#his name is.. fuck what'd the gang name him again

[buggoblin2]

new oc check!!! (hes a fucking menace to society)

[fleuraimer]

Something with dumbification, please!! Anything from the smut starters would be amazing

oooh ok coming right up! kinda made my own prompt/au for this so hope u like nonnie <333

wc: 1.6k

cw: smut. minors dni. 17+. alcohol consumption. d/s dynamics. oral (m receiving). dacryphilia. degradation&dumbification kink. pet name bunny. pls lmk if i missed anything!!

Y/N never thought she'd find herself intertwined with the likes of a biker gang.

They say love makes people do crazy things, though.

"C'mere, Bunny!" Bucky shouts over the commotion swirling through his house, cold neck of a beer bottle clutched in his large, tattooed hand. She glances at him from her spot by the television, where she'd been conversing with the other girlfriends' and female members. Though, suddenly their once riveting topic of conversation is no longer interesting to her.

She knuckles out of her position sat between Peggy, Steve's girl, and Natasha, another member, on the couch with a half-hearted mumble of departure—a departure met with hootin' and hollerin' from her girls', cheering her on in her rousing endeavors. She throws them a desperate look over her shoulder, something that surely reads as please, shut the hell up. They snicker amongst themselves, but otherwise leave her be.

The excitement running through Y/N's body—butterflies with flower petals for wings, fluttering—blooming—soft in her stomach, strays squeezing their way into her throat, stuttering her words—is solely a product of the man beckoning her. She's practically skipping over to his place by the pool table, cue clasped in the hand not holding his beer.

Her enthusiasm is decidedly muted, no less—forcibly subdued—when her approach comes to stop in front of him, hands cradled behind her back, lashes fluttering with her demure gaze peering up at him from underneath. She bites her lip to suppress a giddy smile.

"Hi, Bucky," she mumbles to him as his fist—fingers still clutching the neck of the bottle—moves to her waist, along the side, up to the expanse of her back over her cherry red, tight blouses, through the space between her arms and arching back. He tugs her into him, making her stumble over her feet—legs like Bambi's, just like her eyes, button nose, and pretty, sweet lips—and fall into his chest. Her fingers unfurl from behind her back to swing in front and grip at his pecs, steadying herself there.

He smiles down at her, fond, "Hi, Bunny."

They're pulled from their little bubble when a hand shoves into Bucky's broad shoulder.

"C'mon, Dude, y'brought her over here to help us, not eye-fuck 'er in front of everyone," his pool partner, Sam, groans exasperatedly, though her throws Y/N a sly wink over Bucky's shoulder. She smiles, and shakes her head at his pointless antics.

Bucky sets his drink, harder than necessary, on the ledge of the pool table. Starts to turn, with this ridged, irate look in his eye that has Y/N bringing her hands up to keep his shifting shoulders facing her, not keen to wipe blood from his knuckles.

"He's teasin'," she whispers to him, right hand sliding up the thick of his neck, to his ticked jaw to cradle, thumb soothing over his chiseled cheek. He barely flits his gaze to her's before he's trying to spin out of her hold again—iron-clad, surprisingly, for someone so Bambi-like.

"He's fuckin'—"

"Teasin'," she says again, firmer this time. She brings his eyes back to her's, "What'd you need me for?" Bucky looks at her with that same indignant spark, merely dulled, and his shoulders sag with defeat.

"What was it y'was tellin' me 'bout the other day, the law of— 'f inflection?"

Y/N snorts, smile curling at the edges of her lips, but she can't help the flutter in her heart at his words. He'd been listening, remebered even—incorrectly, but, it's the thought that counts—what she was talking about when she'd been prattling on and on, mindlessly, about her latest physics assignment.

"The Law of Reflection?" She mutters up to him. He nods cartoonishly, and her smile widens. She reaches for his pool cue, "May I?"

He offers her the cue and then lifts his hands in surrender, smirk hinting at his mouth. "S'all yours, Bunny."

She takes the cue and turns on her heel to face the pool table, unfazed by the many eyes surrounding her, watching the game between Sam and Bucky, and Steve and Tony unfold.

"The Law of Reflection states that when light reflects off a smooth surface, the angle of reflection is equal to the angle of incidence," she assesses the position of each pool ball still sat on the table. "Stripes?" she mutters to her biker, getting a rumbling grunt in response. She nods, and bends to lean against the table, lining the cue up with a ball. "In other words, if you hit the ball into the ledge at a 60 degree angle—" she shuts one eyelid, focuses on the projection in her mind, mumbles just loud enough for those around her to hear, "—it should bounce back off at the same angle," and gives the ball a sure nudge. It rolls into the side of the pool table at said 60 degree angle, and bounces off the exact same way, opposite direction, directly into the middle left pocket. She smiles to herself, and stands to her full height, "Simple."

