I Am A Libra And That’s Why I’m So Proud Of You

makes me wanna watch lord of the rings 🤭

A Very Horny Monday to you...

ahhh aspen!! thank you for this inspo, i hope you enjoy this kinda silly bit of smut (also i don't know if you're a lotr girlie but i hope this makes sense even for those who aren't!)

extended editions

pairing: friend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky has a completely new idea for how to settle an argument between the two of you

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, p in v sex, cockwarming, kissing, banter, tiny bit of overstimulation, arguments about the lord of the rings extended editions (don't come at me for the views expressed in this fic, i said what i said!!)

word count: 1.7k

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You don't know how it happened. One minute, you and Bucky were arguing over whether you should show someone who’d never seen Lord of the Rings the extended editions or the theatrical versions first. The next, your mouths were fused together and you were kissing like you needed the air from each other's lungs to survive. You didn't even know who kissed who first.

"All I'm saying is that the extended editions are too long for someone who's never seen it before," you said on a gasp when Bucky finally pulled away, picking up the loose thread of your argument exactly where you'd left off.

"But how can you really know if someone likes Lord of the Rings if they don't like the extended editions," Bucky shot back as he tore your shirt up and over your head, flinging it somewhere in his living room. He buried his face in the soft mounds of your tits and groaned happily. "Shit, why have we never done this before?"

Your fingers threaded through his soft brown hair, taking hold of him and pressing his face deeper against your chest while your head tipped back and you reveled in the rasp of his stubble against your soft skin. "Because we're friends, Bucky," you reminded him. 

"Right, right," he muttered against your chest. He nipped and sucked your skin between his teeth, peppering your tits with marks while you moaned and tried to press closer. "Seems to me that's exactly why we should've been doing this all along," Bucky grumbled to himself.

You were rocking your hips on Bucky's lap, seeking something without even properly knowing what, when your aching center connected with the hot, hard length of him in his jeans. "Bucky," you gasped and pressed down right there. Your skirt rode up around your spread thighs while you rubbed your slit against his bulge through the thin layer of your panties. 

"Fuck, baby, right there," Bucky groaned, his hands falling to your hips and holding you in his tight grip as he helped you rock against his erection.

You snorted. "'Baby'?" you asked on a scoff. "Way to make a girl feel special, Buck," you muttered, a hint of a pout appearing on your lips. 

Bucky tipped his head back, his chin resting on your sternum as he gave you a half-hearted glare. "You're rubbing your sweet cunt all over my cock, doll," he drawled, yanking you back and forth on his bulge to prove his point, making your mind go a little fuzzy with need. "Forgive me if I can't come up with a more creative pet name for my girl."

A smile curled your lips and you let out a pleased sound that almost sounded like a purr. "I like that," you murmured, your eyes falling closed as you rocked harder on Bucky.

"What? Doll?" he asked, kissing your neck between words. 

"No—I like you calling me your girl," you answered, your hands digging into Bucky's hair and dragging him up to kiss you. Just like your first kiss, it was all-consuming, the taste and the heat of Bucky's mouth sending you mind floating through space where all that mattered was pressing closer to him and pulling him deeper. 

"My girl," Bucky cooed on an exhale when the kiss ended. "My pretty girl, my sweet girl." His voice was sweet but his hands were rough, one wrapping around the back of your neck and the other holding your hip while he thrust up from below, pressing his hardness against your clit and making you cry out with pleasure.

"Please, Bucky, I need you inside me," you whimpered, clinging to him for dear life. You were close to the edge, but you didn't want to cum without feeling him inside you first. You knew whatever orgasm you'd have humping against his bulge would pale in comparison to the one he'd give you if he was buried deep in your cunt. "Please, fuck me, Bucky."

"OK, pretty girl, OK" he muttered, his hands going to his button and fly, undoing them as well as he could while you refused to move from his lap. You whined when he pulled his thick, bulging cock from his pants. Your hips squirmed, desperately moving toward him.

"Bucky, please," you whined, rising up on your knees only enough to line up with his cock. "Need you now."

"Fine, fine," Bucky said, a little exasperatedly, tugging your panties to the side. "My impatient girl," he muttered affectionately as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. 

