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fandoms-writings · 1 year

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Soak with Me

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x artist!reader (intended female reader)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Bucky didn’t use to love baths, but with you? How could he not?

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, Bucky is a menace, fingering, naked people in a bath, fluff, Bucky’s in love

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Baths weren't really something Bucky did very often, only succumbing to them when he'd had a particularly grueling day and his muscles needed to relax. He'd fill the tub with hot water and throw in some bath salts, the green ones that filled the air with eucalyptus, menthol, and spearmint, and let his body relax in the hot water until he deemed himself fine again before getting out.

Now that he had you though, baths had sort of become a staple in his life.

It started when you were studying for finals. You were hunched over the coffee table, your legs folded up under you as you studied flash cards and gripped your head in frustration. The tea he'd made you sat to the side, untouched and cold, and he could see the angry tears starting to build along your lashes.

He'd disappeared down the hall, drawn a bath, and came back to pull you from your studies. You didn't put up much of a fight, but you did argue that you didn't have enough time for his antics. He shushed you, pulling you into the small bathroom by the seam of your shirt.

"Just give me ten minutes with you, sugar," he'd said, "then I'll leave ya alone." And how could you say no to him? So, you'd relented.

You let him strip you down and help you into the bath before you tugged on his hand, asking him to join you. Bucky hadn't even planned on it, he was going to let you relax and bring you a new cup of tea and even wash your hair for you if you'd let him. But to join you - fuck.

He nodded, stripping himself down before sliding in behind you, holding you as you leaned against him and finally let your body relax after days of studying.

You'd never let him keep you there too long, though he could always tell how you didn't want to return to your studies, but he wasn't going to be the one to hold you back from acing your finals.

Now, as you laid with your back to his chest, you didn't have a deadline looming over you. There was no exam or final paper waiting for your attention as you let the warm water envelop you. You could stay here, wrapped up in his arms, as long as you liked.

You'd convinced him some time ago to get some new bath salts, though it didn't take much convincing, and now the water smelled like lavender. But really, you had a different scent for each day of the week if you wished to use them as such.

The tub wasn't very large - apartment tubs never were, but Bucky didn't mind having you pressed against him like you were. His shoulders and his knees poked up above the water line, but as long as you were mostly submerged and warm, it didn't matter. He wasn't in here for him, he was here for you. To spend time with you, to help you relax, to feel you.

Your head was resting back against his shoulder as his hands lazily roamed your skin under the water, feeling every dip and fold as they went. Your head turned and you pressed your face into his neck as you hummed and Bucky couldn't contain the smirk that grew on his lips.

A light feeling filled his chest, making him feel giddy.

He loved how you made him feel. He knew he wasn't necessarily old, but you made him feel young again - adventurous. You made him feel more like himself than he had in a long time. Like he was that twenty-something year old running around Brooklyn causing trouble and pulling his best friend out of back alley fights. Like he was still the 'ladies man.' Not like he was starting to sport grays in his hair.

You'd actually told him you preferred the grays, saying it made him look sophisticated. He wanted to dye the offending hairs back to brunette, but he just couldn't after hearing you talk about them the way you did and seeing the way your gaze held such fondness and lust when you told him how you liked it.

Your breath tickled against his neck as you sighed into his skin, melting into him as he got lost in the skin of your thighs. He didn't know how you kept your skin so soft all the time but it always beckoned him closer. He would always try to just make you feel good, massaging or tickling your skin to help you relax, but when your skin was as soft as yours, he couldn't help it if his hands wandered a little too much.

The hitch in your breath as his fingers ghosted over your folds threw gas on the fire that had lit in his chest and tugged at the corners of his mouth. Your body always responded so well to his touch, your hips chasing his fingers as he teasingly pulled them away, dragging them up the inside of your thigh again.

He loved that you let him do practically whatever he wanted to you.

It took sometime to get to that point - he didn't want to scare you off by how much he'd become obsessed with you and your body and the noises he could pull from you, whether it be by his fingers, his cock, or his tongue. But once you finally got it through his thick skull that he didn't need to ask to touch you - god it was a game changer for him. With your patience and encouragement, he'd grown more confident in himself again. Confident in the way he enjoyed loving you. In the way he loved fucking you.

While continuing to tease you by making another pass across your clit, his other hand came up to wrap around one of your breasts, grasping it and using it to pull you even closer into him. Your breath fanned across his neck, causing a wave of goosebumps to spread over his exposed shoulders as his fingers dragged down your thigh again, this time pushing through your folds to prod at your core.

The moan that left your lips and buzzed against his neck was sinful as he circled his fingers, not quite giving you what you wanted while your hands gripped his legs.

"You want this here?" He asked, pressing his lips into your temple as he brushed his thumb over your clit, "Or in bed?"

He watched your eyes flutter open and the lust that darkened them was enough to have him swallowing around his suddenly dry throat. He could feel your heart thumping in your chest with his hand that now laid across your sternum and the blood that was rushing in his ears was almost deafening as he waited for your answer.

Just because he was waiting for a verbal response though, doesn't mean he was going to stop.

You opened your mouth to reply but nothing came out as he sunk two fingers in and he watched your eyes flutter, trying to stay open and on him.

"C'mon, sugar," he smirked while slowly dragging his fingers across your walls and pressing the palm of his hand against your clit, earning another moan from you, "What's it gonna be?"

