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***THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION S1E6*** scroll if you don’t want to read :) 

I have come back to the blog to mention how much I laughed at possibly the most layered reference in the marvel cinematic universe. 

Wanda is obviously still grieving the loss of both Vision and Pietro in quite possibly the most extreme way possible (but lets be honest, if I was Scarlet Witch and had the ability to create my own reality, I probably would too). Anyway, in this process she recasts Pietro as the other version of Quicksilver, lovely mister Evan Peters. 

Vision is on the neighborhood watch and can’t participate in Tommy and Billy’s first Halloween, so Pietro offers to play father figure and they head out to trick or treat. 

At one point the twins walk away and Pietro and Wanda speak about their childhood briefly. When the boys come back and ask to go to go to the next house, the following dialogue occurs: 

Pietro: Junior entrepreneur, over here! How about you let Uncle P help you maximize your candy acquisition, huh?

Tommy: Yeah. Kick-ass!

Pietro: “I feel the need...”

Tommy: “for speed!” 

*Pietro and the twins exit right of screen, Wanda hangs back briefly* 

Wanda: Kick-ass. 

Kickass is the movie that Aaron Taylor-Johnson (aka the actor cast as Quicksilver in Age of Ultron) starred in in 2010. 

And because of that one word. That ONE FUCKING REFERENCE- I came back to this blog to talk about the fact that I laughed so hard that my coffee spilled out of my nose and I had to pause the show while I collected myself. 

Another point for Marvel. 

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Just wanna say, in the nicest way possible, Bucky's new haircut is amazing and I will not stand for short-hair-haters on this blog.

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An Opinion on Spider-Man Through the Years

So if you know anything about me, you know that I’ve always considered myself as a Spider-Man expert. Since I was a little girl, I’ve read every issue of the original Spider-Man comics, seen all the animated shows, and became obsessed with the live action movies. Today, I decided to write about each of the live-action spider-men since 2002. Hope y’all enjoy the read that in all honesty is just a bunch of rambling. 

Starting off with Sam Raimi’s original trilogy, Tobey Maguire has launched me into extreme nostalgia after recently re-watching his movies. That’s part of the reason I wanted to write this. Anyway, at 20 I still feel the same sense of excitement I first felt when the movies came out. Although it’s hard to believe that Tobey was playing a high schooler now, when I was younger it definitely made sense.

In my opinion, Tobey’s Peter Parker is the most comic accurate, all the way down to the intelligence and the nerdiness. His Spider-man, however, isn’t the most accurate. He doesn’t have as many quips and although his confidence does grow after he gets his powers, he doesn’t play into it the way that the comics do.

The Osborne vs. Spidey story-line has, without a doubt, always been my favorite. The way that they wrote it out in the original trilogy, even down to Harry seeking revenge for his father, is amazing. Not to mention that Willem Dafoe as Norman is always a win. Doc Oct is also a favorite of mine (which is why Spider-Man PS4 is one of my favorite games of all time) and the way that he was portrayed, the arms slowly taking over his sanity, had me on the edge of my seat. Spider-Man 2 is the first movie I remember seeing in theaters and I’m definitely glad that’s the case. 

One thing I hated was the fact that the web wasn’t from a web shooter and instead just- came out of him? But the montage of him figuring out how to make the webs come out is still hilarious and will always be my favorite. 

Also J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson is the most accurate casting in the world.

We don’t talk about Spider-Man 3. 

Okay, okay. All I can say is Sony butting their heads into the movie was mistake #1 and mistake #2 was hiring that dude from That 70s show to play Eddie Brock. That man can’t act. Also Emo Peter Parker? I ain’t about that. 

Moving on to The Amazing Spider-Man. I know that it was widely hated, but I can confidently say I enjoy the different take that Marc Webb (lol puns) took. It wasn’t as camp as Raimi’s but it was a slightly darker take. The popular consensus is that Garfield was too “cool” for Peter but in all honesty it was a front, and he was still very smart and very awkward especially around Gwen. He played into Peter well, just with a bit of added confidence but the only thing that was missed was Peter slowly gaining confidence. Instead he just had it from the beginning.  

I also enjoyed the fact that we got to know what happened to Peter’s parents, and in the second film we got to learn just how much they loved him. 

Andrew Garfield’s Spidey is the most accurate of the three, in my opinion. He has the quips, the confidence, and the suit. It all worked out very well for him, and if only he was given slightly better material I think that he could have been the best Spider-Man. 