It was most certainly not simple, if the confounded looks gracing the faces of every biker listening to her mini lesson is anything to go off of. She only cares about one biker, though, and turns to face him immediately after finishing her presentation.

"Y'get it?" she chirps, going where Bucky guides her as he wraps his arm back around her waist, pulling the pool cue from her hand.

"Yeah, Bun, I got it," he smiles at her, pressing a kiss into her temple. He doesn't get it, but he knows if he drags her over here next week to do it all again, she'd explain it with that same pretty smile on her face. "Smart girl, is that what them fancy college courses been teachin' you?"

She smiles sheepishly, nods.

He drops his head down to her height, lips to the shell of her ear. "Tryna make me look stupid n'front 'f my boys?"

The deepness of the infliction of his tone—something reserved for her, dark and in need a satiating, raw and searching for a place to reside, a cave of refuge, a hole—heightens her senses and makes them all fuzzy in the same moment.

Her lashes flutter, eyelids suddenly heavy.

"N— No, Bucky! Never."

"Hmm," he hums, dismissive. The hand pressed to the small of her back slips lower, down to the swell of her plush ass, gripping, squeezing. "You'll jus' have't make it up t'me later, won't you, Bunny?" He knocks his knuckle under her chin, pool cue shifted as far from her face as possible, to make her look at him.

She nods, eyes flitting down to his soft lips. "Yes, Sir."

He pats her bottom twice, "Good girl, now go back there to y'girl's, Bunny, and sit pretty f'me."

——

On her knees, hands folded behind her back, with his cock shoved down her throat, is how she makes it up to him.

"Tell me, Bunny," he grunts, fingers dug into her scalp, dragging her mouth along his tongue, spit-slicked lips sucking, spit-soaked tongue petting, laving against the girth of his shaft, stretching the corners of her mouth, straining.

"Hmph hmm," she noises, eyes wet and lashes clumpy. He yanks her off with a stinging tug to her hair. Webs of drool cling from her mouth to the length of his cock as she pants, hiccoughs short breaths and claws into the flesh of her forearms. "Don' 'member, Sir," she whines, reaching to slip his cock back between her lips. He keeps her off by his grip in her hair, smirks all mean like when the tears bordering her lash line leak down to her rosy cheeks.

"Don' remember?" he croons, pressing a thumb past her parted lips. "C'mon, Bunny, think f'me—what happened to my smart girl?" She whimpers, melting into his hold, allowing him to move her—control her, like a puppeteer, fingers tangled in strings, steering their toy.

"Can't!" She cries after a brief moment of thought.

"Yes, you can," he groans, pulling her sweet, crying face into his cock, hips canting up to smear her pouting lips over the swollen, ruddy tip. "Tell me, Bun, tell me what y'been learnin' in all those fancy classes a'yours."

Her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter, tongue unfurling from her mouth, lapping at his hard cock. He moves a hand down to smack her cheek, not soft but not hard, just enough to bring her back.

"Fuckin' tell me, Bunny."

"Don' know!" she whines, lips downturned in a frown. "S'too hard, Sir, I don' know, can'— I can't—"

"Shh, shh shh," Bucky hushes her, reaffirming his grip in her scalp with one hand and fitting his other one to the curve of her jaw, bringing her back down on his cock, tip forced between her blubbering lips. He watches as the thick length of him disappears inside her soft, hot little mouth, groans long and low and deep as he sinks into her throat, head tossed back and Adam's apple bobbing as her button nose nuzzles into the sparse trail of hair at his navel. "Dumb Bunny," he mumbles sweetly as his head rolls forward, eyes fluttering to his smart, cockdrunk girl on her knees for him. "Little, useless thing, only good f'takin' m'cock in all y'tight holes, yeah?"

She gurgles something incoherent against him—mouth drooling, leaking over him, pooling at his full balls—that has his hips stuttering, cock forced farther (if that's even possible) down her throat while he moans from the vibrations of it, rocking through him, from the tip of his cock to the tips of his toes.

"Shit!" he curses, chest starting to shake with a soft laugh. "S'a good girl; forget y'fancy homework but y'always r'member how't suck m'cock, don'chu Baby?"

She nods from under his oppressing grasp on her hair.

He snorts, "Yeah, my dumb fuckin' bunny."

——

a/n: bang! bang! slumber party continues!! hope u like :))

not edited/proofread!!