Your hand let go of his leg and moved up to grab his hand on your sternum, moving it to wrap around your throat as you looked up at him, and he suddenly knew one thing was very clear.

Baths were very important to Bucky now.

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ghostlyfleur · 6 days

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♡ tropical vacation with modern!boyfriend!bucky

#fleur museum™#moodboards #bucky barnes (harmo’s version)#boyfriend!bucky barnes #modern!bucky barnes #bucky barnes moodboards #bucky barnes aesthetic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x girlfriend #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #james bucky barnes #older!bucky barnes #vacation bf

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buckrecs · 1 year

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙮

masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist

FLUFF

Buchanan by @barnesmurdock

baby, it’s bad out there by @intrepidacious

set me free by @/intrepidacious (40s!bucky x nymph!reader)

When I’m With You by @phantomspiderr

You’re Worth It All by @/phantomspiderr

Scotty Doesn’t Know by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

cherry blossoms must be magic by @witchywithwhiskey

aisle 4 by @buckyhoney

Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing

Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky

Wrong Number by @/teamcap4bucky

Alcohol You Later by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Possible-Future-Girlfriend by @jurassicbarnes

Vegas, Baby! by @bxcketbarnes

Love in the Workplace by @bxcketbarnes

Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds

almond milk by @buckysblanket

After Words by @justsomebucky (Modern AU)

Once Upon A Dream by @abovethesmokestacks

cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries

Mind Reader by @espinosaurusrexex

Chain Around my Neck by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Sweet and Strong by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)

Charmed by @rookthorne (mechanic!bucky)

Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A Solid Foundation by @writing-for-marvel (fiancé!bucky)

It’s Not My Cup Of Tea by @malum-forev

The Weather by @saltsicklover

Silent Nights and Sorry Mornings by @veelacurse

In The Name Of Love by @moonbeambucky

Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky

I’m Gunnin’ For You by @rookthorne (drifter!bucky)

Morning Workout by @sparklefics

ANGST

Call Me When You Get This by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

I’ll Wear Your Ring by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

After by @wkemeup

Spiral by @buckyalpine

Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel

Try Anything Once by @/malum-forev (doctor!reader)

A Place by @/malum-forev

SMUT

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams by @buckets-and-trees

Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)

Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy

Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)

That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites

Surrender by @barnesmurdock

i was made for lovin’ you by @buckycuddlebuddy (rockstar!bucky x bassist!reader)

On My Tongue by @angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Sweeter Than Sugar by @/angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Destined to be Yours by @buckyalpine

sinner by @writingsbychlo (demon!bucky x angel!reader)

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rainbowsuitcase · 2 months

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Every time I rewatch TFATWS, I can't help but notice - Bucky has the TV on. He's waking up from a nightmare to a turned on TV and since he doesn't have roommates, it's probably safe to assume he left it like that on purpose.

We know why he's sleeping on the floor, Steve had the same problem, the bed is too soft. But there's another reason why he's sleeping in the living room, and why the TV is on, and especially on something as neutral as a sports channel.

I wonder if it's simply because he hates the quiet. If his mind wanders too much when there's nothing for him to focus on, if his thoughts get too dark, if his enhanced senses are reaching for every small sound that a normal person wouldn't catch, every creak of the building, every whistle of the wind, and he can't fall asleep.

Or if it's also because of the nightmares. If when he jerks awake into darkness and silence, he panics. I'm back there, I'm trapped, I'm frozen and tortured and controlled, I'm a machine and a monster.

But when he hears the TV, the muted cheers and the sports comentator, and sees the light reflected over the living room, it ground him back into the present.

#if that's the case the sports channel deff makes sense #news are a no-go obviously #movie channels are risky too #maybe a music channel would work too?#tho modern music might not be helping much #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes meta #winter soldier

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heyitsropi · 1 year

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i just realized—

maybe i have a type:

#what is my life #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #din djarin x reader #bucky barnes x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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incorrectquotesmcu · 7 days

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Sam: The hospital said I’m fine.

Scott: No, you suffered a traumatic experience.

Sam: I barely remember it. I remember crashing into the wall and the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Bucky: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you.

Sam: Then what was that siren?

Bucky: That was Scott screaming.

#source: modern family #sam wilson #sam wilson incorrect quotes #falcon #captain america #scott lang #scott lang incorrect quotes #ant man #bucky barnes #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #winter soldier #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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My Angel - Bucky Barnes Smut

Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.

Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI

A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams

Word Count: 3020

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit.

The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google.

Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass.

You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.

Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.

Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon.

As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet.

“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips.

“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt.

“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh.

You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.”

“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly.

“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response.

Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back.

His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply.

“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest.

He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back.

“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown.

“Bucky I,”

“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic.

“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared.

“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish.

“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes.

“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies.

“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.

Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.

“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods.

“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply.

“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders.

“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace.

Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you.

The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching.

“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast.

“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace.

“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words.

“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples.

“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact.

“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard.

He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him.

“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress.

“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler.

“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you.

“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you.

“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.”

Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him.

You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.

“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him.

You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features.

“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly.

He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand.

Blue eyes, admire you.

“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey.

The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance.

You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you.

Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent.

“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house.

Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers.

“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips.

“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine.

“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest.

“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.”

Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl.

“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.

“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it.

“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip.

“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh.

“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.