Once you felt him, you started sinking down on his hard length. Your head fell back and your lips parted in a blissful moan as you felt him fill you inch by inch, stretching your tight hole around his thick cock. Your thighs spread wider over Bucky's lap, letting you take him all the way inside. 

When he was buried to the hilt, Bucky let out a strangled groan, his hands holding onto your waist like he was afraid you'd float away if he let go. You half expected Bucky to relax back against the couch and let you do all the work of riding him, but he stayed sitting up straight, your chests pressed together so you could feel each other as much as possible. 

"Feel so fucking good, pretty girl," Bucky murmured, pressing kisses to your chest and neck. 

"Mm, so big, Bucky," you responded, mind half-gone with pleasure already. All you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, feeling like he fit perfectly. 

Bucky chuckled against your tits. "So agreeable when you're impaled on my cock, sweet girl, might have to keep you like this all the time," he said, a smile in his voice as he kissed his way up your neck and found your lips. 

You kissed him back for a moment, but then his words sank in and you pulled away, giving him a glare with no heat to it. "You're not right about the extended editions, Buck," you argued in a breathy voice. "They're not a good experience for first timers."

Bucky rolled his hips from below you, dragging yours in a circular motion at the same time and hitting a spot inside you that had your eyelashes fluttering as you let out a low moan. "We're going to have to agree to disagree, pretty girl," he said, kissing along your jaw. "But you're giving me an idea of how we should spend our first time together." 

Your hips writhed languidly on Bucky's lap, moaning at the delicious friction created by his cock buried inside you. "Wha-what's your idea?" you asked breathlessly. 

Gripping your chin gently, he tipped your face to look at him and gave you a wicked-looking smile. "I think we should sit here—with my cock in your tight little pussy—and see how long we can last before fucking each other's brains out," Bucky said, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched yours light up. "First one to give in, admits they're wrong about the extended editions."

Your mouth curved in an eager grin. "You're on," you said, accepting his challenge with the confidence of someone who knew they were right and knew they were going to win. You pushed him back against the couch and settled in, wiggling your ass more than necessary as you got comfy for the long haul. 

Bucky chuckled, groping your ass and kneading the soft flesh in his big hands roughly enough that you squeezed down on his cock reflexively. His voice was low and raspy when he spoke. "Can't wait to hear you admit I'm right, sweet girl," he muttered, relaxing into the couch.

Hiding a smirk against his jaw, you snorted lightly. "You're going down, Buck," you whispered in his ear before pressing your lips to his neck and setting to work at marking him with some hickeys of your own.

In the end, Bucky couldn't survive with your warm, soft heat wrapped so perfectly around his cock, especially when your lips and teeth never left the skin of his neck, except to whisper enticing things in his ear about how good it'd feel once he gave up and fucked your tight cunt. You didn't know how long it took, but you eventually pushed him to his limits. 

When Bucky snapped, he flipped you down on your back and pounded into you until you were screaming and coming apart on his cock. He spilled himself inside you with a filthy groan, pumping his cum deeper into you, before finally collapsing. 

You threaded your fingers through Bucky's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp while you both caught your breath. His head was resting on your chest, forehead pressed to your neck, his arms wrapped around your back between you and the couch so he could hold you close. 

With a heavy sigh, Bucky raised his head. His mouth was flattened into an unhappy line and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at how disgruntled he looked. 

"You were right," he said on a sigh, rolling his eyes a little. "The extended editions are too long for people who are watching Lord of the Rings for the first time." 

You nodded as graciously as you could manage. "Thank you," you said, barely getting the words out before Bucky captured your lips in a kiss. While you were focused on his mouth, he pinned your hands above your head and shifted his hips, pressing his hardening cock deeper inside you. When he pulled away, you gasped, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Now, pretty girl, I think it's time you admit that we shouldn't have let the fact that we're friends stop us from making each other feel good before now,” Bucky said, rocking his hips so you could feel every twitch and swelling inch of his cock. “I’m right—tell me I'm right."

You had no hope of holding out on him, not when he was filling you up so perfectly and rubbing against your oversensitive clit. “You're right," you exclaimed on a gasp, squirming beneath his relentless hips. "You're right, Bucky—about everything except the extended editions."

