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Black Box || Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are Bucky’s girlfriend. After another fight, he comes back home being so aggressive. After his abusive behavior you leave. However, you realize shortly after that you love him too much to leave him like that, so you go back to his flat to show him how much you care. 

Warnings: smut, blowjob, angst, slight physical abuse

Words: 1993

Authors: Cass & Beast

Request by: @blue-dragon-ice Request: So I wanna you and Beast write a Bucky one shot where he is a boxer and he comes back home after the fight and you take care of him.

You were sitting on a couch, impatiently looking at the clock.

It was getting late and Bucky still didn’t come back home as he always did around this hour. You still couldn’t get used to fact that your boyfriend was a boxer. You hated seeing him coming back home while being beaten up.

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Bucky Barnes NSFW Alphabet

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summary: nsfw alphabet (just my opinions/headcanon for bucky) 

warnings: (18+ ONLY) smut headcanons

A – Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)  

Bucky always makes sure that you’re okay and that you enjoyed it. He’ll make sure you go to the bathroom, that you’re comfortable, and cuddle you until you fall asleep. This is what happens most of the time; he just wants to take care of you.  

B – Body part (favorite body part on him & you)  

At first, he despised his hands because of how much harm they caused, but since you came around, he’s learned to love them a lot. You made him realize that he can be gentle again, holding your cheek when he kisses you, tracing patterns on your skin when you’re cuddling, making you come undone on his fingers. He loves his hands because of how much you love them.  

Bucky loves your thighs like he really loves them. He likes to rest his hands on them, feel them squeeze around his waist or head. He thinks they’re so soft and warm, and sometimes he’ll use them as a pillow.   

C – Cum (basically anything that has to do with cum)  

Bucky is really big on cumming inside you. Whether it’s in your pussy or mouth, he loves it. Just the thought of filling you up with his cum turns him on so much.   

D – Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory)  

Bucky would like to try pegging. He has never brought it up because he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing, and it wasn’t discussed much in the 40s. But he definitely wants to give it a try; he just needs to build up the courage to tell you first.   

E – Experience (how experienced he is)  

We all know that Bucky was a bit of a ladies' man back in the day. So, he has some experience, but not too much. He actually experiments and learns more that you two are together.   

F – Favorite Position (another self-explanatory)  

Bucky likes any position where he can see your face. He’s really big on intimacy and being in the moment and loves to be able to kiss you and watch your eyes when you cum on him.  

G – Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in the moment)  

He’s a bit more serious in the moment, but if something happens (accidentally bumping heads, someone walking in, etc.), he has no problem laughing it off and then getting back to work.  

H – Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)  

He keeps it nicely trimmed, not too bushy, but he also doesn’t shave it all. Just leaves a small patch of curls. And yes, the carpet does match the drapes.  

I – Intimacy (is he more romantic, distant, etc.)  

Bucky is a very intimate and romantic person. He loves to be in the moment with you, all of his focus on making you feel good. Even when it gets rough, he still shows that he loves you.  

J – Jack Off (masturbation hc)  

Since the two of you started dating, he hasn’t felt the need to jack off often, but when he’s away on a mission and he has some alone time, then he’ll take care of himself. Most of the time, he’s able to get you on facetime, and the two of you masturbate together.   

K – Kinks (one or more of his kinks)  

Bucky definitely has a praise kink. He wants to know that you’re enjoying it, and the praises let him know that he’s doing a good job; also, it tends to go straight to his ego. But he also loves to praise you, letting you know that you feel so good wrapped around him, taking him so well, that you look so pretty with your back arching and eyes rolling back.  

He also has a size kink. Bucky is a pretty big guy, and he loves the size difference. Also, he likes to put his palm flat on your stomach and try to feel himself as he thrusts in and out of you; it drives him crazy.  

A bit of a choking kink, though he’s always cautious with how much pressure he’s putting because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.   