Lastly, Tom Holland. MCU Spider-Man is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not my favorite. 

He gets dangerously close to side-kick territory, and yeah while he does work for Tony Stark very briefly in the comics, that was years after he had already been established as a hero. Tom plays Spider-man very well, but it’s absolutely nothing like any of the comics. 

He’s the youngest iteration (which makes sense, he was supposed to be 14 in Civil War) but he plays into like he’s a child. I enjoy the father-son relationship that Tony and Peter have, and I like that Tony could mentor him but I just like the established and confident Spidey more. 

Maybe that’s because these movies came out while I was already an adult and I see him as so young, but my point still stands. He’s still an amazing Spider-man and being the first Spidey to play along-side other heroes was a big job to take on and Tom did it with ease. 

With that being said, I like him more that Garfield’s because he actually looks like he could be a Spider-Man, meanwhile Andrew seemed miscast. Just a touch. 

Now I’m not saying that Tom is a bad actor, because he’s not. He’s acting with the material provided and he’s doing amazing at it (I even briefly talked about it with him at FanX). He said that he had big shoes to fill, and I told him that he was doing great. 

I also think Jon Watts could have broke the MCU mold much like Taika Waititi did with Ragnarok but it was a missed opportunity :/

TLDR; each spidey had their goods and their bads. If you actually read this, thank you for listening to my rambling. 

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Avengers: Endgame (2019)

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I met Tom Holland today at Salt Lake FanX! He is the kindest soul and I’m so glad I was able to meet him, he was always so excited to see everyone and it was almost like he still couldnt believe that all those people were there to see him. He was like “gosh there’s so many of you! I didn’t expect this many people!” And I almost cried. So, so kind ♥️♥️

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Quickly approaching 2k...what should I write in celebration? Send me suggestions!!

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Bucky stahp. :0

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Good as Hell

Anonymous asked: Omg what about a bucky x reader skinny dipping together and then smut, since is your thing? 😜😜 you write wounderfully btw!

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where bucky x reader get caught? you know....... ;)

A/N:Thank y’all for the suggestions!! Sorry it took so long!! 

Warnings: cussing, smut, oral (both m and f receiving)

Sometimes, especially when on a mission that may take a couple weeks, you aren’t supposed to leave the safe house at night. In fact, Steve made it very clear that you (as he pointed directly to you in the meeting) are not supposed to leave the house. You rolled your eyes at him, saying he definitely acts his age before making your way up to your room. 

It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, like a little puppy. Of course you had a crush on him, and it wasn’t any school girl crush either. It was the type of crush that had you imagining him in the shower, his strong arm wrapped around your torso while he positioned himself between your- 

“The moon looks pretty tonight.” His words broke your thought, and you followed him to the balcony and stood at the fence, gazing at the stars. 

He was your best friend, the type of person you could cry to. And vice versa, you found yourself holding him at night when no one else was around. You two had a good relationship and you knew that one day your thoughts might ruin it. He just wanted to be friends. 

“You’re right,” you wished that you had the courage to date him, “It’s gorgeous. Tony really outdid himself on this location. I mean, look at the lake.” 

Bucky’s eyes trailed down from the sky and towards the moonlit lake, the reflection creating something you only thought ever happened on paintings. A smile found it’s way onto your lips as you saw Bucky eyeing the lake. 

“Shall we go for a swim?” He whispered, turning his head towards you and smirking. 

“We can’t leave the house, remember?” You mocked Steve’s voice, motioning with your hands the way that Steve always does. You had a history of sneaking out to explore whatever city the group found themselves in, and that led to you being attacked on a few separate occasions, kidnapped once, and missing an attack on the safe house another time. Suffice to say, everyone was quite annoyed with it. It surprised you when Bruce was the one to tell you how pissed off everyone was. 

You had tried to get Bucky to come with you during those times but he always says the same thing, “I’ve got a metal arm, I’m more suspicious than you’ll ever be.” 

“Yeah, but. . . what if we did, just this once? For an hour tops and we’ll be right in front in the lake anyway. If anyone showed up we would know immediately.” Bucky scratched the back of his neck like he does when he knows he’s saying something he definitely shouldn’t. 

“Bucky Barnes, are you trying to convince me to break Steve’s rules?” You stood back, your mouth slightly agape in mock shock. 

“The lake just seems enticing tonight, okay?” He defended, straddling the fence. “So, you in or not?” 

You furrowed your brows in thought, tapping your chin before looking behind you to see if anyone was around to hear your plot for escape. “I’m in.” 