You nod, you want all of it.

“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure.

You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance.

“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out.

You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples.

“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.

Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples.

“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.” Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.

Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly.

“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze.

“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.”

His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans.

Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.

“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.

He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.

“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.

You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.

“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue.

His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.

“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.

You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.

“Can, can I?” You request.

“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.

“Yes.” You squeak.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”

Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.

“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.

You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.

“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.

“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.

“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”

You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.

“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.

“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.

“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.

His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.

“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.

“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.

“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.

“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.

His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.

“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.

“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.

“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.”

Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,”

“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark.

“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.

Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either.

“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.

He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair.

Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself.

“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips.

You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek.

“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body.

You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor.

“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.

"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.

-x-

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Clingy Baby collection masterlist

a collection of varying muses labeling Reader as "clingy".

got another idea for being clingy? lemme hear it! requests CLOSED

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mostly hurt and comfort, some angst some sequels are being fleshed out

God's Plan

your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities. >>> or when a fight breaks out with your boyfriend, you're called clingy to your face.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 no REAL comfort 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship

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part two: Two to Tango

the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💔 small angst 🧸 small fluff ☠️ discussion of deceased family member 🙊 general language and content warning 💣 relationship angst 🔏 barely edited

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

few weeks after rescuing you from a kidnapper, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become. >>> or you overhear your boyfriend call you clingy to his friends.

pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

word count: 5.1k+

fandom masterlist: Marvel

🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🦋 modern AU 💸 mafia AU 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 brief depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🫠 description of self-destruction 🔏 barely edited

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You Might Think It's Foolish

meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time creates anxiety, so, you stick to his side. at dinner, his mother calls out your clinginess - and Aemond doesn't defend you. >>> or when someone else calls you clingy and he doesn't defend you / agrees with them.

pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 💣 relationship angst 🐝 stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 toxic family 🍄 toxic relationship...? 🔏 barely edited

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Not All That Glitters is Gold

during your engagement dinner, you learn from your fiancé's niece that he hold choice words about you. >>> or when you find out he's been talking behind your back; calling you clingy. it comes to light during a public outing.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

word count: 3.1k+

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst ⏳ AU timeline 🙊 general language and content warning 🔏 barely edited

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Save Me From Myself

in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.

request: Can i request joel miller for the clingy baby series!! Maybe they were traveling together w ellie and she clings to him bc he always kept her safe until he calls her clingy one day.

pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

word count: 1.9k+

fandom masterlist: The Last of Us

⚠️ mild spoilers 🙊 general language warning 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 💔 mild angst ❗️ short fic!

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You should see me in a crown

Coming soon… series taglist is open just comment. must be 18+ minors DNI

Prince!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Modern royalty AU

You were a princess.

At least that’s what your father had been telling you since the day you were born. In reality you lived in a two story house with your parents in a random neighborhood. It didn’t stop them from giving you everything you could ever want or need. From piano to dance classes, tea parties and dresses. When you grew up you were determined to go to law school and you did with their support. The one thing they never talked about was their homeland or your father’s family. They taught you all about traditions but whenever the subject was brought up they would quickly shut it down. So it wasn’t a surprise when you planned a vacation with your best friend that would take you to a few countries in Europe, including their homeland. You only wanted to have a life changing experience.

And you would.

James Buchanan Barnes was the crowned prince of his home country. He was next in line to become king. Every day that passed was a reminder of it. His parents’ words echoed in his head constantly. He needed to settle down and get married, start a family. All in the name of the crown. Bucky was more than ok doing that, he just wanted to do it with someone he loved. Yet love was the one thing royalty rarely found. His reputation of being a playboy didn’t help when it came time to settle down either. It came as no surprise that his parents became matchmakers.

Two worlds are turned completely upside down. Bucky wants a chance to find love. You desperately seek to connect to your roots. Hearts are broken and truths are revealed.

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Adoration of the Heart

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x college!artist!reader (intended female reader)

Word count: 6.5K

Summary: You did it, you graduated, but an unexpected pair of visitors put a damper on what should’ve been a celebratory night. Don’t worry though, Bucky is determined to fix that for you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, some angst, family drama - readers parents are a piece of work, bucky is in love, lots of fluff, smut with feelings, daddy kink, fingering, biting, scratching, pet names (sugar, daddy, baby, good girl), bucky talks a lot during sex. I did not include a divider for the smut because it’s broken up just a little bit throughout two or three different moments.

A/N: This is unbeta-d and all mistakes are my own.

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You did it - you graduated. You fucking graduated.

The smile on your face was so big it hurt as you searched the seats for your Bucky. Other than Val and Ana, who were in this crowd of caps and gowns with you, Bucky was the only one here for you.

You hadn't told your parents about the graduation ceremony. They didn't agree with the art path you'd chosen and they'd been anything but supportive. So, you left them out of your big day. But that was okay, because Bucky with his gray blue eyes - the ones that reminded you of an ocean storm - were glinting with pride when you found them.

Bucky was the one that had been there through your countless nights of studying for finals. He would even read through your final papers, giving you a second set of eyes on your work. He took care of you when you ran yourself into the ground, prying your studies from your hands and drawing you a bath. He'd sit with you, wash your hair and help you relax. When you'd be ready to get out, he'd pat you down with a fluffy warm towel before making you come undone on his tongue or his fingers. Afterwards, you'd sit down with a clear mind and ready to work on the next thing.