L – Location (where does he prefer to do it)  

He prefers to do it in the bedroom because he can have his way with you. You two can be as loud as you want, and it’s easier to switch positions (more comfortable too). Still, Bucky has no problem doing it elsewhere.  

M – Motivation (what turns him on/gets him going)  

Seeing you in his clothes is a major turn-on. And given that you sleep in his shirts and henleys, expect a lot of sex before bed and in the morning.   

Also, teasing him and talking dirty will definitely get him going. He loves it when you try to take control.   

N – No (stuff he wouldn’t do/turn-offs)  

Bucky can be quite jealous and a bit insecure, so he doesn’t even like the thought of sharing you with someone else. He likes to think of you as only his and doesn’t want anyone else giving you pleasure when he could do it so much better.  

Also, it’s not so much of a turn-off, but Bucky doesn’t even try to fuck you if you’re injured. Instead, he goes into full protective mode and will take care of you until you heal/get better. But once you’re all better? All bets are off, and he’s going to town on you.   

O – Oral (preference in giving/receiving)  

Bucky loves it when you go down on him, and it’s a sure way to make him weak in the knees. He is entirely at your disposal the second you get your mouth on him. It also brings out the subside of him; he’ll whimper and beg for you. On some occasions when he’s feeling a bit rougher, he’ll face fuck you, but he still tries to make sure that it’s not too much.   

As for giving, he could eat you out for hours (and he has). He loves being able to bring you orgasm after orgasm with just his tongue and fingers. And a bonus is that he gets to have his head between your thighs; it’s honestly his happy place.   

P – Pace (fast & rough? slow & sensual? etc.)  

It all depends on what leads up to the moment. If you two have been away on missions, coming back to each other is going to be hard, and rough, and fast. Just desperate to be able to feel each other again.   

If it’s an early, lazy more or if you’ve had a romantic date, then it’s soft, sensual. He takes his time with you, makes sure you feel loved and appreciated.  

Q – Quickies (opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)  

Bucky isn’t opposed to quickies, but he prefers to take his time with you. Although, that doesn’t mean that he won’t fuck you in the bathroom during a Stark party or in the locker room of the training room. When you two are feeling it, there’s nothing that gets in your way.  

R – Risk (is he risky? Is he willing to experiment? etc. )  

Bucky doesn’t mind trying new things as long as it’s been discussed before. He cares so much about your safety and wants you to be comfortable above all else. So, if everything has been addressed beforehand, he’s down to do a lot and in many places.   

S – Stamina (how many rounds, how long does it last, etc.)  

Bucky has that super soldier serum running through his veins. He can go all night without even needing a water break. But he makes sure that you’ve cared for and that he doesn’t push you too far. Not everyone can keep up with his stamina, but you try, and for that, he appreciates you.   

T – Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on partner or self? etc.)  

Bucky feels like toys can be give or take. He doesn’t need them to have a good time, but they can add to the fun. However, they’re not used all that often on you, but on him. With his stamina, you like to use them to your advantage and get a few rounds out of him.   

U – Unfair (how much does he like to tease)  

An absolute tease. But it goes both ways. Sometimes the two of you will have competitions to see who breaks first (spoiler: most of the time, it’s you).   

V – Vocal (how loud is he, what does he say, etc.)  

At first, Bucky wasn’t too vocal, but the longer you two were together, the more comfortable he got. And now, he’s loud, always letting you know how good you feel. Some of his go-to sayings are: “you take me so well, doll, like you were fucking made for me”, “ugh yes, just like that, keep going darling”, “gonna fill you up ’til you’re dripping with my cum sweetheart”.  

W – Wild Card (random hc)  

Bucky would love to be a father. And even though he knows it’s not going to happen soon, he has a bit of a breeding kink, and it shows when the two of you are together. He will cum in you over and over, getting off on the idea that he could be getting you pregnant.   

X - X-Ray (what’s going on below the belt)  

Bucky is a good seven inches, or so (and girthy). He’s also cut and has a thick vein that runs on the underside of his cock that pulses when you have him in your mouth.   

