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[sunday-bug]

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What’s Cookin, Good Lookin?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, playful banter

Synopsis: You and Bucky enjoy a cooking class together.

A/N: based on this fun request from @buchananbelova - thank you, I had so much fun writing this and actually had to research a lot haha ; divider from @saradika-graphics

Bucky shrugs as he presses the tickets into your hand. "I just thought it would be a fun date idea."

You look down at the two vouchers to Sur La Table for a couples cooking class and smile.

"It is a fun date idea," you assure him. "I've never taken a cooking class."

Bucky shakes his head with a playful smile. "Could have fooled me. Your cooking is delicious, baby."

"You're not too bad yourself, Barnes. Those spring rolls you made for Tony's party last month are still on my mind. They make my mouth water just thinking about them."

"Spring rolls are to your taste buds as your pu-", he starts, but you cut him off with a friendly jab to the ribs.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you're insatiable!" You exclaim through a giggle.

He blushes and shrugs. "It's my favorite thing to eat."

"You're hopeless," you tease as you lean into him and let him envelope you in a hug.

"Hopeless for you. So, all of the food options are pretty fancy. We're going to a 'Summer French Bistro' class. Hope that sounds okay."

"It sounds great, honey. I'm excited!"

"Good. Now… can a man eat?" He says with a devilish grin as a he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You giggle and scream playfully as he carries you to the bedroom.

Bucky ties your apron in a bow behind your back and kisses your cheek. "You ready, Chef?"

"I am! It smells good in here already," you say as you eye Bucky in his black apron and try not to drool on the stainless steel countertop. He never wears one at home, usually opting to cook shirtless or in a t-shirt if he's frying something. Now you're thinking about him in nothing but an apron. Oops.

"You nervous? You zoned out there for a second," he says quietly, lacing his fingers through yours.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm just ready to get started." You squeeze his hand gently.

After a few minutes making small talk with the other couples, the cooking instructor waltzes in wearing a white coat and a toque. You hear Bucky snicker softly and whisper to you, "So official."

"Good evening, folks. I'm Chef Celine. Let's make a delicious meal!"

She gets right down to business and showcases how to mix and roll out the dough for the tomato and goat cheese tart. You put your back into rolling the dough before Bucky chuckles and takes over, rolling it out with ease and a sly wink your way.

"Unfair advantage," you whisper under your breath and he smiles.

As you put your tart in the oven, Chef Celine starts sharpening her knives with determination. "Next up we are going to prepare our green bean and tomato salad. Remember to practice knife safety. I'll come around to each station if you have questions." She demonstrates how to cut the vegetables before making her rounds.

You pick up the knife and start cutting the green beans, doing your best to follow her technique. "That's good, baby, but maybe try it like this," Bucky suggests, gently moving your hand into a more comfortable position on the knife's handle.

"You can try," you say softly. "I'll start on the vinaigrette." He smiles softly and takes the knife from you before expertly chopping the veggies. Has he always been this skilled with a kitchen knife? Maybe his training with actual knives (you know, the stabbing kind) translates well to a more domestic setting.

"Beautiful knife work," Chef Celine compliments him as she walks past your station.

"You should see the other guy!" You joke. Bucky chuckles, but Celine looks at you with a furrowed brow. "Nevermind." You turn your attention back to the vinaigrette and keep your head down.

"It was funny," Bucky whispers so only you can hear. "She's a little uptight."

You nod and take a quick sip of the champagne meant for the salad dressing.

"Everyone is looking great!" Celine says, taking her spot back at the head table. "Let's heat up our skillets now and get to work on the chicken." You watch her work, doing your best to memorize how she cuts the lemons and herbs and seasons the chicken thighs just so.

Bucky hovers his right hand over the skillet to feel for the right temperature before dropping the chicken into it with a sizzle. He hums calmly and you lean back against the countertop just taking him in. He's relaxed - in his element. You know he enjoys cooking, but seeing him so peaceful is such a gift.

While he tends to the chicken, you start whipping egg whites for your dessert: a raspberry lemon soufflé. He lets the chicken roast in the pan and starts whipping his own eggs for his soufflé. You do your best not to drool at the way the tendons and muscles in his forearm shift and flex as he works.

"You're staring, love," he says with a smirk. You blush, caught red-handed.

"I guess I've taken advantage of how skilled you are in the kitchen," you mutter, biting your lip. "You're like a natural."

"I had to learn how to cook for myself a lot over the years, especially in Bucharest. Produce was cheap, so cooking from scratch was my only option," he explains as he pours his soufflé mixture into the ramekin. "It's a bit meditative for me."

"I feel silly for never noticing," you admit, pouring your mixture into your ramekin and placing it next to his on the baking sheet.

"Don't," he says sweetly, brushing his fingers up your bare arm. "I love watching you enjoy what I cook. Especially when you moan a little when it tastes extra good."

You snort out a laugh and shake your head. "You are such a man!"

"Your man," he clarifies, flipping the perfectly browned chicken thighs in the skillet.

"Okay, you should all be getting ready to plate your meals and pop your soufflés in the oven!" Celine announces to the class.

Bucky checks the chicken once more and nods, satisfied, before plating it for both of you. You add the tart and salad and smile, looking down at the gorgeous, colorful meal in front of you.

"Smells amazing," he says.

"Okay, folks, if you'd like to enjoy your dinner on the outdoor patio, feel free," Celine says as she gestures to the back door. "Remember your dessert will be ready 25 minutes after you placed it in the oven."

Bucky takes your plates in both hands and leads you to the patio, picking an open table in the corner under a shade tree. The twinkling patio lights are on and there's light music playing. It's nice and romantic. He sets the plates down and pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. A waiter comes around with white wine and you both gladly accept a glass, clinking them together before taking sips.

"Thank you for this, Buck," you say as you take a bite of the salad.

"Of course, babe. It's nice to switch up date night sometimes. Not that I don't love a late movie and shoving popcorn in my mouth!"

You giggle and test out the veggie tart. "Mmm, that's so good."

He tries it and agrees as you cut into your chicken. It's perfectly cooked and juicy, and you swear your mouth waters as you spear into it with your fork. You both take a bite at the same time. His eyes roll back and you let out an R-rate "mmm". Bucky's eyes fly open and he laughs, swallowing his bite. "That good, huh?"

You realize your slip and hide your face behind your cloth napkin. "It's so good, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't be sorry," he says with a wink. "It's nothing I haven't heard from you before."

You gasp and throw your napkin at his face playfully. "You're the worst!"

"And you love me for it," he adds.

You both continue to enjoy the amazing meal minus any moaning. Before long both of your plates are clean and your bellies full. Bucky looks down at his watch. "Dessert is almost done! Wanna go check it out?"

You nod and let him lead you back to the industrial kitchen. The sweet smell of vanilla, raspberry, and lemon fills the air. The oven timer shows less than one minute left. As it beeps, Bucky slowly removes the soufflés from the oven to reveal his perfectly risen and baked while yours is… deflated and sad.

"What the hell?" You ask. "I followed those directions to a T! Why is mine flatter than a flyover state?!"

Bucky smirks and looks at you. "You sure you didn't miss a step while you were staring at my arms?"

You whip him with the oven mitt and scoff. "You're sharing yours with me. I'm calling it emotional distress or whatever happens to my heart and body when I watch you cook. It's not fair!"

"I'll always share my dessert with you, baby," he says sweetly as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. "Especially when you're suffering from emotional turmoil caused by my arms.”

"You're lucky I love you," you huff.

"You bet I am."

The End.

[sunday-bug]

“The pit of Bucky’s stomach grew warm as he watched you take charge.”

Bucky watching her give direction like:

Biting where she bit from her grilled cheese? Intimate as fuck and no one is touching. TALENT.

“Then you know how I feel about your hair slicked back.”

His heartbeat confession is so vulnerable and romantic as fuckkkkkkk

I love how you capture little intricacies and sweet moments/thoughts from each character. Slowing down to read your fics is such a treat because they hold a lot of precious gems. 💗💗💗

Tech gone wrong.

Summary: A mission going wrong leads to you getting minorly injured. You and Bucky both stay in a safe house together, and when the thought of looming feelings comes to the forefront, do you both finally admit how you feel?

“You’ll have to watch out for Barnes. He’s a bit rusty. He isn’t as sharp as he once was,” Walker teased as he adjusted his watch with coordinates, knowing Bucky was within earshot.

Bucky subtly flipped him off behind you, the two super soldiers had a weird dynamic, a love-hate but it worked for them, it was brotherly but not over abundantly so.

“Bucky? Yeah, he can definitely handle his own, he doesn’t need me to babysit him” You attached your tactile belt, thumbing over your weapons once more, as the quinjet shifted into landing position. John lost balance momentarily grabbing on to the wall beside him, earning a giggle from Yelena and Ava who stood behind you.

Bucky never knew if you were just being kind, and a team player or if you were being flirty, and he was too skeptical to make a move. He stood close beside you now, the two of you were always teamed up on missions.

“Thanks” he mumbled and you nodded with a reassuring smile.

“Yelena, you and Ava are taking the upstairs tech room, and Bucky and I will make sure the technology downstairs isn’t compromised. I’ll download the files onto the flash drive and Bucky and John will make sure the coast is clear in the building.” You didn’t even blink as you barked orders, the pit of Buckys stomach grew warm as he watched you take charge.

Alexei and Bob knew their roles and nodded as they waited outside the building, making sure nobody came in or out.

Ava and Yelena were quickly upstairs and out of your sight in a moment, both Bucky and John were your shadows, as you quietly made your way down the eerie hallway of the tech building.

“Something doesn’t feel right here” Bucky whispered, motioning to the cameras above you three. They had been previously disconnected by Yelena but the lights were still blinking. John nodded, wondering too if this was a setup.

“This feels too easy” you mumbled as you entered the room you were looking for. When you flipped the light on, a loud high-pitched sound startled you nearly frozen, and the last thing you remembered was your arm burning before the sound of gunshots filled the air.

You reached for your gun with your dominant hand, your vision blurred by the tears in your eyes and the throbbing pain of your arm. You quickly felt for blood, but there wasn’t any on your hand.

“Jason? Ben? ” You groaned out loud using fake code names to confirm both John and Bucky were still in the room.

“On your left!” They yelled in unison, meaning you needed to aim right if at all. You shot two blind fires before collapsing against the cold floor, the jolt of your gun finishing off your remaining energy.

Bucky carried you back to the Quinjet, assessing you for visible wounds. You were still unconscious as the rest of the team joined you.

“Is she okay?” Yelena ran over to you, listening to your shallow breathing. Nobody answered her, unsure of how to. She immediately started to set up an IV bag with fluids as Bucky kept his eyes on you, worried as Yelena worked quickly to pump vitamins into you.

“We weren’t able to collect any data downstairs before we got ambushed. They were hidden in the ceiling” John clarified to Yelena as Bucky stared at the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Why didn’t you use the heat signature device?” Yelena questioned and Alexei turned bright red.

“I forgot to bring them” Alexei admitted earning a groan from the team.

“You’re lucky! I don’t think she’s physically injured, just shell-shocked and maybe some minor bruising. We should drop her at the safe house before going home so she can start healing right away,” Yelena turned toward Bucky. “Will you stay with her?”

“Of course, she’s my partner” Bucky tried to sound as neutral and convincing as he could as Yelena bit back a smile.

When you opened your eyes you immediately recognized where you were, the gray brick walls were a dead giveaway. Bucky was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed.

“Bucky? Why are you on the floor?” You winced as you shifted in bed, making a sliver of room for him beside you that he quickly shook his head no over.

“I thought it would be inappropriate to sleep next to you,” he said simply, standing to get a better look at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone knocked the wind out of my sails but otherwise I’m fine” you let out a weak laugh. Your arm hurt worse than you were leading on, but you didn’t want to whine about arm pain to Bucky Barnes.

“Hungry?” Bucky could hear your stomach growling but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“I could eat!” You slowly swung your legs over the bed, standing with a slight sway.

“I got it! Just relax” he smiled and you nodded, making your way over to the bathroom instead. You knew something wasn’t right, unzipping your top and bulletproof vest to reveal the welts and bruises on your left arm. You had definitely been hit with something but your memory was foggy.

Bucky knocked on the door startling you as you gasped, almost jumping out of your skin.

“Umm yes?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He leaned against the door, “How does a grilled cheese sound? We don’t have much here but the bread and cheese are surprisingly still good.”

“That’s perfect, thank you!” You quickly put your clothes back on, hoping to conceal your noticeable bruises.

When you walked out of the bathroom you sat back on the bed and watched Bucky work his magic on the stove top. “Is everyone else okay?”

“Yeah, we just thought you needed your rest. Luckily this safe house isn’t too far from home and we can fly home tomorrow if you feel up to it.”

You nodded, “Thank you for staying with me, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, flipping your sandwich to make sure it was crispy on both sides. “You still have pajamas in the dresser if you want to change into something more comfortable.”

You nodded, remembering quickly that they were short-sleeved pajamas as Bucky brought you your sandwich on a paper plate.

“Are you going to eat?” You realized he was already cleaning up the kitchen.

“I already ate while you were sleeping” he lied, knowing there were only enough ingredients for one.