He was standing at the bottom of the stands, trying to stay as out of the way as best he could. When you spotted each other, his smile grew to match yours. There were flowers in his right hand and a colorful lei in his left. His arms flew out, almost smacking the family that was passing him with the flowers before he stepped toward you.

You closed the distance faster than he planned to, jumping at him and wrapping your arms around his neck as a fit of giggles burst from your lips. His arms secured around your sides to keep you steady as he caught his balance, burying his nose in the crook of your neck in the process.

"God, I'm so proud of you, sugar," he spoke into your skin before placing a kiss there and pulling away. He slipped just far enough from your grasp to hand you the bouquet - the sunflowers and roses and baby's breath radiant in the sunshine. While your head was ducked down to look at the flowers, he gently placed the matching lei over you to rest around your neck.

You looked up at him after he deemed it was in a good spot and he stopped messing with it.

"Thanks, Bucky," You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. He hummed into your lips before pulling away, rubbing his calloused thumbs along the apples of your cheeks.

"We need a picture," He said, suddenly looking around for someone to take a photo of the two of you. You couldn't hold in the giggle that slipped past your lips as he stopped someone, a guy who happily stopped and set his stuff down. He took Bucky's phone, and Bucky stepped back towards you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to him.

You smiled, made funny faces at the camera and each other, kissed, smiled again. The stranger was more than happy to take as many as you two wanted. But you told him just one more nice one, offering him a smile.

But something caught your eye.

You could feel Bucky nudging you, trying to gain your attention, but you couldn't pull your eyes away. Bucky's blurry figure reached for his phone from the man, thanking him you're sure - and apologizing for your sudden change in behavior. Once the man was gone, he stepped in front of you, blocking your eyes from what they were locked on.

"Hey," He grasped the sides of your arms, leaning down just a bit to be eye level with you, finally getting your attention. "What's wrong?"

Before you got the chance to answer, you both heard your name being called from just behind Bucky. You watched his brows scrunch in curiosity at the unrecognizable voices before he looked over his shoulder. He turned back to you, worry lining every crease of his features.

"Who're they?" He whispered, before they could get close enough.

You took a breath to try to steel yourself against the disapproval and disappointment you were sure was coming your way. "My parents."

Bucky's demeanor shifted immediately. To anyone else, it would appear as if he was just standing up straight, getting ready to greet someone, but you could feel the tenseness in his hands. They tightened just a bit, squeezing the flesh of your arm before they dragged down to your hands.

"Do you want me to tell them to leave?" He asked, and you knew he would. He would do anything you asked.

But you needed to face this yourself. This wasn't like when John showed up at your door and you couldn't have cared less what happened. You'd never see him again. These were your parents, and as much as they haven't been around lately, if there was a chance you could have a good relationship with them, you had to try.

You needed to try.

"No," You muttered, watching them get closer, "I got it." He gave you a tiny nod, and kissed the top of your head before turning out of the way, sliding his fingers in between your own - giving you an anchor point just in case.

"What're you guys doing here?" You asked as they walked up to you. Your father held his arms out, waiting for a hug. You begrudgingly let go of Bucky's hand, handed him your bouquet and wrapped your arms around your father.

It was awkward at first, after going so long without this, but at the same time it was really nice to have a hug from him again. He let you go and your mother held her arms out in a similar way, and you hugged her too.

"Oh it's so good to see you, honey," She said, squeezing you a little too tight and planting a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

"Uh, yeah," You backed away, your hand reaching for Bucky's behind you. He laced your fingers together immediately. "But what are you doing here?"

"Well we wanted to see our girl walk the stage!" Your father exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips.

"How did you know where it was? Or when it was? I never sent out an invite," You muttered, hoping they wouldn't be too upset about that fact.

"Well, we still get mail from the school. They sent it to us," Your mom answered, "Though we would've loved a call from you instead."

"Yeah, sorry," you said.

"Well, honey, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend here?" Your mother asked, gesturing to Bucky.

"Right, right, um," You turned to look at him, a tight smile gracing his lips, "This is James, my boyfriend. James, these are my parents."

He plastered on a smile you could tell was forced and he offered his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He shook their hands before stepping back behind you.

"We'd love to take you to dinner to celebrate, if you have time?" Your mother asked, hope dripping from her words.

"Oh, uh," You looked at Bucky, "Do we have time before you need to be at the bar?"

If you were going to take this opportunity, you wanted Bucky there. Not for anything in particular, but just to be with you - so you weren't alone with them. That simple thought had your insides churning. But if he had work, then you just wouldn't go and that was just fine with you too.

He tilted his head down so your parents wouldn't hear, "We have time if you want to go, but I can always say we don't have time. It's up to you." He leaned back again, looking at you with such sincerity you almost lost your breath and you had to tear your eyes from his back to your parents.

"Sure,” you said with a tight smile, “We can do a short dinner."

Dinner was going surprisingly well - so far. Your parents hadn't brought up the art career thing, and they were actually being extremely pleasant and being nice to Bucky too which was a bonus. Maybe this could work after all.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go wash up." He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before he stood and walked off to the restroom.

"You didn't have to bring him you know," your mother said, not even looking up from her plate. "We don't bite."

"I'm sorry?"

"The man," she elaborated as if that made everything that much clearer.

"You mean my boyfriend?"