Y – Yearning (how high is his sex drive)   

He’s quite deeply in love with you, and physical touch is big for him, so he constantly wants you. He’s ready at all times but also fine with just cuddling or being close to you.  

Z – zzzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterward) 

 He’ll wait for you to fall asleep first because he likes to see how calm you look when you sleep. Then, after a few minutes, he’ll give you a kiss on your forehead and spoon you while he tries to fall asleep. He doesn’t dread sleep as much anymore because since you’ve been by his side, his nightmares have left him alone.  

a/n: this is my first time writing nsfw so it’s probs not that great, also feel free to add your own opinions and headcanons of bucky! also wrote this at 2 am and did not proof read so sorry for any mistakes! hope you enjoy! im also open to any requests you might have cuz im a bit low on ideas rn

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hi lovely! could i request a bucky barnes x female reader fic where the reader is on her period and comes home absolutely exhausted from a long day at work? she's crampy, moody, and just DONE. but bucky is the sweetest and takes care of her in all the best ways (wink wink). a little comforting + spicy combo? soft!bucky being extra gentle and attentive would be amazing. thank you!

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warning for period sex if that makes you uncomfy. (the blood descriptions aren't really graphic but just in case!)

the door clicked softly as you stepped inside, the quiet of your apartment a stark contrast to the chaos of your day. the relentless meetings, the endless emails, the pressure of deadlines, everything had piled up, and the world felt like it was leaning just a little too heavily on your shoulders. and to make matters worse, your period had hit hard today, with cramps that had you feeling like you were being twisted in every direction.

you kicked off your shoes at the door, your limbs heavy and exhausted, the only thing on your mind being the thought of curling up on the couch and disappearing into a world of blankets and comfort. you barely had the strength to take off your jacket before you heard his voice from the other room.

“hey,” bucky’s voice called, warm and inviting. “you home?”

“yeah,” you muttered, letting out a long sigh as you leaned against the doorframe. the world felt like it was spinning, and you just couldn’t muster the energy to fake being okay.

bucky appeared from the living room, a soft smile on his face. his eyes softened immediately when they landed on you. his hands, usually so confident and steady, seemed to reach out for you with a tenderness you could never get used to. it was usually like this with him. his care never came in bursts, it was always consistent, unwavering.

“long day?” he asked, the concern clear in his voice as he crossed the room toward you.

“yeah,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with the heel of your palm. “just... a lot. and cramps. ugh, it’s just... too much.”

he immediately moved toward you, his hands going to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. you hadn’t even realized how tense you were until his touch made you aware of it. he was always so in tune with you, reading the unspoken signals you never even realized you were sending.

“you want to sit down?” he asked softly, already guiding you toward the couch. you nodded in gratitude, feeling your body practically melt against his gentle insistence. as you sat, he moved to grab a throw blanket, draping it across your lap. his touch was tender, like he was handling something fragile, though you didn’t feel fragile in his care, just loved.

bucky had a way of making everything feel a little lighter, even in your most exhausting moments. he didn’t need to say much; his presence alone was enough. he knew when you wanted space, when you needed silence, and when you needed his comforting touch.

“how about i make us some tea?” he suggested, his voice low and comforting. “i could use a little break, too. you want some ginger or chamomile? or both?”

your smile was small, but it felt like the first real one all day. “chamomile sounds perfect.”

he nodded, he disappeared into the kitchen. you listened to the quiet sound of him moving around, the clink of mugs, the soft hum of the kettle. it was nice. simple. it was the kind of sound that made you feel like you were exactly where you needed to be.

bucky returned moments later, his hands carefully carrying two steaming mugs. he sat next to you, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace between you. he handed you one of the mugs, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.

“how’s the back, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes searching your face.

“better now that i’m sitting down,” you said, leaning back into the cushions, feeling the warmth of the blanket and tea start to ease your discomfort.

bucky watched you for a moment, his brows knitting together with a protective concern. he’d seen you struggle with this before, but he could never quite get used to the sight of you not feeling like yourself.

