#honestly my listening was down so much this year but!

[clip-the-simp]

Not Much Else [Pt.4]

Ao3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3,257

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW! mdni!, Swearing, drug use (? It’s The Ghoul’s inhaler) (I’m bad at warning tags so just let me know if I need/should to add some)

Tags: Mild Proofreading, NSFW!, fingering, oral (f receiving), PnV, unprotected sex, overstimulation, irradiated cream pie, wing play(?) suggestive content, flirting, reader had bat wings, Bounty Hunting, deviation from TV show, pre!show events(?), Slow Burn(?) (Again I'm bad at tags so let me know)

Summary: You're a vault experiment that makes it to the surface. Quickly you learn the lay of the land and a few years later end up working the same bounty as The Ghoul. You convince him to let you tag along after having a feeling that you just had to follow him. Where will this story lead? Only time (and my motivation) will tell.

A/N: Question for y’all. Is it confirmed somewhere that whatever is in The Ghoul’s inhaler is Radaway or are we just assuming that? And what methods are there of using RadAway. Haven’t done much research but figured someone would correct me in the comments. Would love to know. Anyway, this is part 4 to my Copper Howard/The Ghoul x reader fanfic. This is also my first time writing smut so that’s why it took me a while to update. Be forewarned that this is going to be far from canon and really unrealistic honestly. But listen. If writing has taught me one thing, it’s that anything can happen.

The Ghoul’s expression soured as he turned his head back to the fire and started poking at it with the stick. The burnt speaks of wood floating through the air and a few catching on the meat cooking above. No wonder you had been so drawn to him at first. The two of you had been thick as thieves before the bombs fell.

“You’re gonna need t’ be more specific darlin.” He stated while he leaned back, Cooper’s eyes stayed on the flames as they reached for the sky. Words failed to form in your mouth when you tried to clarify. Instead opting for a moment of silence.

You rotated the meat on the makeshift spit you had made. Memories of the past the two of you shared began to resurface.

The time when you had accepted an invitation to a wrap party at his house. You had fallen into the pool, while talking to Coop, when another party goer had drunkenly pushed you in. Being a good host he helped you out of the pool while Barb grabbed you a towel to dry off.

Another time Cooper and yourself were on set getting ready for a romantic scene. You had zoned out while admiring the set when he had spooked you from your thoughts. Out of instinct you had jumped and spun around. Cooper had been close enough to end up with a shoulder to the chin from your jump. You had apologized profusely but he assured you it had been fine.

You were brought out of your memories when the man beside you coughed. Your attention was drawn back to him as he rummaged through his bag for his modified jet inhaler. He had used it a few times a day but it seemed as if he was having to use the device a bit more.

“I can’t believe you’re still alive.” You said only slightly above a whisper. Having assumed everyone from your past had died, besides the ones trapped in vaults, you had accepted being the only relic from your time.

Cooper placed the glass vial into his inhaler before taking a large intake of the yellow medicine. He coughed a few times before trying to answer you properly.

“I may be ‘alive’,” He raised his fingers in air quotes around the word ‘alive’ before he looked at you. Cooper’s eyes held a range of emotions that you couldn’t narrow down. “But I’m not the same man I was.”

“Regardless. It’s nice to have you around.” You assured him before settling back against the log. Pulling your bag into your lap, you rummaged around for a moment to find your rations. There weren’t many options besides the human jerky you had prepared the night before. Deciding it’s better than using up your good food, you settled for it. Also pulling out the bottle of whisky you had stashed. As you tore off a piece of meat and began to chew, a chuckle rose from Cooper which got your attention.

“So, you go around telling everyone you were a floozy in Hollywood or am I just special?” He had a smirk on his face which earned him an extra hard punch to the arm. Cooper let out a hurt sound which bleed into a laugh, rubbing the spot you had hit.

“Is that really what you're stuck on? After this revelation that ‘oh hey, my friend is still alive’ all you got was ‘man what a floozy?” You questioned him with a raised eyebrow. Cooper relaxed again into the log, making sure to throw an arm behind you.

“Can’t say it went unnoticed. Never thought y’ to be the type.” He shrugged and grabbed the whisky bottle you had laid between the two of you as you took another bite. Cooper uncorked the bottle and brought it to his lips to take a quick swig. A few drops of the amber liquid escaped from the sides of his mouth. You gave him a glare as he helped himself to your liquor.

“Ya well it’s not like I went around flaunting the fact I had to sleep with a few producers to get my start.” You growled before reaching for the bottle which he pulled away from you. Cooper chuckled at the look on your face before reluctantly passing it to you. Yanking it from his grip you took a gulp. Letting the liquid burn its way down your throat as it chased down the jerky.

