Conman!Bucky AU: Small town police chief Bucky Barnes is good at his job. He keeps up appearances, helps the elderly and donates heftily to local causes. The people of Silver Lake don't question where he gets his money, or how he came to run the pol...
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A/N: hello hello, it's taken me an appalling amount of time to update this, I know and I'm sorry! I hope a little over 2k words of smut and many more words of absolute fluff makes up for it though! We're still very much in the calm before the storm with these two.
Warnings: oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, fingering and a hand job (it was a busy morning for Willow & Bucky okay), oh and some very light subby Bucky (there's a 'good boy' or two and Bucky giving Willow control as she deserves!)
Please vote and comment! I'm really quite happy with this chapter and I hope you love it as much as I do! 🤍
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Our lips barely one inch Your skin brushed by my fingertips Mornings, white mist So delicate, covers as we begin As we begin
Magical, Ed Sheeran
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Heat rolls over Willow's body like the hazy warmth of the sun on asphalt. Chest slick with sweat, flyaway wisps of hair have a life of their own as they stick to her skin or float with a gentle huff of laughter from Bucky. He kisses his way across her shoulder, brushes the strands out of his way, scrunching his nose as they tickle over the plump bow of his lip.
It's snowing outside, still. Willow stretches her neck back on the pillow as Bucky continues his quest across her body, catching glimpses of snowfall through the partly closed curtain. All December seems to be is a series of swirling, white storms and crisp, foggy-breathed mornings. Granted, in the weeks since they were snowed in at Bucky's cabin, she's spent the dark hours of dawn wrapped up in the warmth of her bedsheets, or the warmth of Bucky. Getting her fill before they both head back to New York for the holiday season and spend it on opposite sides of the East River for the most part. She's not sure how she feels about it when most of her days have been consumed by him from the moment she stepped foot in Silver Lake.
"...we could go have a look?" Bucky's voice seeps through the cracks of her reverie. It's raspy, deep and rough with sleep as he peers up at her expectantly, his stubbled cheek resting on her belly. Willow runs her fingers through the wild nest of Bucky's hair, earning a soft, happy groan that vibrates right through her.
"Hmm? Sorry, I was distracted by the snow."
Bucky presses a soft kiss to the swell of her breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple and making her gasp softly as he works his way back up to her lips.
"Easily done," he murmurs, the curve of his smile against her mouth there and then gone as he shifts away, propping his head up on his hand. "Hope returned my call while you were dozing earlier, she found the key for the hardware store. If you want, we could go take a look around?"