"We just think it's time you come home, honey. Find you a nice place not too far from the house, how does that sound," your father tried to change the subject.

"I don't want to come home."

"Why not? We're there," your father started. You gave him a moment to try and think of something else as a reason, but he fumbled, and eventually settled on, "Some of your old friends are still there, too."

"I want to stay here, with Bucky," You explained, setting your fork down and twisting the napkin in your lap.

"You shouldn't even be with him sweetie," Your mom stated, "Spending every night in a filthy bar, doing god knows what. It's not right, not for you."

You tilted your nose up just a tad, and steeled your gaze as best you could. Bucky had given you a few examples of how to at least look like nothings getting to you over the past few months whenever you got to watch him throw someone out of the bar. So you used what you could remember and just hoped it was working.

"How do you know if it's filthy? You've never been there."

"Well, even so, you still shouldn't be wasting your time there. You need to be working towards a career."

"I am," You explained, "I go to the bar to paint. I paint pictures of the customers, if they agree, and most do. I'm building my portfo—"

"Oh honey, don't you think it's time to give that up?" Your mother asked, "You don't really expect to make a living with that do you?"

It was like a punch to the gut, just like it was every time. Your stomach dropped and took all your breath with you. Looking down at your hands, you couldn't help the half hearted chuckle that you let slip. You had a feeling this is how it would go. That they weren't really here to celebrate with you. To celebrate you. They were just here to try to take you home. To get you to put yourself in a job you hated in some gloomy office like they did.

God forbid you tried to do something you loved.

Shaking your head, you took a breath. "You guys are unbelievable." You muttered.

"Honey, you need to speak up, you know it's impolite to—"

"You're unbelievable." You cut off your father, looking up and staring them both down. "Un-fucking-believable."

You pulled your napkin from your lap, throwing it on the table as you gathered your purse.

"What're you doing?" Your mother demanded as you stood.

"You're unbelievable," you sneered, "God, I thought — I thought maybe, just maybe, this time was different." You shouldered your purse and dusted the wrinkles from the skirt of your dress.

"What do you mean?" Your mother asked.

"You guys won't let me just be happy will you? You want to see me live my life the same way you lived yours and here's a newsflash for you — I don't want that. I never have and I never will. Being successful isn't all about how much money you make, or if you're fucking CEO of some uptight company." You took a breath to steady yourself, the weight on your chest starting to feel too heavy as it clogged your throat and pricked at your eyes. Crying when you're mad - it was why you never talked back. Well, you’d talked back, but not like this. But enough was enough.

"That man's gotten in your head hasn't he," Your mother suggested, and that was the final straw.

"How dare you," You stated. "Why can't you take credit for what you say? Or the way you made me feel all these years. Bucky has been nothing but perfect to me. He makes me feel heard and seen. He supports me, why can't you?"

You fought the tears in your eyes as you heard a certain pair of footsteps approaching.

"Hey, what's going on?" Bucky asked as he walked up, but then he turned to you and his face fell. The easy going look in his eyes morphed into concern and worry as he reached for your cheeks. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You caught his hands, pulling them down. "We're leaving." His back straightened as he nodded, letting go of your hands for just long enough to grab his jacket.

He glanced at your parents who were still sitting at the table and he muttered, "It was nice meeting you. Don't worry about the bill, it's already taken care of."

You turned at that, because of course he would sneak away to pay, he did that half the time when you went on double dates with Steve and Peggy — Steve taking it the other half of the time. You should've known he wasn't actually going to the restroom.

Within a moment he was next to you, his hand on the small of your back.

He helped you into the car, where you took some deep breaths to try and calm down.

You didn’t know if you were angry at them for doing this to you again. Breaking you down to tears just because you weren’t like them. Or if you were angry at yourself for allowing them a moment to do it again. For allowing it to even get to you after all this time. For giving them a reaction.

A squeeze to your bare thigh caught your attention, and you blinked out of your thoughts. Bucky at some point had moved the car. You were parked again but no longer in front of the restaurant.

“Do you want to talk about what happened,” he gently asked, his voice just barely above a whisper as he squeezed your leg again before he flipped his hand over, holding it open, waiting for you to take it. You laced your fingers together, allowing the feel of his calloused hand in yours to complete grounding you, to bring you out of your head so you could be present in this car with him.

“It's nothing that hasn’t happened before.” Even them trying to blame Bucky wasn’t new. They always tried to blame someone else as the reason why you wouldn’t listen to them — obey them. "I should be used to it by now."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? It's not like they said anything I haven't heard before," You looked at him now, allowing him to see the tear streaks that ran down your cheeks and the redness to your eyes. "I shouldn't have given them a chance to do that. We shouldn't have gone to dinner with them."

"Maybe," He started, reaching up to wipe your cheeks with his knuckles, "But now you can say you tried. And I think trying at least is worth it." He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you forward so he could kiss your forehead, "And it shouldn't matter if you think you should be 'used to it' by now, they shouldn't speak to you like that. Especially because you're their daughter."

You hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and taking a moment to revel in the feeling of his hand still on the back of your neck. He pulled you further forward into his neck. Taking a deep inhale, you let the smell of sandalwood and leather - the smell of him - flood your senses, calming you. You didn't even care that you were smushed together over the center console, it's leather rubbing uncomfortably against your skin.