“Y’ didn’t sleep with Emil right?” He asked as you took a sip. The question caught you off guard as you began to choke on your meal. You coughed into your arm trying to compose yourself. If you hadn’t been choking you would've punched him again.

“God no! I was well in the business by then.” You said through coughs. Reaching his hand back out, you frowned and gave back the bottle. Cooper took another sip while looking into the fire. Feeling like causing trouble, you decided to poke the bear so to speak.

“Why? You jealous?” You teased with a raised eyebrow. You had to admit that Cooper was always charming. Before the booms, you had fancied him but kept it to yourself with him being married and all. You saw how much he loved his family even after the divorce.

“You want me to be?” He tilted his gaze to yours. The light from the fire distorting the look on his face, but the tone in his voice was unmistakable. It was predatory which matched the shift in the air you felt. Knots formed in your stomach as his gaze lingered. A heat building just below the surface of your skin.

You reached across him again trying to get the whiskey. Feeling like you needed some more liquid courage before you tried anything. Cooper pulled it from your reach again but this time you didn’t withdraw. Instead you continued to reach over his lap until he couldn’t keep it from you anymore that way. In retaliation he raised it above his head causing you to move and grab it from him.

Yanking it from his hand, you lowered yourself again and looked back at him with a look of triumph. It quickly faded however when you realized the position you were in. You hadn’t realized when you started to reach over his head, that you had moved to straddle The Ghoul holding your liquor hostage.

When you rested your weight back down Cooper jumped at the opportunity to pull you closer. One hand was pressed firmly against your lower back but placed to not touch the base of your wings. While the other rested on the back of your neck.

Your face was mere inches away from his and it made your heart race. The contact was sending waves of heat through your nerves that was making it hard to think. Your body was frozen in place and breathing started to become hard the longer he held you in his grip.

In a split second his lips were on yours and his hold on you got tighter. Cooper held you flushed against his body as he deepened the kiss with a slip of his tongue. It tasted of whiskey and whatever chems he had been puffing on earlier but in that moment it was heaven.

Your body loosened as you indulged in the kiss. Placing your arms on either side of his shoulders, you pulled closer. Still gripping the bottle of whisky in one hand you took your other, having dropped the jerky earlier, and rested it on the back of his neck.

The man under you groaned when you subconsciously moved your hips. Your body was begging for friction that you prayed Cooper would provide.

Pulling away for air, Cooper’s hands moved higher to graze the spot between your wings. A pathetic whimper left your throat as you let your wings go limp beside you.

“Fuck, Cooper.” You groaned, pulling the whisky bottle to your mouth again for a long sip before placing it behind the log. Hoping that it wouldn’t spill and be wasted. He tilted his head back to get a proper look at you, slowly taking away the hand at your neck to place his hat on the log. His gaze burned your skin and caused your clothes to feel as if they had become too clingy.

“Is that what y’ want?” Cooper’s tone was taunting. His hands moved to your waist as he held them in place to push his hips firmly between your legs. You could feel the tent in his pants beginning to form which only causes you to feel more desperate.

“Are y’ starting to remember those producers y’ had to fuck to get where y’ needed to be?” His question irritated you but only a low moan left you as you rested your face in the crook of his neck. The pressure that was starting to build was unbearable as you continued to move your clothed core against him.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” You grumbled into the flesh of his neck. His movements were quick as he pushed you onto the ground, parallel to the log and fire, keeping you pinned under him. Your heart was beating hard against your ribs. Laying on your back wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but at that moment you wouldn’t dare protest.

“Seems to me Imma have to teach y’ some manners.” His fingers slipped under the hem of your pants and underwear as he began to tug on them, which you let him. You gripped onto his shoulders while trying to help shimmy out of them and slipped out of your boots simultaneously.

Cooper tossed your clothes behind the log which you prayed didn’t tip over the open whisky bottle. Your thoughts were quickly pulled back to the man looming over you when he leaned down and nipped at the side of your neck.

You felt vulnerable under him as he gripped every inch of your exposed body with greedy hands. There were bound to be bruises later, especially where he continued to bite at your skin.

Copper lifted the bottom of your shirt but didn’t dare to try and rip it off. He stopped his pursuit on your neck as he made his way south. His lips passed over the fabric before pressing them just below your sternum and continued to travel downward. The ache in your lower half began to grow as he traveled further. Embarrassment took over as you threw an arm over your eyes and your breathing became uneven.

