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do you write smut? If so, can you write smut for Trent? I just read your Trent fic and i loved it so much

okay, this is going to be my first time writing any sort of smut but i've been on tumblr and wattpad long enough to sort of know what i'm doing. i'm glad you liked the fic :)

warnings ;; oral (f recieving), unprotected sex, p in v

“Oh for fucks sake.” You groaned, using the spatula in your hand to push around some of the food in the pot, trying to see if any of it was salvageable. All you had wanted to do was be a good girlfriend and make your boyfriend dinner, however, you forgot to take in account your terrible cooking skills.

The food was now burnt and you had no idea how you managed that, having followed the recipe exactly. Disappointed, you turned off the heat, slamming the spatula down. You reached over, pushing open one of the kitchen windows to try and rid the room from the smell of burning food.

In all of the hassle to sort out the food before your boyfriend arrived home from training, you missed the sound of his car on the gravel, and the sound of the front door opening and closing. You hadn’t even realised that he was standing at the kitchen door, watching you in amusement.

“Babe, what are you doing?” His voice made you jump, pressing your hand to your heart in fear.

“Asshole! Don’t scare me like that!” You scowled, your face heating up. Not only had he scared the life out of you, but he was watching you with a teasing smirk on his face, as though he already knew the answer to his own question. You sighed, throwing your hands up in defeat. “I wanted to cook dinner for you. I thought it would be nice for you to come back from training and have a nice homecooked meal to eat. But… I burnt the food.”

“You burnt the food.” Trent laughed, dropping his training bag to the floor, stepping into the kitchen. “Of course you burnt the food.”

“Don’t laugh. I wanted you to have something to eat.” You slapped Trent’s arm, pouting. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

Trent hummed, grabbing your by your waist to pull you closer. “It is nice. Even if you burnt it, it’s the thought that counts. Besides, if I’m being honest, I’d much rather eat you.” His hand travelled down, coming to a stop on your ass. You felt the heat rush to your core at his words.

“Trent.” You looked up at him through your lashes, raising an eyebrow at his cockiness.

“What baby?” He asked innocently, his hand now kneading the flesh of your ass. “I come home to find you in the kitchen, looking incredibly sexy in my shirt and those shorts, and you expect me not to want to eat you?”

Without a word, you stood on your tiptoes, pressing your mouth to his hungrily. Trent moaned into your mouth, taking your lower lip into his a sucking slightly as he pushed you against the counter, and without warning, hoisted you up onto it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and almost moaned when you felt his growing buldge against your pussy, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter. The kiss grew more heated as his hands squeezed your thighs, one hand going higher and higher until he reached your clothed core. He didn’t bother wasting any time as he pulled both your shorts and panties to the side, slipping a finger between your folds, spreading the wetness everywhere.

“So wet for me already baby.” He muttered against your lips, slowly adding one finger, and then another, into you. You whimpered, pulling away from the kiss and resting your head on his shoulder, your hands gripping his arms as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. “Be a good girl and let me taste you.”

You nodded, eyes heavy and clouded as he helped you discard of your shorts and your underwear, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting closer to the edge on the counter. Crouching down, he spread your legs, pressing his mouth to your core, working his tongue up and down your folds. One hand held your waist as the other sneaked up your shirt, his hand fondling your breast. The sensation of his fingers playing with your nipple and his tongue flicking the right spot was too much for you to handle and your legs began to shake as you were coming to your high. You threw your head back in pleasure as you came, breathless and weak.

Trent stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips. He pulled down his sweats and his boxers, releasing his already hard cock, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. You hopped off the counter, moving to get down to your knees, but he shook his head.

"I can't wait, just bend over for me baby."

Not needing to be told twice, you turned around, placing your front flat on the counter. Trent's hand came to your waist and he rubbed his dick against your folds, spreading the wetness along, before pressing it to your hole. Unable to take it, you pushed back, both of you moaning as he stretched you out.

"Oh fuck." You whimpered.

Trent slowly pumped himself in and out of you, keeping one hand in place on your waist, pressing his front flat against your back. His other hand working its way to your front to tease your clit.

You felt as if your legs were about to buckle underneath you, the sensation in your stomach building again as the sound of moans and slapping skin filled the room. You could feel yourself clenching around him, and from the sounds of Trents groans, you knew he was close too.

The both of you came together, releasing your highs in sync. He pulled out of you slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You taste and feel so good." He muttered into your neck. "You know, you should burn the food more often."

You chuckled, turning your head slightly so that you could kiss him. "You can help me clean up. These counters need to be wiped down."

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that's my boy 🫶

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The Enemy — TAA

AUTHOR: i would love to know if you want more taa content

SUMMARY: in which they hook up and meet the day after in undesirable circumstances…

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, +18

When your phone begins to ring you are rudely woken up by it, a loud groan coming from your lips. You stretch your hand out to silence it and in a matter of seconds it stops thankfully. You roll in your bed, trying to relax for another while. The sun is up in the sky and you can’t be mire happy about it. You slowly open your eyes, taking in your surroundings. It’s your hotel room. After partying almost all night you have had the decency to call a Uber and come back to your room. You mentally high five yourself for being so responsible. When the phone begins to ring again— this time meaning someone is calling you— you groan but pick it up.

“Good morning, sunshine. I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” You recognize your best friend’s voice through the phone and playfully roll your eyes. Of course, it has to be her, who else would call you at… nine in the morning? Fuck, you are late. You immediately stand up, even if your head obviously doesn’t work as fast as your body and forces you to sit down when you see all black.

“Why wouldn’t I answer it? I’m getting dressed.” You hurriedly explain, not wanting her to scold you for being late. Your stomach complains and you make a mental note to stop somewhere to eat something for breakfast, you’re not going anywhere without food. Thankfully enough, you’ve had the genial idea to pick your outfit before today so you really just need to wash yourself and wear it.

“I thought you’d be too busy getting dicked down to remember how to answer your phone, sweetie.” She takes the piss and at first you don’t really understand her reference. A frown on your face as you put the phone on speaker and wash your face, then it all comes back to your memory. You freeze, before realizing you don’t really have time to waste. You start to remember your encounter of the night before and more specifically the events following that. Your cheeks blush even though you’ve just wash your face with cold water.

“So… I assume he’s not there.” She says but it sounds more like a question. You confirm her hypothesis. He must have left a few hours before you had to wake up. You are glad for it, dealing with the aftermath of last night right now wouldn’t be ideal, considering how late you are. You are getting dressed as Isabel keeps talking and teasing you. Much to your dismay, last night you went out, not wanting to be the only one staying alone in your hotel room. You actually didn’t plan on staying too long because you knew you had to wake up early.

“I need to know: how was he? Was he good? Was he kinky? Was he b-” you interrupt her nonsense which would usually make you laugh — it still does— because you need to leave the hotel room and there’s no way you’re discussing your previous night’s events on the phone while walking around the hotel.

“I’ll see you in five at the bar across the street.” You let her know before hanging up. You put your shoes on and leave your hotel room, not before giving yourself a quick look through the mirror. It takes you just five minutes to get to your destination. When you walk in the bar you immediately spot your friend sitting at a table, she has the biggest smirk on her lips and you know you won't be able to escape her interogation.

"Well well, look at who it is: Miss I don't do hook up's. Sit down and spill all the tea, I've already ordered your breakfast." she doesn't even give you the time to greet her as you pull the chair from the table to sit. You giggle and see the waiter approach with your foor, your stomach growls in excitement. You definetely need that after a night out. Rea waits for you to start talking and you do after your first bite.

"What do you want me to tell you? You know how adults have sex." you try again, also because you can't rembember much about last night outside the various activities you've done in your hotel room. Rea cocks an eyebrow and looks at you, letting you she isn't having it.

"For starters you could tell me how many hickeys you have since I can see at least two on your neck." she points at your skin and you widen your eyes, taking your phone to look at yourself. She's right, you have two hickeys which merge into one big hickey on your neck, more precisely at the base, where your neck meets your shoulder. You blush and all the memories begin to resurface back: the party, the flirty jokes, the dancing, the vodka and then your room.

"I think uhm... He uhm..." you struggle to come up with the right words which is weird because Rea is literally your best friend and there are almost no topics you are embarassed to discuss about with her.

"Oh for Christ, y/n. Was he good at it?" she asks annoyed. You blush again as you instantly remember a moment of your previous night: he had one of his hands on your hip whilst the other was in your hair as he thrusted in and out of you at a hard pace which you could vividly remember had you cumming in little time. Rea notices your red cheeks and smirks.

"He was, he really was... I can't remember his face properly though, it was like one in the morning we had no light on. But he was great, probably one of the best men I've been with in the last two years. In bed of course." you finally tell her and she's very much pleased with your confession, to the point where she only asks you a couple more questions-- very inappopriate for the context you are in, in fact a couple of old people glares at her in disbelief. But then she finally drops it, probably because you have to rush to get into a Uber as soon as possible.

<we're here x> you text but before you can even wait for a reply you feel someone tap on your shoulder so you turn around. There it is your half-brother smiling at you with the brightest smile on his lips. You smile back before wrapping your arms around him for a long desired hug. Due to your schedule and his work you don't see each other much, but the love you both feel for each other makes you find some time into your busy lives to meet up.

"Hi, Lew. How are you?" you ask as he greets Rea as well. Lewis smiles as he answers your question and takes you around the paddock. Your mother has been with his father for the longest of time, you were around four years old when they started to date and Lewis was probably already eighteen.

"And this is where the magic happens. This is my baby." he caresses the front of his Mercedes car, just above the 44 and you giggle. Although the age difference is quite big, 14 years to be exact, you always feel very comfortable around Lewis, sharing your days and your business with him as if he was a friend of yours, which he actually is. Lewis proceeds to lead you inside the Mercedes hospitality. Rea asks him a couple questions about the cars and the race, whilst you llok around. I've been attending his races since you could remember, Lewis has always been your biggest inspiration, his hard work, consistency, perseverance have inspired you to do better, to improve. He really is an example you've tried to follow your whole life.

