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buckyalpine · 6 months
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Fluffy crack drabble. Bucky wants uppies.
He's drank the teams entire body weight in alcohol and he's never felt happier. His flushed cheeks almost hurt from the dopey grin he has on his face. He keeps giggling to and snickering to himself, twirling around the straw of a pink fruity drink, deciding it doesn't count as alcohol when it looks so pretty. He's basically drinking water, just as Steve instructed.
After a few more glasses of his spicy water, he stands up and immediately lands face flat onto the floor with a muffled -oof
His current state is more amusing than concerning; Steve and Sam howl with laugher at the super soldier who is currently making no effort to get up.
"You good tin man?"
"wanupy" His voice is muffled, mumbling something with his face still pressed to the soft carpet of the compound living room while you go over to kneel beside him to see how he's doing.
"What is it Buck" You whisper, carding your fingers through his soft locks, smiling at the way he hums, rolling around to flop on his back instead.
"Uppies" He looks at you with outstretched grabby hands, puppy eyes wide, hoping you'd scoop him right up and take him to his room. Never mind that he's over a foot taller and probably double your weight, he wants to be carried right now.
"Uppies?"
"Uppies" He nods with confidence, blinking and waiting patiently to be picked up while you giggle.
"Did he just say uppies?" Sam stares and Steve before looking back at the 6ft+ man acting like a baby on the floor. "The former Winter Soldier, scary assassin, the man that threw me off the edge of a building just said he wants uppies?"
"Yes. Yes he did" Steve ran a hand over his face, debating on helping or watching this play out. He decided on the latter.
"I can't carry you Buck, you're too heavy" You coo, running your finger over his pouty lips pulled into a frown.
"M'not heavy" Bucky huffed in offence, throwing an adorable tantrum, refusing to move. In all fairness, at this point he wasn't able to get up himself anyway. "Uppies please"
"Alright, c'mon punk" Steve snorted, getting up from the stool he was sitting at along with Sam, both men picking Bucky off the floor and walking towards the elevator.
"Fuckin' uppies, how much do you weigh" Sam grunted while Bucky let out a sleepy yawn, his head resting on Steve's shoulder. Both men waited for you to open the door before helping him into bed.
"Wan cuddles" Bucky mumbled, reaching out for you to join him with his best pout.
"Okay I'm out, cuddles is where I draw the line" Sam playfully pushed you into Bucky's outstretched arms while Steve threw you a wink, both men softly closing the door behind them leaving you two alone.
"You want cuddles?" You whispered, squeaking when Bucky flipped you onto your back with ease, deciding to use you like a human pillow.
"Cuddles" He nodded, quickly falling asleep afterwards, blissfully unaware that Sam would never let him live this moment down.
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vellicore · 9 months
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TOUCH
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Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky knows exactly how to help you relax on top of the Ferris wheel.
Word Count: 400+
Warnings: 40s Bucky (he’s a warning), pet name (doll), exhibitionism, fingering (f in v), implied orgasm, mention of loss of virginity
 AN: Please do not report this! It’s so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. 
18+ ONLY
Your heart raced as the Ferris wheel began to move. You aren’t quite sure how Bucky convinced you to go on this thing. But it always seemed like all he had to do was flash that smile, and you quickly became putty in his hands.
“Just relax, doll.” He cooed as he wrapped his arm around you. “I promise, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” You desperately wanted to believe him, but as the two of you rose higher up in the air, his words became harder to believe. 
A thought popped into his head when Bucky realized there was no chance you’d be relaxing soon. He knew exactly how to make you relax. 
“Close your eyes for me,” he whispered into your ear. He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly shut your eyes. The next thing that he did caused you to gasp. His hand slowly made its way up your thigh to your cloth-covered mound. 
“Bucky!” you gasp, clamping your thighs together, locking his hand between your thighs. “We can’t do that here.” 
“Of course, we can. No one will know.” As he moves his finger beneath the band of your panties, you know there’s no use in arguing. He could already feel how soaked you were. The truth was, you always loved being adventurous with him. After all, the two of you lost your virginities together in the back seat of his car at the drive-in. 
So, here you two are, stuck on top of the Ferris wheel. You give him a slight nod, which only causes his smirk to grow. “We’ll have to be quick, doll.” He shoots you another wink before his long finger pushes between your folds. 
It takes everything in you not to moan, but it feels like Bucky wants you to moan. He doesn’t care if people hear you. No, he wants them to. He wants the whole carnival to know what he does to you. He wants the world to see that you belong to him and him alone. And as he curls his finger deep inside you, that’s exactly what happens. A loud, drawn-out moan leaves your lips. 
No longer were you afraid of this ride. The only thing on your mind now was how good his finger felt. His thumb moves to your clit, causing moans and profanities to leave your lips. God, Bucky loved seeing you like this. The memory of you coming undone because of him was something he’d be taking with him overseas. 
He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure. He needed you, and you needed him. 
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ichorai · 2 years
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blue jeans ; bucky barnes.