“Look at me sweetheart.” The Ghoul demanded which you reluctantly obeyed, only slightly lifting your arm to meet his gaze. Your eyes met his and a breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. He laid perfectly between your legs as he continued his trip downward. Pausing for a moment, he lifted his gloved hand to his mouth and bit the leather to remove it.

He tossed the glove behind the log to join your discarded clothes before going back to his work. Taking a moment he lifted two fingers to your lips. Quickly getting the memo, you took them into your mouth. They were bitter and salty but that didn’t bother you too much.

Cooper let out a low hum as he pulled them from your mouth and examined the work. There was a glint in his eyes as he did so. Not wasting any more time, he brought them back to where you needed them most.

A whimper left you when The Ghoul proceeded to run a finger through your wet folds. You hadn’t been touched in years, always focused on staying alive and never letting yourself make time for pleasure.

There was a chuckle that left Cooper as he indulged in the sounds you made. Your face burned with embarrassment as another whimper left your throat when he proceeded to lazily tease your entrance.

His gaze was burning with lust as he pushed a finger into you. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried not to moan. You could feel him working you open before pushing the other finger in. The sounds were lewd as he worked his digits in and out.

Your eyelids began to fall but quickly flew open as you felt The Ghoul’s lips press against your clit. It sent an abrupt wave of pleasure through you when he began to roll his tongue over the bundle of nerves. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer once he began to work expertly at bringing you pleasure.

“Please, Coop.” You pleaded as his fingers began to speed up in their pursuit. Your hands gripped at his shoulders in an attempt to anchor yourself to reality. A knot began to tighten in your lower half as The Ghoul relented.

You were right on the edge, upper thighs glistening with your arousal and saliva both from Cooper and yourself. However, right when you felt that tipping point begin to appear is when The Ghoul decided to pull away. A growl of frustration left your throat before you lifted your gaze to glare at him.

Although you looked more like a begging mess then the threat you intended to be. Cooper moved upward and kissed you while slipping his tongue past your lips. The taste of yourself in his mouth was shocking but not as much as when his pants were suddenly half way down his thighs and his hard cock was grinding against you.

You couldn’t help when your hips came up to meet his and your legs spread further to accommodate him. He groaned at the action and brought one hand to lightly stroke the part of your wing that was once broken. You moaned into the kiss which was only amplified when you felt the tip of Cooper’s cock sink into you.

One of his hands remained brushing over your wing while the other pinned down your hip. You wanted more of The Ghoul but he would only allow it at his own pace. Your hands gripped into the leather duster he wore when he began to push further into you.

A grunt left The Ghoul’s lips as you held onto him tighter and squeezed your eyes shut. The hand that was once at your wing was soon placed at your jaw as Cooper tipped your face to meet his.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you.” He demanded and proceeded to bottom out. An abrupt moan left you as you absorbed the feeling of The Ghoul deep inside you. You could feel every dip and rib that his radiation scares provided as he allowed you time to adjust.

Once adjusted, you soon grew impatient as your hips began to move on their own, trying to provide yourself with stimulation. Cooper chuckled before proceeding to rock his hips into you, slowly at first but the pace soon quickened.

“Jesus darlin you feel good.” He grumbled in your ear before proceeding to kiss and bite at your neck once more. You moaned lowly as you began to feel close to the edge again. It didn’t take much considering the prep he had provided and already being so close to begin with.

Your release came quickly when Cooper lowered a hand between the two of you and started to play with your clit. Small crescent moons appeared in the leather of The Ghoul’s jacket as you rode out your orgasm. The man still biting at your neck letting out a few moan of his own as you came.

He detached himself from your neck to look you in the eyes, his pace never faulting. It soon became too much as he tried to find his release. Pathetic sounds fell from your lips and filled the air as The Ghoul became relentless.

“Fuck. Cooper. Please.” Your mind was a bit scrambled as you pleaded. The once pleasant bullying of his cock soon became far more than you needed. But you didn’t want to stop him. As overstimulated as you were, you wanted his release just as you wanted your own.

“I know just, fuck, hold on a bit longer.” The Ghoul’s movements began to sputter. His once steady thrust became deep and uncoordinated. He could feel your walls clamping down on him even after your climax which soon was his downfall.

Cooper got so lost in the moment that he didn’t stop to think about where you wanted his cum. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came. Coating your walls white before he lowered to lay most of his weight on top of you. He stayed buried in you for a while as the both of you recovered.

You didn’t mind the weight of him even with your back starting to ache. Bathing in the afterglow provided you a moment to take in The Ghoul. His breathing had settled to an even pace as you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

“Y’ alright darlin?” Cooper asked, his voice muffled from where he had it buried in your shoulder. You hummed softly in acknowledgment. He raised his head up and placed a kiss on your lips before pulling out slowly. An involuntary whimper left your throat as he did so, now feeling empty and your mixed arousals leaking out of you.