"Come, I'll show you how fast they can do a pit stop." Lewis loves to show you these little things in his job and you love to let him do it. Rea follows, not having been to many races, even though she's a fan of the sport too. There you also see a few other friends of Lewis', such as Christian, Diego, Anita and Brent who have been four of his closest friends since you were ten.

"Hi there, you don't look as devastated as I expected you to be." Brent jokes as he goes in for hug. They were with you and Rea last night, they actually conviced you to go out in the first place. You wink at him, before pecking Anita's cheek. Lewis frowns, clearly not aware of your night out.

"Yea, we went clubbing and not even two hours later your sister was getting-" you shush Christian before he can even finish his sentence, you know where he's going and the last thing you want is your brother to find out about your little hook up story. Yea, maybe this is one of the topics you usually don't discuss with Lewis, mainly because he sees you more like a little sister to protect than a friend, so you know he will be giving you lectures about sex.

"I was getting tired, so I left with Rea." you lie but Lewis seems to buy it, well actually he's distracted by one of his mechanics and you know if you are lucky enough he won't bring it up again later. You glare at Christian who simply chuckles and pays attention to what's happening outside the Mercedes' garage. You know today is a special day for Lewis because it's the Silverstone Grand Prix and he's always very excited to be racing at home. You can tell his trying to keep his cmposure and not show how nervous he actually is feeling.

"They put the Red Bull garage right next to yours? Nah, this shit is too funny." Diego comments and you turn around to see your surroundings. You spot the McLaren garage and then right on the other side the Red Bull one. Being Lewis Hamilton's step sister also means that you have no sympathy for his opponents, especially not after last year. Lewis has moved on from it but you clearly haven't from the looks you are giving the Red Bull team which is something that always amuses your older brother.

"Y/n, isn't that-" "Yo Trent, come check this out, this is mental, man!" you don't recognize the voice but the name rings a bell in your head as you glance at the man who's just spoken. You can see his face but can't remember having ever come across him. His friend on the other hand looks pretty familiar: brown locks, muscular physique, long legs and breathtaking smile. He's wearing sunglasses so you can't see his eyes but you would recognize those white teeth anywhere. Fuck.

"Yes, it's him." you whisper to Rea who tries not to laugh at how absurd this situation is.

"Trent... Cute name for a cute face." she comments whilst Trent himself walks around the Red Bull car. It's not even the fact that you've slept with someone who's now just a few feet away from you and is probably famous. The actual problem for you is where he's standing: in the Red Bull garage. You've slept with the enemy. The reality of it is almost unbearable. You almost feel a traitor in your Mercedes shirt as you almost glare at the poor man.

"Someone's been checking you out, man." Xavier points out to Trent who looks up from the Red Bull's front wing to see what his friend is talking about. It doesn't take him too long to spot you standing next to the grey Mercedes with a big frown on your face. He instantly recognizes you. On the other side a big smirk pops on his lips, he doesn't seem to be bothered by your shirt. You soon realize he’s noticed you, therefore you look away, focusing on whatever your brother is saying. Last thing you want is to be seen interacting with the enemy.

“Man, do you know who that is?” Xavier speaks again when he sees his friend is still looking your way. Trent shrugs his shoulders, he knows what you were up to last night with him but he’s sure he has not seen you before, not even on the internet. His friend comes closer, touching his shoulder by resting his hand on it.

“She’s Lewis Hamilton’s step sister.” He says and Trent presses his lips together. If his sponsor knew he had any sort of intimate interaction with Lewis Hamilton’s sister they would definitely be very bothered by it. He has signed a contract with Red Bull for a few years and now he’s been sponsoring it for quite awhile, that’s why he’s been invited to the Red Bull garage for the Silverstone grand prix. Trent has been a fan of the sport for awhile and Red Bull contract or not he wouldn’t pass the opportunity to attend a race when his busy schedule allows him to. The Liverpool player gulps, keeping his gaze on you. He can remember every moment you two have shared and by the way you look at him he can tell you remember too.

“Why is he staring at me? It’s pissing me off.” You say to Rea whilst Lewis talks to his race engineer. Your best friend glances at Trent whose eyes are still directed to you. He’s not even trying to be secretive about it, bluntly staring at you. Lewis isn’t dumb, especially if we’re talking about men looking your way, so you know it won’t take him long to notice that too. Rea giggles, finding all of this very amusing.

“Is she the girl from last night? Damn, congrats, mate. She’s stunning.” Dylan slaps his back, chuckling. Trent rolls his eyes playfully. It is hard to forget a face like yours, so hard he can’t keep his eyes off you and he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off either. Thankfully he’s not close to you.

“Good morning, mate. Trent, Dylan, Xavier: this is George Russell.” Max introduces the three friends to the Mercedes driver, who politely shakes their hands. The five of them engage in a short conversation about the cars but when they start to get into details, Trent’s mind starts to drift away as his eyes look for you. You’ve left the garage, headed to the buffet although you’re not that hungry.

“Trent Alexander-Arnold, uh? I didn’t recognize him at first last night.” Brent says lowly enough so that no one else can hear you. He seems to be the only one to understand that last thing you want is Lewis to find out or even anyone else on the grid. You can’t handle a scandal with a player like him.

“Thank God, we left. Last thing I wanted was to be there with him staring at him.” You sigh in relief whilst Brent fills his plate with some sweets. The curly haired man chuckles before looking up from his food and behind you, a smirk making its way on his lips.

“Looks like you’ll be stuck here talking to him now. Good luck.” And before you can even protest Brent has left your side. You turn around and spot Trent making his way towards you and there’s no point in running away now, it would only draw more attention to you. So you glance around you and thankfully Lewis is nowhere to be seen, maybe too busy with the others.

“Was I so bad last night that you need to run away from me today?” He asks with a smug on his face, showing off his perfect white teeth. You definitely understand now why you’ve chosen to bring him back to your hotel room. He’s the incarnation of perfection: tall, muscular, handsome, piercing eyes, charming personality and pretty good sense of style. You can’t help but turn up your nose when you see his Red Bull hat. We all have flaws after all.

“Should have told me you were one of them.” Your choice of words makes Trent chuckle when you hint at the hospitality he has been invited to. You aren’t exactly amused by the situation but you have to admit his smile is very charming.

“I didn’t know you were one of them either.” He points out and he’s right, but you will never admit it. He’s a Red Bull associate after all, you can’t let the enemy win. You’re both very lucky that the Mercedes buffet is outside the hospitality, so it doesn’t look too weird that you are standing there talking to each other. Yet you know if anyone happens to notice you— such as Lewis— it will not end well.

“I’m sorry I left in such a rush this morning. I would have loved to stay a bit longer…” he steps closer, bringing his annoying Red Bull drink to his lips as he sips on it. You can’t understand how people drink that, it tastes like medicine to you. You gulp, getting the hint but you can’t give in so easily. Even if the memories from last night are coming back to your mind.

“It’s okay. I would have kicked you out anyway.” You say bluntly lying. After last night you would have definitely not kicked him out, at least not before having some good old morning sex. Trent smiles, not even bothered by your unfounded insult because he knows you’re lying, anyone walking by your room would know you’re lying.

“Hard to believe that when you were fucking my face so eagerly last night.” He says without any problem. You bite down your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile but the redness of your cheeks betrays you. Trent cocks an eyebrow, his tongue swiping across his plump and very kissable lips. How can you ever forget how magical they felt against your core? How his tongue brought you to one of the most sensational orgasm of your last three months and how those deep brown eyes stared back at you lustfully? No, those details were impossible to forget.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He smirks when he doesn’t hear any of your sneaky comebacks, so he knows he’s hit and sunk you.

“You didn’t seem to have a lot to say when I was fucking you, Mr Know It All.” You finally say back but it doesn’t seem to bother him, in fact, he laughs, finding it funny. He has no problems in admitting you were great last night, in fact, he has no problems in admitting he’d do it again. Trent leans in, his lips ghosting over your cheekbone as he throws away his empty can.

“I don’t know it all, but I definitely know I want to see you cumming around me again.” He whispers so all you can hear him before leaving your side with a wink. Your mouth falls agape after his statement but Trent doesn't notice because he's already walking back into the Red Bull garage. You stare at him walk away, his broad shoulders, his long legs, his big hands. Everything reminds you of the night you shared, which is quite unforgettable. You can still feel his breath on your neck whilst his hand was loosely wrapped around it. His hips pushing hard into yours as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear with no shame.

"By the looks of it I say it didn't go as you planned, sister." Rea jokes when she spots your flushed cheeks and open mouth. You are quick at looking away from his tall figure but Rea has already figured you out. After all she's your best friend for a reason, isn't she?

"He wants to see me again." you say and it sounds like you're asking for her permission but Rea knows that you are just looking for valid reasons not to go and she also knows she won't be giving you any because there are none.

"Your room or his?" she asks and cocks an eyebrow when you try to convince her you won't be sleeping with him again. You both know you're lying and there's no valid reason you should turn down such offer, after all you won't see him again and if you're lucky no one else will ever find out about it.

"I don't even have his number." you say weakly to which Rea layghs before leaving you, headed to the Red Bull garage but it's too late to stop her when you realize what she's up to. You see her talking to Trent, he nods amused before looking your way. Sometimes you wish you could hate your own best friend but when she comes back with a wide grin on her lips you know you can't.

«Too shy to ask for my number? You didn't look so shy last night when you were on your knees for me. ;)»you want to smak yourself and him. You don't know in what kind of situation you've put yourself to but at this point you can't deny yourself of another good fuck. Even if he's the enemy and you really don't like anything revolving Red Bull, you have to admit he's pretty good at what he does, and no, it's not just football. You sigh and look away, deciding to focus on the race ahead.

«my room, tonight at 9pm.»

You’ve spent the whole day in the Mercedes garage, feeling like a traitor, as if you had just spilled all their secrets to their enemy. However, when you see the tall football player walk in your hotel room, hands in his pockets and the biggest smirk displayed on his face you don’t even know what guilt feels like. Red Bull, Mercedes, Max and Lewis a long forgotten memory as Trent pushes you on your bed and watches you like you’re the prey he’s been hunting all day.