“Good,” he winked, “I’ll meet you down there.” He swung his other leg over the fence and jumped. Bucky landed with a thud on his ankles and you rushed over. 

“Bucky,” you whisper-yelled, but he was already halfway to the lake, “fucking super soldiers.” You muttered, swinging your legs over the fence and bracing for impact before jumping down and rolling. Quickly, you found yourself running on the grass and onto the dock of the lake. You turned around and glanced at the house, seeing silhouettes in the windows of everyone in their individual rooms. You cocked your head before turning back and seeing Bucky sliding his shirt off. 

“Oh shit, Bucky. I don’t have a swim suit.” You said, “I’ll just dip my feet.” 

As you tried to slip your shoes off you looked up at Bucky, who had nothing on but his boxers. You gulped. 

“I don’t either.” He turned his back to you and slipped his boxers down to his ankles in a motion too quick for you to process what was happening. You covered your eyes, “Bucky!” His name left your mouth like a squeal. You had always imagined him like this but you never though it would happen. You refused to uncover your eyes as you sat there, the image of the moon reflecting off of his perfect naked body forever burned into your mind. 

You never thought you would be in this situation. Seeing Bucky like this was enough to fuel your thoughts for the rest of your life. As far as the team knows, you’re too innocent to think of things like that. Such. . . graphic and detailed thoughts that caused your core to ache. You could only imagine what it would all feel like. 

“Well geeze, (Y/N). I’m not going to get my clothes wet, Silly.” He teased, and you heard the patter of his feet against the wooden dock followed by a splash of water. You finally opened your eyes just in time for his head to pop back above the water. 

“What’s wrong Darlin’? The water is nice and warm tonight.” He grinned, swimming towards you and resting his arms on the dock. 

“Nothing’s wrong, I just-” 

“(Y/N), just come in the water. It’ll be like Blue Lagoon!” It was one of his favorite movies since you showed it to him. 

“Except we’re not on an island or fucking each other.” You retorted, feeling him eye you. 

“Right, but we’ll be naked. And we’ll be in water.” He laughed, floating on his back as you looked at his eyes and tried to avoid staring at his manhood. 

You sighed, “Turn around.” 

“Turning around.” He said, swimming further into the lake while you looked around for any peeping toms. You took a quick glance at Bucky, “Ugh, fuck it.” You slipped your clothes off quickly, jumping into the lake. When you resurfaced, Bucky was swimming towards you. 

“See, not so bad, is it?” 

His close proximity made you quiver. With anticipation or anxiety, you weren’t sure, but you knew that it took everything in you not to immediately jump on him. Best friends don’t do that. . . But they also don’t swim naked with each other. 

Bucky took water into his mouth before spitting it at you, breaking you out of your trance. You gasped, laughing while you swung your hand and splashed him back.

He chuckled, going under the water for a moment. You tried to look for him but you couldn’t quite see him. That is, until you felt him grab your ankle and yank you downward. You gasped just before you went under water, opening your eyes and seeing him lit up perfectly by the moon. He held your ankle in his hand and with a grin, let go of it, swimming towards you. 

You knew he could see you, your body completely exposed to him. You had never felt more vulnerable, and you expected him to turn away in disgust but yet here he was, pulling both of you up to the surface and swimming as close to you as possible. 

“You know that you’re absolutely gorgeous, right?” Bucky breathed, his hair sticking to his forehead. You reached forward, slicking his hair back and ignoring what he said. 

“No, listen to me,” he swam around your whole perimeter, his hands caressing the skin on your waist as he did so. “you don’t get to ignore me anymore.” 

You thought back to all the times he complimented you. His tone was always so soft, and it was always after you cuddled him during his panic attacks. You’d always ignore it, not respond or acknowledge it because you’d always figured he was saying it in the heat of the moment. Just because you were there for him when he needed somebody, not because he actually thought it. 

“I- uhm,” you stuttered, unable to think of what to say. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he finally grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. The water only added to the sensations you were feeling and a small hiss left your mouth at the contact of his skin against yours. Your bare chest against his had your head whirling. You couldn’t believe anything that he was saying, it was like a dream come true. “When you come to my room at the tower in your little shorts, telling me stories from your life, it takes everything in me not to kiss you.” 

“Why did you stop yourself?” You questioned, your words coming out ragged with your breath. 

“I figured the feeling wasn’t mutual. . . was it?” He looked into your eyes as you felt him place his leg between your knees, sliding your legs apart. You gasped at the contact, “It is, it always has been.” 