[metalbuckaroo]

Sweet Pea Pt. 5

Summary: Your father is the leader of a biker gang, you got out and moved away, years later you return searching someone out with only one person to turn to. (I suck at summaries sorry)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, lil fluffy, lil angsty, tobacco use, oral (m receiving), light praise kink, 18+ ONLY

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Fem Reader

AN: Requests and asks are always open! Reblog and feed back appreciated!

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

SWEET PEA MASTERLIST

GIF NOT MINE

"Fuck! Fucking shit!" You cursed, kicking at the parking block in front of Bucky's truck, where you had been pacing since you walked out of the jail a few minutes before.

Bucky chuckled at your frustrated state and place a hand on your back. "Hey, Sugar. Don't take it out on the poor the wheel stopper."

Raking your hands through your hair from aggravation, you stepped away from him and sucked in a sharp breath. "The money is gone, Bucky. I'm fucked. I don't have a job."

Realization hit and you leaned your back against the grill of his truck, putting your face into your hands. "Oh, fuck. I don't have a job."

"You're not fucked, sweet pea. Just stay here, I can get you a job at the bar." Bucky offered, making you glare at. "I'm not staying. As soon as we get back to town I'm leaving."

He flicked his cigarette to the dirt and slowly exhaled the smoke as he stepped closer to you, his broad frame towering over you.

Looking at him through your eyelashes, you waited for what he was going to say next. "Spend one last day with me. Not at a party, or a bar."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and held your wrists, rubbing small circles against your skin with his thumbs.

"Get some food to-go from the diner and I'll take you to our old spot. New York can wait one more day."

You shook your head at him, pulling your wrists from his hands to cross your arms over your chest. "J.B. if this is your way of getting me to stay-"

You stopped when he placed his cool metal fingers under your chin to tilt your head up. "No, no. Just wanna spend one more day with my girl before I have to say goodbye."

His next move was a breath taking kiss that made your head spin, his tongue slipping between your lips to press against yours.

You weren't sure what his angle was, but you weren't going to give into it.

"I'm not your girl." You mumbled against his lips.

He hummed when he pulled away, hands moving to hold the sides of your neck. "Until you leave you are. So, for now, get in the truck."

The ride back to town was silent, besides the quiet music coming from the radio and soft taps Bucky's metal fingers made against the steering wheel occasionally.

You were trying to rack through your thoughts, figure out what the hell you were going to do when you got back to New York.

The money had been dispersed to different people your father owed, the rest spent at various liquor stores and motels.

"Drunk bastard." You murmured to yourself, letting your head fall back against the headrest. "You'll figure it out, Doll." Bucky said, jamming the truck in park when he pulled in a parking spot outside the diner.

"Your order still the same?"

One nod from you and he reached his arm through the rolled down window to pull the outside handle. "You really should fix your door handle, its been broke for 3 years."

"Why would I do that when there's a perfectly good one on the outside of the door?" He joked before walking to the door of the diner.

You got your phone out and debated on whether you would unblock his number or not, staring down at the screen.

Your thumb hovered over the red button beside his name, chewing your bottom lip as you thought it over.

There was always the choice of blocking it again if he pulled the stunt of blowing your phone up again like last time.

"Shit..." You breathed a heavy sigh and dropped the phone into your lap, rubbing your hands over your face. "Fucking Bucky."

"What'd I do?" He chuckled from the rolled down window. "Nothing."

He sat the food and drinks on the seat between you and patted your thigh. "Stop stressing."

You reached your hand into the bag to snag some fries as he pulled out of the parking spot, Bucky glancing at you.

"You better not think you're giving me the half empty fries, sweet pea." He chuckled as you ate the few in your hand. "Mind your business, Barnes."

"The fries are my business."

The distance to the small pond the two of you use to go to was short, not even 5 minutes from the diner.

You grabbed the food and Bucky got out to drop the tailgate, watching you struggle to lift yourself up on it. "No help needed, not at all." You snarked at him.

The corner of his lips tugged into a half smile as he joined you.

"Whatever happened to Sam?" You asked, looking out to the pond as the two of you ate. "He moved last year, comes back to visit sometimes though. Unlike somebody."

Rolling your eyes at him, you flipped him off. "Why did you leave like you did? I mean me, not town."

His jaw clenched and he turned his head to look at you. "Started to hurt too much when you'd flirt with other women..."

Your words cut deep, making his heart sink to his stomach and he shook his head. "I never meant anything by it. Just mindless, idiotic words." He shrugged.

"Except for when you acted on them."

He could see the light swell of tears coating your eyes and his face dropped. "Baby, it was one time."

You gently shook your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek and pursing your lips.

"Three." Was all you said, the hurt look on your face shattering Bucky's hard exterior.