You took a bite of your grilled cheese, and it was admittedly better than anything you would’ve made for yourself. “This is so good” your eyes rolled back dramatically making Bucky stifle a giggle.

“Eye rolling good huh?” He teased and his laugh filled the room.

“I think you need to try it” you held it up in the air with your good arm as Bucky walked over to you, biting within your bite, which felt oddly intimate.

“Not my best work” he sucked a piece of melted cheese off his thumb with a smile, before handing the sandwich back to you.

“You’re too modest” you teased, finishing the rest in what felt like seconds. You winced as you felt the fabric of your clothes brushing against your arm.

Bucky noticed immediately, “Why haven’t you changed yet? What’s hiding under there?” He motioned to your arm before he crossed his own against his chest.

“I wanted to eat first” you lied, knowing you couldn’t avoid telling him forever now that you had finished. You walked into the bedroom and he followed you as you struggled to open the dresser with one hand.

“Nope, come here” he sighed as you walked over to him. He unzipped you out of your clothes and carefully peeled your jacket off of you.

“Holy shit! Y/N” he eyed your dark bruises as you stood in front of him. A look of disappointment came over his expression. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Feels kinda silly complaining to you about my arm pain. It’s just bruising Bucky.”

“What? Why would you feel silly about that?” He didn’t wait for you to answer as he searched the bathroom drawers for pain pills and arnica gel.

“Do you want me to help you into your pajamas first?” He walked back into the room, in full nurse mode now, ignoring your earlier comment.

“I just need the drawer open, please” you sighed as he walked over and opened it for you before momentarily leaving the room for you to get dressed.

When he came back into the room you sat on the bed with a pout as he sat beside you and assessed your bruises with a feather-like touch. “Take the pain pills now so you can sleep” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes as he touched your arm and carefully rubbed in the gel.

“Are you mad at me?” You mumbled, unsure of how to take his reaction. He was more serious and firm than he had been five minutes ago.

“Mad? Why would I be mad?” He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes holding emotions you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Because I didn’t tell you I was hurt, I guess” You were almost sure Bucky knew how you felt about him, and knowing that only made this situation more emotional than you intended, a single tear escaping your eye.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me,” he said matter-of-factly, only making you feel worse as you let out a shaky breath.

“What’s wrong? Did I press too hard?” Bucky stopped touching your arm, confused at the sudden river of tears that started to flow out of your face as soon as he spoke.

“I just feel like I hurt your feelings. That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. ” You sniffled, concerned more with Buckys feelings than your arm.

“No, it’s fine. I’m pretty tough, I promise.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood but you were still noticeably upset.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Bucky was speechless, the sound of your heart beating at such a quickened pace worried him. The sudden thumps he heard echoing in his eardrums brought him back to reality as he blinked and shifted his focus back to you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m okay sweetheart! We are fine” he reassured you, searching your eyes for emotions. It was then that he finally realized something about the way your heart was beating. It was the same way his did when you’d look at him too long, or compliment his beautiful eyes, or recognize his combat skills, it was comfortably familiar.

He instinctively hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back and holding you against his chest as your heart kept up the same rhythm.

“Can I say something? I don’t want you to think it’s weird” he whispered against your hair as he still held you.

“I never think anything you say is weird Bucky” you admitted.

“Your heartbeat is really loud today.”

“My heart—? You can hear that?” You pulled back nervously staring at him.

“Yeah, all the time. It’s calming, especially when we are on missions. Admittedly I heard it earlier, your heart beat accelerated in that room but I was waiting for you to admit your injuries to me.” His words ran together as he picked at his nails nervously.

You started thinking back to every instance that your heart beat would accelerate, wondering what else Bucky noticed and didn’t say.

“You knew I was hurt?” You questioned why he didn’t say anything to you earlier when you were pretending to be fine.

“Well, I checked you for blood when I carried you back to the quinjet and Yelena assessed you for deeper wounds.” He admitted, and it was then that you realized he was the only reason you left that room alive.

“Also, for the record I can’t hear your thoughts or anything, I’m not psychic. I can’t do anything supernatural besides that really and honestly, it’s mostly just with you I’m in tune with.” He wouldn’t look at you, that confession making his chest tight.

You giggled “and heal at rocket speed” you reminded him with a goofy smile.

“That too” he smiled, shifting his attention back to you the corners of his eyes wrinkling.

“Bucky, I have to say something to you now or I never will” You felt the tension in the room, hoping you were reading his expressions correctly.

Bucky smiled, his shoulders dropping “I love you too” he hummed.

“How did you know I was going to say that?” You giggled nervously, admittedly surprised he said it to you first.

“What if I lied about hearing your thoughts?” His eyes widened dramatically, letting you know he was only teasing.

“Then you know how I feel about your hair slicked back” you teased earning a loud laugh from Bucky that shook the bed.

“I do love you Buck, a whole lot” you confessed as he leaned in to kiss you, cupping your face. He kissed you like it was the air he needed to breathe.

“I love you too, and when we get home we’re going on a date” he was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Shit, I just realized I owe Walker $10 now.” You sighed, earning a confused look from Bucky in response.

“He told me I’d be the first one to confess my feelings” you laughed loudly and Bucky did too.

“Hey I would’ve got there eventually!” He snorted in self defense.

“Yeah, eventually!” You teased, kissing him once more.

A/N: Divider from @saradika-graphics . Thank you @sunday-bug for letting me pick your brain about this one!

[sunday-bug]

Me too… for food & Bucky 😜

What’s Cookin, Good Lookin?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, playful banter

Synopsis: You and Bucky enjoy a cooking class together.

A/N: based on this fun request from @buchananbelova - thank you, I had so much fun writing this and actually had to research a lot haha ; divider from @saradika-graphics

Bucky shrugs as he presses the tickets into your hand. "I just thought it would be a fun date idea."

You look down at the two vouchers to Sur La Table for a couples cooking class and smile.

"It is a fun date idea," you assure him. "I've never taken a cooking class."

Bucky shakes his head with a playful smile. "Could have fooled me. Your cooking is delicious, baby."

"You're not too bad yourself, Barnes. Those spring rolls you made for Tony's party last month are still on my mind. They make my mouth water just thinking about them."

"Spring rolls are to your taste buds as your pu-", he starts, but you cut him off with a friendly jab to the ribs.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you're insatiable!" You exclaim through a giggle.

He blushes and shrugs. "It's my favorite thing to eat."

"You're hopeless," you tease as you lean into him and let him envelope you in a hug.

"Hopeless for you. So, all of the food options are pretty fancy. We're going to a 'Summer French Bistro' class. Hope that sounds okay."

"It sounds great, honey. I'm excited!"

"Good. Now… can a man eat?" He says with a devilish grin as a he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You giggle and scream playfully as he carries you to the bedroom.

Bucky ties your apron in a bow behind your back and kisses your cheek. "You ready, Chef?"

"I am! It smells good in here already," you say as you eye Bucky in his black apron and try not to drool on the stainless steel countertop. He never wears one at home, usually opting to cook shirtless or in a t-shirt if he's frying something. Now you're thinking about him in nothing but an apron. Oops.

"You nervous? You zoned out there for a second," he says quietly, lacing his fingers through yours.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm just ready to get started." You squeeze his hand gently.

After a few minutes making small talk with the other couples, the cooking instructor waltzes in wearing a white coat and a toque. You hear Bucky snicker softly and whisper to you, "So official."

"Good evening, folks. I'm Chef Celine. Let's make a delicious meal!"

She gets right down to business and showcases how to mix and roll out the dough for the tomato and goat cheese tart. You put your back into rolling the dough before Bucky chuckles and takes over, rolling it out with ease and a sly wink your way.

"Unfair advantage," you whisper under your breath and he smiles.

As you put your tart in the oven, Chef Celine starts sharpening her knives with determination. "Next up we are going to prepare our green bean and tomato salad. Remember to practice knife safety. I'll come around to each station if you have questions." She demonstrates how to cut the vegetables before making her rounds.

You pick up the knife and start cutting the green beans, doing your best to follow her technique. "That's good, baby, but maybe try it like this," Bucky suggests, gently moving your hand into a more comfortable position on the knife's handle.

"You can try," you say softly. "I'll start on the vinaigrette." He smiles softly and takes the knife from you before expertly chopping the veggies. Has he always been this skilled with a kitchen knife? Maybe his training with actual knives (you know, the stabbing kind) translates well to a more domestic setting.

"Beautiful knife work," Chef Celine compliments him as she walks past your station.

"You should see the other guy!" You joke. Bucky chuckles, but Celine looks at you with a furrowed brow. "Nevermind." You turn your attention back to the vinaigrette and keep your head down.

"It was funny," Bucky whispers so only you can hear. "She's a little uptight."

You nod and take a quick sip of the champagne meant for the salad dressing.

"Everyone is looking great!" Celine says, taking her spot back at the head table. "Let's heat up our skillets now and get to work on the chicken." You watch her work, doing your best to memorize how she cuts the lemons and herbs and seasons the chicken thighs just so.

Bucky hovers his right hand over the skillet to feel for the right temperature before dropping the chicken into it with a sizzle. He hums calmly and you lean back against the countertop just taking him in. He's relaxed - in his element. You know he enjoys cooking, but seeing him so peaceful is such a gift.

While he tends to the chicken, you start whipping egg whites for your dessert: a raspberry lemon soufflé. He lets the chicken roast in the pan and starts whipping his own eggs for his soufflé. You do your best not to drool at the way the tendons and muscles in his forearm shift and flex as he works.

"You're staring, love," he says with a smirk. You blush, caught red-handed.

"I guess I've taken advantage of how skilled you are in the kitchen," you mutter, biting your lip. "You're like a natural."

"I had to learn how to cook for myself a lot over the years, especially in Bucharest. Produce was cheap, so cooking from scratch was my only option," he explains as he pours his soufflé mixture into the ramekin. "It's a bit meditative for me."

"I feel silly for never noticing," you admit, pouring your mixture into your ramekin and placing it next to his on the baking sheet.

"Don't," he says sweetly, brushing his fingers up your bare arm. "I love watching you enjoy what I cook. Especially when you moan a little when it tastes extra good."

You snort out a laugh and shake your head. "You are such a man!"

"Your man," he clarifies, flipping the perfectly browned chicken thighs in the skillet.

"Okay, you should all be getting ready to plate your meals and pop your soufflés in the oven!" Celine announces to the class.

Bucky checks the chicken once more and nods, satisfied, before plating it for both of you. You add the tart and salad and smile, looking down at the gorgeous, colorful meal in front of you.

"Smells amazing," he says.

"Okay, folks, if you'd like to enjoy your dinner on the outdoor patio, feel free," Celine says as she gestures to the back door. "Remember your dessert will be ready 25 minutes after you placed it in the oven."

Bucky takes your plates in both hands and leads you to the patio, picking an open table in the corner under a shade tree. The twinkling patio lights are on and there's light music playing. It's nice and romantic. He sets the plates down and pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. A waiter comes around with white wine and you both gladly accept a glass, clinking them together before taking sips.

"Thank you for this, Buck," you say as you take a bite of the salad.

"Of course, babe. It's nice to switch up date night sometimes. Not that I don't love a late movie and shoving popcorn in my mouth!"

You giggle and test out the veggie tart. "Mmm, that's so good."

He tries it and agrees as you cut into your chicken. It's perfectly cooked and juicy, and you swear your mouth waters as you spear into it with your fork. You both take a bite at the same time. His eyes roll back and you let out an R-rate "mmm". Bucky's eyes fly open and he laughs, swallowing his bite. "That good, huh?"

You realize your slip and hide your face behind your cloth napkin. "It's so good, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't be sorry," he says with a wink. "It's nothing I haven't heard from you before."

You gasp and throw your napkin at his face playfully. "You're the worst!"

"And you love me for it," he adds.

You both continue to enjoy the amazing meal minus any moaning. Before long both of your plates are clean and your bellies full. Bucky looks down at his watch. "Dessert is almost done! Wanna go check it out?"

You nod and let him lead you back to the industrial kitchen. The sweet smell of vanilla, raspberry, and lemon fills the air. The oven timer shows less than one minute left. As it beeps, Bucky slowly removes the soufflés from the oven to reveal his perfectly risen and baked while yours is… deflated and sad.

"What the hell?" You ask. "I followed those directions to a T! Why is mine flatter than a flyover state?!"

Bucky smirks and looks at you. "You sure you didn't miss a step while you were staring at my arms?"

You whip him with the oven mitt and scoff. "You're sharing yours with me. I'm calling it emotional distress or whatever happens to my heart and body when I watch you cook. It's not fair!"

"I'll always share my dessert with you, baby," he says sweetly as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. "Especially when you're suffering from emotional turmoil caused by my arms.”

"You're lucky I love you," you huff.

"You bet I am."

The End.

[sunday-bug]

🤭

I love his little remarks too! He’s so cheeky.

What’s Cookin, Good Lookin?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, playful banter

Synopsis: You and Bucky enjoy a cooking class together.

A/N: based on this fun request from @buchananbelova - thank you, I had so much fun writing this and actually had to research a lot haha ; divider from @saradika-graphics

Bucky shrugs as he presses the tickets into your hand. "I just thought it would be a fun date idea."

You look down at the two vouchers to Sur La Table for a couples cooking class and smile.