“i know it’s not much,” he said softly, his fingers brushing through your hair, “but if there’s anything i can do to help, just let me know.”

his words, simple as they were, were a balm to your soul. you didn’t even realize how much you needed to hear them until he said them. he didn’t expect anything from you, didn’t push you to talk or make you feel like you had to smile. he just gave. and that was more than enough.

“i just need you here, buck,” you whispered, leaning into him a little more, your head coming to rest on his shoulder.

bucky immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, his embrace warm and grounding. his fingers traced slow circles along your arm, the motion rhythmic and soothing. he didn’t speak for a while, just letting you lean against him and drink your tea in quiet comfort.

the silence wasn’t awkward. not with him. it was the kind of silence that said everything and nothing at once. a peaceful, unspoken understanding between the two of you that you didn’t need words to be comfortable in each other’s company.

“tell me if you want something more, baby,” bucky murmured after a while, his voice a little raspy. his thumb continued its slow, calming circles on your arm. “anything at all.”

you hummed softly, a content sound. “'m good..”

his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a gentle smile. he didn’t respond with words, just tightened his arm around you in a way that made you feel safe and cared for. his warmth was a shield against the world outside, and in his arms, you could finally let go.

“okay,” he said simply, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “just let me hold you– for as long as you need.”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself drift into the kind of quiet peace you could only find in his presence. bucky was everything you needed in this moment: patient, kind, and so incredibly thoughtful. he didn’t try to fix you, didn’t tell you to feel better or to stop being upset. he just let you be. and that, in itself, was the greatest comfort. you had everything you needed right here, in his arms. and for the first time today, everything felt okay. his touch was firm but gentle, as he rubbed soft circles over your back, the pads of his fingers tracing aimless patterns against your shoulders. he knew you probably wasn’t in the mood to talk, so he simply held you close, his heartbeat steady and reassuring. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair.

your hands gently squeeze his big forearms, his forearms flexed automatically under your touch, the firm muscle shifting beneath your fingertips. he gave you a small smile, his hands continuing to move in slow, soothing circles over your back. “you alright?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a murmur. "cramps are bad.." you mumble, your voice strained from the sharp feeling in your stomach.

his expression shifted, the lines of his face softening even further as he listened to you. he could tell that your cramps were giving you hell, and a protective instinct flared in him. he shifted you gently so that you were nestled even more closely against him, his fingers continuing their soft, rhythmic movements. he made a sympathetic sound, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle against your shoulder. “i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “is there anything else i can do? heat pack? more tea?” he shifted a little, trying to get a better look at your face.

you prop your chin up onto his shoulder, giving him those pretty doe eyes. his heart softened even more at the look in your eyes, the expression so impossibly sweet that he couldn’t help but melt. he let out a soft chuckle, his hand moving to tuck stray pieces of hair behind your ear. “oh, there you go,” he murmured, voice low and affectionate. he leaned in a little, tilting his head to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. “can’t say no to those pretty eyes,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “name it, doll. tea, hot pack, back rub, foot rub- i’m yours to command.” his hand slid down to gently massage the inside of your knee.

you gently gnaw on your puffy bottom lip, debating whether to ask him, unaware if he would be comfortable. he noticed the way you were gnawing at your lip, your hesitation and need so obvious that he didn't even have to verbalize it. he could see the mix of desire and uncertainty in your eyes, and he knew exactly what you were thinking. his hand continued its gentle massaging of your knee, and he met your gaze with a soft smirk. "go ahead and ask," he murmured, his voice tender. his gaze flickered down as you nipped at your lip, and a sharp stab of desire shot through him, his fingers tightening momentarily around your knee. he swallowed a little thickly, torn between wanting to give you whatever you needed and holding back, not wanting to press you when you were in pain.