“Not so bratty now, are you, sweetie?” Trent chuckles as his hand is wrapped around your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. You can’t think straight as you quickly move on his lap, bouncing on his cock like it’s your purpose in life. The scouser chuckles against your lips when you mumble incoherent words, telling him to touch your breasts. Nevertheless, he does as asked and rolls your nipples between his long fingers. Your legs are starting to give out so you gently push him backwards so he ends up on his back.

“Fuck… You look so hot right now, riding me cock so well…” he mutters, feeling his orgasm approaching. You smirk at him and lean towards your drawer, he frowns at your action but doesn’t question it. You come back with a cap in your hands. He lets you put it on his head and it doesn’t take him too long to understand what you’re doing by the wide smirk on your face.

“You look so much better in a Mercedes cap… Makes me want to suck your cock… Let you fuck my mouth…” you whisper knowing the reaction you would get out of him because of your words and you’re not left disappointed when he lets out a low yet deep growl. The image of having you on your knees again for him makes his head spin and he has to keep his cool if he doesn’t want to cum on the spot. Trent bucks his hips up, thrusting into you harder which takes you off guard, a loud moan rolling off your tongue. You’re glad you’re sober because you want to remember this sex for the rest of your life.

“I bet you like me in Red Bull more… Knowing it’s wrong, that you shouldn’t fuck me… It turns you on, doesn’t it, baby?” He says looking at you in eyes before flipping the two of you around. You yelp surprised but amused, he settles between your legs, standing on his kneels as he opens your legs. You watch him from beneath him and you gawk at the sight of his naked body, the silver necklace shining against his sweaty chest. His hands take the cap off just to turn it backwards and you clench around nothing at the sight. The fact that he’s so unbothered by it, that he plays along just turns you on even more. Maybe his sponsorship with Red Bull is, in fact, his only flaw. You pull him down by the necklace to peck his lips.

“Am I right, y/n? You like getting fucked by the enemy, don’t you?” He smirks when you don’t reply but simply whine, implicitly begging him to continue what he was doing just a few seconds ago. It’s embarrassing how easily he can get into your head, messing with you, having you just how he wants to and where he wants to. For someone who’s known you for less than a week is a lot of power, which you are willing to give when his cock fills you up so splendidly. He gives you one last look before lining up with your entrance.

“Answer me.” He gives you one last ultimatum and you really don’t want to wait any longer to feel him inside of you. “Yes. Fuck, yes I do. Please Trent…” you beg him, which is something you wouldn’t do with an ordinary guy, but again: Trent is no ordinary guy. Not when he thrusts into you, filling you up in a way that has your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. The scouser nibbles at the skin of your neck whilst his hips set a hard pace that forces you to sink your teeth onto his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. He rests his weight onto his forearms, his brown locks tickling your cheek as he kissing his way up to your lips.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good…” he murmurs against your mouth. You smile and your nails dig in his back when he reaches a specific spot inside of you. Trent leans back, sitting on his heels and the variation of the angle has you running out of breath for a second. He watches you writhe beneath him, your fingers rolling your nipples as you try to keep your gaze in his, silently challenging him. He bites down his bottom lip, grabbing your legs and pulling them on his shoulders. You clench again around him, making him grunt at the feeling. He knows you’re both close but he tries his best to make you finish first.

“Trent… Fuck, please…” you don’t even know what you’re exactly saying but you feel this coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping and you know you can’t hold it for much longer, nor Trent wants you to hold back. He smirks at you, kissing your leg before picking up the pace, one of his hands finds its place between your bodies and his thumb toys with your clit, which has you coming undone in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, such a good pussy…” he murmurs as he follows right behind you. The sight of his naked sculpted torso, of his silver necklace hitting his sweaty chest, of his brown locks and of the Mercedes cap is something you wish to never forget. It looks like heaven on earth. Trent sighs, pulling out of you and throwing away the condom before reaching out to grab one of the towels you’ve left on your nightstand and starts to clean you up. You don’t expect him to but it’s nice to be taken care of when you’re so exhausted.

“When’s your flight?” You ask him when he lays down next to you, pulling the covers over you both. He thinks about it a quick second before answering your question.

“Tomorrow afternoon, why?” He looks down at you with such pretty brown eyes you would get on top of him on the spot if your body wasn’t so tired out. You smirk, letting him know your trail of thoughts isn’t anywhere near being pure.

“We’ll have plenty of time to catch up on the morning sex we missed this morning then.”

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i’m begging you for either dads best friend!bucky or best friend’s dad!bucky 🤪🫠🫠🫠 they’re the same but diff please babes 😩

masterlist

i don’t usually read dbf!bucky BUT i’ve never read best friend’s dad bucky so this ask caught my attention😏 so i just whipped this up

Minors DNI‼️

also sebastian is giving dilf these days

Cheerleader Costume by @metalbuckaroo

BestFriendsDad!Bucky x Reader by @buckydeniro

you were just trying to bake secret cupcakes for your best friend for her secret birthday party but mr. barnes had to, like always, make it difficult.

headcanon by @buckydeniro

Rebound by @becca-e-barnes

Your boyfriend cheats on you so you spend the weekend with your best friend and her dad Bucky to cheer you up

Night Out by @becca-e-barnes

Amy thinks you need to blow off some steam after breaking up with Aaron. Little does she know her dad has been helping you with that.

-> check out her #bestfriendsdad!bucky tag

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Eight

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, fake PR relationship mentioned, swearing, dolores is a bitch, allusions to the reader receiving hate online for her books not explicitly described, making out, angst, steve is well steve, jealous bucky.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Seven || Chapter Nine (12th Nov 22)

HEADLINES:

EXCLUSIVE! Behind The Scenes Pictures From The Set Of Bucky Barnes and Steve Roger’s New Movie. 

Bucky Barnes Unrecognisable Without His Bionic Arm! 

Author Y/N Resorts To Sharing Poetry On Her Account. Will Her Book See The Light Of Day?

Dolores and Steve Spotted At Restaurant Is She Going To Be The One That Gets The Best Friends Back Together? We Miss Our Golden Boys.

Uh Oh Early Call Time And Shoot Delayed Yet Again Because Starlet Is Sleeping Crew Says Money Is Being Burned. 

Natasha Romanoff prides herself on several attributes, patience might just be the one she loses today. It’s the nineth day of shooting and Dolores is still not getting out of the damned trailer at the required times. She tosses the script harshly onto the fold out table. 

“Will someone check on little miss starlet?” Natasha rubs her temples. 

The crew is already on eggshells because of Dolores and her tantrums. 

Yesterday they had to shut down production because Dolores did not like the simple outfit. Demanding only designer pieces to be shown and worn by her. Another alteration to the original Doll characterisation. 

You almost crushed the designer scarf the wardrobe team was trying to get approved by the producers. Hell you almost threw a fit, but you knew you had to shut up. Bucky’s eyes widened comically when he noticed your anger as you stormed past him. He almost expected your wrath. You two had hardly spoken unless it was related to work over the past month. Every time you wanted to, another article would pop up with him and Dolores. 

You wouldn’t get between two people. 

Bucky watched you from his marked places on set, the way you would smile when he did the scene as you had imagined, the little laughter he took notice between takes you gave, the way you were kind to the crew. Even if you were irritated you’d leave the set, walking away calming down then returning. Natasha started doing the same, followed by Ace.

The three of you began having almost communal meetings at the spot.

Bucky walks towards Natasha. Today they were supposed to be shooting the scenes where the friendship between Rhys and Doll bloomed, it was going to be sped up to show the passage of time but they needed the footage.

“Nat, look they’ll get her out.” Bucky offers empty words. He knows Dolores, they all do. 

“Shouldn’t you try to get her out.” Nat raises her brow, “Girlfriend and all?” 

Bucky gives her an irritated look. Nat lets out a small laugh. 

“Ugh, what if we shoot your scenes? With someone else saying her lines?” Natasha looks around for Maria and Nick. Spotting them she saunters over with Bucky trailing behind. 

“Listen, I’m not wasting another day behind these childish tantrums. I don’t care whose dick she sucks.” Natasha warns, you look up from your laptop hearing her words. You offer an apologetic look. Your eyes flicker to Bucky, he’s not looking at Nick and Maria. 

He’s staring right at you. 

Blue eyes piercing into yours, his words to your from the elevator echo silently between the two of you.

“Y/N?” 

You blink and turn to the source of voice.

“Y/N?” Nick questions again, looking between Bucky and you. 

“Yeah, sorry spaced out for a minute.” You try to brush it off, “The leak and everything has put a lot on my plate.”

“Could you run the lines with Bucky?” He requests. 

“Um, as in on camera?” You look at the three of them confused. 

“The camera would be on Bucky, you’d sit where Dolores has to sit and say her lines. We’d only be filming Bucky.” Natasha explains, her green hopeful eyes, pleading. 

“You can read it from the iPad too, it’s alright.” Bucky adds. 

“I, well okay, if it saves the crew time and energy.” You shrug, dwelling on the leaked chapters thing wasn’t doing you any good. You suspect SHEILD had something to do with it but didn’t verbalise anything. 

Steve had been sympathetic, rushing to your home within half hour of the news breaking. Then consistently visiting for his character work instead of it being hosted at SHEILD or BW. Bucky had sent messages and emails, you read them but did not bother responding. The way he left things had you wonder if you had come between Dolores and him.

Your stomach twists, you hate the feeling on anxiety that swoops over.

“Alright, Y/N just sit there, you will be able to see Bucky through the glass, we’re giving you both computers with stands they are dummy ones so you will just have a transparent screen.” Natasha explains, the cinematographer, Wanda Maximoff steps in as well making placement adjustments. 

They hide your iPad discreetly, wanting B-Roll for Dolores’ side of the screen to edit later. Bucky takes his place opposite to you. Waving, you shake your head giving a bemused grin.

“You’re going to do well.” He encourages.

“Hope so.” You rolls your shoulders.

“Alright, can we get lights, camera, action.” Natasha calls, the clapperboard resounds.

“Doll, did you watch the episode yet?” Bucky looks at you through the glass, smiling. You look down at the iPad, then back up.

“Not yet, this next exam is killing me and if I procrastinate anymore I’m going to flunk.” You sigh, picking up the pen from the side and playing with it between your fingers.