"It is a fun date idea," you assure him. "I've never taken a cooking class."

Bucky shakes his head with a playful smile. "Could have fooled me. Your cooking is delicious, baby."

"You're not too bad yourself, Barnes. Those spring rolls you made for Tony's party last month are still on my mind. They make my mouth water just thinking about them."

"Spring rolls are to your taste buds as your pu-", he starts, but you cut him off with a friendly jab to the ribs.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you're insatiable!" You exclaim through a giggle.

He blushes and shrugs. "It's my favorite thing to eat."

"You're hopeless," you tease as you lean into him and let him envelope you in a hug.

"Hopeless for you. So, all of the food options are pretty fancy. We're going to a 'Summer French Bistro' class. Hope that sounds okay."

"It sounds great, honey. I'm excited!"

"Good. Now… can a man eat?" He says with a devilish grin as a he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You giggle and scream playfully as he carries you to the bedroom.

Bucky ties your apron in a bow behind your back and kisses your cheek. "You ready, Chef?"

"I am! It smells good in here already," you say as you eye Bucky in his black apron and try not to drool on the stainless steel countertop. He never wears one at home, usually opting to cook shirtless or in a t-shirt if he's frying something. Now you're thinking about him in nothing but an apron. Oops.

"You nervous? You zoned out there for a second," he says quietly, lacing his fingers through yours.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm just ready to get started." You squeeze his hand gently.

After a few minutes making small talk with the other couples, the cooking instructor waltzes in wearing a white coat and a toque. You hear Bucky snicker softly and whisper to you, "So official."

"Good evening, folks. I'm Chef Celine. Let's make a delicious meal!"

She gets right down to business and showcases how to mix and roll out the dough for the tomato and goat cheese tart. You put your back into rolling the dough before Bucky chuckles and takes over, rolling it out with ease and a sly wink your way.

"Unfair advantage," you whisper under your breath and he smiles.

As you put your tart in the oven, Chef Celine starts sharpening her knives with determination. "Next up we are going to prepare our green bean and tomato salad. Remember to practice knife safety. I'll come around to each station if you have questions." She demonstrates how to cut the vegetables before making her rounds.

You pick up the knife and start cutting the green beans, doing your best to follow her technique. "That's good, baby, but maybe try it like this," Bucky suggests, gently moving your hand into a more comfortable position on the knife's handle.

"You can try," you say softly. "I'll start on the vinaigrette." He smiles softly and takes the knife from you before expertly chopping the veggies. Has he always been this skilled with a kitchen knife? Maybe his training with actual knives (you know, the stabbing kind) translates well to a more domestic setting.

"Beautiful knife work," Chef Celine compliments him as she walks past your station.

"You should see the other guy!" You joke. Bucky chuckles, but Celine looks at you with a furrowed brow. "Nevermind." You turn your attention back to the vinaigrette and keep your head down.

"It was funny," Bucky whispers so only you can hear. "She's a little uptight."

You nod and take a quick sip of the champagne meant for the salad dressing.

"Everyone is looking great!" Celine says, taking her spot back at the head table. "Let's heat up our skillets now and get to work on the chicken." You watch her work, doing your best to memorize how she cuts the lemons and herbs and seasons the chicken thighs just so.

Bucky hovers his right hand over the skillet to feel for the right temperature before dropping the chicken into it with a sizzle. He hums calmly and you lean back against the countertop just taking him in. He's relaxed - in his element. You know he enjoys cooking, but seeing him so peaceful is such a gift.

While he tends to the chicken, you start whipping egg whites for your dessert: a raspberry lemon soufflé. He lets the chicken roast in the pan and starts whipping his own eggs for his soufflé. You do your best not to drool at the way the tendons and muscles in his forearm shift and flex as he works.

"You're staring, love," he says with a smirk. You blush, caught red-handed.

"I guess I've taken advantage of how skilled you are in the kitchen," you mutter, biting your lip. "You're like a natural."

"I had to learn how to cook for myself a lot over the years, especially in Bucharest. Produce was cheap, so cooking from scratch was my only option," he explains as he pours his soufflé mixture into the ramekin. "It's a bit meditative for me."

"I feel silly for never noticing," you admit, pouring your mixture into your ramekin and placing it next to his on the baking sheet.

"Don't," he says sweetly, brushing his fingers up your bare arm. "I love watching you enjoy what I cook. Especially when you moan a little when it tastes extra good."

You snort out a laugh and shake your head. "You are such a man!"

"Your man," he clarifies, flipping the perfectly browned chicken thighs in the skillet.

"Okay, you should all be getting ready to plate your meals and pop your soufflés in the oven!" Celine announces to the class.

Bucky checks the chicken once more and nods, satisfied, before plating it for both of you. You add the tart and salad and smile, looking down at the gorgeous, colorful meal in front of you.

"Smells amazing," he says.

"Okay, folks, if you'd like to enjoy your dinner on the outdoor patio, feel free," Celine says as she gestures to the back door. "Remember your dessert will be ready 25 minutes after you placed it in the oven."

Bucky takes your plates in both hands and leads you to the patio, picking an open table in the corner under a shade tree. The twinkling patio lights are on and there's light music playing. It's nice and romantic. He sets the plates down and pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. A waiter comes around with white wine and you both gladly accept a glass, clinking them together before taking sips.

"Thank you for this, Buck," you say as you take a bite of the salad.

"Of course, babe. It's nice to switch up date night sometimes. Not that I don't love a late movie and shoving popcorn in my mouth!"

You giggle and test out the veggie tart. "Mmm, that's so good."

He tries it and agrees as you cut into your chicken. It's perfectly cooked and juicy, and you swear your mouth waters as you spear into it with your fork. You both take a bite at the same time. His eyes roll back and you let out an R-rate "mmm". Bucky's eyes fly open and he laughs, swallowing his bite. "That good, huh?"

You realize your slip and hide your face behind your cloth napkin. "It's so good, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't be sorry," he says with a wink. "It's nothing I haven't heard from you before."

You gasp and throw your napkin at his face playfully. "You're the worst!"

"And you love me for it," he adds.

You both continue to enjoy the amazing meal minus any moaning. Before long both of your plates are clean and your bellies full. Bucky looks down at his watch. "Dessert is almost done! Wanna go check it out?"

You nod and let him lead you back to the industrial kitchen. The sweet smell of vanilla, raspberry, and lemon fills the air. The oven timer shows less than one minute left. As it beeps, Bucky slowly removes the soufflés from the oven to reveal his perfectly risen and baked while yours is… deflated and sad.

"What the hell?" You ask. "I followed those directions to a T! Why is mine flatter than a flyover state?!"

Bucky smirks and looks at you. "You sure you didn't miss a step while you were staring at my arms?"

You whip him with the oven mitt and scoff. "You're sharing yours with me. I'm calling it emotional distress or whatever happens to my heart and body when I watch you cook. It's not fair!"

"I'll always share my dessert with you, baby," he says sweetly as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. "Especially when you're suffering from emotional turmoil caused by my arms.”

"You're lucky I love you," you huff.

"You bet I am."

The End.

[sunday-bug]

What’s Cookin, Good Lookin?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: fluff, playful banter

Synopsis: You and Bucky enjoy a cooking class together.

A/N: based on this fun request from @buchananbelova - thank you, I had so much fun writing this and actually had to research a lot haha ; divider from @saradika-graphics

Bucky shrugs as he presses the tickets into your hand. "I just thought it would be a fun date idea."

You look down at the two vouchers to Sur La Table for a couples cooking class and smile.

"It is a fun date idea," you assure him. "I've never taken a cooking class."

Bucky shakes his head with a playful smile. "Could have fooled me. Your cooking is delicious, baby."

"You're not too bad yourself, Barnes. Those spring rolls you made for Tony's party last month are still on my mind. They make my mouth water just thinking about them."

"Spring rolls are to your taste buds as your pu-", he starts, but you cut him off with a friendly jab to the ribs.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you're insatiable!" You exclaim through a giggle.

He blushes and shrugs. "It's my favorite thing to eat."

"You're hopeless," you tease as you lean into him and let him envelope you in a hug.

"Hopeless for you. So, all of the food options are pretty fancy. We're going to a 'Summer French Bistro' class. Hope that sounds okay."

"It sounds great, honey. I'm excited!"

"Good. Now… can a man eat?" He says with a devilish grin as a he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You giggle and scream playfully as he carries you to the bedroom.

Bucky ties your apron in a bow behind your back and kisses your cheek. "You ready, Chef?"

"I am! It smells good in here already," you say as you eye Bucky in his black apron and try not to drool on the stainless steel countertop. He never wears one at home, usually opting to cook shirtless or in a t-shirt if he's frying something. Now you're thinking about him in nothing but an apron. Oops.

"You nervous? You zoned out there for a second," he says quietly, lacing his fingers through yours.

"Huh? Oh, no. I'm just ready to get started." You squeeze his hand gently.

After a few minutes making small talk with the other couples, the cooking instructor waltzes in wearing a white coat and a toque. You hear Bucky snicker softly and whisper to you, "So official."

"Good evening, folks. I'm Chef Celine. Let's make a delicious meal!"

She gets right down to business and showcases how to mix and roll out the dough for the tomato and goat cheese tart. You put your back into rolling the dough before Bucky chuckles and takes over, rolling it out with ease and a sly wink your way.

"Unfair advantage," you whisper under your breath and he smiles.

As you put your tart in the oven, Chef Celine starts sharpening her knives with determination. "Next up we are going to prepare our green bean and tomato salad. Remember to practice knife safety. I'll come around to each station if you have questions." She demonstrates how to cut the vegetables before making her rounds.

You pick up the knife and start cutting the green beans, doing your best to follow her technique. "That's good, baby, but maybe try it like this," Bucky suggests, gently moving your hand into a more comfortable position on the knife's handle.

"You can try," you say softly. "I'll start on the vinaigrette." He smiles softly and takes the knife from you before expertly chopping the veggies. Has he always been this skilled with a kitchen knife? Maybe his training with actual knives (you know, the stabbing kind) translates well to a more domestic setting.

"Beautiful knife work," Chef Celine compliments him as she walks past your station.

"You should see the other guy!" You joke. Bucky chuckles, but Celine looks at you with a furrowed brow. "Nevermind." You turn your attention back to the vinaigrette and keep your head down.

"It was funny," Bucky whispers so only you can hear. "She's a little uptight."

You nod and take a quick sip of the champagne meant for the salad dressing.

"Everyone is looking great!" Celine says, taking her spot back at the head table. "Let's heat up our skillets now and get to work on the chicken." You watch her work, doing your best to memorize how she cuts the lemons and herbs and seasons the chicken thighs just so.

Bucky hovers his right hand over the skillet to feel for the right temperature before dropping the chicken into it with a sizzle. He hums calmly and you lean back against the countertop just taking him in. He's relaxed - in his element. You know he enjoys cooking, but seeing him so peaceful is such a gift.

While he tends to the chicken, you start whipping egg whites for your dessert: a raspberry lemon soufflé. He lets the chicken roast in the pan and starts whipping his own eggs for his soufflé. You do your best not to drool at the way the tendons and muscles in his forearm shift and flex as he works.

"You're staring, love," he says with a smirk. You blush, caught red-handed.

"I guess I've taken advantage of how skilled you are in the kitchen," you mutter, biting your lip. "You're like a natural."

"I had to learn how to cook for myself a lot over the years, especially in Bucharest. Produce was cheap, so cooking from scratch was my only option," he explains as he pours his soufflé mixture into the ramekin. "It's a bit meditative for me."

"I feel silly for never noticing," you admit, pouring your mixture into your ramekin and placing it next to his on the baking sheet.

"Don't," he says sweetly, brushing his fingers up your bare arm. "I love watching you enjoy what I cook. Especially when you moan a little when it tastes extra good."

You snort out a laugh and shake your head. "You are such a man!"

"Your man," he clarifies, flipping the perfectly browned chicken thighs in the skillet.

"Okay, you should all be getting ready to plate your meals and pop your soufflés in the oven!" Celine announces to the class.

Bucky checks the chicken once more and nods, satisfied, before plating it for both of you. You add the tart and salad and smile, looking down at the gorgeous, colorful meal in front of you.

"Smells amazing," he says.

"Okay, folks, if you'd like to enjoy your dinner on the outdoor patio, feel free," Celine says as she gestures to the back door. "Remember your dessert will be ready 25 minutes after you placed it in the oven."

Bucky takes your plates in both hands and leads you to the patio, picking an open table in the corner under a shade tree. The twinkling patio lights are on and there's light music playing. It's nice and romantic. He sets the plates down and pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. A waiter comes around with white wine and you both gladly accept a glass, clinking them together before taking sips.

"Thank you for this, Buck," you say as you take a bite of the salad.

"Of course, babe. It's nice to switch up date night sometimes. Not that I don't love a late movie and shoving popcorn in my mouth!"

You giggle and test out the veggie tart. "Mmm, that's so good."

He tries it and agrees as you cut into your chicken. It's perfectly cooked and juicy, and you swear your mouth waters as you spear into it with your fork. You both take a bite at the same time. His eyes roll back and you let out an R-rate "mmm". Bucky's eyes fly open and he laughs, swallowing his bite. "That good, huh?"