"um... well i was just wondering... well yaknow..." you nervously mumble, your eyes flicking down to his thighs.

he shifted a little, tilting your chin up so that you were forced to meet his gaze. his expression was patient and open, waiting silently for you to continue. he could read the hesitation and shyness in your body language, and he let his hand slide from your chin to cradle your jaw, his thumb absently tracing the line of your bottom lip, where you'd been biting at it. "go on," he murmured, gentle and encouraging.

"you know there's ways to relive cramps.." you shyly mumble. you hadn't done anything too nasty with him, sex was a rarity in your relationship anyway.

he caught on immediately, his hand flexed at side, fingers twitching, wanting to touch you more. he leaned in a little, the hand that was still on your knee shifting to gently squeeze it, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble. "yeah?" he murmured, "and what would that involve?" he knew exactly what you were hinting at, but he just wanted to make complete sure.

you mumble his name and his heart leapt a little at the sound of his name from your mouth, soft and pleading, and the desire and tenderness in your voice had his self control fraying at the edges. his expression shifted to one of near-overwhelming adoration, his hand releasing your knee to cradle your jaw instead, thumb stroking over the soft curve of your cheekbone. his other hand slid down to your thigh, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin, and he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. "i'm right here," he murmured. you kiss him. and he responded eagerly, his lips moving against yours in a slow, sensual kiss, his hand at your jaw moving to cup the back of your head, holding you close. it was a little desperate, almost as if he wanted to drown out the pain he could sense in your body, replace it with only the heady, overwhelming feeling of wanting and being wanted. he nipped gently at your bottom lip, tugging softly, before his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting the heat of your kiss and the sweetness of your desire.

it had been a long day. and all you needed was some relief. the two of you had been curled up together on the couch, lazily kissing, your body pressed against his. the warmth and the comfort of his body had a soothing effect, and the simple, easy intimacy had slowly been growing more heated, both of you craving the closeness. in a moment his hips had pushed up, slotting between your thighs, and without any words he was guiding you down onto him, your bodies joining and fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. he groaned softly, the sound deep and rough in his throat, as you sank down onto him, his head falling back against the couch. he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close, and he murmured your name like a prayer, his eyes closing and his expression going utterly blissed

your body was a soft, warm weight on top of his, your skin a smooth, delicate contrast to the hard muscle and rougher scars of his own. he shifted his hips a little, his hand sliding down to grip at your thigh, a strangled gasp leaving his throat at the feeling of you wrapped around him. your blood slipped down his thick shaft, leaving it's warm mark. "god, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a quiet, rough whisper that was almost lost in the heavy, tension-filled silence of the room. he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his lips trailing down to bite gently at your collarbone.

he could feel the way you tensed and relaxed against him, the way your body seemed to melt as he filled you, and a wave of affection and protectiveness washed over him. as he felt the pain and tension start to ease from your body, he murmured soft, soothing words, "that's it, sweetheart, i've got you. i've got you." he shifted, his hips moving lazily underneath you, and he groaned silently as he felt you press against him, your bodies fitting together like they were made for this. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you gently but firmly in place, and he buried his face into your neck. your blood gathered into his rough pubic hair, neither fresh-cut nor forgotten, just in-between. it caught in the hair before gravity slowly guided it down his flesh. it didn’t rush. it painted. smearing across the surface of his shaft like thick ink, glinting like a dark ruby under soft light.

"stay— still—" you moan out. and he immediately obeyed your command, going perfectly still underneath you, his hands gripping you a little harder, his body tense and expectant. he let out a soft, strangled groan, the unexpectedness of your command sending a sharp jolt of need through him. he was desperate to keep moving, but he would wait and obey your every word, his eyes half lidded as he looked up at you, breathless and tense.

he swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the effort it took him to keep still. his hands flexed once, involuntarily, on your thighs, the desire to move almost overwhelming, but he forced himself to remain obedient, to do as you told him. he could feel the heat and tension building between the two of you, like electricity crackling in the air, and his head fell back against the couch cushion as he let out a low, strangled groan.