Bucky growled and started fucking you again, sucking your tits and making you scream. He wouldn't let you leave the couch until he'd felt you'd more than made up for that last comment. By the time he was done with you, you were little more than an overly agreeable, pleasure-drunk mess in his arms. You fell asleep like that, tangled up on the couch in your friend's apartment while the Lords of the Rings extended editions played in the background. 

I’m With the Band Pt 4

Pairing: RockstarBucky x Rockstar!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2,000 something..

Summary: You've been Bucky's plaything on his US tour but when he brings drummer Steve home, things heat up.

Warnings: 18+ - Minors, DO NOT INTERACT please! cursing, drinking, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, fingering, light choking, male piercings, dubcon, double penetration, stripping, verbal degredation and humiliation, mild cuckholding, mention of drugs, threesome. There is just lots going on here 😩

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You had been touring with Buck for nearly two weeks now and your status as a glorified groupie had been solidified after TMZ ran a story the night prior. A paparazzi snafu outside of a haute celebrity steakhouse had made the website’s front page; Bucky’s arm was draped around you, cig hanging out of his mouth. The headline blasted, “Bucky Barnes Steps Out With Barely Legal Floozy - Will it Last?”

All of the negative press and faux glamour was well worth it though because Bucky would perform to sold-out crowds clamouring with screaming co-eds, and then return to you in the earliest hours of the morning to fuck you mercilessly.

You knew the band’s set inside out by now and while you had grown partial to their heavy metal ballads and electric riffs, some nights you just preferred to curl up into your plush hotel robe, watch a cheesy pay-per-view rom-com, and indulge in overpriced room service. But on this particular night, you had no idea what Bucky had up his sleeve.

Like clockwork, Bucky would always stumble in around 3 or 4am, his breath reeking of 80 proof and his fingertips lingering with tobacco resin. Most women wouldn’t tolerate the behaviour and though you had identified his recklessness and boy-like stupor as fatal flaws, you were falling for him. Hard.

He would fuck you with heedless passion - never once inquiring about your feelings or concerns. He couldn’t even throw a rag your way to clean up his salty messes - his sole objective was to get off and if you happened to also find pleasure in the process, he wouldn’t protest. Self-care just wasn’t a part of his repertoire. Bucky was nauseatingly self-serving but you just never questioned it because you were still embarrassingly enamoured with this achingly beautiful rockstar bestowing attention on you.

You laid atop the pillowy soft California King bed, nothing on but a satin La Perla robe that Bucky's black Amex had doled out. You thumbed through your US History textbook, unable to focus on the task at hand - Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. Bucky should have been back by now. You frantically tapped your acrylic nails on the edge of your phone, anxiously awaiting his return. You thought about texting him but you didn’t need to want to seem needy. He had warned you that it wasn’t cute when you seemed needy.

You heard the muffled laughter of two male voices outside of the room door - two voices? Yeah, definitely two. But this made zero sense because The Winter Soldiers were always under contract to stay on separate floors - hotel policy to discourage the stereotypical rocker raucousness.

As you darted off the bed, Bucky traipsed through the doorway. You made out the second man who followed closely behind - it was Steve Rogers, the drummer. Oh FUCK.

Steve wasn’t a partier like Buck, he was the private, pensive type that ran a militant ten miles each morning and filled his spare time with Seinfeld re-runs or FaceTiming his mom. You had never once witnessed him doing lines or shooting back Jack Daniels at the bar - he just seemed like the foil to Bucky’s rebel without a cause attitude. It was a shock to see him here, honestly. He was usually the first to leave the venue and would never join the boys in their depraved debauchery.

The two men were giddy and as Bucky tripped over the edge of the dresser, he put his ebony-polished finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion, as if you were the one creating racket. Was he too stoned to realize he was the one sneaking into the room like a teenage boy missing curfew? Probably.

“Hiiiiiiiii baby!” Bucky purred as he threw his flimsy hotel keycard haphazardly onto the table and stumbled towards the couch. “We just played a fuckin’ amazing show and I told Stevie he should come back and party with us.”

You glared, eyes narrowing scornfully. Really, Bucky?Post-show sex was something you had grown accustomed to and you weren’t really sure how Steve would fit into that equation. You were instantly cranky, knowing that your nightly dick appointment had been ruined by the tall, blonde super soldier.

