THIS WAS SO HOT!!

THIS WAS SO HOT!!

i need a longer part like right now 😩

I had this THOT and felt like sharing it with you...

Bucky watches you from across the bar, flirting shamelessly with the bartender for free drinks. He’s thinking how easy it would be to hold you again the bar and remind you who you belong to...

Pairing - Bucky x F!Reader (biker!bucky)

Warnings - fingering, slight exhibitionism, reader trying to push Bucky’s buttons, drinking (let me know if I missed any)

Word Count - ~600

A/N - Tried to keep it short. First time writing for biker!bucky, even if it’s only subtle. Thanks for the thot @summerofsnowflakes

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You’ve been standing at the bar for almost 45 minutes, leaning on the counter and giving the new bartender a generous view of your chest through your already low-cut shirt. Back arched ever so slightly so your ass sticks out further, a little wiggle every now and then to tantalize the man behind steel blue eyes currently staring daggers at you across the room.

Everyone knows you’re Bucky’s gal. Everyone.

Even the new guy behind the bar tonight understands you’re off limits despite your shameless flirting, appeasing you with a free drink or two.

While most bikers around these parts have a bad reputation, Bucky and his people are known to be generous and charitable. Protecting the little people when the police force couldn’t, or wouldn’t.

Still, Peter would be dumber than a box of bricks to cross that line. Bucky silently applauds the poor boy’s efforts to deter your charms. It’s not an easy feat, especially when you’re trying to make a point.

He knows exactly what you’re playing at and he’s determined not to give in, despite Steve’s comments to the contrary.

It’s merely a matter of who will give in first, and, unfortunately for him, right now you hold all the cards.

Bucky’s irritation flares when he hears your sultry laugh at whatever Peter said, your light touch on his arm the final straw. He practically bolts from his chair as Steve subtly chuckles, collecting twenty dollars from Sam.

Peter notices the burly biker approaching and promptly scurries off. You let out a quiet oof as Bucky firmly presses against you, effectively trapping you between a wall of muscle and the counter, lightly grinding on your ass. 

His flesh hand creeps into your pants, hidden under the counter overhang, cupping your pussy through the flimsy fabric of your underwear and circling a finger over your folds.

Vibranium pushes on your sternum, leaving no space between his chest and your back, as if you could possibly move…or want to.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers in your ear, nipping just behind it and smirking when he feels your pussy throb harder.

“You want to play, Princess?” He pushes your panties aside and dips a finger in your heat, massaging your pulsing walls before adding a second, curling to find the blissful spot that makes your head spin. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Think you can just flirt with anyone and everyone here. Eyes open,” he commands, “can’t let your new friend know how good I make you feel.” His fingers move quicker, stroking harder. “Can feel you clenching Princess. You want him to see. Don’t you?”

He grips your jaw with his metal hand and twists your face toward him Staring into your eyes as they glaze over from the intense pleasure he’s giving you. “Too bad.” 

His mouth covers yours, swallowing your moans and cries of protest when his fingers leave your sopping pussy, leaving you on the brink. He continues to kiss you roughly, tongue and teeth mashing with yours, not giving a care in the world who was watching. 

Let them see. They needed reminding as well.

“You’re mine,” he hisses in your ear. “Understand?” Smashing his lips onto yours again, iron grip on your jaw and hip keeping you immobile. “Mine.”

Peter returns, a sheepish look on his face at the heated exchange between the two of you. “Uh, your drink, miss?” setting it in front of you.

“Thank you Peter,” Bucky responds for you, never looking away. 

He leans down so only you can hear him. “Behave. Or you won’t cum for a week,” smacking your ass before returning to his table in the corner.

Looks like you’ll have to try harder then.

i can’t express how this made me feel, i’m like-

i just found your account and it’s already one of my favorites <3

this is so angsty and it’s so so soooo good! omg i’m going to read it again. thank u so much for this i love it. no but she bucky has to pretend and he almost kills her and that end AHHHHHHH i was literally sobbing, it’s amazing!! 💗

Bad Blood: One Shot

Summary: A misunderstanding almost cost you everything.

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 5,200+

Warnings: Angst, violence, canon-level gore/description of injury. Humor and fluff bits as well :)

A/N: YAY FINALLY! Thank you all so much for being patient. After the holidays, I needed a reset and of course, my lil man is teething. This is such a long fic lol It jumps timelines a lot, but there's a rhyme and reason for it all. Enjoy! Feedback is so, so appreciated! 

FRIDAY:

In the right light, the heavy dust and debris floating through the air could look like snow. Gray powder from the collapsed walls around you coated your skin, mixing with gashes and blood. You coughed, in a desperate but futile attempt to get some oxygen back into your lungs.

Rubble ate away at your back; cutting and clawing it’s way into your flesh. Though, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the steel beam crushing your legs into the pavement.

Spitting the blood from your mouth, you inhaled as much as your damaged ribs would allow, and hoped to make enough noise. “Help!” You screeched.