half a hour passed like this, with you sitting on his lap, his body trembling with the effort of keeping still. his expression taut with need, but he obeyed your command to remain motionless. the only sound in the room was the harsh breaths the two of you exchanged, and the occasional whine or gasp that escaped his lips. it was a slow and torturous pleasure, the sensations building and building with no release, and bucky could feel the tension and anticipation coiled tight in his stomach. finally, finally, you let him move. he didn't need to be told twice, his body moving before his mind could even catch up. his hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as he began to move beneath you. he was desperate, rough and almost feral in his movements, his control snapped clean in half as he finally, finally got the friction he craved. he let out a sharp groan, the sound low and ragged, as he found a fast and steady rhythm, his body moving with yours as he chased his pleasure. your blood came thick, still spilling slow and hot, like something torn open too suddenly. it didn't trickle it gushed, still coating his shaft in a deep, slick red that clung to his skin, and the couch. he shuddered against you, hips rocking hard against yours, a low groan came out his lips as he found his release, the pleasure washing over him in a wave so intense it had him seeing stars for a moment, his vision going white and his back arching up of the couch. his lungs screaming for air as he panted desperately, the pleasure and tension slowly easing. he fell back against the couch, body shaking slightly, the aftershocks of his release still lingering along his nerve endings. as he finally relaxed, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and clouded, his face flushed. you're both lying still together, your bodies tangled up on the couch in a mess of limbs and bloody skin. sweat glistens on both your bodies, the smell of sex heavy in the air. between your bodies, a sticky, bloody, wet mess of release slowly oozes down both of your thighs. bucky is panting softly against your skin, his body still trying to come down from the high, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a gentle, soothing motion.

his breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel the soft, shaky gasps as he tries to catch his breath, his body still trembling a little. he lets out a small, soft moan, his hand grasping at your hip, his fingers just barely pressing against the skin. he's still holding you close to him, his grip firm and protective, as if he wants to keep you close and never let you go. he's trying to find words, but he's still too speechless from the intensity of his orgasm, his mind hazy. your bodies are both still shaking a little, the aftershocks of your lovemaking still lingering on your skin. he finally speaks, his voice still gruff and rough, a low sound against the sensitive skin of your neck. "you alright?" he murmurs sweetly, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw, his touch unexpectedly gentle. that rare kind of gentleness he only ever showed you.

"feel better." you mumble, a soft relieved smile on your face, your cramps subsided for now. he nodded, "good, that's good, sweetheart." he murmured, his voice a little rougher than usual, still tinged with the echoes of the intense pleasure he'd experienced just moments before. his gaze was soft and tender, his expression almost adoring as he looked up at you, his eyes drifting over your face, taking in every little detail.

you exhaled slowly, sinking into the softness of the moment, the weight of the day finally peeling away.

you brush your fingers through his hair, it was soft, a little damp with sweat, sticking up in places from your touch. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. he leaned down, slow and unhurried, resting his head lightly on your belly. you felt him breathe there, felt the way his whole body relaxed against yours like you were home for him, too. neither of you said anything for a while. there wasn’t much that needed saying.

eventually, he shifted just enough to press a delicate kiss to your before curling up beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you with that one strong arm of his. his other hand found yours under the covers, fingers lacing without a second thought. he whispered something into your hair. you smiled, eyes fluttering shut as you sank into his warmth. bucky pressed another kiss to your temple, and then you both went quiet again, wrapped in soft blankets and softer love, the storm of the day left behind. you were tired, still, but you didn't feel alone. never with him.