He let you stay there for a moment as he cradled your head against him with one hand and traced delicate patterns over your arm with his other.

"Well," He mumbled into your hair, "You're all dolled up, let's go celebrate you."

You pulled your head away from his neck to sit back in your seat. "I kind of just want to go home." You muttered, glancing at him from where you sat.

He sighed, "You don't wanna try to save the night?"

"I mean yeah that'd be nice," You fiddled with the skirt to your dress as the weight on your chest just grew heavier by the minute. "If I didn't feel like this right now."

"Will you let me try to save it?" He asked. You turned to him, narrowing your eyes as you watched him. A small smile started to grow on your lips as you saw his tells.

"What did you do?" He put his eyes back towards the road as he pulled the car away from the curb with a smirk on his lips.

"I didn't do anything," He said, relaxing into his seat as if you weren't staring holes into the side of his face. "Quit your staring."

"No," You said, turning your body in our seat to angle towards him, "Not until you tell me what you did."

"I told you, I didn't do anything."

"You're lying. You get this smugness about you when you lie," You commented and his face twitched.

"I do not."

"You do," You sat back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest without taking your eyes off of him. "Your lips start twitching and your left eyebrow raises just a hair."

He laughed, glancing between you and the road. "I didn't do anything, but just let me make tonight better okay?" He placed his hand on your thigh again, gripping your muscle.

"Fine, if you must," You jokingly sneered at him, scrunching your nose and getting another laugh in return as his hand started to massage your leg.

The weight in your chest was still there, but it was lighter now - manageable. You could breathe again, and you no longer had tears in your lashes. A wave of gratitude washed over you, flooding your senses as you looked out to the road. You didn't know what you'd do if you didn't have Bucky there to keep you somewhat grounded. What else they would've tried to say had he not been there, creating an opening for you to exit the conversation.

And you didn't even want to think about how you would've handled the aftermath had you not had him with you. Before him, you would've locked yourself in your room, letting the sadness and the grief take hold of your heart as you cried. Ana would come home and she would pick up on it right away, and she always knew it was because of them. She would dig out your favorite movie, make popcorn and drag you out of your room, making you spend time with her. She always got through to you, eventually cheering you up.

But Bucky was different. He'd become your calm. Just having his hand in yours or resting on your leg like it was now, was enough to keep you from sinking into the sorrow. The way he'd get you to smile or laugh, sometimes even turning your tears into laughing ones.

A brush against your clothed core pulled you from your head and you looked down.

His hand had dragged up your thigh, pushing your skirt up, and his pinky was lightly dragging across the front of your panties. You turned your head to face him.

"What do you think you're doing?" You asked, fighting the smile that was trying to break through.

"Oh, nothing," He muttered, not taking his eyes off the road as his fingers found the edge of the fabric and pulled it aside.

"It doesn't seem like -" a small gasp broke past your lips as he slipped his middle and ring finger through your folds, "- like nothing."

He smirked, side eyeing you. "I'm just having some fun."

You went to retort, to say anything in return, but you fell silent at the feeling of his two fingers sinking into you, all the way to the knuckle.

"Just relax," he whispered, slowly dragging his fingers out before sinking them back in. "Let daddy play with you."

He continued slowly torturing you, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, occasionally removing them to play with your clit before putting them back. All the while, driving to the bar, with a smirk on his face and pretending you weren't moaning in your seat and that he wasn't doing anything at all. As if he wasn't getting you to grind down on his hand as you tried to get just a little more friction from his skin or to get his fingers just a little deeper.

You hated when he did stuff like this to you. Tease you just because he can and because he does it so well. But you couldn't help but love it.

It always made what came after that much better.

He pulled into his spot in the parking lot, removing his fingers from you and throwing the car in park before he raised his fingers to his lips, wrapping them around his digits, cleaning them of your juices.

"C'mon," He said, moving to open the door.

"You're not gonna finish what you started?" You asked, your jaw slacked open as you watched him step out.

"I will," he winked at you, "if you're good tonight."

His door shut and you scoffed, whipping your head around to push your door open before he could get to it.

"That's just mean," You swung your legs out of the car, your heels touching down on the loose gravel. Before you could push yourself up, there was a hand in front of you attached to a scowling Bucky. You could tell it was fake though, the way his lips twitched giving it away.

He didn't respond, choosing to lean in and planted a kiss on your neck instead, sending shivers down your spine that settled low in your core. Damn him.

You let him help you out of the car, doing your best to ignore how wet you were as you grasped his hand and allowed him to support you as you stood. Even in your heels, you were still shorter than him. He leaned down, grabbing your purse from your seat and handing it to you before offering his elbow to help keep steady as you walked through the door to the bar.

He pulled the door open for you, allowing you to step through first.

The second you walked in, the bar erupted in cheers, startling you as all of your friends appeared before you. Ana and Val ran up to you, engulfing you in a tight embrace as you looked around, trying to take it all in.

There was a banner hung over the bar that had graduation caps drawn on it and Congratulations written across it in bubble letters. A platter of cupcakes and a stack of party hats were set up along the bar top and confetti littering every other surface.

All of Bucky's regulars, who allowed you to paint portraits of them, were scattered around the room, all clapping and hollering. Steve and Peggy stood behind the bar with Sam and Natalia. And even some of your classmates were scattered among the other patrons.

"What is this?" You turned to Bucky who stood behind you.

