Title: (Series) Bucky Barnes As… Your Trainee Pairing: Bucky x Reader (personal trainer) Rating: ❗Explicit❗ 18+; minors DNI please Tags: smut, oral sex, insecurities/body image issues, face-sitting/riding (you can choose to make him the WS or believe his lies whateva!) Summary: Bucky seeks out a personal trainer, unhappy with his body. You push him to his limits and get rewarded as per above gif. I mean seriously, THIS GIF. I’m dead. Happy 3K followers, @boxofbonesfic. One day, I’ll stop writing for your summer challenge, but today is not that day.
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, Mild language
The cool wind of Autumn brushed past your face as you swung open the library doors. It had only been a month since the start of the semester, but the librarian greeted you with a warm smile and a familiar wave. Being on the pre-med track would do that to a person.
You made your way to the reserved study rooms, fixing the strap of your bag as it dug into your shoulder. It almost seemed silly to have reserved a room at this time—the library was desolate this late on a Friday—but Nat had been very adamant about you being out of the dorm for the evening, and you weren’t about to take any chances with your chem exam coming up.
You mouthed the numbers of the small rooms as you passed them, some filled with groups of students, others completely barren. When you reached room nine, you paused and double checked the reservation sheet, pushing open the door as you read.
When you glanced up, the flimsy plastic clipboard went crashing to the floor, disrupting the careful silence of the library. “What the hell?”
There, in all his glory and occupying your reserved study room, was James Buchanan Barnes. He was wrapped around some girl you had never seen before, pressing her up against the wall with his baseball uniform bunching up at the sides. He tore away from her at the sound of your voice, a sly smile forming at your incredulous expression.