He remembered the time on the road trip, but had completely forgotten about when Sam had caught him with his tongue down someone's throat at the bar and you were immediately told.

And the time he shamelessly danced with a girl at the bar, not even a month after you agreed to go from hooking up to being in a relationship.

You looked back to the pond and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, whispering a sorry into your hair.

Shaking your head,, you tried to lighten to mood with a better memory. "Remember when we went skinny dipping in this pond." You said with a sad laugh.

He frowned at the words. "A fish deep throated my toe." You let out a real laugh at that, rolling your eyes. "You're being dramatic, it swam over your foot."

"I definitely remember being toe knuckle deep in that fishes mouth."

"Shut up and eat your fries."

______

You expected to be dropped off at your dads apartment and Bucky to whine around about staying.

Not, him talking you into staying the night with him when he went to drop you off, then being pressed against the inside of his door with his tongue down your throat and your pants being jerked down your legs.

"Need you." He moaned, rocking his hips into your front as you bit a bruise at the base of his neck. "What happened to 'one last time'?" You teased, pulling him with you by his shirt towards the bed.

"I lied." He was quick to shed himself of his clothes as you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your shirt off.

The sight in front of you was glorious, his bicep flexing as he fisted over his dick a few times, he was like a perfectly carved statue.

You reached to grab his hips and tug him to stand closer in front of you, cock twitching as he thought over what you were about to do.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and glanced up at him, his pupils blown with lust, the darkened blue a barely visible ring around them.

A low groan from his chest added to the wetness between your legs as you pumped your hand, thumb rubbing over the tip to spread his precum.

"C'mon, baby. Wanna stuff your mouth." He panted, tangling his hand in the back of your hair.

Slowly, you took him in your mouth, tongue going flat around him to feel the bulging vein on the underside of his cock.

His moans came out in rasps, fingers clutching your hair so tight they had to have pulled a few strands out.

You massaged his thick thighs and continued to bob your head, making sure to hollow your cheeks and look up at him through your eyelashes with watery eyes when his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck... Keep looking at me, doll." He hissed, jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving. "Such a good girl, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

When you gently grazed your teeth along the vein he tugged your hair back. "S-stop. Don't wanna come yet." He breathed, pulling away from you with a pop.

He laid on his back and pulled you to straddle his hips. "Want you to ride me first, sweet pea."

In one fluid motion he filled you, both of you moaning at the sensation. His hands gripping your waist to press you down as far as you could and guide your hips in a grind.

You tried to bounce on him but he just pressed down to stop your movements. "No, no, baby. Not yet." He panted, face still flushed.

"Buck, please." You keen, leaning your hands against his chest. His grip loosened and he helped you bounce on him.

His hands moved to grope your chest, watching himself disappear inside of you again and again, moans falling freely from your lips as you chased your high.

"Just like that, babygirl, don't stop. Oh, god, don't stop." Bucky groaned, kneading your breasts as your head lulled forward, eyes closed and jaw slack.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence from the waves of pleasure, his words and praises sending shivers along your body, egging you on.

"So close." You whimpered, nails digging into his abdomen and walls clenching around him from the familiar sensation building up in the pit of your stomach.

"I know, doll. Be a good girl and come for me, I'm right behind you." He pressed small circles against your clit and your movements slowed, crying out his name like it was the only word you knew.

He cursed under his breath, digging his fingers into your hips to rock them against him, his hot release filling you.

"So fucking good." He hummed, barely audible over the ringing in your ears as he sat up to catch your lips in his and moan into your mouth.

The mixed release leaked down and coated the insides of your thighs, riding your highs out with soft, slow kisses. "Let me clean you up, sweet pea."

All you could do was nod, still trying to ground yourself as he laid you on your back before disappearing into the bathroom to come out moments later with a wet cloth.

After cleaning up, you slid under the covers and he pulled you to his chest.

You couldn't sleep, for the past hour you had been laying pressed front to front against Bucky, his metal arm draped over your waist and you gently tracing over his strong features as he slept, earning soft hums occasionally in return.

You had yet to figure out what the hell his angle was.

The Bucky you remembered was a cocky shithead with the highest libido you'd encountered and a handsome face to go with it. So, where the hell did this sweet, love making Bucky that hadn't even looked in another females direction, come from?

Although before, it wasn't always paced fucking, he'd never went as slow as he did earlier that morning the entire time.

He'd always try going slow then become feral from the soft sounds you made and absolutely ruin you.

Maybe going back to New York was going to be a bad idea. No job or money.

No Bucky.

You traced your thumb over his lips, leaning to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, finally admitting to yourself that you'd miss Bucky Barnes.