Steve slunk into the sofa, a domestic beer in hand. "Did you have a good night, hun?" Hun, huh?

You tightened the the silken robe around your waist curtly, crossed your arms, bottom lip pouty and possessive, on the verge of a tantrum. “Bucky.. what the hell? I wasn't planning to entertain guests.”

Bucky completely ignored your clear disdain for the situation. “Why don’t you give us a lil’ striptease, eh?” He grabbed the silky tassels of your robe and pulled you toward him harshly, almost falling into his lap as you teetered uneasily. You considered protesting but after ogling Steve and realizing how effortlessly gorgeous he looked just non-chalantly vibing on the couch, you decided to let the night play out.

Steve had been so attentive throughout the entire tour, bringing you London Fogs from local cafes or making sure you had the best spot to watch the show at every venue. You sometimes felt homesick and Steve empathetically clued in, trying his best to provide creature comforts or lend an ear when you tried working through your college assignments. You were sure he was just being polite, part of his traditional upbringing, but it went a long way because Bucky never seemed to give a shit about you unless he was blowing your back out.

You swayed from side to side, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear as you plopped onto Steve’s lap. “Go on, dance up on him baby,” Bucky commanded as he threw back a swig of whatever alcoholic concoction he was sipping on, stretching his legs out eagerly.

Steve was so much bigger than Bucky - bigger shoulders, bigger quads - his bigger hands gently squeezing the top of your thighs. You could assume that he was bigger everywhere as the outline of his length tented in his navy velour trousers.

You could have sworn he whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

Your brow creased with confusion as he thumbed his way up your supple thighs and towards the vulnerable gap between your legs. You just knew your pupils were blown out, dumbstruck, clit throbbing. You recoiled at his touch, it felt wrong for Bucky’s best friend to be pawing at you and for you to be enjoying it.

Bucky sat across from you, legs splayed out, elbows resting on his knees and gazing at you two intently. He wasn't a cuck but he clearly had an hidden kink for watching.

This came as a shock because Bucky was territorial and would seethe with envy when other men leered at you. Whenever you were hit on in public, Bucky took out his jealous frustration on you - whether that meant shoving his hands up your dress and curling a few fingers up into you, or fucking you up against the bathroom wall mere moments after a harmless gentleman caller called you cute. He may have been a rockstar but insecurity still permeated from him.

“You gonna let us take turns, babe?” Bucky yanked the side table drawer open and grabbed a bottle of sticky, well-used lube. “Or you gonna smarten up and let us take a hole each?” He glanced at Steve, hoping for an air high five or a “yeah, man!” in return. But Steve was laser-focused on groping your smooth, tanned thighs.

“She’s so tight, Steve.. tightest chick I’ve ever split open,” he bragged, undoing his pants to expose his bare, inflating cock. You hated when he talked about you like you weren’t even in the room. You hated it.

It was clear to you that Bucky was going to offer you up as some sort of sacrificial lamb tonight but you were oddly fine with the arrangement. You fixated on Steve, the sexual tension mounting for weeks. He grazed the back of his palm against your cheek, “you smell like peaches, angel.”

Bucky grabbed you by the forearm, mounting you over the edge of the couch. Firm hands gripped your waist, “bend over.. gonna fuck this sweet ass,” he hissed, pushing the small of your back forward and hiking your robe up. You had never taken anything, not even so much as a single finger, in that hole. Bucky knew you wanted to keep anal off limits but tonight, he craved popping your cherry and his violent decisiveness made your pussy throb. Or maybe it was Steve's sweet sweeping motions as his hand inched towards your clit. Or maybe it was both.

“C’mon Stevie, come fuck this skank,” Bucky beckoned. Steve dropped his trousers and revealed his length. Yep, definitely bigger.

“You got a box of rubbers, Buck?” He looked around curiously, scanning for a box of Magnums. Bucky huffed, you both knew he didn’t do condoms.

And while Steve was trying his best to be respectful, in this moment he could still be reduced to a typical hormonal thirty-something. The sight of his best friend bending you over had him pumping his meaty cock hungrily.

