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asking nerdy!bucky if you can hold it while he pees
warnings: fluffy (?), drinking/alcohol mentioned, party setting, descriptions of buck’s pretty cock, idiots in love, no beta (im so sorry drea, ur asleep)
a/n: ive made one too many piss jokes in the gc, its only right i do this...
dt: @buckyfmd
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the soft bass and murmured voices of the crowd dulled in the cold tile of the bathroom you and bucky took coverage in. you both slumped into the bathtub, legs dangling off the side and your heads propped up on the wall behind you — plastic cups filled with a concoction of mystery juices and alcohol neither of you really want to know.
the conversation you two had lingered into a comfortable silence, your head lulled onto his shoulder as you both basked in each others presence and let the heavy bass vibrate over your skin — until Bucky wiggles.
"m'sorry," he mumbles as he stumbles his way out of the tub, "gotta pee." you follow him to your upright position, helping the poor boy up as you ascend, but your ears prick up shamelessly when he spoke.
"c-can you like, turn around.. or something?" his cheeks flush a little.
you're not sure if it's the alcohol talking or the fact he's the one guy you've ever been so close to, but your mouth moves quicker than your mind could comprehend.
Bucky's fingers fiddle with the clasp of his belt before your voice slices through the air.
"can i hold it?"
his mouth parts just a little before he snaps it closed, his head shaking with a humorous huff as if he heard you wrong — at least he hoped.
he chuckles breathlessly, "Im sorry?"
you step closer, lips pursed into a cheeky smile. "Can i hold it? y'know, i wanna know what it's like."
the two of you stare at each other. your thumb beats rhythmically on the plastic of your cup as you wait for Bucky to say anything back. but he stares dumbfounded and more flustered than he thinks he's ever been in his entire life.
"you're drunk—"
"nuh-uh!" you retaliate, wincing as the words stumble out of your mouth. "i've had just as much weird punch as you have, and you know it Buck," you sigh deeply.
"please?"
he knew he could never resist you and your pretty eyes, all big and glossy, pupils swallowing the colour, he can only presume from the alcohol, but he wishes otherwise. he exhales harshly and huffs a laugh, wiping his hand over his flushed warm cheeks before smiling softly.
"fine."
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"just here?"
he nods with a 'mhm', lips pulled taunt in a line, his hands hovering as your own circle around his waist. "y-yeah right — oh, fuh-uck!"
your hands wrap around his soft cock, the soft skin of his shaft a contrast to the cold cup in your hand the majority of the night.
he's a lot thicker than you thought he'd be, flushed a deep pink like a permanent blush. you'd be lying if you said your tummy didnt flip as you wrapped your hands around him gently.
you hiss a little at his reaction, head turning towards his as you rest your chin on his shoulder. "Sorry! first time, y'know." you murmur a soft chuckle as you aim, a sly smirk easing onto your face. "hey little guy—"
"okay, t-thats just mean."
you chuckle as he starts with an impatient hum. you start aiming. "im fucking with you Buck, he's pretty."
"he?"
"your dick," you stick the tip of your tongue out the corner of your mouth in concentration. his hands find your forearms, keeping you still and grounded while you hold, but its moreso for him, to remind himself it's you guiding him. "your dick is super pretty, Bucky. has nobody ever said that?"
you couldnt just let the words settle in your mind, the boy had to know he was carrying well.
his eyes widen at the compliment, hands shifting around your wrists as you watched his cheeks flush from a dusty rose to a full crimson. you cant help the sly smile that creeps onto your face.
"loser," you murmur into his shoulder as you watch. "you're so cute, it's insane."
he whimpers softly when you let go of his dick, hands up and on your way to the sink to wash your hands. he tucks himself back in his pants, but he just watches you. glasses a little fogged, lips parted and silky, face redder than the perfect dusk sky.
he watches your reflection in the mirror, the apples of your cheeks prominent and deep, a low hum as you recall the memory as if it didnt happen just moments ago.
"we should do that again, Buck." the smile on your fave was enough to kill him. hell he's sure he died and went to heaven as the words 'can i hold it' left your lips. he's making sure it happens again.
introducing ── .✦ ⋆.˚ a series of drabbles starring nerdy!bucky and his girlfriend !!
he just needed a study buddy. you didn’t realize that meant you teaching him anatomy… hands-on, no textbooks required.
caution ── .✦ ⋆.˚ this is an 18+ blog, mdni.
this study guide is strictly 18+. if you’re underage, go do your homework. everyone else—welcome to the extra credit section. this syllabus has way too much hands-on learning.
𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 ✧｡˚
turns out, your nerdy boy learns best when you’re riding the syllabus right out of him.
𝐋𝐚𝐩 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ✧｡˚
all it takes is one grind and suddenly sweet, nerdy boy is top of the class.
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 ✧｡˚
quiet please? not when he’s rutting into your throat like that.
𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ✧｡˚
call it self-reflection. call it self-destruction. either way, he moaned your name into his fist.
𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ✧｡˚
call it late-night cravings. turns out, he just hadn’t tasted you yet.
𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳, 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ✧｡˚
maybe it’s a study habit. maybe a ritual. either way, his mouth always finds its way back to you.
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 ✧｡˚
who knew self-love could get so much sweeter when it wasn’t so… self?
𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 ✧｡˚
turns out the messiest part of the date wasn’t the spilled coffee.
𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ✧｡˚
first times are supposed to be awkward. this one was just… wet.
𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 ✧｡˚
he swore he’d be good. you made sure he came through on that promise.
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Nerdy/College!Bucky headcanons I made for this Diner au x reader thats been plaguing my mind (sfw)
Images from my Pinterest board credits to the original creators :•)
I also totally didnt make up a Spotify playlist for him based on these headcanons…
MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @opheliabbarnes for putting nerdy!bucky on my radar because now i’m obsessed with this cutie😭
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You work nights part time at the diner closest to the campus, 7pm to 3am. Bucky seems to start coming around as his insomnia gets worse, studying all night, he doesn’t want to be a bother to his roommates so he goes to the diner as its practically vacant during the night and hey, free coffee refills.
(i also wanna preface, in my mind the reader does something in film, like a film course, so they’re quite knowledgeable on that subject)
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» Alpine is in this as Bucky’s house cat (found the same way as the comics, in the earlier years of uni), he talks to her like a normal human like: mrrow “really? Thats a weird observation…” mrrrow “i’m just sayin’, i never thought you’d think that!” Mrrrow (turns around with a swish of her tail) “oh dont act like that! I’m sorry, i’m sorry.” And his roommates are like “fuck, you gotta get out more Buck.”
» Rides a bike. (Acoustic, not a motorcycle)
» Interested in movies and bugs, maybe does some kind of entomology course — maybe does a film course for extra credit (idk how real uni works)
» sleeps on a mattress on the floor of his bedroom cos he’s too focused on work to actually buy a proper bed-frame and put it up, but says it’s to help with his back (newflash, it makes his back worse)
» Dude cannot sleep for the life of him, mix of insomnia and chronic studying (which is why he goes to the diner in the first place, a change of scenery and also doesnt wanna wake up his roommates with his mumblings and shuffling)
» you two really start to hit it off after a couple weeks of him being there (you start off with short appreciations on napkins or on his receipts, but you ease yourself into small conversations as time goes on) — always in the same spot, the booth in the darker corner, illuminated by a softer orange bulb by the storage closet not many people walk down that way. You ask him about his course, interests.
» he’s a wreck. Very flushed and surprised you’re talking to him, because he’s just some guy studying in the back… cant you see he chose this spot for a reason? But he’s quite startled at how intrigued you are and how you genuinely listen to his ramblings.
» he loves old movies. YEAH I SAID IT !! he definitely has a letterboxd he updates three times a year but he starts using it a little more often when you follow him (films came up in conversation, you asked if he has an account and he was so awkward to say he has one ‘but not in the uhh… the godfather or fight club in my top four typa way… i’m not a asshole like that i swear!” But you just giggle and quickly change up your own top four because you totally didnt have Fight Club in second place!!
» but no seriously, he absolutely rambles on about Vertigo and how it still catches him off guard, even after his fiftieth watch. Sure he likes a lot of movies nowadays, but nothing can beat the classics, or 80s blockbusters like Ferris Bueller’s Day off, or even Little Shop of Horrors
» romcom lover and he’s proud to admit that (his favourite three are When Harry Met Sally (obviously), What If (or The F Word), and While You Were Sleeping (you both gush about how good Bill Pullman looks, and how logically, this film is kinda weird!)