He tucked himself back in his pants before digging in his bag for something. You didn’t bother looking as you continued to gather your thoughts. When he moved back to you he had a damp rag and something else you couldn't quite make out.

Cooper was as gentle as he could be when cleaning you up. The water was obviously cold but it didn’t bother you too much with how hot you were feeling. Once he was done he threw the fabric behind him and reached over the log to hand over your clothes.

Standing up to put your pants back on you looked down at The Ghoul to see what he had in his other hand. It was a small vial of RadAway which made you smile. He might not look like the same man you once knew, but god did you fall even further for him all the same. Even with his gruff exterior, The Ghoul was still a gentleman.

“Y’ should probably take this before y’ get sick.” He said as you sat back down and leaned against the log. Making sure to grab the whisky bottom from behind it, still upright and not a drop misplaced.

“I appreciate the gesture but please don’t worry about me.” You grabbed the cork and pushed it back onto the bottle. Looking back at him his brows were furrowed. You gave a small smile before placing your hand over the vial and pushing his hand back towards himself.

“I don't think a little bit of you being in me is gonna kill me. There is enough radiation pumping through my veins as is.” You reasoned, Cooper mumbled a few words under his breath before putting the RadAway back in his bag. He didn’t feel like arguing but would make sure you took some eventually.

He leaned back against the log, making sure to be as close as he could beside you. Your body was zapped of energy and couldn’t help your head falling onto his shoulder. The wing farthest from Cooper came in to tuck around you as you drifted off.

[no-oscar-dicaprio]

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[dullahandyke]

Anyway needless to say, college is showing me a whole slew of people who are using laptops in school for the first time and they're so bad at it. They're so bad at taking notes too. They're so bad at everything

[iwillstabyou]

I’m listening to Hozier and I’m feeling emotions I didn’t think even existed

[illogicalghost]

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[bahrmp3]

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[silverselfshippingchaos]

i miss f.elix!!

[shijas]

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[hamtaro-y0]

It's spotify wrapped time!! Ngl this one kinda surprised me. I definitely find new songs and only listen to them on repeat for weeks but I did not think I listened to those that much lol. I guess some of my later obsessions didn't have enough time to compete

[noxtivagus]

ffxv ost is still one of my favs mwah mwah 🤍

[willczek-art]

11, 19?

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what?

When I'm in the "Figuring Out" stage of the drawing, when I need to think about what I'm doing or fix previous mistakes (so projects or/and animation) I try to limit distractions and usually just end up sitting in silence.

Oooor I have some synth/soundtracks playing at a very low volume somewhere barely within my reach, but it's mostly quiet.

When I'm in the "This will get itself done, I just need to pack hours into it" phase (sketching for fun, coloring/rendering) I'm usually listening to music (Spotify and whatever rock-ish mess it curated for me (i can't make playlists for the life of me), Astral Throb when I don't want to hear words ;P).

Sometimes when music gets boring I get either an audiobook or a podcast (currently I'm slowly making my way through Distractable c: It's the first not-RPG podcast I'm listening to, Just Some People Talking About StuffTM isn't really my genere, but I've been watching them for so long I smile automatically whenever they laugh, so it's a good time ;P)

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

This made me realise I don't draw that many inanimate objects...

But I know I enjoy doing this weird wood texture, I love drawing smoke (thx Danica Sills) and I kinda like drawing random objects/simplified machinery? Or at least that's what I'm interested in learning how to draw (other than people), especially vintage tech~ :D

(Which means I should probably consider making a series of drawings of malfunctioning machines with wooden parts... xD)

[k2ulhu]

obligatory spotify wrapped post

[oceantornadoo]

bad day (simon riley x reader, best friends to lovers)

honestly, you should have seen it coming. staying in a safe house with four men who have never ending stomachs? but today, it was the last straw.

“you ate my last cookie?”

soap’s face dropped, jaw open. your voice was on the verge of breaking, tears forming in your eyes. you never showed this much vulnerability in front of the team, and he was flabbergasted. he shot a look at gaz, who was equally as confused. “‘m sorry, bonnie, i didnae ken-“ you pushed your hands on the table, shoving your chair back and out. “it’s ok. gonna take a nap.” you were wiping your eyes furiously, feeling unstable. first you got your period four days early (asking price to add pads to the shopping list was something you never wanted to experience again), then you couldn’t find your heating pad, and now your cookies were out? maybe it was the hormones, but you were done.