You realize your slip and hide your face behind your cloth napkin. "It's so good, I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't be sorry," he says with a wink. "It's nothing I haven't heard from you before."

You gasp and throw your napkin at his face playfully. "You're the worst!"

"And you love me for it," he adds.

You both continue to enjoy the amazing meal minus any moaning. Before long both of your plates are clean and your bellies full. Bucky looks down at his watch. "Dessert is almost done! Wanna go check it out?"

You nod and let him lead you back to the industrial kitchen. The sweet smell of vanilla, raspberry, and lemon fills the air. The oven timer shows less than one minute left. As it beeps, Bucky slowly removes the soufflés from the oven to reveal his perfectly risen and baked while yours is… deflated and sad.

"What the hell?" You ask. "I followed those directions to a T! Why is mine flatter than a flyover state?!"

Bucky smirks and looks at you. "You sure you didn't miss a step while you were staring at my arms?"

You whip him with the oven mitt and scoff. "You're sharing yours with me. I'm calling it emotional distress or whatever happens to my heart and body when I watch you cook. It's not fair!"

"I'll always share my dessert with you, baby," he says sweetly as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. "Especially when you're suffering from emotional turmoil caused by my arms.”

"You're lucky I love you," you huff.

"You bet I am."

The End.

[sunday-bug]

Fic request: Hi!! Bucky surprises you with a private cooking class and he is shockingly way better at it than you are. -@buchananbelova

Hi ☺️ this is such a cute idea! It’ll be out later today 🥘👨🏻‍🍳🍽️

[sunday-bug]

Yay! I’m so glad it spoke to you 💗

Bookworm!Bucky Headcanons

dog ears his books and doesn’t feel remorseful about it - books are meant to be used

loves the invention of Little Free Libraries - any time he goes for a walk around his neighborhood, he checks out what’s new and leaves a book he recently finished

keeps a tiny notepad handy while he’s reading to jot down quotes or passages that stick out to him

he’ll read any genre, even the super fluffy romance you lent him (he secretly loved it)

adores his local library (mostly because the staff is close to his age 🤭) and because they have library sales where he stocks up on vintage paperbacks

doesn’t have a proper bookshelf at his place, just stacks them in tall piles along his bedroom walls

his favorite place to read is outside, rocking on his front porch or on a park bench in Brooklyn

always reads before bed - even if it’s just a few pages before he drifts off

can talk for hours about Tolkien’s works and world building - a huge nerd at heart

enjoys book store dates - walking hand in hand with you while drinking coffee and perusing the shelves, maybe buying each other a book to read, is his idea of a perfect outing

[sunday-bug]

Oh I need him 😩

dbf!bucky barnes headcanons — fem!reader

contains : pervy!bucky, panties fixation, age gap, mentions of anal, cum eating, and drinking

note : if it’s not your cup of tea or considered taboo for you, please avoid!!!! enjoy the little link at the bottom (you’ll have to be logged into twt)

༯ dbf!bucky who offers to help you pack mostly as a kind gesture, but takes a small sniff of your panties when you’re busy in your closet (shame they’re dirty)

༯ dbf!bucky who is way more emotionally mature than guys your age and he knows it. he never pressures you to apologize over little things, he listens, like really listens

༯ dbf!bucky gives you his number quietly before he leaves for brooklyn; he was colder and short every time you excitedly filled him in on your dates, but brushed it off because he loves ya

༯ dbf!bucky who has been close to you since you were a bit younger and reminds you with stories that start with “back when me and your dad..”

༯ dbf!bucky never married. not because he couldn’t, but because he was too stubborn for a dating app or modern dating; he wanted someone that knew him through the years without having to spark something new

༯ dbf!bucky who tries his best not to treat you like a little girl anymore. he’s used to you being short enough to ruffle your hair, taunting you about your school crushes, etc. when you started to grow, he noticed first. not just physically, but mentally. you moved on from certain things and he didn’t make a big deal out of it

༯ dbf!bucky is so oblivious to how he looks when he’s staring at you. he clenches his jaw when you notice. hard in his pants just wishing you’d ask him for a one on one favor so he could lay you down and fuck you wherever

༯ dbf!bucky’s first time making you cum was with his mouth. he loves to lick and tease your clit with his lips, practically sucking for life when he goes down on you. he loves coming up for air and looking at you with dripping stubble and heavy eyes 😵‍💫

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t smoke often, but know not to do it around you. he’s old fashioned and finds it disrespectful, especially in front of someone as pure as he finds you to be

༯ dbf!bucky is a sucker for corruption. he wants to teach you things only men his age would know about

༯ dbf!bucky and you makeout in the garage from time to time when he’s helping you with car trouble. if he wasn’t morally correct, he’d fuck up your engine even more just to feel your tongue against his again

༯ dbf!bucky doesn’t wanna cross a line; he respects your dad and you entirely. he just can’t help it when he smells your hair or when you crumple up a pair of panties for him to tuck in his cargos before a trip with your dad

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t like it when you drink because he doesn’t like seeing you drunk.. but he feels like you might come onto him more easily than he prefers. he loves foreplay and talking to you before a simple kiss

༯ dbf!bucky introduces you to anal. he says a big girl like you shouldn’t be ashamed to try something completely new

honorable link : he loves using his fingers

[sunday-bug]

🤭 I gotta be dramatic sometimes

Can you write something about Bucky forgetting to put back on his wedding ring and you being over dramatic about it (in a joking way?) Please and thank you!

So cute and relatable, yes - this is pretty short. I hope that's okay.

Pairing: Husband!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.3k

Content: just fluff

You stroll hand in hand down the crowded lane, people passing by walking dogs, carrying bags of produce, and sipping coffee. The weekend farmer’s market is a ritual for you and Bucky. Every Sunday you go to your favorite coffee shop to get something other than his steady cup of Folgers and to split an apricot croissant. After some caffeine, you walk through the market picking out fruits and veggies for your weekly meals, along with a bouquet of cut flowers and a fresh loaf of bread. You look forward to it every week. And now so does Bucky. He’s come to rely on your slow Sunday routine, enjoying a walk with his wife through the crowd to start his week off right.

As you hold his hand, your fingers notice a missing piece of significance. “Excuse me, where is your wedding ring?”

He immediately removes his hand from yours and looks down. “Oh, wow, I must have left it on the bathroom counter after my shower.”

“You just don’t want to be married today, huh?” You tease. “I get it, there's a lot of eligible bachelorettes hunting around the farmer’s market for a six foot stud like you.”

“Well, hopefully they find someone single,” he jokes, intertwining your fingers once more. “I’m spoken for. Happily.”

You pull his hand up with yours, “Apparently not!”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling as he grins. He pulls the loaf of bread you’ve just purchased out of your canvas bag and undoes the twist tie keeping it sealed. He then knots the bag up to keep the bread fresh and fashions the twist tie into a circle around his ring finger. “There, we’re married again.”

You giggle and reach on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I can’t have you getting stolen out from under me.”

“I don’t have eyes for anyone but you, sweet pea,” he whispers. “My Mrs. Barnes.”

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[sunday-bug]

Nakey cuddles are the bomb. I know Bucky is so warm and muscular 😩

Comfy

Summary : You found out Bucky sleeps naked. 

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : Fluff!!!! Canon-compliant, pre-Thunderbolts. Non-sexual Nudity. (Please let me know if I miss anything!!!)

Word count : 3.4k

Note : If you’d like to be on the taglist, message me! It gets lost in the comments. sometimes. Enjoy!

Bucky Barnes never meant to talk to you that day.

He’d only gone to the café because Sam insisted he leave his apartment for something that wasn’t groceries. So he went to the same place to get coffee three times a week just to sit near the window and pretend he wasn’t completely out of place in this century.

But then you happened.

You were behind him in line, humming some tune he didn’t know. When he glanced back just once, you smiled at him like he was a regular guy, not an Avenger with a metal arm. You looked at him as if he was just a man deciding between a black coffee and something that ended in -ccino.

He didn’t say anything then. What was he supposed to say anyway? Hi, I’m 106 and terrible at small talk?

But then your drink came out wrong (with vanilla syrup instead of hazelnut) and for reasons he couldn’t explain, he was the one who said something. “That’s not what you ordered, right?”

You blinked up at him, surprised. You smiled. “No, but it’s okay. I’ll survive.”

He nodded once. Then, with a level of effort that would’ve made Steve proud, he said, “You, uh… come here a lot?”

You grinned. “Is that your line for all the girls you meet in a coffee shop?”

His cheeks flushed red.

Still, by the time you left after a little more teasing, a little more talking, you had given him your number.

“Take me out for coffee next time,” you said with a wink. 

He didn’t stop smiling for an hour after that.

—

You and Bucky texted first. It started with small, simple things, like check-ins and playful banter that made Bucky smile like an idiot at 2 AM on a random Tuesday.  He was funny in a dry, hesitant way, like he still wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be charming. 

But he was. So much so, it caught you off guard sometimes.

Your first date was coffee at that same little café, where the staff already started to recognise you both. You sat by the window, and this time, he told you half-mumbled stories from his childhood in Brooklyn. You told him yours. 

He fidgeted with his sleeve a lot, but overall, Bucky thought it went well. 

The second date was another coffee, though he was slightly less nervous this time. He walked you home that time, his human hand slightly touching yours on the sidewalk like it wanted to hold you but didn’t know if he should ask yet.

You kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand when you said goodbye.

—

The third date was brunch. Bucky was three minutes late and showed up with flowers he clearly wasn’t used to buying. He held the sunflowers interspersed with live daisies like a live grenade, but still you laughed and took them gently from his hands.

“Charming,” you teased. 

He smirked, almost shyly. “You think so?”

You kissed the corner of his cheeks in answer.

That day, you both spent hours talking over half eaten egg benedicts.

—

Brunch ended with the kind of buzz that had nothing to do with the bottomless mimosas and everything to do with the way Bucky Barnes was looking at you.

As always, he didn’t talk too much—not unless you pulled the words out of him with a grin or a nudge—but the things he didn’t say were just as loud. His fingers lingered at the small of your back when you walked out of the restaurant, his eyes drifted to your lips every time you laughed.

This wasn’t like the coffee dates. This one felt like it had…. clicked.

So when you stopped outside your apartment building and said, “Hey, do you wanna come up for a bit?” he… nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

—

That afternoon, you curled up on the couch together, a little closer than usual, and somewhere between episode three or four of a TV show you just ended up randomly putting on, your head tilted toward him.

He leaned in first, and gave you a gentle kiss. It started with one, then two. Then it got… heated.

Somewhere along the lines, his hands were on your waist, and yours in his hair. Your back was pressed against the couch, his body half over yours, heavy and strong and careful all the same, kissing you like he hadn’t let himself do anyone in years.

And well… he was good at it.

He let out a groan from deep in his chest that lit you up from the inside out. His metal hand was carefully gripping your thigh now, squeezing gently, like he wanted more but didn’t dare ask yet.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, both of you panting, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed.

“…Bucky,” you whispered, noticing he was toying with the edge of your shirt, knowing what fantasies ran in his head. 

“Yeah?”

You giggled, breathless. “You haven’t even taken me to dinner yet.”

He blinked at you, dazed. “What?”

“You’ve taken me to coffee twice, and brunch once. Which barely counts as a meal,” you teased, poking his chest lightly.

He stared for a beat, then dropped his head onto your shoulder with a chuckle. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” you said, almost smug. “I’m classy, Barnes. Feed me first.”

He let out a raspy laugh and pulled back just enough to look at you in disbelief that you just clawed your heart wide open, but determined to impress and do things your way. “God, you’re somethin’.”

“Dinner first,” you repeated, biting back a grin. “Then we’ll talk about round two of that.”

He kissed your cheek, before moving down to your jaw, then your neck, still a bit too shy for his own good. “Friday good for you, sweets?”

You grinned at the nickname. “Deal.”

And that night, he didn’t try again. He held you on the couch, arms wrapped around you like a blanket, talking over the muffled sound of the TV.

—

On Friday, dinner was perfect.

He didn’t take you to an expensive restaurant where everything was wrapped in the fancy-tablecloth — but a small shop where you sat in a dimly lit corner-booth and shared-forks-of-pasta, accidentally-touching-knees-under-the-table in a flirty kind of way.

You’d never seen Bucky talk so much, so comfortably. 

He told you stories from this century now. How Sam made fun of his music taste, how his neighbor, an old lady, keeps gifting him random plants that he keeps killing accidentally, how Joaquin’s slowly conditioning him to like stupid sitcoms on Netflix.

And throughout all that, he kept looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Even after the week you’d had — work had been draining, your boss an absolute menace — you felt awake around him. You felt… safe.

You were on your third shared dessert (Bucky claimed he wasn’t a dessert guy, but you caught him stealing more than half the tiramisu), when he said, a little hesitantly, “Hey. If you don’t have to be up early tomorrow… do you maybe wanna come over?”

You hesitated, and not because you didn’t want to. The idea of curling up with him again, tangled under blankets, kissing until you forgot worldly burdens… It sounded like a perfect Friday night.  

But you also knew your limits.

