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Summary: While home for summer break, you find yourself spending time with and falling for your neighbor, who also happens to be your dad’s best friend.

Pairings: dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 2,665

Warnings: Pining. Fluff. Some angst. Mentions of marital problems and separation. Age gap (reader is early 20s and Bucky is late 30s). Soft and sweet Bucky. (18+ only for the entire series).

A/N: Some Bucky perspective. 😌 And things start to get a lil juicy in the next part. 😏 Thank you so much to everyone who reads/likes/comments/reblogs. I love you all so much. Divider by @firefly-graphics and gif found here. I am no longer doing tag lists, please follow @gogolucky13-library for updates. Happy reading! 💜

The three inch stain in the cream carpet beside the desk catches Bucky’s attention each time he passes it; a dark, irregular ring of coffee he spilled the other day. It holds his attention for a fleeting moment—a quick reminder to himself to go over it with some more cleaning product—before it’s swiftly forgotten again as he approaches the window by the front door. He stops to peel back the thin white curtain, peering out to the front lawn in anticipation, but when he’s met with only the view of the hydrangea bush, he lets it fall back and resumes his pacing.

Down the hall, through the kitchen and dining room, back through his office then to the front door again. An anxious trial he walks over and over as he waits for your arrival.

Bucky doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to see you. It’s obviously not the first time he’s spending time with you, but it will be the first time he’s spending time with you alone. At his house. Without your parents knowing.

Is this whole thing a bad idea? Probably.

Summary: While home for summer break, you find yourself spending time with and falling for your neighbor, who also happens to be your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 2,708

Warnings: Pining. Mentions of marital problems and cheating. Bucky being a little sad but sweet. (18+ only for the entire series).

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! 🤗 A very special shout out to @sweeterthanthis for her endless support and letting me scream at her about my love for dbf Bucky. 😌 Divider by @firefly-graphics and gif found here. I am no longer doing tag lists, please follow @gogolucky13-library for updates. Happy reading! 💜

The next day is more of the same. A morning hike with your mom, another swim in the lake after lunch, then some time spent lounging in the old hammock in the backyard as you kill time before dinner with a book. Your dad and Bucky were up just before the sun to head out for a day long fishing trip, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t eager for them to get back.

Still in the hammock, your book now lays beside you. The story you were reading is forgotten, the two large oak trees you rest under enchanting you into their calming shade as you bask in your peaceful surroundings. But then, the sharp sound of crunching gravel slices through the tranquility, and your attention is quickly drawn to the driveway. The beating of your heart picks up when you spot Bucky climbing out of the car; excitement fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach when he gives you a smile.

Summary: While home for summer break, you find yourself spending time with and falling for your neighbor, who also happens to be your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 2,351

Part warnings: Pining. Age gap (reader is early 20s and Bucky is late 30s). Mentions of marital troubles. Maybe swearing. (18+ only for the entire series).

A/N: The first part to my very self indulgent dbf!Bucky series. There’s going to be fluff, angst, smut, and probably lots of cliches. I’m having fun writing it so I hope you enjoy it, too. 😌 These first few parts give background and sets up the series. divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. I am no longer doing tag lists, please follow @gogolucky13-library for all writing updates. Happy reading! 💜

A bath of sunlight warms your skin, the balmy rays an uncomfortable reminder of the impending heat that will soon set in. The tips of your fingers lightly dance in the water that surrounds you—a cool contrast to the scorching sun—creating little ripples that fan across the otherwise still surface as you float aimlessly around the pool. It’s a peaceful moment you relish in.

It’s been almost a week since you returned home from college. The last part of your spring semester is still fresh on your mind, but more specifically, you can’t stop thinking about the probs and stats class you had to take. Or rather, the probs and stats class you failed. Numbers and formulas you couldn’t quite get haunted you all semester until everything crashed and burned during the final. Fortunately, your professor was a very understanding man, and gave those of you who couldn’t get it the first time around the opportunity to take a remediation course. Unfortunately, however, that remediation course would be offered online over the summer break.