This entire interaction had made your brain go all fuzzy. Bucky splattered a long string of lube into his hand, dragged it along his length, and rammed his cock into the tight ring of virgin muscle. "Jesus, fuckin' hell, this ass is so damn tight, baby doll," he moaned, pushing himself into you deeper, no regard for you. The silver metal ring first, then the tip, then his entire engorged cock. Your eyes rolled back, tears welled in your eyes, and you knew instinctively to fight through the punch of pain and pressure.

“Steve…” you struggled to get the words out, sharp breaths escaping your lips as Bucky rhythmically smashed inside your tight ass, desperation dripping from you. You needed him inside you, too. You looked up at him, long eyelashes fluttering. He couldn’t resist.

Steve approached correctly, peeling his tight onyx wifebeater to reveal a chest inked with tats. His thick cock in hand, he used your slick to slide in underneath Bucky, gently pushing into your pretty pink entrance. You expected him to rut into you furiously, just like Bucky always did. But Steve fucked into you with slow, gentle strokes. Bucky shot him a dirty look, “Man.. she’s not gonn’ break, fuck her!”

Though you couldn’t see his face, you heard Steve hum lowly into your ear, “every piece of you is perfect .. sooo tight.” You lapped up every scrap of praise he threw at you.

Steve picked up the pace, stretching you out with his girth. You could feel both buff men inside you, could feel radiating friction - feel their lengths touching - just a sheath of thin skin between them. Measured cadence as they both pumped back and forth inside you made you realize why these two were some of the most revered musicians - they were so in sync. Bucky’s cock dragged in and out of your virgin hole while Steve’s swollen length pierced your velvety walls. It was ecstasy.

Bucky jammed his index finger into your mouth, tugging violently - his signature move. You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer because his thrusts got shorter and faster, his cock entirely engorged with blood, his breaths shallow. He pulled out with wanton disregard, ropes of his white pleasure marking your back.

"Good girl..” he huffed, “I need a smoke.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and slicked his jet black hair back, sliding the glass balcony door open.

It was just you and Steve now and you were glad one of the super soldiers had vacated your body. You loved being filled up to the brink but it was a relief to not be air-locked any longer. Steve bent down as he was balls-deep inside you, dusting your ear with his knuckles and whispering, “are you gonna cum for me, pretty thing?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, ruminating over your response, butterflies swelling in your stomach. Bucky never asked what you wanted, he just took what he needed and left you with the fallout. You nodded weakly, “I..I wanna cum for you.”

He dipped his left hand down between your thighs, rubbing your clit in small, quick motions. “Do you like that, angel?” You were absolutely cockdrunk on this man and nodded sloppily, your walls pulsing. Steve kissed the side of your neck, “I’m going to cum inside you, peaches - uhhnn - you’re such a perfect girl for Steve.” Bucky would be back any moment and he wouldn’t like this - Steve was here to give you a nasty fuck, not romance you.

Steve fucked you beautifully, every languid motion deliberate and well-timed. It made sense that he was a drummer - his rhythm was immaculate. It was the closest thing to making love a rockstar could offer up. It didn’t make sense but it didn’t matter.

You became entirely untethered as a wash of pleasure swept over you. He peppered your shoulders with kisses as he shot his creamy load deep inside.

As you heard the glass door slide shut, you jolted up and snapped out of the fucking tizzy Steve had put you in. “How was it bud? Wasn’t she a good fuck?” Bucky asked rhetorically.

“Yeah bro, she’s a good gal,” he replied as he tugged his trousers back on. “I better go, we got Tokyo 101.2 in the morning.”

Steve left without a word to you, likely because he didn’t want to piss off Bucky and get you into any trouble. He knew Bucky had a viciously jealous temper and Steve was just grateful his buddy was willing to share you. No need to rock the boat, especially if he wanted this sexual relationship to continue.

Relishing in the obscenely depraved romp you had just been gifted, you fetched a cold bottle of Perrier from the mini-bar and plunked down on the bed. You were a puddle of emotions, eyes glazed over, dumbfounded at what happened. What was his motive? Bucky was his best friend, his bandmate, hell - he was pretty much his platonic life partner. It just didn't make sense.

You flicked off the bedside lamp and crawled into bed with Bucky, the sun just beginning to peek over the Santa Ana mountains.

-------------------- Bucky had slunk out of the suite at an ungodly hour to meet up with Steve for the Japanese press junket. He probably hadn’t slept more than an hour or two at best. Selfishly, you were just relieved that you could sprawl out in the bed and get a few more hours of beauty sleep before the jaunt to San Diego.