Bucky moved his lips to your ear, breathing harshly before whispering softly, “So you wouldn’t mind if I touched you?” 

This was new territory for you. Past hook ups were a result of you trying to distract yourself from Bucky, which led to a lot of drinks and a lot of regret. Not only did you not know what to say, you found yourself inching towards his lips. He took no time at all to close the gap between you two, his plump lips playing with your in a moment of pure, uninterrupted passion. 

You wrapped your hands around his neck and felt him place his knee between your thighs. You straddled his leg because your legs were becoming too weak for you to stand on the bed of the lake. He held you up with ease, grabbing your legs and wrapping your them around his waist. You couldn’t help but moan at the contact of your clit against his member. He was growing quickly, his hips tutting against you. 

Your hand reached in between the two of you, rubbing your thumb against the head of his member, his sensitivity obvious when a whimper fell from his lips and he buried his head into your neck. 

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re exquisite,” you moaned at his words against his lips, circling your hips against him to increase friction. You felt like you couldn’t get closer to him, you wanted him inside you. 

You decided to take matters into your own hands and reached down, grabbing his member in your hands, causing him to groan. You rubbed the head against your entrance teasingly, before he pushed his cock into you quickly. 

The loudest moan left your throat, a noise you didn’t recognize but made you feel so unbelievably sexy. He laughed breathlessly, “You have to be quiet, baby. Unless you want an audience?” 

You steadied yourself on his shoulders and lifted your hips, riding him. His fingertips dug into your hips, sure to leave a bruise but you didn’t care. “I don’t want an audience but I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if they did come.” 

“You’ll be coming in a second.” Bucky said cockily, taking matters into his own hands, lifting you up and slamming you back down. You pulled him back to your mouth, kissing him again. It was all teeth and tongue, but you didn’t care, you just wanted him closer to you. 

With one arm lifting you up and slamming you back down, he took his other arm and reached for your chest, tugging your nipple in between his fingers. You moaned again, unable to cope with the sensations that all of this was bringing you. Bucky’s stubble, scattering itself across his cheeks as if gently placed by god himself, scratched your cheek as his mouth nibbled on your ear lobe. 

It didn’t take long for him to get just as shaky as you. His breathing was ragged, his teeth biting your neck softly. You were holding on for dear life, an orgasm fast approaching. 

“Cum baby,” he whispered, metal fingers downward and rubbing your clit harshly, “God you are so fucking sexy. I used to think about you every night. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve cum thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock.” 

His words made your stomach tighten, his cock driving into you faster and faster. His finger reached back up and traced your lips, which were formed in an ‘o’, “Such perfect, pretty lips.”

Bucky’s words sent you spiraling over the edge, your sex tightened around him as heat enveloped your body. You pulled him close to you, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. 

He was still inside of you, slowly moving in and out as he gave you time to rest. You looked up at him, concern etching your brows, “You didn’t cum.” 

“I really want that pretty little mouth wrapped around me.” His thumb moved from your cheek back to your lips, before sticking it inside of your mouth. You sucked graciously on the tip of his thumb, your tongue playing with his finger pad. 

You could see his face flush with excitement, the lust in his eyes growing stronger and stronger. Finally, he pulled his cock out of your entrance and lifted you onto the dock. Now, out of the water and fully exposed in the moonlight, you could see absolutely everything about him. His abs were tense, his hand reaching down and jerking his member while he looked at you with a grin on his face. 

Oh so slowly, you pushed his hand away from himself, gripping it and rubbing your hand up and down. Immediately he groaned, and you found yourself growing excited once again. You moved, straddling his chest before leaning down and taking his member into your mouth. Your tongue moved skillfully down his shaft, paying special attention to the vein pulsating on the side. 

His hips bucked into your mouth, and you felt his hands grip your thighs before sliding you up to his face, placing your sex just over his mouth. 

It didn’t take you long to be grinding your pussy down on his lips as you sucked on the head of his shaft. 

All of your thoughts about him were spilling out now and you did everything in your power to please him in any way you possibly could. His cock twitched in your mouth, and you knew he was close. 

Bucky’s moans vibrated onto your clit and caused your second, uninterrupted rolling orgasm of the night. You lifted your hips away from his face and moved your hand up and down on the rest of the shaft that you couldn’t take into your mouth. 