“You aren’t flunking, we’ve established you’re smart.” Bucky shakes his head.

“How exactly have we established that Sergeant Bass?” You chuckle as he blushes.

“Should not have told you my ranking.” He grumbles.

“Why not? It suits you. Sergeant Bass, Special Ops — Sniper trained.” you enunciate each word with opening and closing your palms.

Natasha shares a look with Wanda, “Cut!” 

Bucky curiously looks at the duo, 

“We want to run that scene again, a little more conversation, go off track if required.” Nat assures, Wanda asks another camera person, taking over the camera and setting it towards you.

“B roll,” Wanda shrugs, knowing you’d get nervous and fumble.

“Alright from the top.” The instructions ring out.

“Did you watch the episode yet, Doll?” Bucky questions, you shake your head.

“Not yet, preparing for this exam is killing me and if I procrastinate anymore I’m going to flunk.”you sigh picking up the pen and playing with it again.

“You aren’t flunking we’ve already established you’re smart.” Bucky chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him, not buying his words.

“How have we established that Sergeant Bass?” 

He gazes away embarrassed, pink dusting his cheeks, “Should not have told you my ranking.” He shakes his head. 

“Why not? Sergeant Bass, Special Ops — Sniper Trained.” You repeat the gesture. 

Bucky chuckles, “Well we have established you are smart because I’ve read your papers, the ones you sent, also given the fact that you have a brilliant mind and way of thinking.” 

“Rhys…” you trail off, your own cheeks heating. 

Bucky meets your eyes through the glass, you look up at him. 

He has a smile on his features that prompts your own smile. 

“Cut!” Natasha’s voice pulls the two of you back into reality. 

“That was good, now can we have a change of clothes? To show the time passing.” Natasha requests. 

You stand to return to the producer table, Bucky grabs your arm. 

“You did good.” He says, you look down at his hand, then back up at him. 

“Thank you, you did too.” You smile. 

“Can, could we please talk?” He requests. 

Your grin fades, “I,”

“Y/N? We need to go over this next shot, Bucky head to change please.” Nat interrupts, Bucky leaves, you move towards her. 

“That was good work, you never contemplated acting?” Nat wonders a smile on her features. 

You snort, “Right, this industry is cut throat and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with the hate I already get.” 

“You get hate?” She seems baffled. 

“Not everyone likes my books then they take it out on attacking me.” You shrug. 

“I didn’t think it would happen to authors…” Nat trails off. 

She’s called to the side by the assistant directors and Wanda. 

Bucky returns clothes changed, the clocks on the set are changed. Popcorn bowls are placed. Bucky steals one off of the bowl when he thinks no one is looking. 

“I saw that.” You tease, he chews shrugging, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says going for another handful. 

Your eyes fall to his left shoulder. 

“It didn’t bother me, I thought it would.” He admits. 

“I’m glad.” You say honestly. 

“Popcorn?” He offers, the ones in his palm you take two pieces he eats the remaining. You laugh. 

“Stop eating the props.” Natasha calls you both out. 

You and Bucky turn, “We didn’t eat anything.” He says. 

“Yes no buttery goodness eaten here.” You lie. 

Nat raises a brow you scurry to your side as Bucky just laughs.

“You have to admit your feelings.” Loki tells Bucky. 

“Its going to ruin the friendship. Ruin what the two of us have.” Bucky declares. 

Loki rolls his eyes, “Rhys, come on this is her, I see how you smile when you play online games or binge watch something with her.”  

“Levi, I don’t want to fuck it up besides she won’t feel the same way.” Loki scoffs, “I’ve read her replies and heard her flirt back, I’m telling you she likes you more than a friend. Those little stolen looks mid conversation, even far apart it’s as if you both are on a different frequency together.” 

Buck runs his hand through his hair, Loki moves then, grabbing his phone from the table and running off. The camera follow their antics of running around. 

“It would be great if she likes me back.” Bucky admits through their running around. 

“Well then tell her cause I know it will be great because she does like you back!”

Bucky grabs the pillow throwing it at Loki with precision. 

“You asshole, that hurt!” Loki groans rubbing his head. 

“You are slow.” Bucky narrows his eyes, grabbing the phone out of Loki’s hand. 

“You’re a trained sniper.”  Loki reasons still wincing at the tenderness. 

“Levi.” Bucky almost has to do a double take, because Loki opened up his Instagram DM to you and send you the voice note of his admission. 

You’ve replied, ‘well, it’s great then’ he looks past where Loki stands, you’re on set but you look up at him. His brows furrow. 

“You sent her a voice recording?” Bucky groans. 

“Well you weren’t going to tell her directly.” Loki takes a step back, “Did she reply?” 

“She said, it’s great then.” Bucky reads the message again.

They know all of this would be covered in post editing with digital alterations, their screens never seeing the light of day.

Loki seems confused, Bucky gnaws his bottom lip. The phone begins to ring. You’re calling him. 

“It’s her, she’s trying to call…” Bucky panics as the script desires,

“Pick up!” Loki gestures with his hand moving closer to answer the call, the phone falls from Bucky’s grasp and shifts onto speakerphone.

“How dare you try to steal my part, you ugly bitch!” Dolores’ voice resounds from the speaker Bucky and Loki look at where you’re standing. 

“Cut!” Natasha calls out before any sort of leak, occurs of this drama. 

Dolores’ hand is raised you’ve blocked her from hitting you. 

“You fucking—,” she fumes eyes narrowed.  

“Enough!” Nick Fury yells, you let go of Dolores’ hand. 

“Do you know what your call time is Dolores?” Maria questions stepping forward, as Ace pulls you back. 

Dolores keeps quiet. Most of the crew stray clear of the area. 

“I asked you something.” Maria raises a brow when Dolores doesn’t respond, “Since you have nothing to say for your disrespect towards the call time and the producers on the movie, go get cleaned up, and get in for the next scene, then you can shoot the pending segments. Also we will be discussing your fee.”

“You’re going to pay for this.” She sneers at you. 

“Are you threatening the producer?” Ace pipes up, moving towards Dolores. 

“Ace—,” You try, they shake their head. 

“I’m warning the bitch that she’s going to get what is coming for her.” Dolores points at Ace, “You speak carefully if you don’t want to be on the list.” She warns them. 

They move forward, you grab their hand. Ace clicks their tongue in annoyance. You shake your head. 

Bucky and Loki walk up. 

“Dolores, do you ever work without threats?” Loki looks at her unimpressed. 

“You just got out of the blacklist you want back in?” She raises a brow. 

“Dot.” Bucky draws her attention, “Do you really want to stoop to their level?”

Your stomach drops. Ace looks at him baffled. 

“The whole abuse power thing? Babe, I thought you were better than that? Damn.” He gives her a disapproving look. 

Ace grins. 

Dolores’ mouth parts, “No! I wasn’t doing— babe, no just life has been so hard and I just—,”

“Aw, I know, I understand but you can’t power trip your way, you know without my arm it hurts. I keep having to delay having it on because you delay things.” He shrugs.

Dolores looses her cool further and rushes to hug Bucky. He wraps his flesh arm around her. She flinches, When her head rests on his left shoulder and she doesn’t spot the arm. Making an annoyed expression. 

Bucky clenches his jaw, your eyes meet his, the hurt in them is evident. Unhidden. You can’t believe it. She doesn’t accept him without his arm. She doesn’t see him as complete.

You look towards Loki with a what the fuck expression, he moves to where you stand. He cannot say anything, or provide you answers. 

You move, needing to get away because how the fuck can she date Bucky but not want him as he is? How can he date her when she hurts him over a traumatic event of his life? 

Why is it upsetting to you this much?

Tearing apart inside your chest the way he just accepts the veiled affection from her despite his eyes giving away his pain.

You’re walking off, trying to find a place to collect yourself when someone grabs your arm. 

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s sickly sweet voice washes over you. Not again.

“Steve please, I need to be alone.” You push at his chest.

“You’re upset you should not be alone.” He reasons, cupping your face, “Do you want to go home? I could take you home.” 

“I just need to take a breather, I’m okay otherwise.” You assure. Steve steps back nodding.

“Do you want me to come visit? I could stay with your mum while you work on the book.” He offers.

“My timeline has been disrupted because of the acquisition issues. I’ve pressed pause on writing.” You tell him, somehow welcoming the distraction from the ache in your chest.

“I could just visit, I know she adores me.” He smiles, then chuckles.

“What?” 

“The other day she was asking me about work, she asked if I see you on set and if you’re happy or not.” He informs you.

“What did you tell her?” You ask curiously.

“I told her you’re happy, but you could be happier, and that you’re happiest when she is happy.” He admits.

“Steve…” You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I know you think I drop by without reason or too much, but I’ve lost people in my life, sometimes spending time with your mom talking to her it makes me feel good. I know you’re closer to Loki and he visits more often. I just, I want to say thank you for opening your home to me despite the constraints.” He offers a sympathetic smile,

“Bring raised in a house of abuse isn’t easy.” He gazes to the side, then back at you.

“I’m sorry…” You don’t know what else to say to him.

“I know it doesn’t excuse how I am, I’m painfully aware. I know you haven’t outright said it, but on days if I stay late and you go to tell him, I can hear the crap he spews. I’ve heard it too.” 

You close your eyes, “I’m so sorry—,”

“Don’t apologise, you’ve made Rhys say it in your book, you aren’t responsible for his actions.” Steve cups your cheek again, stroking your skin with his thumb. He presses his lips to your forehead.

Valentina smiles from behind the trailer, lowering her phone and moving back before Steve pulls away from you.

“Want to stay out here or head back?” He questions, you gesture towards the set.

“What scene are you shooting today?” You ask him, curious because you didn’t recall him on the schedule. 

“I don’t have any scenes, I wanted to meet you.” He smiles.

“Oh, Steve, I—,”

“As friends, I know you aren’t interested in that aspect.” He chuckles easing your worries.

“Thank you.” you tell him as you both walk back onto set, being as quiet since the cameras are rolling. 

Bucky pauses mid scene with Dolores the laughter he was faking morphs into a glare.