Summary: While home for summer break, you find yourself spending time with and falling for your neighbor, who happens to be your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Smut. Mentions of cheating and a failed marriage. Age gap (reader is early 20s and Bucky is mid-late 30s). Each part will have warnings. (18+ only please).

**I am no longer doing tag lists, please follow @gogolucky13-library for all writing updates!**

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Summary: With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

Pairing: WS!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 3,667

Warnings: Dubcon. Sex pollen. Smut (vaginal fingering/penetration, unprotected sex). Angst. Allusions to torture. (18+ only please).

A/N: I love the Winter Solider and I love sex pollen, so here this is. 😬 A huge thank you to @sweeterthanthis for reading this over and making sure it doesn’t suck, ily forever. 🥰 Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Please follow @gogolucky13-library and turn on notifs for all writing updates. Gif not mine. Happy reading! 💜

You don’t get the chance to protest before you’re snatched from your desk and hauled through the lab by two large guards, each towering on either side of you. Their grips are strong and unrelenting on your arms, the tips of your toes practically dragging along the broken tiles as you attempt to keep up with their long strides.

“Where are you taking me?”

Fear is evident in your tone, and confusion creates a crease deep in your brow at the unknown reason you’re being dragged away. When you don’t get a response, anger sizzles beneath your skin and you wriggle in their hold to get an answer.

“Where are you taking me?”

Summary: You’ve seen many things and met many people on your travels, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the White Wolf and what he has planned for you.

Pairing: cult leader!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader (70s AU)

Word count: 6,556

Warnings: Dubcon/noncon. Smut (fingering, oral f receiving, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex). Swearing. Descriptions of drug use and drugging. Forced body mutilation (branding). Manipulation and mentions of cult-like ideology. Use of pet names (angel). Bucky is dark and all kinds of crazy. (18+ only please).

A/N: This is my entry for @boxofbonesfic’s Spooktacular Smutfest challenge. I chose cult leader Bucky and the quote prompt “Why are you doing this?”, “Because I want to. Because I can.” which is in bold. A huge thank you to @sweeterthanthis for reading this and letting me scream at her about the idea. You’re amazing and ilysm. 🥰 Gif found here. Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Please follow @gogolucky13-library for all writing updates. Happy reading! 💜

The tops of your shoulders burn in the glaring light of high noon, your brow crinkling against the bright rays. Sweat beads along your hairline and layers on the back of your neck as the heat continues to rise. Aimlessly, you walk along the desolate dirt road; worn cowboy boots scuffing in the ground and creating small clouds of dust that swirl around your ankles.

You’ve been called many things over the years—a drifter, a wanderer, a stupid, fucking hippie.

Always on the move and never staying in one place for too long, you can’t say the names are wrong. But for years, it’s been the only life you’ve known since running off at the tender age of seventeen. Sometimes you don’t remember how you ended up somewhere or what state you’re even in, but it never matters to you; just so long as where you’re going isn’t where you came from.

Summary: The sheriff brings you in for some questioning.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!Reader

Word count: 8,459

Warnings: Slight dubcon (reader is a bit shy but is consenting, Lee is just pushy). Smut (vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral m receiving, fingering, cum shot). Age gap (reader is early 20s and Lee is mid-late 30s). Abuse of power and slight corruption kink. Descriptions of smoking. Mentions of slight stalkerish behavior (Lee could be considered soft dark). (18+ only please).

A/N: I can never get enough of sheriff daddy. And I’ve already thought of some more ideas for these two. 😬 A big shout out to @mrschristopherevans who helped inspire this! And a thank you to @please-buckme who read this over and made sure it didn’t suck, ily. Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics! Just a reminder I am no longer doing tag lists and to follow @gogolucky13-library for writing updates. Happy reading! 💜

A bright ray of sunlight pierces Lee’s eyes the moment he steps out of the dim police station, blinding his vision and prompting him to raise a hand to his brow. His shadowed vision surveys the nearly vacant parking lot, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as he starts down the stony stoop towards his patrol car. The early morning air is cool on Lee’s dry skin as he treks across the asphalt; a balminess beginning to settle in as winter finally relinquishes its hold over the small town of Knockemstiff, giving way for the warmer hands of spring. 