» has a major soft spot for The Beach Boys and will argue with anyone about the importance of Pet Sounds
» collects a whole lotta stuff — specifically cassettes and cds. He’d absolutely love to collect dvds but he’s got so many other things, he just couldn’t fit them anywhere (also he doesnt want to be a menace stealing the tv in the living room just to watch his movies)
» messenger bag kid and it’s covered in pins and shitty sharpie doodles Sam and Steve do without Bucky noticing until its too late. Theres a lot of dark splotches where he scribbled out surprisingly detailed dicks
» knows how to play the drums but never says anything or makes it known in any way. But it will come up in conversation and catch you so off guard you’re now an hour and a half deep in questions about it. “Were you in a band? Did you want to be in a band? Was it just for credit? What made you pick the drums? Y’know what, I wouldve thought you to be a guitar guy, but the drums?? How strong are your arms?”
Summary: When your ex, Steve Rogers, posts pictures of his new girlfriend Natasha on Instagram, initially your only thought is panic. With your step-brother’s wedding next week, and your friends Wanda and Yelena pushing you, you ask Yelena’s cousin, James Barnes, to help you out. You thought he was just a nerd, but what you weren't expecting was an actual Instagram model with no drive but an insane amount of intelligence.
Will you get Steve back? Or will the booksmart young man with a track record of giving up steal your heart?
Nerdy!Bucky x Reader
AN: New story alert!! Let me know what you think! Comments and asks keep me going :) I love writing, and I love feedback!
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose slightly as Wanda poured you another drink. “Christ, Wanda, I can’t stand him,” You sighed, grabbing the glass and sipping, making a face. “What is this?”
“Something to get you drunk,” Wanda laughed. “Do you really care?”
“Not at all.” You said and took another sip. “Like? Really? Look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous,” you whined, showing her the Instagram post your ex took with his new girlfriend. Her name was Natasha Romanov, and she was skinny, and short, and had big boobs, a nice ass, a jawline that could slice your throat open—she was an actual model and also had a degree in computer engineering. You know that because you and Wanda did some digging into her Linked In during the obvious deep dive that happened as soon as Yelena sent a screenshot of the picture to your group chat with forty-seven exclamation points and twenty-seven question marks.
“Steve looks good,” Yelena pointed out, swiping left on the pictures. “Like. Really good.”
“Not helping, Lena,” Wanda hissed as you groaned again, placing your forehead on the counter.
“What? You want me to lie? Oh he’s so ugly, god, he has so many zits and his arms are like tiny sticks that you pick up from the ground in the fall after a storm,” Yelena said sarcastically. “Look at him like. He has a breakup bod.”
“I hate you.” You whined as you pushed yourself up, glaring at Yelena.
“No you don’t, you know I’m not lying,” Yelena retorted. “It doesn’t change that he was a piece of shit to you, but he’s now a hot piece of shit.”
“Yelena!” Wanda shushed as you groaned again, downing the glass of alcohol, and holding it up for Wanda to refill.
“Oh my god he’s gonna bring her to Tony’s wedding,” You gasped suddenly, and Yelena and Wanda looked at each other. “How the hell am I going to outdo a model with a fucking model, like come on he looks like he lifts 24 hours a day.”
“What about your brother?” Yelena asked Wanda and she made a face.
“Pietro? Number one, he’s back in Sokovia, number two, he’s seeing a boy right now.”
“Thor? Or his sibling, the hot one that went to jail a few times…. Loki?”
“Thor is a himbo, and Loki’s way too much for Y/N to deal with right now.” Wanda pointed out. “Plus I’m pretty sure they’re on parole, and they’re also seeing a guy. I saw on Instagram. Mobius or Morpheus or something”
“Dude how is Loki doing better than me right now.” You whined and Wanda rubbed your back gently.
“Oh!” Yelena gasped suddenly. “My cousin, James!”
“Your cousin? The one that’s dropped out of school like four times?” Wanda snorted.
“Hey back off, he has shit going on.” Yelena said immediately.
“Absolutely not.” You said. “I have my own shit going on.” Yelena pouted and looked on her phone.
“Just try to get some sleep,” Wanda coaxed you gently. “We can talk about this in the morning. Maybe we can fake that you have mono or something.”
“Say you have an STD and you got it from Steve,” Yelena suggested and you and Wanda both stared at her. “What? Why does no one take me seriously?”
“Cant imagine why,” you grumbled as Wanda helped you to the guest bedroom and tucked you into bed, leaving some Advil and water on the dresser for you. You settled down, staring at the ceiling, remembering back when you weren’t lonely and drunk before midnight on a Wednesday night.
Your phone dinged and you winced as you looked at it. There was a message from Yelena.
You zoomed in on the picture, finding his Instagram and shamelessly stalking him. You found the picture easy enough, it was his most recent post.