“Cut!” Natasha yells, then looks back at what distracted Bucky, she rolls her eyes. “Bucky focus, please.” She reminds. 

Ace moves over to you, you smile at them.

“Sorry, just got distracted.” Bucky reasons, looking back at Steve who raises a brow and grins in challenge. Bucky bites the inside of his cheek.

“Can we have the scene set again, from the top.” Natasha requests, the crew move forward in practiced ease to reset everything.

Bucky can’t take it, the third article highlighting how Steve is at your house burns in his mind. His trainer fixes the plates on the barbell. 

Bucky stares at the set up, he was supposed to be setting a personal record today. 

It’s a day off from shooting that everyone has, but he felt so restless the gym seemed to be a solution.

“Alright.” Dalton pats his back, “Ready?”

Bucky nods, bending down, Dalton wraps the straps around the barbell. Bucky moves into his starting position. Taking a deep breath. He attempts the lift. He shakes, but completes the rep, Dalton cheers him. Bucky grins, exhaling.

“Come on, five more reps.” Dalton claps, Bucky moves, the plates touch the floor, he powers through, “Fuck yes new PR.”

Bucky hugs the man, feeling better.

“Alright I’m increasing the weight. I think we can go to 242 lbs which is 110 kgs.” Dalton grins excited.

Bucky nods, as he catches his breath, his phone chimes.

Sam: Valentina is playing fucking dirty. They’re trying to push a Steve-Y/N story. I’ve reached out to Yelena, she’s pissed. Y/N’s upset not answering calls.

Bucky opens the link, Steve is kissing your forehead, and then there is a picture of him gazing out your upper floor window. Bucky’s grip tightens around his phone. You didn’t deserve this bullshit.

“Bucky?” Dalton watches him, “We can stop if something has come up.” 

“No, we can,” He locks the device after sending you another message to talk. He doesn’t think you will respond. Ever since the whole PR mess with Dolores you’ve been pulling away from him.

He walks over to the barbell, getting into his stance. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Dalton prompts, Bucky’s grip tightens, inhaling, holding, he moves, the stupid image flashes through his mind he drops the damn barbell mid deadlift..

“Fuck.” he groans.

“it’s okay—,”

“It’s fucking not, fucking bullshit.” Bucky moves to the edge of the room, getting into stance he punches the punching bag off of its hook. It collides with the wall.

“Bucky.” Dalton shakes his head.

Bucky groans, hooking the bag back up, “Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. You’re upset.”

“I’m angry.” Bucky glares at his trainer.

“Bullshit, you’re upset. Is it the girlfriend?” Dalton questions, they had been friends for a long time.

Hell, Dalton even called Bucky stupid for dating Dolores again.

“Not exactly.” He admits, there is a rumbling of thunder and a knock on the door.

“Weather warning, need to shut the gym.” The trainer announces, Dalton shares a look with Bucky.

“Go, sort your not exactly thing out with your girlfriend.” He advices. Bucky’s shoulders sag, head hanging in defeat. He moves to grab his phone calling Sam to ask Yelena about your whereabouts.

He puts on the windbreaker, sunglasses and a cap. The cab is booked for eight houses down from your place. Throughout the cab ride he’s contemplating what to say to you. The car stops, the rain pelting down harshly, the cab driver unbothered sighs irritated when Bucky stays inside gathering his nerves.

He steps out, the cold water engulfs him, he begins his jog to your home. The scent of petrichor is soothing, he wants to know first and foremost if you’re lost to him. If you are then he wouldn’t stand in your way to happiness. He might punch Steve in warning.

The knocking at your door draws you away from Bucky’s messages, you’ve only read them. You move to the door, not really wanting to interact with anyone after the picture of you and Steve was released for the world to comment upon. 

When you open the door, the rain’s patter increases, the sound covering the thundering of your heart. Your chest tightens.

You stare up at him, he’s panting, drenched by the rain. The droplets trailing from his temple to his jaw. Then onto his clothing. Your curious gaze challenges his determined one. 

“I need to speak with you, Feather.” Bucky’s voice is deep, cracking slightly and then he sniffles, “I can’t speak freely whenever SHEILD or anyone else is around. Please let me inside.” 

“You shouldn't have come here, James, they keep sending paparazzi. If someone sees you here…” you reason. Bucky reaches for your right hand with his left index finger traces the border of your index finger over the tattoo. 

Blue eyes hopeful, begging for a chance. You fold. 

“You need to be quiet, mum’s resting. Dad’s sleeping in his room.” Grasping his hand you guide him inside, handing him a towel from the cupboard. 

He takes it, swiftly drying himself and running the towel through his hair. He gazes outside it was only three pm but the storm made it seem as dark as late evening. 

Bucky follows you to your room, pausing inside as you shut the door gently. His eyes move over the little bookcase, the stacked piles of books and your desk. Then he spots the bed, tucked away in the corner against the wall. Your laptop left opened to a document on the bed. The cursor blinking, waiting for words to be spoken through it.

Bucky’s mind flashes to the picture of Steve peering out a window of the upper floor of this home. 

“Has he been here?” He turns to face you. 

“Are you even entitled to ask me that question?” You raise a brow. 

“He’s visited quite a bit, you don’t allow me a moment of your time.” Bucky complains.

“I allow you my time, James.” You look away.

“You allow me professional time, you hardly reply, we haven’t played scrabble in weeks. We haven’t spoken in weeks. Even on set.” He moves toward you.

“You’ve been in a relationship for past few weeks, what I do on my private time should not be of your concern.” You seethe.

“What you do or should it be who you do?” He scoffs, “I thought you’d know better than to fall for his fake charm.” Bucky shakes his head.

“He keeps popping by unannounced. You know this.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Yet he has full access to your room doesn’t he?” Bucky knows his words sting, hell he hates them on his tongue. 

He’s frustrated, angry, upset.

“James, please shut the fuck up before you say something stupid.” You warn, he moves closer.

“Or what? Are you going to be mad at me for being mean about your little boyfriend?” Bucky sneers, you glare at him. 

“After everything I told you, everything you know about his bullshit.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“James.” you warn again.

“How could you pick him?” he’s baffled, beyond angry.

“How could you pick her? After the crap she has put you through? She cannot even accept physical affection from you without your arm.” You demand, “Why do you take her to Winnie’s?” 

“I did not take her even once at sunset. Why do you even care what she requires from me?” He glares.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why do you even care if he’s been in my room?” You cross your hands across your chest.

“Has he kissed you? Touched you?” Bucky towers over your form, you move back.

“Are you here because you want to know if he did something you keep hesitating to do or are you here to speak to me?” You look away, your own jaw set.

“Answer me.” He grasps your chin with gentleness, a stark contrast to his anger.

“Answer me.” You demand, meeting his stormy gaze, “Tell me, are you here to lay some kind of fucked up egotistical claim? Or are you here as a friend?”

Your eyes are ablaze with a fire Bucky knows he harbours, if he was the stormy sea you were the burning flames upon the surface, standing despite the downpour.

“Feather.” He says as if it will answer all the questions.

“James.” You breathe, your anger turning into tears, you did not want to be weak.

“Why are you treating me as if I’m an option?” Your voice cracks, your eyes fixed upon his. 

Bucky’s thumb brushes along your jaw, “You aren’t an option. You’re my choice, the only choice.”

“W-why are you treating me as the form-former?” Your voice cracks, you hate it, you don’t want to be weak in front of him.

“Because I’m being forced to choose. It isn’t real, her status was falling, it was going to hurt the movie. The contracts… Steve’s already done the PR for SHEILD. He’s trying to take you.” He trails off, his forehead rests against yours, Bucky closes his eyes. Your palms press to his chest.

“I can’t keep doing this, James.” You tell him, “PR or not you’re with her.”

“Did he say anything to make you his?” He’s scared, so scared, “Feather, please say no.”

You contemplate your words, “He’s trying to take me from whom?” Your palm pressed against the wall behind you.

“From me.” He admits, he can’t help but think how right it sounds, you being his, you and him, him being your James.

“Am I even yours?” You question, you need him to answer.

Bucky stays quiet. You laugh bitterly.

“You pushed me away that day. You pulled me close and then you told me to go.” Your chest aches as you remember.

“I had to push you away. If they know they’ll try to take you away.” He hopes you understand.

“Steve doesn’t have me.” You admit, his shoulders sag with relief. 

You feel cruel, oh so cruel, as you utter the next three words, “Neither do you.”

His grip loosens upon your chin, you almost think he would leave, he doesn’t.

Bucky’s grip on your chin tightens, his lips ghost over yours once, twice, then they press onto yours, the wind knocked out of you when you finally feel them. He shifts, you’re against the wall. Your palm wrapped around his wrist.

Your lips move against his, neediness taking over. To taste, to memorise, all those moments of so close come crashing down. The raging stormy waters pull your fire under, your lungs burn. Bucky doesn’t relent, tasting you upon his tongue. His chest gleams with relief, as though he can finally be calm. 

Your free hand moves to his chest, gripping his shirt, beckoning him closer. Just as needy, craving the chaos only he quells within your chest.

Your lips part from his, only momentarily to look into his azure gaze. Bucky pulls your lips back upon his own.

HEADLINES:

Is Steve Rogers Writing His Own Love Story? Look At Who he Shares This Sweet Moment With, We Could Not Have Guessed.

Things You Need To Know About Steve and Y/N’s Blooming Relationship, A Source Close To Steve Spills The Beans On This Surprising Romance.

Tragedy Surrounds the Y/L/N Household, First A Terminally Ill Parent and Now This Heartbreaking Event.

Fans Reach Out To Author In Wake Of The Next Two Chapters Of her Story Leaking Further.

Bucky Barnes Spotted At Nightclub With Loki Laufeyson But Dolores Is Not To Be Seen.

Ace Spotted Giving A Warm Hug To A Visibly Upset Y/N Y/L/N. Yelena Belova Offers Shoulder To Cry On.

Dolores Spotted In Ibiza Partying With Friends While Crew Of Movie Suffers Delays Yet Again.

Filming For ITIMYIMDO Resumes This Week, Director Natasha Romanoff Says The Show Must Go On. 

Bucky Barnes Spotted Exiting Y/N’s Apartment Building. 