You gently wiped your lip with a napkin, gave him a smile, and said, “Yeah. I’d really like to. But… just so you know—I’m completely beat from work. So… if we hang out tonight, it’s probably just cuddles and bad TV. Not…,” you shrugged, “Round two.”

He nodded immediately, even before you could finish. “No pressure.”

You studied him for a second, just to be sure. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course,” he said. “You think I’m not happy just having you around?” He took your hand on the table, rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “You could come over for five minutes and I’d still call it a perfect night.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned in a little closer, squeezing his hand.

—

So you ended up on his couch, tangled up under a worn-in blanket that smelled faintly of his cologne and laundry detergent. He’d let you pick the movie, then grinned when you picked a ridiculous action comedy with a talking animal sidekick and zero plot. 

“Bold choice,” he murmured, pulling you gently closer until your legs were over his and his arm was snug around your shoulder.

You nestled in, head resting lightly against his chest.

At one point, during a particularly dumb chase scene involving a jet ski, you felt him laugh under you. It warmed you more than the blanket.

You tilted your head up slightly, and can’t help but yawn. 

—

The movie ended in a blur of over-the-top explosions and the animal sidekick somehow saving the day, and the credits rolled quietly while the room settled into a late-night quiet. 

You looked at the time. 

Oh shit. It was 1 AM. 

At this point, your eyelids were heavy, your limbs relaxed and draped lazily over Bucky, and you might’ve fallen asleep right there if not for the sudden buzz of your phone on the coffee table.

You groaned softly, leaning forward to grab it, the screen light jarring against the cozy darkness.

You dismissed the notification and went into the ride apps, hopeful to find a safe way home. 

“Ugh,” you muttered, scrolling through your phone. “No cars anywhere.”

Bucky shifted beside you, blinking sleepily. “Hmmm?”

“Yeah. Looks like half the city’s shut down for some kind of construction or emergency detours—” You tilted your screen so he could see. “Literally everything’s either delayed or unavailable.”

He winced in sympathy, then rubbed his hand over his face. “That… sucks.”

You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Okay, this is kind of awkward, and I totally get it if you’re not up for it, but… would it be okay if I crash here for the night? Just until morning, when the roads open up again or I can grab a cab?” You rushed to add, “I can sleep on the couch! Seriously. It’s no big deal, I just don’t wanna sit outside in the middle of nowhere waiting for a maybe-taxi.”

Bucky sat up straighter, fully awake now, his eyes wide with alarm. “What? No! You’re not waiting outside and you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

You blinked at him. “Oh—okay.”

He immediately softened his tone, running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I just—no way I’d let you go out there alone at this hour. And the couch is awful.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he said it, all grumbly and offended on your behalf. “It’s not that bad.”

He looked at you with raised brows. “You don’t want to sleep on it.” He insisted. 

You snorted. “Okay, fine, your bed it is.”

His expression flickered for a second. It wasn’t exactly resistance, just… nerves.

You tilted your head. “If… you’re sure?”

He nodded quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You smiled softly. 

He smiled back, but his eyes lingered on you for a beat too long, like he was trying to be cool but something was definitely buzzing in his mind. 

You could already tell this night was going to be a little more complicated than just sleep.

—

At first, sharing Bucky’s bed felt… surprisingly natural.

The room was dark, but still lit up enough with the glow of a streetlamp outside filtering through the curtains. You both climbed under the covers.

He gave you space, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders and murmuring a quiet, “You good?” as you both got settled.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Comfy.”

He smiled in the dark. “Good.”

But then, ten minutes passed.

Then twenty.

Then forty.

And it became very clear that Bucky Barnes was absolutely not comfy.

You could feel the tension in the mattress every time he shifted, the way he kept adjusting his pillow, one arm flopping out from under the blanket, then back in, then the metal one switching sides like it was also frustrated. He sighed twice. 

You lay still, eyes open now, staring at the ceiling.

“Buck?” you whispered.

He froze like a kid caught eating a mouthful of cookies. “…Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

Definitely not convincing. 

You turned your head toward him. “Are you sure?”

Finally, he let out a long, guilty exhale. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you reassured. “Is it me? Am I making it weird?”

“No! No, no,” he said quickly, sitting up a little. “You’re perfect. I mean, not like—you’re perfect perfect, but like, in this situation, I mean—ugh.”

You waited, still deciding between amused and concerned.

He groaned into his hands. “Okay, full disclosure—I’m not uncomfortable because of you. I’m uncomfortable because… I’m not… used to sleeping like this.”

You frowned slightly, concerned. “Like how?”

“Like… with clothes,” he muttered, barely audible.

You blinked. “W-what?”

“I sleep naked,” he confessed in a rush, like ripping off a Band-Aid. “It’s a tactile thing.”

You had to stifle a laugh, not out of mockery, but because of how adorably stressed he looked about it. He had his hand over his face and was clearly bracing for impact, like you'd start screaming and run for the door.

“Bucky,” you said gently, touching his metal arm. “It’s fine.”

He peeked at you between his fingers. “It’s not weird?”

You tilted your head. “You’re not asking to do anything sketchy, right? You’re just trying to sleep?”

He nodded quickly. “Sleep. That’s it. I swear. I wouldn’t ever— I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You can take the bed and I’ll go on the couch and it’ll be fine.”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. And then reached over to gently tug his hand away from his face. Surprisingly, he let you.

“Bucky Barnes,” you said, your voice soft but teasing, “you are allowed to sleep however your body needs to sleep. If you wanna be naked, be naked.”

He blinked. “You’re… sure?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I trust you. And I’m not going to let you get scoliosis on the couch just because you have a preferred sleep method.”

He hesitated for a long moment, still torn between wanting comfort and not wanting to creep you out, until he finally nodded and reached for the hem of his shirt.

He pulled it off slowly, facing slightly away from you. The scars along his back caught what little light there was, and you watched his shoulders curl in a little, just barely.

Your heart ached.

You sat up quietly and reached out, fingers brushing the curve of his spine, just below the place where flesh met metal.

“Hey,” you whispered.

After he took off his trousers and underwear, he turned to glance back, uncertain.

“You know you’re—” You paused, heat rising to your face. “—like, beautiful, right?”

That got him. “What?” His voice cracked.

You smiled, hand sliding away respectfully. 

“I mean—I knew that already. But… y’know.”

He blinked at you like he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Sorry,” you winced, “Did I make it weird?”

Bucky managed a small chuckle. “No I… I’m just not used to being naked around people when it’s… it’s not sex.”

“No, I… I get it,”  You said softly, laying next to him, curling into his now naked body.

The bed dipped as he fully relaxed his weight, his warmth settling in beside you. 

You scooted in close, resting your head just beneath his shoulder. He tensed for a breath— then let it go.

“Still comfy?” he asked.

You smiled into his chest. “Comfiest I’ve ever been.”

—

But twenty minutes later, even after everything Bucky still wasn’t asleep.

You could tell when he woke you up from a near-slumber to shift. Then, you heard the way his breathing stayed shallow and uneven. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was lying there wide awake.

You cracked one eye open.

“Buck,” you whispered.

He froze. “…Yeah?”

“Still not comfy?”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know. Physically? Sure. It’s just… I still feel…”

You waited.

“Damn it.” That he probably didn’t mean to say aloud, but he just didn’t know what else to say. He flopped his head back like a dramatic Victorian woman fainting on a chaise lounge, and stared up at the ceiling.

You propped yourself on one elbow and turned toward him.

“Okay,” you whispered, slightly amused, “I thought this was a good option.”

“It is,” he insisted, “It is.”

You pushed yourself up slightly on one elbow. “So… what’s wrong?”

Bucky covered his face with both hands and groaned into them.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “This is so stupid.”

You gave him a gentle smile, even if he couldn’t see it. “You can say it. It’s your

bed.”

“I’m weird,” he said, shaking his head. 

You laid back down beside him and bumped his shoulder lightly with yours. “C’mon. What’s going on?”

He hesitated, hands slowly dropping from his face. He turned his head on the pillow to look at you.

Finally, quietly, he said, “I can’t stop thinking about how awkward this is.”

Your brows pulled together. “Awkward?”

“Not because of you,” he said quickly. “You… I mean you’ve been amazing. It’s just—my head won’t shut up. I keep thinking, like—what if this is weird for you? What if I’m making it uncomfortable? What if sleeping next to me while I’m like this feels wrong and you just didn’t want to say anything? What if I fall asleep and you think I’m trying to pull something because we’re not wearing—”

“Bucky.” You stopped his tangent. 

He blinked at you, startled.

You stared at him, then pulled the blanket up to your shoulders, took a deep breath, and sat up. “Okay. Fine.”

He furrowed his brow. “Fine… what?”

“Let’s try a new strategy,” you said simply, “where we’re as vulnerable as each other, y’know, on equal footing.”

And with that, you reached down and calmly peeled off your borrowed sleep shirt.

Bucky's eyes widened. “Wait—what are you—?”

You shushed him with a patient look, and then you slid your sleep shorts off too, leaving yourself in nothing but your underwear. Then, after a moment of thought, you reached back and unclasped your bra and panties and added it to the pile on the floor. 

Bucky turned his head, his eyes going a little wide, but he didn’t move away.

You slid back under the blanket beside him, now just as bare as he was. When your skin touched his, it felt… nice.

“There,” you whispered gently. “Now we’re even.”

His eyes searched yours, cheeks beet red. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” you said. “But I wanted to.”

He swallowed har. trying to find words he’d never had to say out loud before. Instead, he just… looked at you.

“God,” he breathed. “You’re I…wow.”

The words weren’t lustful. They weren’t slick or performative. He said it like he didn’t quite believe he deserved… you.

You reached for his human hand and guided it to rest against the dip of your waist. He was hesitant at first, but then it settled comfortably. 

You curled into him, tucking your head beneath his chin, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had finally found each other after years apart in the wrong boxes.

He held you then. Carefully, like you were made of something precious. The chill of his metal arm curled protectively around your waist, while the steady beat of his heart thudded gently beneath your cheek.

He swallowed. “You’re seriously okay like this?”

“I trust you, Bucky.” You reassured. “And it’s just bodies. Everyone has one.”

He looked at you like you’d just spoken another language — one he’d never heard before but wanted to learn. “…You’re somethin’, aren’t you?”

You laughed quietly. 

He was silent for a while, letting himself be vulnerable with someone else for once. 

“Okay,” he whispered finally. “Okay. I think I can sleep now.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said. “For the first time all night.”

You smiled, gently wrapping your arm around his middle. “Good. Because you were starting to wear a hole in the mattress.”

That made him laugh before letting out a long exhale left his lungs, like he’d been overthinking for a century too long.

And that night, Bucky Barnes had the comfiest sleep since the forties. 

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The reader to Bucky:

The dirty talk in this was top tier and made my pwussy throb.

I also love how caring they were with each other 💗

a beautiful, perfect summer day

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: your best friend takes you out in his sailboat on a beautiful summer day, and it turns into the perfect day when your relationship is taken to a new level.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, slightly painful sex, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, creampie, cockwarming, big cock, size kink, tit and nipple play/worship, finger sucking, some dacryphilia, sadism/masochism undertones, some dumbification, some objectification, dirty talk, praise kink, some degradation, daddy kink, pet names (sunshine, baby, pretty girl), aftercare, friends to lovers, some feelings, happy ending

word count: 5.9k

a/n: for week 10 of @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer event, y'all voted for some summer shenanigans on a boat, so here we are! honestly, i'd originally imagined this fic taking place on a boat, but then i started thinking of other fun summer locations and i couldn't decide which i liked best, so thank you all for helping me out! i hope y'all enjoy some best friend!Bucky smut set on a boat ♡

prompt: "I can’t." | [Big Cock | Anal Training | Forced Orgasm]

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Bright yellow sunlight shone down on the sailboat, its white mast reaching toward the big, blue, cloudless sky and its sail catching the pleasant ocean breeze. The water lapping gently against the hull was cool to the touch, refreshing on that hot afternoon, and giving the fresh air a hint of salt.

It was, by all accounts, a beautiful, perfect summer day, with wonderful weather and an idyllic view—and you were ignoring all of that. Your attention was fixed entirely on your best friend, Bucky Barnes.

“I can’t!”

Your cry carried out over the gentle ocean waves, and you barely had the presence of mind to bite off the desperate whine that followed. 

There hadn’t been any other boats nearby when you’d last looked, but you weren’t exactly paying attention to your surroundings—and you didn’t know how far your voice could carry across the water.

A wolfish grin spread across Bucky’s handsome face, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes, and his fingers dug deeper into your plush hips. With your legs straddling his lap, he pressed your body down until the tip of his cock pushed a little deeper into your tight pussy. 

You let out a low, lewd moan, your face tipping up toward the sun as your eyes rolled back in your head. It was too overwhelming, too much. He was—

“Too big,” you gasped, your voice breathless as you tried to get used to the stretch of him making room for his cock in your tight cunt. He was barely an inch or two inside you and it already felt like he was splitting you open. “You’re too big, Bucky.” 

Your words were a pathetic whine, and it took a great deal of effort to lift your head and meet your best friend’s eyes. His brows were drawn together with fake concern, and his eyes were glittering with hunger and amusement.