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the apartment was quiet in the best way. the kind of silence filled with low music from an old record player, the occasional thump of alpine leaping off furniture she wasn’t supposed to be on, and the rhythmic scrape of a whittling knife against wood. you sat cross legged on the couch, a bowl of cherries balanced on your knee, fingers stained just a little red. alpine was curled beside you, batting lazily at your sock with one paw between quick cat naps. you plucked another cherry from the bowl and popped it in your mouth, letting the sweetness distract you from anything else going on in the world.

across the room, bucky sat in his favorite chair, hunched over a block of wood he’d been shaping for the past few days. his brow was furrowed in concentration, lips pressed together in that way he did when he was deep in a project. you weren’t entirely sure what it was going to be, a bird maybe? or a wolf? but whatever it was, you could already see the quiet pride in the little details he carved.

you watched him for a moment, chin propped in your hand. his hair had fallen in front of his face again. you knew he’d huff and push it back soon, probably without even realizing. it made you smile.

eventually, he looked up, catching you staring.

“what?” he asked, a slow grin tugging at his mouth.

“nothing,” you said innocently, though your voice gave you away. “just admiring the view.”

bucky snorted and set the carving down, brushing wood shavings from his jeans before making his way to the couch. alpine immediately stretched and climbed into his lap like she owned him—which, to be fair, she kind of did.

he leaned back, stretching his arm along the back of the couch behind you. “you’ve had, like, ten bowls of those."

you plucked another one from the bowl and held it up like a peace offering. “they’re good.”

he rolled his eyes fondly but took the cherry anyway, biting into it with a soft crunch. you watched him chew, then reached for another, tongue fiddling with the stem like you’d done a dozen times already.

“hey,” you said, glancing sideways at him. “did you ever hear that thing about cherry stems?”

he raised a brow. “what thing?”

you smiled, trying to sound nonchalant. “supposedly, if you can tie a knot in the stem with just your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser.”

bucky blinked. then he smirked a little. “oh really?”

you nodded, biting back a grin as you held up a stem. “wanna try?”

he plucked it from your fingers without hesitation, eyes glinting with mischief. “watch and learn.”

you watched as he worked the stem between his lips, brow furrowed in concentration again, but this time, it was entirely for your benefit. alpine chirped softly, as if judging the performance.

a few moments passed, and bucky pulled the stem out, tied in a surprisingly perfect little knot.

you stared. “okay, show off.”

he leaned in just enough for his voice to drop a little. “guess you’ll have to test the theory now.”

your breath caught just slightly, heat blooming in your cheeks. “maybe i will.”

he was still smiling when he kissed you, it was slow and warm, the cherry bowl nearly tipped off your lap, but neither of you really cared.

from the corner of the couch, alpine meowed in protest.

bucky smiled lazily while kissing you, his hand fisting into your hair in an instant, tugging you even closer. the cherry bowl hit the floor with a thump, but neither of you paid attention. his lips move against yours like a slow burn, he pulled you closer, one of his legs sliding under you to bring your body against his own, the warmth of him spreading through your entire body. he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, gently, before he finally pulled back with a soft gasp of air. he murmured, “enough proof for you?”

you hummed out a soft laugh, tilting your head in order to brush your lips against the underside of his jaw. “maybe,” you murmured, shifting in his lap, one of your legs slinging over his hip. “but it wouldn’t hurt if you wanted to provide more. just to be sure.”

he chuckles, and you feel his free hand slide up your back, his palm tracing your spine. he pressed his lips to your neck, his breath warm as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just behind your ear. “well, i’ve always been something of a overachiever…” he murmured, his mouth moving slowly down your neck. he slid his hand under your shirt, his fingers a warm brand against your skin, as his mouth found the hollow of your collarbone. you let out a soft sound, arching against him, as he traced the line of your collarbone with his kisses, his fingers dipping lower, the touch a slow burn against your stomach.

his lips moved against yours, slow, lazy and warm, his hands moving to your hips, gently guiding you to straddle him. you tasted like the sweet, tart flavor of the cherries you'd been eating. as his hands drifted upward under your shirt, fingertips tracing their way over your back. he murmured your name, his voice low and a little rough, against your lips, and when he pulled back to meet your gaze, his cheeks were flushed.

his lips were soft and warm, the kiss slow and deep, your mouths moving together in a gentle rhythm. your hips pressed against his, and his fingers traced a slow path up your bare spine, his kisses grew just a little more insistent, his tongue slipping between your lips as he tugged you closer. the hand at your back slid under the edge of your bra strap, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just below, the touch sending a cold shiver through you.