“oof.” you had ran into a thick wall. scratch that, the wall was moving. your vision was blurred by tears you refused to shed that you didn’t even realize it was your closest friend ghost. “dove?” you hiccuped. why did he always have to be so nice to you? gruff and mean-sounding to everyone else, but an avid listener and sweet talker when it came to you. “jus’ trying to get to my room, didn’t see you. sorry l.t..” you tried to maneuver around him, but unfortunately a 6’4 machine of a man did not move easily.

“why you cryin’, baby?” shit, simon did not mean to call you that. he did not want to have this conversation right now, especially when you looked like you were about to break down. you were always so strong, having to work ten times harder as a woman in the military, and he was always careful to not undermine you or your struggles. unfortunately, that landed him firmly in the friendzone for the past year, unable to confess his feelings without breaking your trust. he maneuvered you to the closest room, which happened to be his. he sat down on the bed, intending to sit you down next to him, but instead you still stood, walking in between his parted legs.

“‘m sorry, just on my period and everything hurts and it’s all hitting at once.” your eyes were red, avoiding his. he could see you were in pain, and as someone who had endured enemy torture and the hardest forms of training, his heart never hurt as much as it did now. he reached a gloved hand towards your face, brushing away your tears. his other hand came to your lower belly, rubbing circles over your clothes. “shhh, ‘s okay. you wanna sit down?” you shook your head in disagreement. you felt like a child, but you were never allowed to be weak outside of your own room. for some reason today, you let simon riley see you weak.

you walked around his body and laid on top of his covers, curling into a fetal position. he let you get comfy, finding a way to lay down that lessened your cramps. finally, you were done moving. “si?” you never called him that unless you absolutely needed him. he got up and locked the door, not wanting to disturb your peace. “yeah, baby?” might as well use it now, you hadn’t complained. if anything your face softened when he said it, and simon riley would die a thousand deaths just to see a moment of relief on your face. “will you lay with me?”

he eagerly stripped out of his gear, climbing on top of his bed to lay down with you. he placed a hand on your arm, letting you choose where you wanted him. you dragged his hand under your sweatshirt, using it like a heating pad for your cramps. you let out a soft moan of pleasure and he answered it with a low growl, pulling you into him by the stomach. his thumb caressed your bare skin with small circles, memorizing every dip and valley. he strived to commit the moment to memory, not knowing if you’d ever be this vulnerable again. “feel better, dove?” you nodded, finally succumbing to sleep that had evaded you the past night. he smiled under his mask, placing a small kiss to the back of your head.

finally you were at peace, and all because of him.

[sysig]

Hhhhh I have missed x12s so much <3 <3 <3

[kyoohyeon]

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[mrsbarnesblog]

Tattoo

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader

Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.

Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘

“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off. 

“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach. 

You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse. 

“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree. 

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that. 

But you were so wrong. 

As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint. 

“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug. 

“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.

"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky... 

Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath. 

Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself. 

Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn. 

He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing. 

He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person. 

“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile. 

And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk. 

You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.

You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head. 

“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot. 

“Thank you.” You almost whispered. 

Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.

You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo. 

To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes. 

“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away. 

“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness. 

“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”

Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.

“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.

“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”

“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it. 

"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke? 

Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session. 

“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there. 

“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.” 

“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”

“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”

You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you. 

The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over. 

You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor. 

“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected. 

“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it. 

“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”

“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.” 

“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.

“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop. 

“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again. 

Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything. 

You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes. 

“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.

“No!”

“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one. 

“I can do it myself!” 

You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged. 

Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest. 

“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.

Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss. 

He was good at it. 

No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself. 

“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.

You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop. 

God, he must be big. 

Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly? 

“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.

“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.

"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question. 

Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs. 

Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot. 

“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?” 

“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.” 

“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"

Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment. 

“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do. 

“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”

“Loosers.” 

“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”

“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.

“Okay.”

Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.

With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died. 

Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch. 

Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit. 

“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.” 

"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips. 

You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you. 

The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed. 

You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time. 

You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.” 

“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold. 

“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong. 

"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?" 

“I do.” 

Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips. 

Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs. 

Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there. 

Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip. 

“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing. 

With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress. 

“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.  

“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails. 

“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time. 

“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues. 

When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside. 

He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life. 

Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could. 

“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.

“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away. 

“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”

“I want to cum. Let me, please.” 

“Good fucking girl.” 

Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder. 

You both felt how close you were. 

Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.

“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple. 

“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.

Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…

“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”

“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you. 

“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session. 

“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.” 

“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.