You were startled awake with a rap at the door, still groggy. Your lower body swelled with a dull ache - you really pushed your limits the night prior and would just be smitten with any kind of pain reliever. You rubbed your eyes and slinked out of bed, kicking on your pink shearling slippers.

You shuffled to the door, yawning widely as you unlatched and swung it open. It was concierge with a bouquet of big, beautiful Stargazer lilies. The note affixed to the flowers read, “Good morning, peaches." Two extra-strength Advil were taped to the note.

You gulped anxiously, acutely aware of the triangle that had unintentionally formed. Thirty-four dates were still remaining on the tour and things just got really interesting.

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Thank you sooo much for reading, my angels !

All other parts can be found here

I cannot wait for the next part of this cause lawd my knees are shakin

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Qb bucky is ready he just needs his assistant to accept her fate

Pairing: QB!Bucky x Grumpy!Assistant Reader

AN: Written on my phone.

Part of the QB Series.

Bucky looks at you, wide-eyed and hopeful as his teeth rake across his bottom lip. "So," the word is dragged out, your brow raises instinctively when he tapers off with a grin.

You tilt your head, gesturing for him to continue. You know what he's trying to ask but you've decided to be obtuse, forcing him to say the words aloud. Perhaps it's a little mean of you but it's so much fun to watch him squirm.

After a few long seconds, Bucky realizes you're not going to help him, his shoulders slump and his long fingers card a messy path through his soft, mussed locks. "It's for charity."

You shrug.

"I-it's for a children's charity," he implores, brows knitting in disconcernation.

Your eyes drop to your phone, a few taps on the screen and the sounds of your newest show fill the room.

Unperturbed, he continues. "I'll give you the money, all you have to do is bid on me."

You don't look up, instead you deliberately turn up the volume. His desperate huff does something to your chest but you choose to ignore it, the same way you're ignoring the six-foot-something quarterback sitting across from you.

"Okay, okay. Fine," he mutters under his breath. He's not above begging if thats what it takes. Bucky pushes his chair back and stands. He goes to you, turning your seat around, the legs scrape against the floor. Your phone is lifted from your hand, carefully placed on the table.

Bucky drops to his knees before you and he cants his head back so you have no choice but to gaze into his pretty blue eyes—you feel as if you just stepped off a cliff, the wind rushing up while your heart drops to your stomach.

"Please," he shamelessly pleads, his deep voice rolls down your spine, your attention torn between his face and his large hands gripping your thighs as he kneels between them.

Bucky repeats the word, whispering it so sweetly and urgently, willing to offer everything he has just to hear you say yes. Please say yes.

He needs you to win. If you don't, then all his plans are ruined. Bucky hasn't told you all the details of the auction, too wary to reveal what's in store for the winner of his particular date, he has this distinctive feeling that if you know exactly what you're in for that you won't even show up to the gala.

"Please. Please. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't let someone else win." I want to be yours.

The heat from his palms pierces through the thin layer of your shorts, sinking into your veins and settling into the depths of your chest. Your heart beats erratically as obscenely erotic images of his large hands on your body, touching every part of you and claiming you as his own flash in your mind.

"I'll think about it," you concede, trying to apparent unaffected by the massive man on his knees for you.

If he hears the breathy waver in your tone, sees the faint hint of excitement and nerves in your pretty eyes, he doesn't say anything. He could tease you about the way your thighs are trembling under his hold but he doesn't.

But after he wins, after you discover what he has planned for the two of you, he's going to show you how much fun begging and teasing can be.

nerdy + hot = herdy

The fact Bucky took his date to a science expo was so nerdy and hot of him.

oh my god pls more football bucky idk why but i love him

assistant!reader trying to talk to a news anchor about how an interview is gonna go and qb!bucky wont stop bothering her?

assistant!reader:

pic frm @ixalit

Pairing: QB!Bucky x grumpy Assistant!Reader

CW: Future smut, 6'5" beefy Bucky. Switch!Bucky.

A/n: Written on my phone, unbetad.

Thanks to months of cultivating working relationships with various members of the press, you’ve developed a repertoire with many of them, allowing you to tactfully nativagte their egos while skillfully dictating how and when his interviews happened.