the kiss heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring the wet heat of it, before coaxing your own tongue into his mouth, tasting you with slow, lazy strokes. he let out a soft groan, as you pressed your hips down against him, his hands gripping your waist to guide your movements. you felt the hard muscle of his thighs against you, the tension in his body a clear sign of his desire. he was beginning to kiss you desperately, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your stomach flip, lips moving against his in a messy and needy kiss. palming your waist gently.

he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a little breathy. “do you believe me yet?” he murmured, his eyes half lidded as they roved over your face, taking in the way your lips were still slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

you hummed out a laugh, rolling your hips again, feeling a little thrill of satisfaction when his expression shifted, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he let out a low groan. “i don’t know,” you murmured, “i think i might need a little more convincing.”

Best Grade

In which the reader has a daughter. And bucky is a teacher.

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x model milf!reader, Steve x Natasha

Characters

Bucky Barnes

Reader

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

OFC-Grace

James Rogers

Warnings:unprotected sex,bucky(that's a warning),reader being sexy af, swearing, creampie parent-teacher relationship

Brackets are thoughts

Bucky's POV

(I got to stop thinking about y/n. Her luscious hair. Her ass, boobs, legs and cleavage. She is a mom of one of my students so stop.)

Bucky - good morning class

Class-morning Mr. Barnes

Bucky - today we are going to have career day and I asked a few of your parents to come. And they said yes. So parents come in.

*the parents enter. Y/N, Natasha, Steve and a few others. *

Romanogers outfit

Y/n's outfit

(dear God is she trying to kill me or what.)

Bucky-Steve you go first.

Steve-I'm Steven Grant Rogers. I am a artist. My wife is Natasha. Son is James.

Natasha-I'm Natasha Romanoff Rogers. James's mother. Wife of Steve. I'm a ballerina.

*other parents go till it is your turn. *

Y/n-I'm y/n l/n. Grace is my daughter. I'm a model who is a single mother.

Random kid - do you have any behind the scenes of your photoshoots

Y/n-I do if it is okay with Mr. Barnes

Bucky-it's okay

Y/n-one of my most recent shoots. Lingerie

(OK. Now I'm convinced she is trying to kill me.)

Y/n-my most famous shoot

Random dad - I can see why.

Random kid 2- miss. Do you always take photos.

Y/n - yes. I am also a runway model. Here is an example

Class+parents - wow

Bucky - ok class. Break time.

Class- OK

Bucky-Ms. L/N may I see you after class

Y/n-sure

*time skip when everyone is out of the classroom *

Y/n-you wanted to see me. *while pulling her zip down*

Bucky-*gulps* oh you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.

+your hand moves to his belt+

Y/n-then do it

+he starts kissing you +

Bucky-you've been a bad girl. Teasing me in front of my students with your short dress and modeling. What should I do to you.

Y/n-fuck me

Bucky - that's what you want.

*he rips of your thong and stuffs it in his pocket.and pushes down his pants. And his hand goes to your pussy*

Bucky-so wet already. I barely even touched you. You want my cock baby girl. You want me to fuck your tight little cunt. Stuff it full of my cock and fill it up with my cum

Y/n-yes sir

Bucky-well all you had to do is ask. But be quiet.

*he immediately thrust his cock in and sets a fast pace. Balls hitting your pelvic bone as you tried to stay quiet. But doesn't achieve fully and he covers your mouth with his hand. He can feel you are close to release and puts his thumb on your clit and makes figure eights.*

Bucky - you close baby girl. Cum so that I can fill your tiny pussy

*you fall apart and he start spurting cum in your pussy and takes your thong out of his pocket and takes his cock out and stuffs your thong in your cum filled hole*

Bucky - we should do that again*starts to redress *

Y/n-we should. Here is my number. Call me.

*she walks out*

Bucky - damn you woman.