"We all wanted to throw you a party," he explained, "Everyone chipped in to celebrate you-"

"Don't let him be humble about this!" Sam shouted over the crowd, "He planned all of this!"

You looked back to Bucky, seeing his cheeks flare as he tried to avoid your eyes. This was one of the things you loved about him. He loved to do things for you, but the second he had to own up to the fact that it was his idea, he got shy and flustered.

You tore yourself from your friend's arms and buried your face in his chest, wrapping your hands around his back. His arms settled around your shoulders, wrapping around your head as he rested his cheek on top of your hair.

"Thanks Bucky," you muttered against the fabric of his shirt and the rumble of his voice vibrated your lips when he replied.

"You're welcome, sugar," he pulled you back so he could see you, "I'm proud of you. We all are."

Watching you dance your heart out was one of Bucky's favorite things to do. The way you moved your hips, swaying to the beat and making your skirt flow around your legs. The fabric wrapped around your legs, giving him teasing peeks of your upper thighs as it fluttered a little too high when you spun around. It was a bonus that you wore heels tonight - your legs looked stunning.

You always had a carefree smile on your face when you danced too. As if you were so lost in the music that everyone else faded away. Except for Bucky. And he knew it too.

He'd get up next to you, lightly brushing his fingers against the exposed skin of your arms or your back, leaning down to plant a kiss on your neck. Your body always responded to his, leaning into his touch, letting the movement of his hands guide the way your body swayed. Tipping your head to the side, giving him more access to the skin of your neck. But it would only last for a few minutes.

Then he'd be gone, slipping past you to get to Steve, or to Sam, or to the cake. Leaving you to dance and mingle with everyone who showed up for you.

You'd reach out in the direction he left, trying to catch his hand or his arm before he got too far, but you were never quite quick enough. He was still teasing you, and he knew it was working.

The darkness alone in your irises made his breath hitch, swallowing around the sudden dryness. But then you had to go and run your fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face as you gnawed on the edge of your bottom lip.

If he didn't do something about you soon, the rest of the party would be in for a show to say the least. They almost did get a show when you were playing pool with your friends, the way you looked bent over the pool table had him in a chokehold and he had to restrain himself from taking you then and there.

He made his way to you, the way your body turned on instinct to allow him the space to be near you telling him you knew he was coming before you looked at him.

"Come with me," Bucky's lips brushed against your ear as spoke, his breath tickling your skin and his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You turned your head to face him, your noses brushing as he pulled back.

You nodded, grabbing his hand so he could lead you to his office. The click of your heels against the hardwood floor was like a ticking clock as you followed him. Once that door closed, it was only a matter of time until he had you coming undone. Whether it was going to be on his tongue, his fingers, his thigh, or his cock - well that was the question that'd taken over your brain.

You stepped into his office, the click of the door and the lock ringing in your ears as you looked around.

You'd been in here plenty of times, but Bucky had a habit of rearranging more often than he probably should. Almost every time, something was moved around and it had almost become a game for you to find what he changed.

It never took you long though, and this time was no different. After a quick glance around, you spotted the frame on his desk. Usually, any photos or any of your paintings he'd have on the wall. He rarely kept things on his desk that weren't work related, so this was definitely new.

You walked around the side of the solid wood desk, dragging your fingers along its smooth surface until you were next to his chair. Picking up the frame, a smile broke out on your face.

"When did you have time to frame this?" You asked, turning around the photo of the two of you after your graduation ceremony from earlier that day. "We've been together literally all day."

"I have my ways," he muttered, walking around the desk to stand behind you, resting his hands on your hips and squeezing. He raised one hand, pulling the photo from your hand and setting it back on the desk.

"Oh, and I don't get to know them?" You asked as you rested your hands over his as one of them started to wander up, trailing up your stomach and your chest until it came to loosely wrap around the front of your neck. His fingers grabbed your jaw, turning your head so he could see your face.

"They aren't important right now," His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, his breath fanning your face as he glanced between your eyes and your lips and back again. His other hand slipped from your hold, moving down your skirt, and pulling the fabric up.

"What is important then?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as the feeling of his hand dragging across your thigh threatened to take all of your attention.

"You," his lips captured yours, pulling your bottom one between his teeth before he let your tongue tangle with his own. His fingers pushed past the fabric of your panties again and he groaned into your mouth, his hand on your jaw tightening as he pulled away. "You're still soaked."

A whine crept up your throat, and you bit your lip to try and keep it from getting out as the pads of his fingertips drew slow circles across your clit. Not once did he look away as his fingers traveled lower, pushing through your folds before two of them sunk into your core again.

Gasping, you let your lip go and your whine filled the air. His lips pursed as he shushed you, "You know I love hearing you, but if you don't want them - " he tipped his head toward the door, " - to hear you, then you gotta be quiet."

Gulping down another whine as his fingers dragged against your walls, you nodded and pushed back into him, feeling the growing bulge there.

"Please," you asked, fighting the whimper that threatened to break through.

"Please, what sugar?" He smirked. Damn him. Ever since you let that name slip a few weeks ago, he'd been using it to his advantage.

"Daddy," Your voice hitched as you swallowed another sound.

"You want my cock?" He asked, speeding up his fingers and making you arch your back into him again. Placing your hands against the table to keep you from falling over, you nodded. "Do you think you've been good tonight?"