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oh my god i -

my praise kink is going wild right now ughhhhh this was so fucking hot i need more of bucky’s praise 😩

Dark!bucky x innocent!reader smut pleaaasseee maybe he finds that she has a praise kink

praise | b. barnes

summary | in which bucky has a suspicion that you have a praise kink

warnings | dubcon oral (m receiving), coercion, praise kink, vaginal sex, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, dark!bucky, DARK!FIC

a/n | this one is short, so i’m sorry! most requests are going to be drabble almost? basically much shorter than my actual fics.

bucky had a growing suspicion. a suspicion that you had a praise kink. it first started when the team praised you for saving lives during a mission. you shyly thanked them and basked in the praise they gave. you were innocent, an innocent nurse that bucky wanted to ruin.

the suspicion further grew when he watched bruce teach you how to use the new machine he got, and you understood the second he explained it out. a simple ‘good job’ left you shy once again, and bucky watched it all happen as the other nurse stitched his cut up.

his suspicion really grew when steve taught you how to land a good punch. you put all your strength into the one punch, and even though it didn’t affect steve physically, he was still proud. he lifted you off the ground and spun you around, praising you like there was no tomorrow. when he put you down, he still praised you, and your action didn’t go past bucky. you rubbed your thighs together and were smiling with giddiness as the praise went straight to your core.

bucky evidently decided to test his theory out, heading straight to the medbay. he caught you organizing the needles by colour and walked up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before speaking. “you’re such a good nurse you know? doing things without having someone tell you, saving lives,” he listed things off and looked at your smiling face as he applauded you. you meekly let out a ‘thank you’ and bucky said one more thing before leaving. “you’re such a doll, y/n, i’d take care of you if you were mine,” he smirked before walking off.

you looked back at bucky and those tingles you felt whenever you got praised came back stronger than ever. you rubbed your thighs together to subside it but bucky didn’t miss it.

the next day came and bucky did the same as the day before—praise you without any personal space, watch your reaction and leave. he did it again throughout the day since he loved your reactions. it was late, but stark parties carry out until pepper says to stop, or well, convinces tony to stop. bucky never liked the parties, maybe it was the old man in him that disliked tony’s parties or the fact that he couldn’t get wasted.

he decided to pay a little visit to you, even though he already did earlier in the day. he knew you didn’t like parties, or drinking at all so you might’ve clustered yourself in the nurses office right by the medbay. he didn’t bother knocking and walked straight in as if he owned the place. there you sat on one of tony’s expensive couches, a book in your hands and a short dress hugging your beautiful body.

you looked up with your innocent eyes and smiled at bucky, then used your bookmark to save your page. “hey, bucky, aren’t you supposed to be at the party?” you asked curiously as bucky stalked closer towards you. he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your upper thigh, but you didn’t think much of his action. “can’t get drunk, and plus those parties always give me a headache,” he explained, his hand moving slowly towards your inner thigh.

“would you be a doll for me and do me a favour?” he asked not so innocently. “of course!” you excitedly accepted, anything to be his doll, right? he stood up and moved in front of you, and started to unbuckle his belt. you didn’t know what he was doing, but you weren’t scared; you trusted bucky.

“just be good and stay like that,” he pulled his pants and boxers down, and his hard cock sprung up and hit his stomach. he grabbed the base and moved it towards your mouth. “open up, for me?” he looked down at you with faux pleading eyes. you obediently opened your mouth and he slowly pushed his cock in, praising you nonstop.

you felt like you were on cloud nine with all the praise he gave you. “you know what would be amazing? if you sucked like you’re sucking a popsicle,” he sighed, and you immediately started sucking and licking, just like a popsicle.

“so good, and so obedient. and you’re so smart too y-you know,” he grabbed your head and started bobbing it up and down for you but still praised you as if he were doing nothing. a few more movements later, his seed sprayed down your throat and he pulled out. you didn’t know whether to spit out the stick substance or swallow, so you waited for bucky’s instructions.

“good job! you know you’re absolutely amazing, i don’t know what the team would do without you. now swallow for me please?” he pulled his boxers and pants up as you swallowed, and watched you rub your thighs together. you let out a whimper, the tingles not going away. “what’s wrong, hmm?” he asked with faux sympathy laced with his words. “the tingles won’t go away,” you whined out to him.

“now, it’s only fair i return the favour, right?”

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40s bucky has a special place in my heart. the sweetness and love, him being absolutely adorable oh my god!!!

when she’s reading to him about him, i wanted to cry so bad, it’s was so so beautiful!! 💗

i love this so so much <3

Hello there

If i may ask , do you write 40s bucky barnes fanfics?i am feeling down lately. I am a huge fan of the 40s bucky. It can be romantic . And a bit naughty

Hope you have a good day

Hey love,

I do write 40s Bucky Barnes fics (I write anything Bucky Barnes related ;)) annnddd I wrote this especially for you. Hope this makes you feel better and always remember Bucky loves youuuu <3

This is my first 40s Bucky Barnes fic. I got a little carried away so I hope you guys like it. I have a bittersweet relationship with 40s Bucky and Steve fics knowing damn well they never returned soo yeah it slightly pains me reading and writing them :(

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It was you and him, always and forever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, fluff, and more fluffiness courtesy of James Buchanan Barnes.

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“Hey,doll,” Bucky greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your apartment.

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Ma gave me some medicines to drink.”

Bucky chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly baby doll.

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “You got me mushroom soup?!”

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, thought you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Jamie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at you.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” Bucky asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of songs you love everything there is about writing. Bucky had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from Bucky shyly.

Bucky had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. Bucky was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as the couch at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all Bucky wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is— the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and Bucky couldn't agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead.

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.”

You reach for the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the pen resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside Bucky rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. Bucky hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and Bucky opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” Bucky hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and Bucky dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Jamie ,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and Bucky had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

“Aww, baby doll.” Bucky cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

As you read the words, Bucky found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my new year’s wish list was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

You looked at him, and Bucky was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of Bucky every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

Bucky was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, Bucky had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships.

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you through thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

You took your time to look at Bucky’s face. Sometimes you have marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust from them.

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft dark brown hair,long eyelashes, the stunning color of blue for eyes, and light freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” was all Bucky could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. Bucky loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Barnes ?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my love.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” Bucky laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

“Oh, absolutely.”

It was peaceful and quiet. The serene sound of your synchronized heartbeats filling your ears.

It was you and him— Always and forever.

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