A.N.: spoiler alert: they finally kissed, who expected that??????????

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As he says (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

As he says demon!Bucky x Reader Warnings: mind control (with Reader’s consent), smut

Summary: Bucky helps you enjoy sex.

A/N: Kinktober 2022 with demon!Bucky

“So,” Bucky speaks up after a few minutes of silence. “What do you think?” What do you think? You have no idea. You are standing at the window, looking out of the dark street. The starless sky stretches above the buildings, and warm lights filter out the apartments. Everything is quiet and calm except for the muffled music coming from one of your neighbors. “Are you sure it is safe?” You ask the man, nibbling on your bottom lip. Leaning against the desk behind you, you turn your attention away from the empty streets to look at the man lying on your bed. Bucky is tall and broad. The white shirt highlights every curve and edge of his muscles, leaving a small line of his skin bare between the thin fabric and his dark jeans. His arms are under his head. “Of course it is,” he replies. His voice is calm even though excitement shimmers in his veins. He really wants to do this. He wants to play. “And why should I believe in a demon?” You question him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. The movement pushes up your breasts, drawing Bucky’s attention away from your eyes for a second. You don’t have a bra underneath the old t-shirt. “Why would you summon a demon if you don’t trust them?” You cry out in answer. “I did not! It was an accident!” It really was. Who thought buying tea from an antique shop would make you end up like this? “Doesn’t matter,” he rolls his deep red eyes in boredom. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

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Baby Boy

18+ Minors dni

Mommy!kink bucky x reader 

Bucky discovering he has a mommy kink. Idk what this is. I have like 1000 wips, who the fuck asked for this. No one. See you in the next post if mommy kink isn’t your thing  Warnings: Smuuuttt, mommy kink, swearing Fluffff

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why is he so fucking big

like can we imagine this completely encasing you in all things him?

his big fucking arms wrapped around your body, your back pressed flush against his chest, bent over the sink and pounding into you?

his hands are fucking massive, and they hold onto your body steadily as he makes you moan, the squelching sounds driving him even harder into you

“baby, fuck,” he’s breathless, absolutely wrecked from hearing you moan and whine, feeling your pussy squeeze him each time he slams into you

“tightest fuckin pussy, like it was made just for my fat cock.” cause like. he’s fucking ripped. so he’s well endowed and he definitely knows how to use it. especially when he’s fucking up into you just right, he has you squirting all over the counter top and he can feel some of it drip down his balls that slap obscenely against your pussy <3

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Treehouse

Parring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut drabble.

Word Count: 597

A/N: Just a short imagine.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

His hips snapped against you ass at a fast and hard pace.

What was supposed to be a simple show and tell of a treehouse turned into a show and tell of fucking. You we’re currently bent over for Bucky as he fucked you from behind while you’re holding on to the trunk of the tree.

He was just supposed to tell you about his childhood treehouse he built, but instead dirty thoughts from him when he was teenager flooded his mind. He’s always wanted to fuck you in his tree house, but hasn’t said anything, thinking it was just some stupid teenage wish but when he saw you in your summer dress and the treehouse.

He knew he wouldn’t last and it want his fault you were just looking so damn good.

“Fuck.” He groaned as clenched down on him once more. The wet noises from your pussy was heard if you were quiet enough. As much as you were ashamed of yourself for fucking your boyfriend when meeting his PARENTS for the first time, you couldn’t help but not think of it when his cock entered you.

Whines and moans fell from your mouth as he reaches deeper. He leaned down to your ear and kissed your neck. “You gonna cum?” His balls slapped against your clit as his speed increased.

This was just supposed to be a little quickie to relieve stress but you’ve both been at it for like 20 minutes now. “P-pl-lease.” You couldn’t even form a sentence because of the way he was fucking you. “You wanna cum? Yeah?” His hand reached down and your clit and rubbed it slowly.

“Come on, beg me doll.” You didn’t hear him because all you could here was your moans and skin clapping. He slapped your clit making a wet nose slap noise know. “Ah!” You jerked back, making his cock hit you g-spot.

He covered you’re mouth with his hand before biting down on your ear making you release a muffled scream. “Answer me, or I’ll stop right now!” That was the last thing you wanted him to do. “Y-yes please. L-let me c-cum!” He hummed in satisfaction as he hand speed increased.

The head of his cock rammed you g-stop furiously not giving you anytime to finishes a moan. One after the other, tumbled out was he whispered in your ear. “Come on, come undone for me.” Your stomach tighten and you’d let like you couldn’t hold it anymore. “C-cumming!”

The tightness in your stomach snapped as white appeared in your vision. You could feel yourself shaking as Bucky held into you tightly, making sure to don’t fall. “That’s it cum on my cock like the whore you are.” He grunted and thrusted one last time before releasing.

Liquid shot deep inside you as Bucky let out a moan of his own. “Damn, doll.” He slowly thrusted inside of, making sure it didn’t come out. He’s always had a thought of impregnating you at his parents house, but that’s for another time.

“You did so good.” He kisses the you forehead before bending down and pulling your panties up and tucked himself back in his pants. “Let’s go up and see that treehouse.” You attempted to climb that ladder but almost fell because of your jelly legs.

“Try not to fall.” He teased before holding your sides and helping you up the ladder.

Let’s just say after you ‘checked out the treehouse’ family members wondered why it took y’all so long and you stood there blushing.

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Would Things Be Easier If There Was A Right Way

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: they argue so everyone's a lil sad for a bit but it's okay

Genre: It couldn't be ALL fluff in this series now could it? (it could but where's the fun in that) have some angst fluffy ending though because I'm soft for Dilf Bucky

Summary: It's not always smooth sailing with your boyfriend, sometimes you get into disagreements even when you're on the same side

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As you walk quickly down the street to your local cafe you tug your jacket a little closer to your body. It's not yet so cold that walking is unbearable but when the wind picks up you're reminded that winter is getting closer. It's a professional day for the county so although it's a Wednesday, the kids are out of school today. You've been using the day to catch up on putting in grades and decided it was time for a break. That's what brings you to the line at your favorite place to get coffee. You order a warm drink and a pastry, finding a seat near the window to enjoy your little snack. You watch idly from your spot as people walk by the giant window, all of them rushing to get out of the windy weather and to their destinations. You frown to yourself when you notice a little girl that looks to be by herself across the street from your cafe. You glance around curiously, instinct causing you to worry when you don't see any adult who seems to be particularly watching after the child. Your mild concern turns to full on worry when you catch a glimpse of the child's face that makes you gasp. That little girl looks an awful lot like Lily. When she turns again you realize it is Lily and you're out of your seat without a second thought. You cross the street as quickly as you can and call out to her.

"Lily!" Her head snaps to you and she meets you with a smile as you walk over to her.

"Oh hi, y/n. Boy am I glad to see you." She says with a huff.

"What on earth are you doing here Lily?" You frown, crouching beside her.

"Well I was supposed to go to the library with daddy today but when I woke up he was gone and I tried to wait, I even called him, but after a while, I figured I would just go without him because I thought he forgot about me."

"Are you telling me you tried to go to the library by yourself? How did you plan to do that?" You blink at her.

"Well I've been enough times I thought it'd be easy, but I'm pretty sure I took the wrong bus." She frowns.

"You got on a public bus alone?!"

"Well I can't drive. How else was I supposed to get there?" She shrugs.

"You were supposed to wait for an adult to take you. You don't even have a bus pass."

"I don't but I have an allowance and the bus takes coins."

"Lily sweetie you are entirely too young to be galavanting around the city without an adult. You should know better."

"Matilda was going to the library at like five. I'm twice that." She pouts.

"Matilda is a fictional character in a movie made before you were born, the fact that her family just let her wander around is not something you should be envious of little flower. It was bad." You frown. You let out a sigh and shake your head, "I'm going to call your dad and we'll see about getting you home." You tell her pulling out your phone. You dial Bucky's number quickly and sigh again when it goes to voicemail. "Well daddy didn't answer so we're going to go back to my apartment and wait for him to call back." You tell her. Lily grabs your hand and the two of you make the short trek back to your apartment. You set her up with a bowl of goldfish and some cartoons while you wait for Bucky to call you back. You're kind of in disbelief that she hopped on a bus by herself and somehow ended up in your neighborhood safely. It's almost an hour later when your phone rings.

"Hey y/n, you called me?" Bucky says when you pick up the phone.

"I did! Are you home?" You ask.

"Just walking to the door now how did you know?"

"Well I just wanted to let you kn-"

"Wait a second why is my door open?" He mutters.

"Oh I thi-"

"Hang on doll, I left Lily to take care of something and the door was open when I got back." Bucky says quietly. You can hear him calling out for Lily as he walks through the house, each unanswered call making the next a bit more frantic.

"Bucky?" You call him after a few minutes.

"Sorry y/n I just- Lily is missing. She's not here and I-"

"James she's not missing. She's with me. That's why I called you." You finally manage to tell him.

"What is she doing with you?"

"Well the story goes she got impatient waiting for you so she tried to take herself to the library and took the wrong bus. I was out and happened to see her across the street so brought her to my apartment." You explain.

"She got on a bus? By herself?!" Bucky's voice gets a bit louder when he asks that.

"I'm as surprised as you are. Did you want me to bring her to you or are you going to come get her?"

"I'll come there. Give me like 20 minutes." Bucky says.

"Alright, just text or call when you get here." You tell him. He hums an affirmative before hanging up. "Lily, that was your dad, he's on his way to pick you up." You tell her.

"Am I in trouble?" Lily asks quietly.

"Well, I can't say for sure but probably. You left without an adult and didn't tell your dad or any of your guardians- you really worried him." You tell her.

"I just wanted to go to the library." She pouts.

"The library isn't going anywhere. I'm sure your father will never let you out of his sight again but he can still take you. Maybe just, not today." You offer kindly. A little over twenty minutes later you get a text from Bucky saying he's downstairs. You take Lily down to where Bucky is standing, leaning against his car. He scoops Lily into his arms quickly, hugging her tightly before pulling back to look at her.

"Don't you ever do something like this again Lily do you understand me?" He says sternly. Bucky tugs open the door of the car and starts to buckle her into her booster seat.