You nodded, a weak "yes" tumbling from your lips as you fought to keep your eyes open and on him. His hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, gripping your hair as he pulled you in again, crushing his lips to yours.

"I think you deserve it," He pulled back, "You’re always such a good girl for me."

His fingers slipped out of you and he flicked them across your clit, sending a jolt through your body, before he pulled his hand away and worked on his belt. At the same time, his other hand left your hair and moved to the spot between your shoulders, gently pushing you.

"Lean over for me, baby."

You settled yourself over the desk, the coolness of it like a shock to your hot skin and the stretch in your legs from heels burning your legs in the best way. He pulled your skirt up over your butt and pulled your underwear to the side.

"Oh look at you," He whispered, sounding as wrecked as you already felt. "So pretty for me like this." He dragged his fingers through your folds again, making you push back against his touch and grip the edge of the desk as you bit your lip. "God, I love when you're soaked like this."

"Stop teasing," You whined, looking over your shoulder and not caring how desperate you might have sounded. "Please - need you."

Bucky cooed, leaning over you, "Gonna be quiet for me? Like a good girl?"

You nodded, as a whispered "promise" fell from your lips.

Your jaw slacked as the head of cock pushed through your folds, gliding back and forth, gathering as much of your slick as he could before he straightened his back and sunk into you in one movement.

A heavy breath left his lips and you could tell he was trying to be just as quiet as you, but the stifled moan that filtered through your ears made your knees weak as they slightly buckled and knocked against the drawer.

He dragged himself in and out of you slowly as he grabbed your hips, helping guide you back onto him.

"Fuck," he whispered, "you always take me so well."

A whine bubbled up and past your lips as he sped up his pace, his hips rocking into yours as he pulled your butt up so he could go even deeper. A loud groan clawed its way out of your throat as the knot in your stomach started to grow.

Bucky had ruined you for anyone else. Even yourself on some occasions - your hand proved to be almost useless compared to him now. The way he knew your body so well, knew exactly how to pull you apart the quickest way possible - or the slowest if he wanted.

He reached forward, wrapping his hand around your mouth and pulled your head back, "Shit - you drive me crazy you know that?" He huffed, pounding into you as the cup of pens knocked over, "Just wanna be buried in you forever."

You whined against his hand, thankful it was there to keep you from being found out, but your need to hear him took over your brain. Reaching your hand up, you carded your fingers through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it and tugging.

He bent forward, burying his face in your neck and moaning into your skin. He angled himself to hit that perfect spot again, nailing it over and over as your knees buckled and the knot in your gut snapped.

A silent scream broke through the gaps in his fingertips as your climax racked through you.

But he didn't stop. He kept nailing that spot at a brutal pace and the pressure began to build again. Letting go of the desk's edge, you reached up to his arm, digging your nails into his skin and leaving red lines in your wake.

The hand on your hip dived down for your clit. He rolled the bundle of nerves between his fingers in time with his thrusts, the sensation sending a jolt through your nerves. It was almost enough to send you crashing a second time. Almost

But it was the feel of his cock twitch, a warmth following as he bit your shoulder, that had you unraveling under him. A loud groan vibrated through your skin as he buried himself as deep as he could go as all of your muscles tightened and you moaned against his hand.

"Breathe, baby," he hummed into your ear. "I've got you."

Your blood was rushing in your ears once your body relaxed again and you were able to take a deep, shaky inhale through your nose, your knees finally giving out as they rested against the drawer.

"I got you," Bucky whispered again as he gently guided your head to lay against the desk before he pulled his hand off your lips and he brushed the hair from your eyes.

The dazed look you gave him had him cooing at you. "You did so well, sugar."

You hummed, blinking your eyes closed as you let the coolness of the desk cool you down, a lazy smile gracing your lips.

Once you deemed you had the strength to stand, he pulled himself from you, sliding your underwear back into place.

"I want to see myself dripping from you as we walk to the car," he said, causing another fire to light across your skin.

He reached to steady you as you stood, your legs wobbling under you. He made you sit against the edge of the desk so he could reach down and pull your heels off your feet, setting them to the side.

"I'll get the car and bring it around the front so you don't have to walk in the parking lot, okay?" He asked, seeming to see how wrecked you really were. He could tell just by the heavy but spaced out look in your eyes that you were ready to go home.

"I'll draw you a bath when we get home. How's that sound?" He stood, catching your face between his hands as he smiled at you.

"That sounds nice," You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. "Will you get in with me?"

He hummed against your lips, "You know I will."

You giggled at that, pushing him off of you. "Go on then."

He chuckled at you, leaning in for one more kiss before he said he'd be quick. He left you sitting against his desk, the music from the bar filtering through the door when he opened it to step out.

You took a moment before you stood, reaching down to grab your heels and pushing yourself off the desk. You leaned over to pick up the knocked over cup of pens and saw the photo again.

The way he was looking at you nearly made you sit down. The fact that there was so much adoration in his eyes - so much love - stole your breath from you.

You never thought that you'd find someone like him - not this early in your adulthood anyways. And to be able to see him giving you that look, you couldn't help the overwhelming feeling that flooded your chest and bubbled up, tears pricking at your eyes.

"You ready?" His voice came from the doorway and you set the photo down, taking a breath and nodding. His smile faltered when you looked up and he saw the tears in your eyes, "Everything okay?"

You nodded, walking around the desk and grabbing his hand.

"Everything's perfect."