As he unlocks the driver’s side door, the jingling of his keys mingle with the songs of birds in nearby trees, and a loud, exaggerated yawn stretches Lee’s mouth wide. Once he’s settled inside, he wastes no time starting the engine. Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the rear view mirror, Lee is disgusted by the heavy bags under his eyes, the puffiness of his cheeks, and the deep wrinkles across his brow. It seems the night shifts are starting to finally catch up with him, and he silently curses the current understaffed police force as he backs out of the reserved spot for the sheriff. Then, as he pulls the seatbelt tight over his bulging midsection, Lee curses it again because not only have his nights been filled with patrolling empty streets, but also midnight snacking to keep him busy.

He sighs again and pulls out onto the nearly barren main road.

Summary: When the siren calls, you answer. Whether you want to or not.

Pairing: sailor!Bucky Barnes x siren!f!Reader

Word count: 5,624

Warnings: Dub-con (reader is manipulative and uses mind control-like powers). Smut (vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, rough sex, monsterfucking). Angst. Name calling (derogatory). Mentions of deaths and implied murder of a major character (not explicit). Descriptions of a mythical creature (physical attributes are given to the reader but they are fantastical and are otherwise not coded to a specific race). (18+ only please).

A/N: This is my take on a sailor!Bucky and siren!Reader so I hope you like it. I did minimal research for this and essentially made up the mythology to fit this story, so please don’t @ me. A huge thank you to @please-buckme and @dreamlessinparis for looking this over and making sure it doesn’t suck! ily both so much. 🥰🥰 Divider by the lovely @ firefly-graphics. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy reading! 💜 follow @gogolucky13-library for writing updates!

Bolts of lightening streak across the blackened sky in lines of bright white. Claps of thunder shake the heavens with ruthless and deafening rumbles. Angry waves relentlessly thrash around him as Bucky tightly grips the piece of wood he floats on. One particularly savage wave smacks him in the face, drowning his senses for a moment in the tangy saltwater. He spits and gulps for air, his eyes burning and face stinging from the sharp drops of rain.

“Captain!” Bucky sputters, calling out hopelessly into the dark of night. “Captain!”

Nothing.

Summary: Your husband isn’t too pleased you’ve come home late again, and decides to make you show him how appreciated he is.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!Reader

Word count: 1,553

Warnings: Smut (oral m receiving, forced blowjob). Angst. Swearing. Descriptions of alcohol. Use of restraints. Lee isn’t too nice. (18+ only please).

A/N: Blame @angrythingstarlight

The house is dark when you arrive home. Slipping off your shoes and jacket, your hand blindly glides along the floral wallpaper in search of the light switch. When it flickers on, you let out a frightened gasp at the sight before you—your husband, sitting at the kitchen table.

“What the hell, Lee,” you sigh, dropping your hand that instinctively flew to your pounding heart.

“It’s late,” is all he replies, voice a low grumble.

The sound of ice clinking around the bottom of a glass echos around the silent room, and you finally take notice of your husband’s disheveled state. The potent grainy smell of whiskey permeates through the kitchen, emanating from the half empty bottle and your husband’s tainted breath. The whites of his eyes are a tinted shade of scarlet, a contrast that illuminates the deep blue, but they’re glassy and glazed over in anger. He still wears his sheriff’s uniform, yet the typically smooth fabric is wrinkled and stained with drops of alcohol. The tie is gone and the top buttons are undone, revealing his white undershirt.

“Do you know what time it is?” Lee questions. The words slur together, but the clumsiness of his speech does nothing to take away from his threatening tone.

Summary: You and the Sheriff have an agreement.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut (oral m/f receiving, vaginal penetration). Swearing. Mentions of drinking and smoking. Slight dom and prostitute-like behavior. (18+ only please).