“I know, baby, I know,” he cooed, leaning in and pressing a soothing kiss to your cheek. The rough stubble on his jaw brushed your soft skin and you whimpered, your pussy fluttering around the head of his thick cock. “My dick’s so big, huh, it’s opening you up so good? It’s making that tight little hole stretch for your best friend’s big cock, huh?” 

At his filthy words, you whined louder, uncaring if anyone was around to hear you. Bucky’s only reaction was to chuckle huskily, unmoved by your crying.

Your fingernails dug into the gray cotton t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, finding his skin beneath and latching on. You wanted him to feel some semblance of the sting you were feeling, but he didn’t even flinch when your nails dug in—which, for some reason, made you hotter.

Despite the stinging, aching stretch between your thighs, you didn’t actually want Bucky to stop. You knew he would if you asked, but you were growing quickly addicted to the overwhelming feeling of your best friend’s cock splitting you open.

So you spread your knees wider on the white vinyl bench seat of the boat, lowering your hips down to take another inch of Bucky’s cock, forcing your pussy to stretch to take even more of him. 

“That’s it, good girl, take me deeper,” Bucky purred, leaning back so he could look down at where your pussy was spread open on his cock. “Fuck, look at you, your pussy’s so pretty stretched around my cock.”

A helpless whimper tumbled from your lips, your hands curling into fists in Bucky’s shirt and tugging on the fabric until he looked back up at your face. You could feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, and you watched his eyes darken at the sight of you crying on his cock.

Bucky sat up, cupping your cheek in one hand, the other busy holding your dress bunched up around your hips and out of the way. He brushed his lips to yours in a chaste, sweet kiss that was so at odds with the depraved way his hard length was splitting you open, it made your pussy flutter around the head of his cock.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he cooed, pressing another kiss to your lips, then another to the corner of your mouth. “You’re taking my cock so good, you’re such a good girl for me—taking your best friend’s cock like your tight cunt was made for this.” 

His lips brushed over your cheeks, kissing the tears from your skin as he continued to murmur praises for your ears only. 

After a few moments of Bucky’s sweet treatment, you settled down enough to stop crying. He urged you to take a deep breath, and you did, blinking the remaining tears from your lashes and peering at the familiar face of your best friend.

“Y’know, this really isn’t what I had in mind when I invited you sailing today, sunshine,” he said, his eyes darting across your face as if checking to see if you were going to start crying again. 

When you didn’t, he wrapped an arm around your lower back and gathered you closer against his chest, his cock slipping from your aching hole until only the tip barely remained inside. You breathed a soft sigh of relief, even as your pussy throbbed in protest. 

“I just wanted to spend a day on the water with my pretty best friend,” Bucky went on, brushing a kiss to your temple, and another a little lower to the corner of your eye. “Just drinking some cocktails, eating some snacks and enjoying the day together.”

You lifted your head, your pouty lips coasting over his bristly jaw before finding his mouth. You could feel the smile on his lips, and you pressed a kiss to the curl at the corner of his mouth. 

“I never expected the day to go like this,” he confessed, his voice low and rough, sending tremors of need racing down your spine to settle between your thighs. “I never imagined you’d let me have you like this.”

Bucky’s hand on your hip guided you back down on his hard length, and you were relieved to feel it was easier for his cock to slide inside you, pressing just a little deeper. He caught your moan as he plunged further into your pussy, kissing the sound from your lips.

Your best friend’s tongue licked into your mouth, tasting like the peachy, citrusy cocktail he’d made for the two of you to sip as he sailed the boat and you both snacked on cheese and crackers and thinly-sliced meats. It had been a perfect summer day, and it was only getting better.

Another desperate moan worked its way up your throat, and Bucky deepened the kiss, claiming you with his tongue and his mouth, drinking down your sounds of pleasure. You lost yourself in the kiss, your mind wandering to how you’d ended up in his lap, his cock pressing into your pussy.

The bubbly, alcoholic drink Bucky made had gone to your head quickly, filling you with a hungry restlessness that always came over you when you were a little bit drunk around your best friend. Before you’d known what you were doing, you were climbing into Bucky’s lap and kissing him.

At first, you’d only wanted a kiss. 

Bucky had looked so impossibly handsome in his gray cotton t-shirt and light linen pants, his blue eyes shining in the bright summer sunshine. And he’d looked so capable as he’d sailed the boat out onto the water, the muscles in his arms flexing as he worked the ropes and tied them off. 

It wasn’t your fault that your best friend was so hot—and the fact that he was showing off his sailing skills only made him hotter. You’d waited as long as you could before you’d jumped him. Really, it was impressive you’d waited as long as you had.

After all, it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d drunkenly made out with your best friend.

There’d been a handful of solen moments over the years, at house parties in college and in dark corners of dive bars during the time since. It had never gone further than that, but you were kidding yourself if you said you didn’t want to do much more than kiss your best friend.

Still, that afternoon on the boat had started off with the two of you only kissing. 

Your arms had wound around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his dark hair as your mouths slid together. It had seemed like it would end there, with just another hot and heavy make out session with your best friend.

But then you’d settled more firmly in his lap, your knees spread wide on either side of his hips, and you’d felt the bulge growing in the front of his pants. And, fuck, he’d felt so good, so big—bigger than anyone else you’d ever been with before.

You couldn’t help but be curious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from humping against Bucky’s big cock, delighting in the way he’d grown harder for you. It was intoxicating, feeling the way his body had responded to yours, the way his fingers had clung desperately to your hips, helping you grind on his hard length. 

From there, one thing had led to another…

“Oh god, Bucky, I don’t—you’re too big, I can’t,” you babbled, tears springing to your eyes at the aching stretch of his cock filling you up even more. You looked at your best friend through watery eyes, but he only chuckled at your mindless whining. 

Bucky pressed his grin into your cheek, nipping playfully at your jaw. “You can, sunshine,” he promised, his voice low and steady. He sounded so sure, you couldn’t help but believe him. “You can take it all if you really want to.” 

A helpless whimper tumbled from your lips, and Bucky chuckled again. His mouth brushed against yours, licking your whimpers from your lips. 

“Do you want to, baby?” he cooed sweetly. “D’you wanna take all of daddy’s big cock in your tight little cunt?”

“Oh fuck,” you moaned softly, closing your eyes and tipping your face up toward the summer sunshine. 

Heat that had nothing to do with the sun licked down your spine as the sound of that nickname falling from your best friend’s mouth went straight to your pussy. You could feel yourself tighten around his thick length where he was partly buried inside you, your pussy growing wetter and making the slide of his cock even easier. 

Bucky chuckled into the underside of your jaw, muffling his laughter against your skin. “Oh you like that, don’t you, sunshine?” he teased. 

His hand slid up your side until he could cup your cheek, and then he was tugging your face back down toward his. Your eyes fluttered open, finding him watching you, a hungry smirk on his face and an affectionate glint in his eye. 

“Ya like the idea of calling me daddy, huh, baby?” he cooed patronizingly as his eyes searched your face, gauging your reaction. “Am I your big, mean daddy, pretty girl? Your big, mean daddy making you take all of my big, mean cock?”

Your face went slack, your vision softening until you stared unseeingly at your best friend, your head filled with gummy clouds of pleasure. A whine was all you could manage in response to Bucky’s questions, but that didn’t seem to be enough for him.

His thumb pressed to your chin, swiping along the line of your lower lip and gently drawing you back down to earth. 

You blinked once, then again, before the sight of your best friend focused again. His eyes were sharper, his brows drawn with a bit of real concern.

“I need words, sunshine,” he said, watching you carefully. “Tell me what you want—I want you to enjoy this so you’ll wanna fuck me again, because I don’t think once is gonna be enough. Not with a best friend as pretty as you.” His thumb brushed along your cheek and Bucky stared at you, genuine affection in his gaze.

His sweet words had you softening, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your mouth and you slid your hands up his shoulders to the side of his neck. Your nails raked gently through the hair at the nape of Bucky’s neck while you figured out how to put your wants into words.

“I want you, Bucky,” you whispered. 

Holding his gaze, you caught his thumb with your lips, taking it into your mouth. You gave it a sweet suckle and a playful bite, watching his lips part as he sucked in a sharp breath, his blue eyes darkening with lust until they were as murky as the ocean. 

“I want your big cock, daddy,” you went on, speaking so softly, you weren’t sure he heard you, but Bucky’s low, rumbling groan when you called him daddy told you he did. “I want it to hurt, just a little, and I want it to feel like I can’t take it, but you insist I can—I want you to help me take it, I want to be your good girl.”

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” Bucky purred as soon as you finished speaking, pulling you in for another deep kiss. You tasted his praise on his tongue and smiled into the kiss. “You take me so well,” he said when he pulled back. “You feel so tight and warm and perfect on my cock.”

Your smile grew and you ducked your head, suddenly feeling a little shy. Even though you’d known Bucky a long time, you’d never been with him like this, and it was making your heart feel warm in your chest, something blooming in your belly that you weren’t quite ready to name just yet.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and warm, and he cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze to lift back to his. His mouth was curved into a charming smile, and for a moment he just stared at you, like he could be happy just looking at your face for the rest of the afternoon. 

It made you squirm in his lap, which made his cock shift inside you. Before you could help yourself, your eyes were sliding closed and a soft moan was slipping from your lips. Bucky laughed again, though it was more strained than it had been a moment ago.

“You can take more of my cock, can’t you, baby?” he rasped, his voice sounding so husky, you opened your eyes. You were rewarded with the sight of your best friend looking half unraveled, a desperation in the lines of his face that sparked more warmth between your thighs. 

Bucky waited until you gave a quick nod, and then he was pulling your hips down further on his hard length, his cock sinking another few inches into your pussy. 

It stung so bad, the stretch of him splitting your tight hole open so devastating, it stole the breath from your lungs. A desperate, pleading whine spilled from your mouth, and your hips squirmed as you tried to get away from the pain, even as a part of your relished it. 

But Bucky held you firm, one hand still cupping your face so he could watch the pleasure and pain dance across your features while the other kept your dress out of the way. Every few seconds, his eyes dropped to where his cock was disappearing inside your body, a grunt of pleasure sounding in his throat. 

When you mewled again, your knees shifting wider on the vinyl seat of the boat, Bucky pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours as he cooed softly at you.

“I know, sunshine, my cock’s so big, but you’re doing so good for daddy, being such a good girl,” he murmured sweetly against your mouth. “Just take a deep breath—can you do that for me, baby?”

You were so lost in the sensation of Bucky’s cock filling your tight hole and making room for his hard length in your body that it took you a moment to understand his question. When you did, you sucked in a deep breath, catching Bucky’s gaze as you exhaled slowly.

At that exact moment, Bucky yanked your hips down on his lap until your bare ass met his thighs. 

A sharp, surprised cry tore from your lips, and Bucky quickly covered your mouth with his, silencing the sound of your pain-edged pleasure and drinking it down greedily. Your cry devolved into a debauched moan when Bucky’s tongue slipped into your mouth and you sucked on him, distracting yourself from the throbbing between your thighs.

Your pussy ached from the sudden stretch of your best friend’s cock filling you up so fast, but it felt good. Your inner walls fluttered around the thick shaft of Bucky’s cock, like your body was trying to suck him even deeper, though you were almost certain he was as deep as he could possibly go. 

You squirmed in Bucky’s lap, another moan rising up your throat at the feeling of his cock shifting inside you, but your best friend’s arms wrapped around your lower back, pinning you firmly to his lap. All you could do was sit there, impaled on Bucky’s cock while he kissed you breathless. 

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, sunshine—you’re such a good cocksleeve for daddy,” Bucky rumbled, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Your tight little cunt opened up so perfectly for me, huh?”

Your head bobbed in a simple nod, a mumbled, “Uh huh,” falling from your lips and making Bucky smile against your cheek. Your heart fluttered in your chest and your pussy pulsed with happiness. 

“Your pussy loves this, baby, I can feel it,” he said, squeezing you tight in his arms, his scruff rasping over your skin. “I can feel how much you’re dripping all over me. Your sweet little hole loves to be stretched on daddy’s big cock, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” you cried shamelessly, your nails digging into the back of Bucky’s neck and reveling in his sun-warmed skin. “Oh god, Bucky—daddy, you feel so good.” 

Your face tipped back, and you closed your eyes as you basked in the summer sunshine. Pleasure rolled through your body, and you realized the bobbing of the boat had you shifting slightly in Bucky’s lap, your hips rocking gently as you followed the motion of the ocean. It was too good, and he was too big, and it all had you babbling mindlessly. 

“You feel so big inside me, daddy. You’re splitting my little pussy open and making me leak all over your dick—oh god, Bucky, it’s so good, so good, s’good,” you sobbed, your words devolving as you grew too overwhelmed to speak. 

Bucky groaned like you were torturing him and he hiked you up his chest so he could bury his face in your tits. His stubbled jaw rasped over your sensitive skin, and you cried out, hugging his head to your chest while you trembled in his arms.

He tugged the neckline of your dress down, your tits popping out and giving him full access to lick and suck on your skin. His movements were hungry as he devoured your tits, sucking your soft flesh into his hot mouth and licking his flat, warm tongue over your nipples until they were puckered into tight, aching peaks. 

With one arm banded around your lower back, Bucky leaned forward, greedily sucking on your nipples while bending you back over his lap so he could feast on your tits. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on tight so you didn’t topple over.