His cock twitched again, and with a loud groan, he released into your mouth. The taste was sweeter than you imagined and you swallowed, collapsing on top of him. Bucky’s breath was harsh as he picked you up and moved you to rest your head on his chest. 

“That was better than I ever imagine.” Bucky’s voice was ragged, and this was the first time you had ever seen The Winter Soldier so out of breath. Not even when it seemed like you were running for hours or throwing punches at those who wronged the world, he always seemed. . . fine. 

“I can’t believe we actually did it.” You whispered, now keenly aware at how exposed the two of you were. You moved your head up and glanced at the house, where a figure stood in your balcony. Uh oh. 

“Uhm, Buck?” You tried to focus your eyes to see who was staring at you. 

“Yes, darling?” He said, grinning at you from ear to ear. His lips moved down to your forehead and pressed a tender kiss. This one wasn’t filled with lust like before, it felt different and made you feel tingly in a completely different way. 

“I think someone was watching us.” You barely got the sentence out before Bucky was moving quickly, blocking you from the house’s view and tossing you his shirt. Bucky didn’t seem too bothered that the person could see him, I’m sure he got used to it after being poked at by just about every HYDRA official. 

He threw his arms up in a ‘what?!’ motion, before the figure shook it’s head and walked back into the room. Bucky slipped back on his boxers and you slipped your sweats onto your wet legs, cringing at the feeling. Bucky reached down and picked up your panties, sticking them into his pocket. 

“Bucky!” You yelled, trying to grab them from him. He only chuckled, “Hey, they might lock us in separate rooms now so I need something to remember your delicious scent.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Then what do I get from you?” 

He wasted no time placing his arm on the small of your back and kissing you hard. The feeling on your lips sent shockwaves through your body and you wondered if this is what sparks felt like. Even your left foot rose up, and you heard a chuckle leave Bucky’s throat when you pulled away. 

“That good, huh?” He winked, and you slapped his chest.

Your legs were still weak from the mind blowing sex so you carefully trudged behind Bucky, knowing damn well you were about to get the shout of a lifetime. 

Bucky held your hand as you climbed up the stairs and walked into your room where Steve sat on your bed. His hands were clasped carefully in front of him, and his face was red, almost embarrassed. You forgot the Super Soldier was still so. . . inexperienced. You couldn’t help but giggle, but suppressed them once Steve’s eyes met yours. You hid behind Bucky and peaked out. 

“We have. . . Guys I saw- there’s-” Steve stumbled over his sentences, and you bit Bucky’s back to keep yourself from laughing both at the hysterical situation and the slight embarrassment. 

“Yes, Steve? What did you see?” Bucky crossed his arms in front of his chest, causing you to laugh outloud before quickly silencing yourself again. 

Steve glared, “Don’t make me say it.” 

“Oh, come on kid. You had to have seen porn before.” Bucky talked to Steve as if he was still that small kid from Brooklyn. 

“I was checking the cameras before bed, and saw you two in the lake. I was about to tell both of you to get your butts back in hear but then I. . . Heard it.” Steve explained, causing Bucky to laugh loudly. 

Sure, you were embarrassed you had been caught but you were still reeling at the fact that you had finally done what you wanted to do for so long. And besides, it was only Steve. He probably closed his eyes until you were quiet again. 

“I hope you enjoyed the show,” Bucky said, finally moving away from you and pulling Steve off of the bed, “but we’ve got some business to get down to in here, so I’d appreciate it if you left the room.” 

“Bucky you two know you aren’t supposed to leave the-” The door was pushed closed in Steve’s face before he could finish his sentence. Bucky turned back around quickly to you, “Are you ready for our business?” 

Without another word, you slipped his shirt off of your body, before getting tackled onto the bed. 

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SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME (2019) dir. Jon Watts

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Omg what about a bucky x reader skinny dipping together and then smut, since is your thing? 😜😜 you write wounderfully btw!

Oof that sounds goooood I’ll definitely write that soon! And I have no clue how smut became my thing but y’know, I’m here for it. Thank you!!!! :)

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I finished all the pieces! It took about four hours and I’m now covered in sharpie and paint!