Bucky is naturally charming and outgoing, but you’ve witnessed how quickly and viciously the media can turn on anyone.

You refuse to let that happen to Barnes.

No matter how aggravating he is.

Instead of listing off the things that are off-limits, you’re requesting, disguised as subtle pleading, the topics you want to be discussed.

His upcoming game. His elusive new contract with Patek Philippe. Charity work. Can’t forget the charity work. Bucky gives a lot of time and money to the local children’s hospital. He had an entire wing completely renovated last year and only a handful of people know how generous he is.

You think it’s time that people know he’s more than just a pretty face.

“Hey,” Bucky whispers loudly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can we talk about my new car? That baby is sweet. I can’t wait to take you for a drive. You’re going to say yes one of these days. I know it. Matter of fact, let me take you for a quick ride after the game, we can get something to eat and—”

“No.” You hiss, swiftly turning back to an amused Jessica, plastering a cheerful, too-wide grin on your face. “Okay so—”

“Can we talk about Alpine?” He continues, unperturbed. His fingers tapping along the side of your arm as he moves closer to you. “I got some new pics and you know the fans love her. She misses you, by the way.”

His cologne drifts down in a hazy mix of smoky cedar, spiced orange, and vanilla. Don’t inhale. Don’t inhale. He smells incredible and the last thing you need is for him to know that.

“Barnes. Shut up.” You’re tempted to elbow him in his stomach but the last time you did that, you hit his rock-solid abs and were left with a sore elbow. And of course Bucky decided to strut around your office without a shirt on because he claimed his poor muscles were too tender to have anything on them.

“Okay,” he responds, moving just a little closer, his beard grazing the side of your neck as he gets comfortable. He’s so large and warm and a traitorous part of you doesn’t want to push him away.

“What if we talk about how you should go out with a certain lonely quarterback? You know the cute one with the hair you like to pu—” Without looking, you grab his jaw and squeeze his cheeks until his lips purse and his words taper off into a light chuckle.

“I think that should cover everything,” you grit out between clenched teeth.

Jessica is eating every second of this up. Your relationship with Bucky has been an endless source of entertainment for her. She commends you for your resilience because she was sure you were going to give in months ago.

There’s a pointed gleam in her eyes that makes yours narrow. She bites back a smile and glances down at her screen. “So the new campaign, his charity work, and the upcoming season.” The list is ticked off with a tap of her nails on her phone. “Got it. I’ll be in the media room after the game.”

Jessica turns and makes her way out of the locker room.

“Thank you.” A relieved smile graces your lips and you start to push Bucky away, only to freeze at her next words.

“And Barnes,” Jessica says, one hand on the doorknob, “I want dibs on all engagement and wedding interviews. You two are going to make a beautiful couple.”

“Excuse me?” You splutter, your head whipping around to stare at him. Your fingers lift as a grin stretches across Bucky’s lips, his cheeks jutting out. “We’re not—”

“It’s yours,” he shouts, waving at her as the door closes behind her.

You release him, arms folding across your chest. “We’re not a couple Barnes and we are definitely not dating. Also, I can drive myself to the hotel after the game.” You inhale, taking a step forward to poke him in his chest. “And another thing, I do not like pulling your hair.” That's a lie, you loved it. And you keep thinking about the way he moaned that day and you desperately want to hear that sound again. Not that you’ll ever admit it. Instead, you continue on, steeling your gaze. “And you better not--“

Bucky’s grin widens, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he gazes down at you, listening to you ramble. If you only knew that he could listen to you read the dictionary and he would hang on to your every word.

“Yet,” he breathes out when you pause mid-rant to poke him again. “Not a couple yet. Give me time ‘cause I’m already yours. We just gotta work on making you mine.”

His confidence is bold and smooth and undeniably sexy. You’re scrambling to rebuild your defenses and find a quick retort when he saunters toward the showers.

“Not going to happen, Barnes,” you manage to get out, your tone lacking its usual bite.

Bucky turns, walking backward without breaking his stride, his darkening gaze so full of heat and promises that you feel it on your skin. He winks, eyes drifting down your body in one exhilarating caress. “And I can’t wait to show you just how good I can be for you.” 

Part 1: The Hair Incident

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#pining

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