Shameless moans spilled from your lips while you reveled in the feeling of being fully impaled on your best friend’s big, thick cock, his mouth hungrily sucking on your nipples. He filled you up so good, worshipped your tits so well, you almost regretted all the times you’d kissed him over the years and it had never gone any further.

But as soon as that thought popped into your mind, you pushed it aside. 

It was a beautiful, perfect summer day, and you were spending it with your best friend, Bucky Barnes. You decided right then that everything had happened just as it was meant to, that things had progressed between you and Bucky when you were both ready. 

And, in that moment, you were ready for even more. 

“Bucky,” you whined, rolling your hips and testing the feeling of his cock inside you. The stinging stretch of him first pushing all the way inside had waned, and your body was begging for friction—it was begging for completion. 

However, your best friend seemed perfectly content to ignore your pussy for the time being, and focus his entire attention on your tits. He made a muffled sound against your sternum, so you tugged on his hair until he lifted his head, resting his chin between your breasts while he looked up at you. 

“I wanna bounce on it,” you said, pouting down at him, your nails raking through his soft hair. 

A grin flickered at the edges of Bucky’s mouth before it stole across his handsome face. His blue eyes were bright and sparkling with affection and lust as he stared at you, almost like he was in awe of you. 

Suddenly, he surged up, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss that stole the breath from your lungs, licking into your mouth and laying claim to your body, mind and soul. 

“You worked so hard to take all of me inside you, baby, and now you just want to fuck and finish so soon?” he asked teasingly. 

His tone was bordering on patronizing in such a way that had your pussy pulsing around his cock. Your body’s reaction made him grin again, a soft chuckle ghosting over your lips and teasing you with the peachy taste of his breath.

“Why don’t you just sit pretty in my lap, sunshine. Let me worship your perfect tits while you keep my cock nice and warm,” he rumbled, his lips brushing against your cheek while he groped your breasts in his rough, calloused hand. “You wanna be a good cocksleeve for daddy, don’t you, baby?”

You didn’t. You wanted Bucky to fuck you. 

After all that time spent stretching your pussy open on his cock, you wanted Bucky to pound into you until you came on his hard length. You wanted your release so badly, your body yearned for it. 

But you supposed you could be good—for him. Still, you huffed a petulant sound, wanting to tell Bucky what you really wanted. Instead, you just pouted at your best friend and mumbled, “Yes, daddy.”

Bucky laughed like he could read your thoughts all over your face and knew exactly what you really wanted to say, but he didn’t call you out on it. He kissed you slowly, more decadently, rewarding you for your good behavior with the teasing slide of his tongue past your lips.

“That’s my girl,” he purred, brushing one last sweet kiss to your lips before leaning back. 

His sparkling blue eyes raked slowly down your body, and you could only imagine the disheveled and debauched image you presented. 

Your hair was undoubtedly mussed from the constant breeze on the water, your makeup a mess from the tears you’d shed and all the kisses you’d shared, and your dress was all askew. The hem was bunched up around your waist, and the neck pulled down until it pushed your tits up, as if in offering to your best friend.

You must’ve looked like a debased mess, but Bucky stared at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. He looked at you with so much naked devotion, you couldn’t help the warmth that filled your heart in the face of his hungry, affectionate gaze. 

A soft smile curved the edges of your lips, and Bucky ducked forward, as if he couldn’t stop himself from stealing one more kiss from your pretty mouth. 

“Sit back and enjoy the beautiful, perfect summer day, sunshine,” Bucky rumbled, echoing what he’d said to you when he’d helped you onto the sailboat earlier that afternoon and led you to the seating area. His eyes had sparkled just as much then, but they were filled with much more hunger now. “Let me take care of you.”

With those words, Bucky eased you back again, holding your body securely in his arms as his mouth dropped down to your chest. He pressed wet, suckling kisses into your soft flesh, his rough stubble dragging over your sensitive skin as he feasted on your tits. 

Your arms wrapped loosely around Bucky’s shoulders, sure that your best friend would never let you fall, and sank into the feeling of his mouth on your chest and his cock inside you. Tipping your face up toward the sky, you delighted in the warmth of the summer sunshine and let your mind go quiet as your body melted into the pleasure Bucky offered. 

Time seemed to slow and stretch like saltwater taffy, losing all meaning as you stayed present in the moment. All that mattered was Bucky’s cock filling you up so perfectly, and his mouth lazily suckling on one of your nipples before trailing kisses to the other and giving it the same treatment. 

It all felt so good, suffusing your body in a heat that had only a little to do with the sun shining down on Bucky’s sailboat. You let yourself get lost in warm pleasure, your body bound to Bucky’s where his cock was buried inside you, both of you rocking gently with the subtle waves of the water. 

Finally, after an indeterminable amount of time, Bucky sat back, pulling you with him until you lay sprawled and boneless against his chest. Your head rested on his shoulder, your face pressed into his warm neck, breathing in the salt and sunshine on his golden skin. 

“Feeling good, sunshine?” he asked softly, brushing a kiss to your forehead. You could feel the smile on his lips and it made your mouth curve as a happy contentment filled your heart.   

“Sooo good, Bucky,” you mumbled, squirming your hips to cuddle closer to him. The movement made his big cock shift inside you, and you let out a soft moan. “Can you fuck me now, daddy?” you asked in a sweet, almost sleepy, voice, even as your body was coming to life from the pleasure pulsing between your thighs.

“Of course, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his hands sliding down to your ass and scooping you up. He lifted your loose, pliant body enough that he could buck his hips and fuck up into you. 

The first, deep thrust had pleasure lighting up your entire body, every nerve ending sizzling to life, and an obscene moan spilled from your lips. After all that time sitting on his cock, you couldn’t believe how good it felt to move, but it was transcendent, tingles of pleasure racing through your body when he thrust up again.

Your muscles tensed, your pussy clenching down hard around Bucky’s cock when the tip brushed against a spot inside you that made you see stars. You got enough control of your body that were able to help him, lifting yourself up and dropping back down, impaling your pussy on his thick cock while he fucked you from below.

“You were such a good girl, sunshine, such a pretty little cocksleeve for daddy, keeping my cock so warm while I worshipped your tits,” Bucky huffed, his chest heaving as he helped you bounce on his cock. “Ya gonna let me cum inside that tight hole, baby—ya want daddy to fill you up and make you his pretty little cumdump?”

“Oh god, yes, please, daddy,” you begged, moaning and lifting your hips higher so you could drop down harder on Bucky’s cock. 

Your nails dug into Bucky’s shoulders and you tugged on his shirt until he got the hint and yanked it off over his head. You leaned in, pressing your bare tits against his warm, golden chest, giving him even more room to fuck into you, which he took advantage of. 

“Oh fuck, that feels so good, Bucky,” you cried, your face pressed against his cheek, panting into his stubbled jaw while he pounded into you. You were hurtling toward your release, and you knew it was going to be devastating. “It’s—oh god, it’s too much, daddy, I can’t!” 

“Shhh, you can take it, baby,” Bucky soothed, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. “You’re such a good cocksleeve—taking daddy’s thick cock like such a good girl.” He huffed, his breath brushing your ear and making you shiver. “Rub that little clit, sunshine, wanna feel you cum on my dick before your tight hole makes me lose it.”

You could hardly think, but you managed to slip your hand down Bucky’s chest and between your thighs. You rubbed your clit, just like he told you, and your pussy clamped down hard on his cock, like you didn’t want him to leave. A whine slipped from your lips as your hips fell out of rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s it, sunshine, make yourself feel good while daddy fucks your tight hole,” Bucky rasped, the filthy words spilling from his mouth with no end in sight. “Make yourself cum, pretty girl, be a good cocksleeve and cum all over daddy’s big, fat dick. Gonna fill you up, make you my own personal cumdump, fill your belly with daddy’s cum.” 

Between Bucky’s dirty mouth, his thick cock ruthlessly fucking into you, and your slick fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit, it was all too much—the pleasure was too much. It sent you careening over the edge and you came with a sharp, piercing cry that echoed across the water. 

You shattered apart, barely aware of the obscene sounds you were making as your body shook with tremors under the onslaught of pleasure. Still, instinctively you clung on tight to your best friend, your free hand curling around the back of his neck. 

He held you just as tightly, his hands gripping your hips in an almost bruising grasp as he held you and chased his own release while you were still overcome with yours.

Bucky rutted up into you, shoving his cock into your clenching pussy and grunting his own pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he followed you over the edge. Burying his face in your chest, he groaned his release into your skin, and you felt the sound of his pleasure rattle through your lungs. 

Your best friend pulled you down hard onto his lap, so his cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his hard length throbbing in your tight heat while he came. He spilled rope after rope of warm cum deep in your cunt, both of you moaning as he filled you up just like he’d promised. 

His release set off another wave of pleasure in your body, and you shuddered. His arms tightened around you, holding you close while your bodies rocked together, fucking you through your release and his.

Once he’d recovered a little, Bucky searched blindly for your mouth and you came together for a messy kiss, your bodies writhing as you reveled in your pleasure together. 

The gentle rocking of the boat lulled you both as you came down from your peaks together, the sun warming your cooling bodies. When a breeze brushed teasingly against all your bare skin and you shivered, Bucky slowed the kiss. 

He pressed his forehead to yours, a grin hitched on his face as he watched your tits bounce lightly while you caught your breath. 

“Y’alright, sunshine?” he asked. His voice was a little ragged and you couldn’t help smirking at how undone your best friend looked and sounded. It made it all the easier to be honest with him.

“I’m ok,” you said. You had to bite back a giggle before you said your next words, though some of your laughter still seeped into your voice. “But I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”

Huffing a soft laugh, Bucky kissed you, quick and hard. “But it was worth it, right?” he asked when he pulled back, his bright blue eyes searching your face, as if looking for any trace of regret in your expression.

His search was for naught though, because you only felt happy and content and satisfied with your decision to take your relationship with your best friend to a new level. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to be flippant, to make some teasing comment about how he should make you cum again before you gave him an answer. But you knew Bucky well enough that you could hear the thread of vulnerability in his tone. 

Your lips curved into a soft smile and you leaned forward, brushing your kiss-swollen lips against Bucky’s before you pulled back and looked him in the eye, letting him see the honesty in yours.

“It was worth it, Buck, I’m happy we did this—I’ve wanted you for a long time,” you admitted, voicing the words you’d been too scared to say out loud for so long.

Bucky grinned, his hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling your face close to his. “I’ve wanted you for so long, too, sunshine,” he murmured, teasing you with light kisses before continuing on. “But I’m glad it happened now, it felt like the perfect time.”

You didn’t bother to bite back your smile, and you opened your mouth, intent on telling Bucky you’d had a similar thought earlier, but his lips captured yours and you decided to deepen the kiss instead. 

You kissed your best friend slowly and sweetly, both of you pouring your hearts into the slide of your mouths. 

When the kiss ended, you sat back and smiled at your best friend. “Y’know, I’m really glad you invited me sailing,” you said, your smile widening into a grin when Bucky laughed.

“Me too, sunshine, me too.”

You stayed in Bucky’s lap, his half-hard cock buried inside your pussy, until you couldn’t ignore the twinge in your hips from sitting in the same position for so long. He helped ease you onto the bench seat, and fixed your dress before getting a towel to clean you up as much as possible. 

By the time the sun was dipping low in the sky, Bucky had begun steering the sailboat back toward the docks. 

You were curled up on the bench seat, nibbling on some remaining crackers and watching your best friend work the ropes, admiring the way the muscles in his arms and chest flexed deliciously and thinking about how perfect the day had been. 

Once the boat was docked, Bucky helped you back to shore, sliding his arm around your waist and keeping you steady when your legs wobbled beneath you. Laughing and burying your face in his chest, you stumbled alongside him back to the car. 

He drove you back to his place, where you had dinner before tumbling into bed together. Bucky showed you all over again how worth it it was to take him inside you, whispering words of filthy praise in your ear as he made you come undone all over again.

All in all, it was a beautiful, perfect summer day with your best friend, Bucky Barnes. 

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Nerdy Bucky is a new fave of mine 🥵 he’s so cute and helpless 😅

nerd bucky is stressed out over finals while cheerleader reader takes care of him 😉

copied straight from notes app. also i found a bunch of young seb gifs that are perf for nerdy bucky! minors dni

bucky’s buried under a mountain of textbooks, highlighters scattered like casualties of war, hair sticking up in directions. glasses perched precariously on his nose, he mutters furiously at an equation that looks like pure gibberish. “no, that can’t be right…”

bucky himself is hunched over with his glasses slipping down his nose. "no, no, that derivative is wrong, it has to be, unless the coefficient is… is…" he trails off.

then a soft knock on the door. he flinches. "nat, i swear, if it's about the–"

"guess again, genius."

your voice cuts through. he whirls around in his desk chair.

and there you are, leaning against his doorframe in your cheer uniform with a steaming travel mug in one hand and a blueberry muffin in a paper bag in the other.

absolute sunshine incarnate invading his storm cloud.