Hey y’all! So I’m cosplaying Bucky this year for Salt Lake FanX! I’m making the arm from scratch and I’ve never cosplayed so i figured I’d show my progress :)

So first I started with a black glove and lots of gorilla tape:

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Hey! Any chance you could do more sebastian imagines? it is in your name after all loll

Haha I could definitely work on that, thank you!!:)

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Only Room for Desire

@sebbybarrnes asked: i was wondering if i could request a professor!bucky x reader oneshot where they’ve always had this sexual tension and in class she starts seducing him, he releases his class early and then they smash. like a smutty, fluffy fic. :)

A/N: ahhh I tried to follow as closely to what you wanted as possible, butttt I got a bit carried away. . .  I hope you enjoy it! Again I’m sorry it took so long, my inbox was an absolute mess and I was finally able to go through it. Thank you so much for the request babes xx

Warnings: Everything in the book tbh 

College was always on your mind. From assignments, to scheduling, to payments for student loans, it felt like you couldn’t get a break. That is, until you got to your Film Studies class. Then it seemed that the only thing on your mind was Professor Barnes. 

Sure, you knew that it wasn’t necessarily appropriate that you thought of him bending you over the desk and spanking you until your ass turned red, but that certainly didn’t stop you. The only reason you hadn’t dropped the class in the first place was because Professor Barnes insisted that his class would be worth it. 

You rushed across campus and into the English building, running up the stairs as quickly as you could. Why you scheduled your classes so far from each other was beyond you, but you had to get there early so you had a chance to banter with Barnes. 

Your favorite part of the day. 

You walked into the classroom and for once, you were not the first one there. Your face dropped, looking at the elevated desks and deciding it was best to sit in the front. You know, for the best view. 

Professor wasn’t in yet, and you quietly listened to the chatter among the other students in the room. 

“Did you hear that Professor Barnes is on Tinder? Who would have thought a man that looks like that would have to use a dating app.” 

You quickly turned your head back to the two girls a few rows behind you, a tinge of jealousy hitting once you realized they were just as attracted to him as you were. 

“I heard he likes younger girls, maybe I actually have a shot with him.” 

You rolled your eyes. There wasn’t any way you were allowing that to happen. 

Soon, Barnes walked into the room and the conversations were hushed. “Good afternoon, my favorite class,” it didn’t take him long for his eyes to find you, you always sat in the same spot. It was almost like he was looking for you specifically, “I trust you all did the essay on location in films and the importance of a good set.” 

Shit. 

Everyone began to get up and set their essays in the box, besides you. You hadn’t quite finished it yet, and you didn’t realize it was due today. Barnes looked through all the names and looked up to see you tapping your pencil anxiously against the desk. 

You two had always had an interesting relationship, from the start of the semester to now. You knew he was keenly aware of your attraction to him, and you decided it was best not to hide it from him. He didn’t seem to mind, either, as you weren’t one to shy away from giving him a show. Only he could see the subtle things you did, beneath the feet of the other students who were usually too enthralled with the film on screen to notice. 

“(Y/N)?” his eyes looked you up and down, your legs slightly agape beneath the desk, your skirt just short enough for him to get a good view. You knew what he liked. “Where’s your essay?”

You closed your legs tightly, watching him slip his glasses upward and resting them on the top of his head. God did he look sexy with his hair pushed back. . . 

“I, uh, I’m not quite finished with it yet. I thought the due date was next Friday.” you explained swallowing nervously when you heard a snicker from behind you. 

“Since this is your last course for today, you wouldn’t have a problem staying after class and finishing it here? I need them for the gradebook.” He said, and again you heard a small laugh. 

You nodded, “Yes sir, I’ll stay.” 

“Alright.” He looked up at the projector and switched it on, “Today we’ll be breaking down scenes from La La Land. From use of color, to character framing. I want to know everything you guys noticed.” 

You sunk slowly in your chair as the first scene started to play, the vibrancy of LA streets depicted in this movie bleak compared to your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to be officially alone with Professor Barnes, for longer than five minutes. 

Oh god. 

The hour long class was quick to end, so you pulled out your laptop to finish your assignment while the rest of the class filtered out through the door.

You typed away quickly, almost blocking out the rest of the world because you knew the moment you looked up and saw Barnes behind his desk, you would only be able to imagine yourself beneath it, sucking his long, huge co- 

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yes, sir?” You couldn’t help but call him that. 

“What has you so distracted that you couldn’t finish your assignment, huh?” He was standing in front of you, his hands on his hips while your eyes scanned over his tightly fitted slacks. 

“Just, uh,” you licked your lips, swallowing harshly, “got my dates mixed up. I’m sorry.” 

He chuckled, turned around and going back to his desk, where he straightened out some papers. “Y’know, when you wear skirts that short, I can’t help but stare.” 

You looked towards the door, seeing students pass by unbothered in the hallway, “Maybe that’s the point.” His ass looked great in those pants. 