Word count: 2,956

A/N: Well this happened. I’m a bit nervous about this since it’s my first time writing for this character, so please bear with me while I learn and explore! I don’t think this is too dark or triggering, but if there’s something described that you feel should be included in the warnings, please let me know! Anyways, hope people enjoy! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Evening often finds you freshly showered, a quick meal cooking in the oven, and finishing any chores you put off from the day before. Tonight, you’ve chosen a light cotton nightgown to lounge around in. It’s a shorter one, coming to just above your knees. The navy silk robe you wear covers a bit more, loosely tied around your waist to keep the cool early summer air off your skin.

There’s a soft knock to the front door, your attention shifting from the small pile of mail you hold to the mass of dark wood. A small smirk begins to tug at your lips as you walk over to it, knowing who would be on the other side.

Opening the door, Sheriff Lee Bodecker stands before you, shoulder leaning on the frame and a somewhat unimpressed look on his face.

“Sheriff,” you greet with an impish smirk.

Summary: Bucky continues to act recklessly during missions and you’ve had enough.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst.

Word Count: 834

A/N: The prompt asked for angst, I hope I was able to deliver. 😶 This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​. Prompt is below. Thank you for letting me write this one! Hope you like! 😊💜 Gif not mine.

To say you are mad would be an understatement. The mission ended nearly an hour ago, but your heart rate is still sky high. Vision blurred and fiery red, you stomp out of the Quinjet without a word to anyone, leaving behind the awkwardly silent group.

There’s a presence on your tail, not close but close enough you know he’s there. Bucky.

The idiot who, without warning and for no apparent reason, basically sacrificed himself and almost got himself killed during the mission. Again.

So, no, you are not mad, you are absolutely livid.

Slamming every door you can along the way up to your room, Bucky attempts to dodge the fits of rage he knows are directed at him. You’re quiet now, but you were sure to give him an earful once the mission was over and everyone made it back to the ship safely. 

Summary: Bucky learns what an advent calendar is.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 453

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is a submission for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Home for the Holidays event. The first prompt for December 1st was Advent Calendar. Also, I just last minute decided to write for this prompt so I apologize if it’s dumb. Hope you like! GIF not mine.

The bags sit on the island in the kitchen, just asking to be looked through. Always the curious one, Bucky saunters over to the collection of shopping bags ranging in color from black to white, and in size from big to small. His nimble fingers sift through the first few, peeking inside to see what new goodies were bought.

Inside he finds various holiday decorations, a pair of women’s mittens, a new star for the tree, and a very festive looking box. Pulling it out, his super senses pick up on a delectable chocolatey scent and he instinctively licks his lips.

Summary: Bucky is out for a late night walk when you’re in need of saving.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 942

Warnings: Suggestion of a stalker, sort of. Fluff.

A/N: This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabbles. Prompt is below. Hope you like! 😊💜

The streets are mostly quiet, not uncommon for this time of night. Flickering street lamps guide his path, headlights from passing cars cause his eyes to squint just a little. With his hands stuffed into the pockets of his bomber jacket, Bucky stops at a crosswalk, looking left then right before making his way down another block. 

The route is familiar, one he’s walked countless times when sleep doesn’t come easy and he needs to reset his mind. Small puddles from the day’s rain keeps his attention, reflecting the bright neon signs of the corner shops and stores. When he comes to another crosswalk, he  waits a few minutes longer for the light to change, and that’s when he hears it.

“Hey!”

Summary: Bucky and reader are awkward fools in love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 453

Warnings: Fluff.

A/N: This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​. Prompt is below. Hope you like! 😊💜 gif not mine.

As a super soldier and former assassin, Bucky is pretty confident in his skills and ability to do well under pressure. He’s stared death in the face countless times and never flinched. Poised, eloquent, stoic.

But when it comes to you, every last motor function is forgotten and Bucky is a melting puddle of nerves. Tongue-tied and clumsy, he gets red in the face and sweaty whenever he’s around you.

And you’re no better.

The mutual pining is quite obvious to everyone at the Compound, whether the two of you want to fess up to it or not. The whole team finds amusement in the innocent and awkward interactions between the two of you.