"I just wanted to go to the library daddy." Lily pouts at him.

"You know better than to leave the house without me or one of your uncles. What were you thinking?"

"I've ridden the bus before!"

"Not alone! Look we will talk about this when we get home." Bucky sighs standing up and closing the door to the car. "This girl will be the death of me." Bucky shakes his head.

"She's a curious one for sure." You muse.

"I can't believe you didn't get in touch with me when you realized she was wandering by herself. A text or something, this was an emergency."

"An emergency? That's an exaggeration I think. Besides, I called you and you didn't answer remember? I didn't think it was necessary to blow up your phone because she was sitting on my couch eating goldfish and therefore she was safe. It's not like she was in any danger."

 "It isn't for you to decide what's an emergency. You aren't her mother. Lily's safety is my responsibility." Bucky snaps. Your eyes widen momentarily before your face sets into a frown.

"Yeah I- I know I'm not her mother, I'm not trying to be but I've also known her for over a year and was her teacher so I thought that since you weren't reachable I would be considered a responsible adult who can be trusted with Lily's safety. I guess won't make that back mistake again." You cross your arms, confused as to why he lashed out at you. Your words hang in the air for a moment before Bucky lets out a sigh.

"Y/n-" Bucky reaches for you but you step back away from his reach.

"I have to, finish putting in grades so I'm going to go back up to my apartment. I'm just glad nothing happened to your daughter before I found her." You say. You turn around and walk back towards your apartment before Bucky can say anything. You almost want to look back at him as you walk away but you will yourself not to, sure you'll lose your resolve if you do. You almost think maybe it's a bit much for you to be upset about this, you want to be understanding, but you can't help taking his response personally. Back in your apartment, you try to focus your attention on work. Everything takes you much longer than usual but you do manage to get it done eventually, even with Bucky's scathing words ringing in the back of your mind. 

~

When the bell rings, you glance at the clock with surprise.

"Alright kids everyone grab your bookbags. Make sure your homework is written down, I'll see you all tomorrow!" You say and your kids are quick to pack up. You set yourself up at your desk to do some work while the kids trickle out to meet their parents and get on their buses. A knock on your doorframe causes you to look up from your computer.

"James." Surprise is clear in your tone as you pull your glasses off of your face.

"Hi, hope I'm not interrupting." He says quietly as he walks in with one arm behind his back.

"Not particularly, the school day is over. What are you doing here?" You stand from your desk to meet him halfway.

"Apologizing." Bucky's arm comes out from behind him, a bouquet of flowers in hand. "I was, way out of line last week. I was really stressed over the fact that Lily had done something so risky and I took it out on you which I shouldn't have done and I'm sorry."

"It's alright James." You say, taking the flowers from him.

"It's not alright. I hurt you, I saw that the minute I said it and I never want to do that to you. If it weren't for you we'd probably be having a very different conversation about Lily that day. I didn't even thank you, I was busy drawing lines in the sand because of my own fears-" Bucky trails off with a strange look.

"Fears?" You prompt curiously.

"Lily adores you. Truthfully it worries me sometimes. I mean of course I want her to get along with the person I'm seeing but, you're also the first person I've dated since she came home. I- I worry that if things go south, if I screw this up, Lily's going to get hurt in the crossfire." He frowns.

"Neither of us can predict the future, but I can say that if you let your insecurities rule your life that way you won't be able to enjoy things even if they do last." You offer, "and don't assume you're going to screw things up. I really like you Bucky, and I understand this is new to you but building trust has to start somewhere."

"I know- you're right and I do trust you, this is just- all very new to me and it's intimidating. How much I care about you, how much Lily cares too."

"And we'll figure it out, but we'll do it together." You say placing a hand on his arm comfortingly.

"You are so much more than anything I could've expected." Bucky whispers.

"Don't say that like you don't deserve me." You warn him. Bucky chuckles.

"How did you- maybe you know me more than I thought." He hums.

"I'm learning." You smile and Bucky laughs again.

"Lily's in the car so I have to go, but I'll call you. Okay?" Bucky says.

"Okay. That's fine. Go be a dad." You joke. Bucky laughs as he leaves your classroom. You know relationships aren't always easy but if this is how you and Bucky resolve arguments you honestly think things will be just fine. Even though he's worried for nothing.

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good boy | b. barnes

pairing : sub!bucky x dom!reader

warnings : smut! 18+ only. sub bucky <3 he breaks r’s rule, edging, teasing, mommy kink, p in v , butt plug ( m! ) , buck turns dom at the end <3 oral ( m! )

word count : 1.7k

author’s note : hiii repost! here’s that sub bucky for you also please ignore how many spaces there are after the read more 😭 dumblr keeps copying and erasing my paragraphs

“princess, please..” bucky’s arms were tied to the bedpost above him, his feet painted flat against the bed and his cock twitching against his stomach. a silent buzz came from the vibrating the cock ring you put on him snuggled at the base of his shaft.

your hand trailed up the inside of his thigh, the layer is sweat under your finger tips from the copious amounts of edging you had done to him for a few hours.

“mm.. i dunno bubba.. you didn’t listen to me. touched yourself without my permission.” your voice was soft, slow and consoling as his cock twitched again, pre-cum leaking from the red tip of his cock and onto his stomach.

“mm.. i dunno bubba.. you didn’t listen to me. touched yourself without my permission.” your voice was soft, slow and consoling as his cock twitched again, pre-cum leaking from the red tip of his cock and onto his stomach.

the pain throbbing through his cock was something he hadn’t felt in a while. mostly because he hadn’t broken your rules in quiet some time. but this time he couldn’t help it. you were at work, leaving way before he was awake. his morning wood had his head clouded with lust and need, and he just couldn’t help himself.

he grabbed a pair of your panties you changed out of, wrapping them around his cock and using the slick on the fabric to get himself off, tweaking his nipple just right as he thought about your cunt clenching around him instead of your panties.

the sound in the room was quiet except for the occasional whine leaving bucky’s puffy pink lips. you pushed his legs further apart and settling in between them, on your tummy with your breasts pressing against the soft sheets.

you gripped his cock gently, a small moan coming from bucky. he was so sensitive at this point that anything you did to him he was afraid he would cum and he didn’t want to make you made. but his cock was throbbing in your hand, the mushroom tip red and leaking pre-cum that you knew the second your tongue touched his cock he would be begging to cum.

and you liked listening to him beg.

you inched forward just a bit, your breath hitting the underside of his shaft which made him twitch in your hand. your tongue stuck out as you kitten licked the prominent vein on his cock, making sounds come from him.

“princess fuck.. gonna cum if you do that.” you could only laugh at him, seeing how desperate he was just to bust a load.

“you better not.” were the only things you said until your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, sucking the salty pre-cum from the slit and practically moaning as you tasted him on your tongue. there was just something so addicting to the way he tasted that you took him further, flattening your tongue against the underside of his shaft as you felt his thick cock throb in your mouth.

“baby.. shit.. feels so good.. love your mouth on my cock..” he restrained himself from fucking up into your mouth as he knew you’d stop sucking his cock if he did. as a reward, your hands went to fondle his smooth balls in your hand, rolling them around in your palm. he moaned softly as you played with them before you took your mouth off his cock and licked down, taking one of his balls in your mouth and sucked on it.

“f-fuck!” you smiled as you sucked hard on his balls, stroking his cock with your hand from the spit that was left when you sucked him off. his thick and heavy cock throbbed in your hand as you stroked him, your thumb over his slit.

you adored how you could get him to just mold into this perfect little sub under your touch, not cumming because he knew he would get in trouble if he did.

and you knew he wanted to listen to you, he only want to make you happy.

“p-please baby, can i cum..? wont do it again.. need to cum..” you hummed with his balls in your mouth as you popped off with a lewd pop, licking your lips and stroking his cock slowly, shaking your head.

you reached over to the small pile of toys on the bed and grabbed a silver butt plug, one that bucky had chosen shyly when the two of you went toy shopping a few weeks ago. you grabbed the bottle of lube and bucky shifted because he knew what was about to happen, it was one of his favorite things.

“such a good boy, not even having mommy tell you what to do, hm?” bucky bit his lip and nodded, a shuddered breath as you teased his hole with the silver and cold butt plug, a small hiss from his lips as you pushed it in, letting him adjust. the further you pushed it in, the louder he moaned and it only made more slick collect on the inside of your thighs until you had it bottomed out in his asshole.

“feels so good mommy.. thank you..” you kissed his inner thigh as you sat on your knees, kissing his kneecap.

“the only place you’ll cum is in my pussy, understand?” his eyes lit up as he nodded, biting his lip and a dark blush rose on his cheeks as you leaned up and straddled his waist, his thighs flattening on the bed. you grabbed ahold of his cock and lined it up with your entrance, teasing the tip of his cock with your hole.

“gonna be a good boy and let mommy ride you?” you sank down just enough for the tip of his cock to enter you, a moan coming from him as he nodded when he looked down at your cunt taking his cock

“y-yes mommy.. anything for you.” you leaned over and caressed the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip as he opened his mouth. you pushed your thumb past his lips and he took it in happily, sucking on your thumb as you sank all the way down on his cock.

“my good boy.” he moaned softly around your thumb in response as you rolled your hips, throwing your head back in pleasure as you felt his cock fill you to the brim. you always felt full when bucky’s cock was in you, something about the way he filled every single crevice in your cunt deliciously and made sure you weren’t without, made you feel whole.

as you ground your hips on bucky, you could feel his cock twitch, the wetness and warmth from your cunt being too much for him to handle and he just wanted to fill you to the brim until you were leaking out. but he held out, as you rode his cock slowly feeling the butt plug press against his g-spot.

you took your thumb from his mouth and settled your hands on his chest as you moved your hips up and down at a steady pace, his feet flattened against the mattress as his legs were bent at the knee for more leverage.