“Oh? Is that so? And why would you want me to stare Miss (Y/L/N)?” He turned back around, his slacks now straining against his groin, his body moving quickly towards the door and locking it. 

You gulped, staring straight ahead. This was something you wanted for so long and now that it’s happening, you didn’t know how to react. 

“(Y/N), look at me.” 

“I am.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re looking through me right now. I thought this would be something you wanted?” He was backed away from you, leaning against his desk again, still prominent with arousal. You met his eyes, the burning blue almost blinding. 

“Considering the last few classes, I wouldn’t think seeing me in a short little skirt again would leave much desire.” You teased, but you knew it was the nervousness talking. Fuck, (Y/N), you know you want this.

Professor Barnes chuckled, “(Y/N), I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. And if you think that you sitting in front of me in such a short skirt doesn’t overwhelm me with desire then you’d be mistaken, I just don’t budge unless I’m invited.” 

For a few seconds, you was speechless. So much had happened in such a little amount of time, your brain was having a hard time sorting through it all. You looked at Professor Barnes and it was almost as if scales had dropped from your eyes because suddenly, you did see him. In all his gorgeous, up close glory. Those high cheek bones, eyes darkened by lust, his elegant hands and his long fingers, fuck. Finally you noticed his insatiable desire for. . . you. Oh god he was beautiful. Absolutely, incredibly beautiful and now that you’re so close to him, you couldn’t stop staring. 

Closing your laptop, you slid it away. 

“Kiss me.” 

The words left you without any thought and you realized that you wanted this- no, needed this more than anything. Barnes leaned over and allowed his lips to close over yours, softly, gently. He gave you as much time as you needed to change your mind, to push him away, but you didn’t. You slid your arms around his neck and brought him closer. 

He ran his tongue along your lips until you opened your mouth. He touch yours for a moment before retreating, teasingly, back into his mouth. Another flickering touch and back again, and again. Coaxing you, persuading you. Finally, you traced your tongue into his mouth, feeling the answering rub, and the unbelievable sensation of him sucking on it. 

You moaned, unable to help it. Your sense ignited, and you maneuvered one hand from his neck to his shirt. One by one, you undid his buttons. When it was finally undone, you rested your open palms against his bare chest and it did feel as incredible as it looked. Professor Barnes reached behind him and flicked the collar off of his neck, allowing the silk garment to hit the floor beneath his feet. 

He moved his lips down to your neck, easily finding your sweet spot and sucking. The feel of him sucking your neck aroused you deeply, the waves of heat sweeping through you had you quivering. 

You felt your hands trace every muscle on his abdomen, finally snaking your hands around his waist and bringing him closer which earned a low growl of approval from deep within his throat. 

His lips came to your ear, before he licked the shell and whispered. 

“I want you so much. Tell me you want it too.” 

“Yes.”

The word had barely left your mouth, before he was leading you around the desk and carrying you to his own. He sat you down on the wooden desk and rested firmly between your legs. You slipped your blouse over your head and in one quick motion, he reached behind you and unclipped you bra. His palms cupped each of your breasts before moving down and sucking on your nipples. 

A clench of pure desire heated between your legs. He gripped your other breast in his hand, squeezing your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched and you clasped his head. The sensation of his teeth scraping softly against your nipple was almost too much, you thought you would faint. 

Professor Barnes rose your skirt up, exposing your pelvis and allowing the only thing on you to shield you to be your panties. He traced his hand along them, pressing inward. The friction of the cotton and his fingers made your nerve endings jump. A groan left his pink lips while he slipped your panties off of you, barring you in his gaze. 

“Oh fuck. You’re so beautiful. Absolutely exquisite.” he breathed before kissing you with a thoroughness that left your head spinning. He trailed his mouth to your nipple again, his hand searching for your center. Those fingers caressed you knowingly, almost as if you’d told him all your secrets. When his thumb rubbed against your clit and a finger slid inside you, you were trembling with need. 

A harsh noise of protest escaped you when he stopped, his mouth left your breast and he kissed his way down your stomach. 

“Professor, wait!” You gasped, shocked. 

“Stop?” He said pausing just above your navel. 

“Uhm, not stop all of it, I just don’t think it would be appropri-” 

He almost snorted, “Well I do think it is. We’ve come this far.” He winked before sinking down to the level of your sex. 