Like when you spilled your coffee the other morning during breakfast because you saw Bucky walking into the kitchen, and Nat giggled to herself at your newly flustered state. Or when it took Bucky entirely too long to tell you about this new show he was watching because he kept losing his train of thought when he looked you in the eye, and Sam had to hide his smirk behind the paper he was reading. 

There was also the time the two of you ended up as sparring partners and you accidentally punched Bucky right in the face. You were keen to show him your moves, and Bucky was a little off his game to say the least. He was definitely sloppy and distracted, but you looked so cute all sweaty and out of breath. The glistening of his muscles and the little strands of hair falling from his bun didn’t go unnoticed by you, either, and when you didn’t pull a punch in time, it connected firmly with the bridge of his nose.

Steve, Nat, and Sam were all in the gym for that one.

But in addition to the embarrassing moments, they see the tender ones, too.

Like the longing glances Bucky gives you when you aren’t looking. His steely blue eyes admiring your features, your movements, as you do trivial things such as reading a book or baking something in the kitchen.

Or the way you stare a little too long to be considered just friendly when Bucky sits at the kitchen table and writes silently in his journal. Enamored by the way his broad shoulders hunch over and his brow crinkles in that quirky way when he’s got a thought in his head but is having trouble putting it onto paper.

So for the team it’s fun entertainment to watch the two of you make love sick fools of yourselves. But they’re just waiting for the next show, the best show, when the two of you finally realize you’re meant for each other.

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like Christmas and you try to get him in the holiday spirit with a gift.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 793

Warnings: Mild swearing, A grumpy Bucky. Some fluff?

A/N: Sorry this got a little long! This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​. Prompt is below. Hope you like! 😊💜 Gif not mine.

It’s a pretty well known fact around the Compound that Bucky Barnes is not a fan of Christmas. No one buys presents for him and he doesn’t buy presents for anyone. It’s sad, but he prefers it that way. Each year he’s been able to get out of any and all holiday events, big or small. 

But this year, things are different.

First, it’s the inflatable Santa decoration outside the main entrance. The stupid thing popping in and out of a chimney, bumping into Bucky as he stands nearby stretching after his run. 

“Fuck. Off.” He grumbles, metal fist punching Old St. Nick straight in the nose. 

Summary: Bucky gets some naughty thoughts while watching you suck a lollipop.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 321

Warnings: Sexual innuendos. A somewhat flusterd Bucky.

A/N: This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Drunk Drabbles. Below is the prompt. Thank you for letting me write this one! Hope the anon who submitted the prompt likes it! 😊💜

He knows you aren’t doing it on purpose. He knows you have a sweet tooth and just like eating whatever candy you can get. And today, it seems you’ve settled on sucking a red lollipop from Sam’s stash while you sit across from him in the common room.

Again, Bucky knows you aren’t doing it on purpose.

But watching the way your lips pout around the hard candy when you pull it from your mouth has his thoughts wondering to sinful places. And when your now redder than red tongue darts out to lick your sticky bottom lip, there’s a rush of blood to his groin and he has to adjust his position.

Reaching for a throw pillow, Bucky places it on his lap, intently watching you for a moment before speaking.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” You innocently ask, peering up from your phone that you’ve been mindlessly scrolling on.

“Sucking your lollipop like that.”

“Bucky, what are you—“

And then it registers. 

Eyes flit from Bucky to the red candy you hold, then fall to pillow on his lip, and a tempting smirk is curling the corner of your lips.

“Oh,” you say, “Does someone enjoy it when I do this?”

Slowly, you raise the lollipop to your lips, seductively swirling your tongue around it before popping it into your mouth. All while keeping eye contact with the sexually frustrated super solider in front of you.

“You’re a menace,” Bucky grumbles.

“I know,” you snicker around the lollipop still in your mouth. “Maybe I’ll show you what other things I like to suck on sometime.” 

You shoot him a wink, and the color of Bucky’s cheeks are now competing with your lollipop on which can be redder.

“I gotta go.”

Watching as Bucky quickly stands from the couch and leave the room, you can’t hold back the genuine laugh erupting from inside, accidentally dropping your phone in the process.