“love your pussy mommy, feels ‘s good ‘round my cock.” bucky was turning into a blubbering mess between the vibration from the cock ring and the butt plug shoved in his ass. it was overstimulation that you knew he could take. he was a beefy man, 6’4 with taut muscles all over his body. but he knew the second you were gonna cum, he would fall apart into the sheets.

as you rode his cock, your nails dug into his chest, watching his jaw fall slack when you picked up the pace. your clit met his skin making you moan out, your hand going to play with your clit to push you over the edge. as much as you loved teasing and edging bucky, you needed this release as much as he did.

the moans bucky had made as soon as he saw you play with yourself while riding his cock were sinful. they got louder, lower and gruff, turning you on even more.

“i’m so close baby boy. want mommy to cum on your cock, hm?” he could only nod, but that wasn’t enough for you.

you went to smack his cheek lightly, making him blush and let out a moan as the pain turned to pleasure.

“yes mommy, please, cum on my cock, want you to make a mess on me. i need it so bad.” you hummed in response, leaning your forehead down on his shoulder as his head leaned on yours, moaning in each other’s ears.

he felt you clench around his cock once, twice, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger until you felt his hips thrust up into you. normally you’d scold him, but this time the tip of his cock was hitting a sweet spot you needed and you couldn’t have the heart to tell him no when it felt so good.

“right there baby, fucking mommy’s cunt so good. such a good boy, don’t stop..” you moaned against his skin as your fingers circles your clot, teeth grazing his collarbone until he hit a specific spot at the brutal pace he was going that made your teeth sink into his skin and cum around his cock.

“shit mommy, fuck.. squeezing my cock ‘s good.. gonna cum.. fuck i’m gonna cum..” bucky panted softly in your ear as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, cumming right after you. hot white ropes of cum filled your cunt, spilling over and down his shaft, his balls and ruined the bed sheets.

he continued to fuck up into you to ride out your guys’ high, soft moans from the two of you as you felt the orgasm wash over your body. you sat up slowly and kissed him passionately, his arms tugging on the restraints to touch you. you leaned over and untied him, his mouth kissing your nipple on your breast softly and you chuckled gently.

“trying to start something else, barnes?” he smiled with your tit in his mouth, sucking hard and letting off with a lewd pop.

“only if i can be in charge this time.” he slipped his cock out of you quickly before turning you over, hovering over your body. you wrapped your legs around his waist, smacking his ass before giggling.

“gonna keep that butt plug in, barnes?” he shrugged, kissing your neck as his already hard again cock rubbed against your clit.

“why not? makes my orgasms much better.”

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 （𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 “𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘”）

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Bucky makes good on his promise to show your shitty ex-boyfriend exactly how it's done.

・❥・ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  ・❥・ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Sebastian Stan, Marvel Cinematic Universe  ・❥・ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ┄ Language, cheating exes, a little bit of fluff if you squint really hard, smut (protected sex, pretty much just pwp, does this count as phone sex? lol) — minors, do not interact  ・❥・ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ┄ 1,242 ・❥・ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ┄ Oh, don't mind me! I'm just neglecting all my other WIPs to write this quick little follow-up to my other story Fairplay, which you should probably read before this one! Follow @vivianandherlily-library and turn on post notifications so you never miss an update.

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“I don’t think he can hear you, honey,” Bucky urges as he moves on top of you. He’s got you practically folded in half, your knees at either side of your head, your body limp and pliant after trying to keep up with a super soldier’s stamina. “A little louder, alright? Can you do that for me?” 

“Oh fuck, Bucky!” You cry out, your cell phone sliding around on the sheets with each one of his powerful thrusts. He can’t help but smirk, feeling your walls squeeze him for the nth time tonight. He’s decided to give your poor sweet asshole a little break, rolling on a condom and sinking back into your pretty cunt. 

“That’s it, tell him. Tell him who’s giving it to you so good, hm?” Bucky plants a sloppy kiss to the corner of your open mouth as you pant, eyes closed in bliss as his large body keeps you pinned to the mattress as he plows into you. The noises you make are driving him crazy, somewhere between a whimper and a moan each time he drops his hips onto you, allowing his weight to drive his cock further into your pussy. 

“Don’t stop!” You sob, holding onto his shoulders, tears trailing down your temples and disappearing into your hair. “Please, don’t stop!” 

“Shit, baby, not for anything in the world.” He promises, cock twitching with his impending release. You look so wild, so uninhibited, and so damn alluring writhing in pleasure underneath him. You’ve awakened something primal and urgent inside Bucky, igniting a deep hunger in his gut that only you can satiate. 

He had intended for your first time together, if you ever decided to give him a chance, to be nice. And then he wasn’t even going to suggest anal for at least six months. He was doing everything out of order. A sweet girl like you (by day, anyway) should be wined and dined first before getting her pretty brains fucked out. 

That was his initial plan. Of course, he was going to wait a little bit after your breakup with Josh to ask you out, because he didn’t want you to think he was just trying to catch you on the rebound or something. He didn’t want to be that guy, not to you. 

He wanted you to know how much he likes you. He’s been crushing on you for a long time now. And then Natasha decided to throw you that party, convincing you to show up in a dress so sexy you might as well have walked straight out of Bucky’s filthiest wet dreams, all giggly and sweet while sipping bubbly champagne. 

He couldn’t resist, not when you looked up at him like that over the rim of your cocktail glass. Your eyes grew heated when he joked that you should “revenge bang the entire upper east side”. It prompted him to make another joke, grateful that he had taken a few swigs of that “special brew” Thor brought from his planet before walking up to you, that he would gladly volunteer because that’s what good friends do. Except he wasn’t entirely joking. 

The next thing he knew, you were in his room, kissing him hungrily and taking his hands to place them on your waist. When he didn't move them, tried to remain a gentleman for at least a little longer, you guided them up your torso and over your breasts, giggling and said, “God, you’re  gorgeous.” 

Him, gorgeous? Really! Bucky couldn’t help but grin, wanting to say the words back to you except you reached forward and palmed him through his trousers. Suddenly, he couldn’t even remember how to speak. Any semblance of self restraint he still possessed up to that point went right out the window when you leaned in close and whispered, “You know, Sarge, I think about you all the time.” 

Just like that, he had no more thoughts of waiting another few weeks to do this. No more concerns about taking it slow as you pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. No more hesitation when you took off your dress and ran your hands up and down his chest, asking if he liked what he saw. 

And then things got even more out of hand when that jackass Josh called. Bucky never liked that idiot, hated him for what he did to you, for what he no doubt made you feel after he cheated on you, enough that Bucky suggested something he never thought he would. 

“Can’t hear you, Josh.” Bucky grunts with each forceful punch of his hips, lying through his teeth, ignoring the litany of muffled curse words coming from the speakers of your phone. “I’ve got a pretty girl’s legs wrapped around my head. I bet you hear everything though. That is the sound of a satisfied woman—”

A point emphasized by your chanting: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” 

“—And you are a colossal fucking dumbass who didn’t know how good he had it. Shit, what were you thinking? She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes. Not that you’d know though, right?” He sneers, feeling a surge of arrogant pride at the way you keep begging for more, even though he’s already pumped both your holes so damn full. “Bet you’ve never heard her like this, have you?” 

“Oh my god, please. Bucky, you feel so fucking good, baby. You’re so fucking deep. Ahh, you’re gonna make me come—!” 

“Fuck yes,” Bucky growls, maintaining his harsh pace. “Come for me, honey, I wanna feel it.”

“G-Gonna come so hard!” 

“Go on, give it to me. I need it, Y/N.” He feels your walls fluttering around him, your breasts pressing against his chest when your back arches. Bucky lets out a loud groan, his forehead falling against your shoulder as your pussy milks his own orgasm out of him. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Shit, I can’t get enough of you.” 

You slump back against the bed with a gasp, your legs still shaking on his shoulders as Bucky keeps himself locked in your intimate embrace, buried balls deep inside you as he fills the condom with his release, trembling in the wake of your satiated passion. 

Josh’s voice still comes from your neglected phone, still swearing at the both of you in the background, calling you every colorful name in the book. You ignore it, instead cupping Bucky’s jaw and lifting his head so his eyes meet yours. You smile dreamily up at him, a gesture he returns with affection. 

He picks up your phone, allowing your legs to fall from his shoulders, his free hand massaging one of your thighs. “Gonna hang up now, Josh. As you can tell, we’re a little busy. She’s got several months of missed orgasms to catch up on, after all.” 

Your eyes go wide as he taps the red “end call” button, cutting off Josh’s responding rant, and tosses the phone back onto the bed. Bucky pulls out of you, leaning back on his haunches to remove the spent condom and throw it in a nearby trash bin. 

“Bucky, you can’t be serious? It’s almost four in the morning!” You gasp when he reaches over to the bedside table for another little square foil packet. 

“Don’t look at me like that, honey,” he leans down and kisses you firmly. “You’re the one who asked me not to stop, remember?” 

And then— 

Heehee. I'm such a rascal 🤭

Thanks for dropping by. Reblogs/comments would be greatly appreciated! ❤ ~Vivian Lily

[ilikedilfs6969]

Hey, I know you probably get asked for recs all the time but do you know any canon!bucky x reader/oc that has plenty of smut but also PINING. Lots of pining and feels. Bonus points if the reader/oc is plus sized or has self esteem issues...

I got my first fic rec request🥺💕

Show You by @assembletheimagines

Bucky decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are

Pining by @starkdanverss

Wanda has had enough of the pining between you and Bucky, and when she accidently reads your thoughts while you're imagining him... You know... She decides to end everyone's suffering and do something about it.

fly me to the moon by @khimili

Bucky loves to flirt with you, and most of the time it just leaves you flustered and confused. Because you like him, a lot, and he’s infuriatingly handsome. He's quite a ladies' man and it shows. He knows exactly what to say and where to touch you to sweep you off your feet. But maybe there’s more to it.

Not You by @theonewiththefanfics

Bucky has loved the Reader for three years. She has loved him for two. Both are dumbasses, and Sam is fed up.

Sparks by @agirlwhoisaphantom

After being best friends with Bucky for years. Something unexpectedly happens where is finally realizes he has feelings for you.

what’s it like by @duuhrayliegh

Play Pretend II by @wkemeup

In the aftermath of Munich, Bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. But now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can.

I hope these are the ones you were looking for🥺

Also I just learned how to open my asks so please feel free to request or ask anything xx