At the first touch of his tongue, your mind went completely blank. A long, thick stripe covered you, leaving seared flesh in it’s wake. He spread your legs further until each of them straddled his shoulders, all the while plying and delving into the soft, pink flesh. 

You didn’t tell him to wait anymore, because you couldn’t. Moans you didn’t recognize were leaving your mouth with increasing volume and wrenching, twisting spasms of pleasure curled inside of you. You writhed above him, feeling him explore every nuance of you with intense intimacy. Your hips pressed closer to him helplessly, an aching emptiness inside you grew with each stroke of his tongue. You were being pushed to an edge you had never been to before. Barnes increased the pressure, ratcheting up the intensity, and when his mouth finally settled on your clitoris and he sucked, you screamed. 

Shards of ecstasy burst through you, traveling from the center of your extremities in a flash. Your heart, which you thought was simply going to burst, slowed down significantly. The heat you felt before was replaced with a new warmth. A sense of euphoria so strong, your eyes burst open in astonishment. 

Barnes looked up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth wet with your excitement, “You have never looked more beautiful.” He whispered, his voice full of passion. 

He brought his lips to yours and for a split, you were embarrassed. Then, you found the new saltiness on his lips to be unbelievably pleasuring. His tongue twirled with yours and his hardened member slid against your crease. 

You shuddered, but he only swept the outside before doing it again, and again. 

“You tell me when.” He murmured against your lips, matching his hip movements with that of what his tongue was doing just moments before which brought the heat back with more intensity than the last time. 

“Tell me,” he moaned as a twist of his hips made you cry. 

Your heart pounded and your mind clouded but of course there was only once answer, “Now.” 

He gave you a dizzying kiss before slipped his slacks off of his hips, slipping his length deep inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to feel incredibly full, his slow strokes leaving just enough to the imagination as to what he could do to you. 

“Are you alright, darlin’?” 

It was intimate in a way you had never experienced, staring into each other’s eyes while he slowly moved his hips back and forth in one of the most erotic things you had never done. 

He was your professor, your teacher, and here you had him slipping inside you like a literal sex god, staring deeply into your eyes and making you forget about every single stressful thing you had ever went through. 

You could only nod in response to his question, feeling his thrusts begin to get a little faster. You quickly picked up on the rhythm and the increased contact had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Wait.” you whispered, slipping off of the desk and turning around. He kissed your neck, “you want me to fuck you over this table?” 

You grinned, “Please professor.” 

Quickly, the once slow and steady movements were gone and was replaced with aggressiveness. He pushed your torso down and made sure your ass stuck up in the air perfectly. Your heels steadied your ankles as he kissed your back, before pushing into you once again. 

You gasped uncontrollably as his movements got more intense. Earlier hesitation forgotten, you thrashed beneath him and clawed the edge of the desks. His hurried breathing only turned you on more, as his throat let out a low growl. 

Barnes grabbed your hair and forced you upward, kissing your lips harshly while he continued to thrust deep inside of you with no intent on stopping. 

A cry left your mouth, finally. A flooded orgasm sweeped over you that was somehow even stronger than the first one that left residual tingles underneath your skin. 

Behind you, Professor Barnes groaned, his face twisting into pure ecstasy as he drove into you even more rapidly than before. You couldn’t look away from him, seeing his control evaporate from him was somehow enduring. The sweat dripped on his forehead as he kissed you yet again, almost bruisingly, shuddering for several moments. 

When you broke away to breathe, he shifted the two of you to lay on the floor beside one another. His arms coiled around you, and there didn’t seem to be enough oxygen in the room. He didn’t wait to press another kiss to your forehead, sighing in content while you began to feel drowsy beside him. 

“Oh darlin’, you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you. Seeing all the guys in the class stare at you, it took everything in me not to bend you over in front of the class and show everyone exactly who’s yours.” 

You laughed almost in disbelief, “I’ve dreamt of the moment for months. I can’t believe it finally happened.” 

His voice was raspy, “Why don’t you call me Bucky from now on, yeah? And I’ll take you out for some dinner tonight?” 

You grinned, “I’d like that Bucky.” 

“Great,” his chest heaved, “It’s a date then.” 

You nodded with a smirk, “It’s a date.” 

[imaginesebastian]

i was wondering if i could request a professor!bucky x reader oneshot where they’ve always had this sexual tension and in class she starts seducing him, he releases his class early and then they smash. like a smutty, fluffy fic. :)

Ahhh I’m so sorry it took me so long to see this!! But this definitely sounds like a fun one to do! I’ll write it as soon as I can ;)