"h-hey," he stammers, immediately looking down, fumbling with a highlighter. "you… you didn’t have to… finals week… it’s… chaos…"

"exactly why i’m here," you announce, walking in and kicking the door shut with your sneaker. you place the mug and muffin on the only clear corner of his desk. "it's your personal fuel. black coffee, extra strong, just how you like it. and brain food." you gesture to the muffin.

then, your eyes sweep over the disaster zone – the equations, his shaky hands, the panic radiating off him.

"you look like you’re about to spontaneously combust, barnes."

"f-feels like it," he huffs, pushing his glasses up with a knuckle shove only for them to slide back down. "this problem set… it’s… it’s evil. pure evil."

"uh-huh," you reply, not even glancing at the textbook.

instead, you step right into his space. before he can process what’s happening, you’re turning the chair slightly, your hands landing on his shoulders. "scoot back," you instruct gently.

"wh-what? i… i really need to…" he starts, confusion warring with the blush spreading down his neck.

you don’t wait. effortlessly, you swing one leg over his lap and settle yourself down, straddling him right there in the desk chair. you loop your arms loosely around his neck.

bucky freezes. his eyes dart everywhere – the ceiling, the wall, your shoulder – anywhere but your face.

"w-what are you… i… i have to finish this…" he protests, turning into a mumble halfway.

"shhh," you soothe, pressing a soft kiss to his furrowed forehead, right between his brows. "taking a break, remember? five minutes."

"c-can’t," he whines, though he makes no move to push you away. his hands hover awkwardly near your hips. "i have deadline… midnight… it’s… it’s impossible…"

"nothing’s impossible with your genius brain," you counter, brushing your lips against his temple. then the tip of his nose. "except maybe surviving finals without losing your mind." you kiss his cheek this time. "breathe, bucky." another kiss, this time on the corner of his jaw. "deep breaths."

he lets out a shaky exhale, his rigid posture softening infinitesimally. "y-you’re distracting me," he accuses. his hands finally settle on your waist, hesitant.

"that’s the whole point, sweetheart," you murmur, your lips finding his other cheek. you feel the frantic pulse in his neck beneath your lips. "your brain’s fried. you’re staring at symbols and not seeing them. jus'.. just five minutes with me."

"d-don’t wanna," he mumbles stubbornly, though he tilts his head slightly, giving you better access. it's a small, unconscious action while your lips brush his skin again. "gotta… gotta solve it…"

"it’ll still be there," you promise, leaning back just enough to cup his face. his eyes, stressed behind his glasses, finally lock onto yours.

you see the panic, exhaustion, and something warm and flustered reserved only for your eyes. "look at me. not the evil math." you press another kiss to his forehead. "five minutes. just us. no integrals, no derivatives. just… this."

he swallows hard. the panicked energy seems to seep out of him, replaced by a different kind – a softer, warmer tension. centered entirely on where your bodies connect.

"...o-okay," he breathes. his hands tighten almost imperceptibly on your waist, pulling you closer. "f-five minutes." he rests his forehead against yours for a second. "just… just this."

you smile, and press a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. "good boy," you whisper, settling comfortably against him. the calculus problem glares accusingly from the desk, forgotten for now.

see but that's the thing.

you'd forgotten you were talking to james buchanan barnes. so just when you thought he was gonna let it go, he doesn't.

so now he’s hunched over his desk, knee jackhammering up and down.

"no—no, no, fuck, no—" he grits out, eyes burning holes into a calculus problem that might as well be written in hieroglyphics.

his other hand claws through his hair, leaving it standing in wild tufts.

finals were a slow-motion execution.

then your palms settle high up on his thighs.

he jerks, pen skittering across the page, ink smearing. blinking down in disbelief, he finds you kneeling between his spread legs, looking up at him with that familiar curve to your lips.

you're convinced he didn't even feel you climbing under his desk, spreading his legs open.

"w-what’re you—" he stammers, looking down but makes no effort to push you away. "i’m—i’m swamped, i gotta—"

"shhh," your fingers glide slowly up the soft inner seam of his worn pants. "keep working."

a sound escapes him. "i—i can’t—"

"sure you can," you counter, leaning in impossibly closer. your breath ghosts over the fabric covering his thigh before your lips brush the same spot.

"just focus. i’m not distracting you." your eyes hold his, innocently.

his breath shudders prominently, still looking down at you. "you’re literally—"

your fingers hook into the waistband before he can finish. one tug and his sweats and boxers are down just enough, freeing his cock. it's flushed and straining against his stomach. the audacity of you kneeling there makes it twitch slightly.

"oh god," he whimpers. his head thuds back against the desk chair, exposing the pulse in his throat.

"nuh-uh," you chide softly. "eyes on the paper, genius. you’ve got work to do." you don’t move your hand away, letting your fingers rest possessively low on his abdomen.

he tries, he really does, forcing his eyes back to the textbook as the symbols swimming meaninglessly. his fingers claw at the chair arms. "this is mean," he accuses, again. "cruel and—"

your tongue swipes a long, wet stripe from base to tip.

"f-fuck—!" his hips fight the involuntarily thrust up. his elbows slam down on the desk, trying to control himself and the textbook slides a bit, nearly falling. "that’s—that’s cheating—"

"mm, is it?" you hum before you sealing your lips around the swollen head. you suck, gently, hollowing your cheeks just so. "thought you were supposed to be deriving something."

one hand flies off the chair arm to tangle desperately in your hair, fingers twisting in the strands. "i was—"

you sink down, taking more of him, your tongue swirls a relentless pattern along the thick vein underneath. his head thrashes back against the chair again. "oh my god," he gasps. "you’re—you’re evil—pure concentrated evil—"

you pull off with a pop, just enough to look at him. "and yet, you’re not stopping me." your hand wraps around the base your mouth can’t reach, giving a twisting stroke.

he whines, hips lifting in desperate thrusts against your grip. "c-can’t—" the admission torn from him. "too good—can’t think—"

"exactly," you say before you swallow him down again, deeper.

your rhythm shifts, bobbing your head with devastating slowness as your tongue presses flat on every upstroke, your hand works a tight counterpoint below where you can't reach.

the wet, sucking sounds fill his room, louder than his breathing and his free hand scrabbles blindly across the desk. "fuck, fuck. i'm gonna-gonna—" he chokes. "gonna fail my fucking final—gonna cum—"

you laugh around him, making his whole body seize in pleasure. "worth it," you hum, before redoubling your efforts. your pace quickens, your suction and hand grows tighter, fist pumping in sync.

he cries out your name, like it's ripped from his chest. he just absolutely shatters, spilling deep in your throat as he gasps, blinking at the water-stained ceiling like he’s run a marathon.

you pull off slowly, licking your lips clean slowly, still looking at the aftershocks running through him. then you rest your chin lightly on his thigh like a the picture of innocence.

"...so," you say softly. "still stressed?"

he lets out a laugh, more breath than sound, fingers driftinf down to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, impossibly gentle.

"you’re.. crazy, sweet girl," he mumbles. but a smile curves his lips, smoothing the lines from his face, and his thumb traces the curve of your bottom lip.

much later, he finally, somehow, scribbles the last answer (with many frustrated sighs and blushing glances your way), he pulls you back onto his lap.

he buries his face in the curve of your neck, his arms banding so tight around your waist like he’ll never let go.

"next time," he mutters, "after the exam. swear to god."

[sunday-bug]

Bucky: I hate bullies. I would give them all a taste of my vibranium fist if I could.

Walker: You bully me every day.

Bucky: That’s different. You deserve it.

[sunday-bug]

Literally same

I need Sebastian Stan to know I'm only 12 years younger than him

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Thank you for shouting out Petals & Pizza! I’m glad you liked it.

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The Reading Rooms

Previous weeks Masterlist

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The List

I warn you. This is going to be quite a list. I just had to scroll for about twenty years to get to the last list before my vacation. Should I use a hashtag for my own sanity? Yes, yes I should. Will I? 🤷‍♀️ Meh. Had a wonderful time off, packed my queue full of fics for you - both mine and other peoples so I hope you enjoyed them - especially Stockings which... well, I might have gotten a little carried away! Now I'm back I'm working super hard on my series. Hoping to get a new chapter of For Your Consideration out this week 🙌

We read on kiddos. This is gonna take a while 🙈

Bucky Barnes

dry humping chubby Bucky? Yes please and thank YOU @buckyalpine

Needy Baby by @buckyseternaldoll was sooo hot and cute!

Pregnant Mornings by @jamesbuckybarnesandnoble was super hot and super sweet.

High Score by @tuiccim is an oldie but hooooly shit it's a goodie!!

Like Mafia!Bucky? Check out The Diamond in His Den by @orellazalonia - and if you have any more Mafia recs, send 'em my way!

@firelilyfox wants to know are you flirting or starting a fight? and the banter was ON POINT! Then, there was damsel in not so much distress which was also excellent!

Bella Notte by @wildflowersandvibranium was a gorgeous little boy dad Bucky drabble 🥰 and more than skin was such a sweet drabble too. Oooh (can you tell I do this totally on the fly, btw?!) SO was Ice, Ice Baby Don't Fall! So fun, so cute - LOVED the setting!

does that taste good? by darling Skittle, @mrsbuckybarnes1917 was phewwww NO NOTES 🙌

TRUSTFALL TRUSTFALL TUSTFALL TRUSTFALL TRUSTFALL - you need - no, you MUST read Trustfall! @azriona is boss-level when it comes to cliffhangers. I binged the first few chapters which are all amazing, there are twice weekly updates and Az is a champion fic supporter so show her all of your love!

(Pregnancy) Cravings by @buckybarnes82 was totally gorgeous! And so was the lovely, lovely ice-cream and ambushed feelings 🥰

Petals and Pizza by our glorious @sunday-bug was theee sweetest, funniest, cutest little story. I loved it so so much, and LOVED the addition of Ava!

For Your Ears Only by @imtaashu was just so perfect 🤌 The playlist titles?! 😭😭😭 Oh my god, this Bucky was the cutest. I love him.

I've got You Baby by @whitedarkmoonflower 🥵🥵 Like, the perfect combo of hot and sweet and just inject it into by eyeballs please 👍

The Not Just Friends (Intro) from @navybrat817 was heart-breaking 😭😭. Poor FWB Bucky 🥺

Dream a Little Dream of Me and the companion piece For All of Time by @bullet-prooflove were both so gorgeous!

I can handle you (no I can't) by @imnotjustreadingg was HOT! No notes, just amazingness!

Dee - @dreamwritesimagines - is back from vacation too and she brought a new chapter of Declassified! Ohhh how I've missed this series!

Fucking Hazelnuts by @figtreesandmoonlight was so sweet and lovely 😭

Emotionally, physically, frequently, and the companion piece Ten Minutes is Too Damn Long by @knowledgeableknitter were both 5 Star amazingness - the second part - 🥵🥵🥵 Please. Please.

@cloverchapters Sticky Note series is super cute!

The Domestic Clause by @vunblr - that first chapter is amazing - I can't wait for more!!

Sex in an Elevator with a Congressman? Don't mind if I do, @themareverine 🥵🥵🥵 I'll take approx 115 follow-up drabbles, please? Yes?! 😘

Put My Dog Tags Back On by @pleasantlycrazyworld was DELICIOUS!! Unfortunately I couldn't reblog it for some weird Tumblr reason. But you still need to read it!

Chris Beck

Get in losers, we're all back on the Chris Beck bandwagon! Google tells me that three minutes of screentime is enough for us to suitably fall in love with the gorgeous space doctor. I don't make the rules. Anyway! I've got a couple of Chris Beck fics AND now @themareverine is writing Rocket Man!

Steve Rogers

A lingering summer morning by @witchywithwhiskey was soooo lovely 🥹

Clark Kent

Have I seen the movie? No. I have not. Am I reading fics anyway cos most of my moots have a new blorbo and I'll read literally EVERYTHING they write? YES!

Mornings with You by @writing-for-marvel was gorgeous!

Other Goodies

Em's ( @writing-for-marvel ) Lantern Reblog Challenge wrapped up, and with it came some amazing masterlists packed FULL of wonderful things to read. Check out the list of lists here!

Happy reading you lovely beauties! I'm going to do some writing! 🎉

[sunday-bug]

You are seriously too kind omg 😭

I’m glad you liked it 🫶🏻

Fic Recs

Last Updated: 8/4/25

MARVEL:

BUCKY BARNES winter soldier, congressman barnes

(The list got too long so it has its own post.)

JOHN WALKER us agent

John Walker x Thunderbolt!reader @bruisedboys

Short Straw @wintersarge John Walker being the epitome of John Walker.

Not Together Just In The Same Bed @superbpiratesandwich Soft and sweet Walker

STEVE ROGERS captain america

Notes on Napkins @buckysleftbicep Steve x f!Barista!Reader

BOB REYNOLDS sentry

Collide Like Two Stars @babybl00s NSFW 18+

JOAQUIN TORRES lieutenant, falcon

En Espanol @geminiwritten NSFW 18+ Joaquin, the flirty man that you are!

NON-MARVEL:

CLARK KENT superman

To Whom It May Concern @cursedheartsclub NSFW 18+ The kind of secret admirer you can only dream about.

Daddy Doesn’t Wear A Cape @hangmanwrites *SERIES* Clark Kent is such a girl dad !!

STEVE KEMP fresh

Surrender To Me @sunday-bug A literary masterpiece