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based on blue jeans - lana del rey !!
pairing ; bucky barnes x shield agent!gn!reader
synopsis ; four instances you managed to chip away at bucky's icy heart before he realized he was in love with you.
words ; 3.6k
themes ; fluff, action, slight angst, s2l/f2l, shield agent au
warnings / includes ; sparring in the first scene, mild injuries, mentions of death, alludes to insomnia/difficulty sleeping, tony throws a party, hints at steve/natasha, one sexual innuendo, bucky experiences *gasp* emotions, bucky doesn't understand references bcs he's older than your grandparents
a/n ; for @fairydxll's 2k writing event :D
main masterlist. set in the same universe as: to noise making.
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blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn it was like james dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
The first time you met Bucky, you were drenched in your own sweat, grunts of exertion falling from your lips as you ducked and rolled away from Natasha’s quick strikes. You were doing pretty well today, managing to evade her offensive strategies in your effort to get her to tire herself out. She was starting to get worn down, you could see it in the soft blue of her irises. The plan was working considerably until…
Well, until Bucky Barnes strode into the training room. Steve was by his side, wearing his Captain uniform, and you absentmindedly wondered if there was a mission you somehow managed to forget about.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha jolted forward, landing a solid blow to your jaw, which made your head snap sharply to the side. She tackled you with a derisive huff, your body slamming firmly against the cushioned grounds of the sparring ring. Her knee hovered over you throat, and she tilted her head at you, a smirk curling at her mouth.
“Dead,” she said flippantly, before rolling off of you, clasping your hand to haul you back up. 
The ceiling came into view as you rolled your eyes, despite the grin forming across your exerted features. Gingerly, you rubbed your sore jaw with a dark chuckle, shooting her a playful scowl. “I had that coming.”
“Nat,” Steve called out from across the room. The two of you turned to face the pair of super soldiers. The blonde sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry for interrupting, but could I borrow you for a second? It’s about what happened in Chicago.”
What happened in Chicago?
You sent Natasha a curious glance, but she only shook her head, as if to say I’ll tell you later. 
She clapped your shoulder in good nature, before ducking underneath the sparring barriers, following Steve out the same way he came in. 
That left just you and Bucky. You suddenly felt awkward, fiddling with the bandages over your knuckles. You’ve never come face to face with the Winter Soldier before. The most you’ve heard were stories and rumors that spread like wildfire through the compound. Some were quite outlandish, but you couldn’t help but listen. The man kept to himself, usually confined to his quarters or out on long, long classified missions with Steve or Sam. He was a mystery, and you prided yourself on being a rather good detective.
What you did know about him, was the fact that he was accredited to over a hundred kills during his time with Hydra. One of the most notorious killers of all time.
And he waved at you. 
You had to blink twice before you realized that you had to respond in some way. Two fingers raised to your forehead as you awkwardly saluted him.
Jesus, he might’ve been from the forties, but really? Did you just salute him? 
Despite your inner turmoil, a slight grin flitted over his lips. 
Desperate to break the silence, you asked without thinking twice about it, “Do you… do you wanna spar?” If your muscles weren’t frozen in trepidation, you would’ve face palmed. You might’ve been a good fighter, but against the Bucky Barnes? You didn’t stand a chance. Sending him another furtive glance, it finally dawned on you that he was wearing jeans. “Oh, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not dressed for it. I was—”
“Sure,” Bucky said, shrugging. “I’ve fought in worse.”
Damn it. 
He strode closer, swinging onto the sparring platform. 
Your heart was beating irregularly quickly, and you had to suck in a few deep breaths to steady your pulse. 
Bucky raised his hands tentatively, and the two of you began circling each other. This close, you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the shadow of a stubble gracing his sharp jaw, the haunted bags beneath his eyes. There were small things you noticed about his stance. Bucky favored his right side, which was quite ironic, considering he had a vibranium left arm. Though he had a heavier build, he was expertly bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike forward at any given second. But he was slightly drawn back, and that was how you knew he had no plans of going on the offensive any time soon.
Narrowing your eyes, you darted forward, swinging a hit to his face. To your expectation, he easily blocked your blow, moving to the side swiftly. You were quick to follow the hit with a kick to the chest, which he let you land, and he staggered backwards a couple paces.
He was going easy on you.
With clenched teeth, you drew forward and struck his side, followed by a roundhouse punch to his shoulder. The impact made him falter, so you hooked your foot over the crook of his knee and yanked him back, which made him fall back with a grunt. 
There was a smile to his winded features. God damn it.
“You’re holding back on me,” you said, panting slightly, backing away from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
That pretty smile of his warbled subtly. “I’m sorry. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You wanna go again?”
“Nah,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together behind your head, stretching with a mild grimace. “I promised Tony I’d look over the mission debriefs. Think we could pick this up another time?”
Bucky pushed himself up from the ground, running his flesh hand through his close-cropped hair. Jesus Christ, could he just stop being attractive for one damned second? 
“Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”
You nodded once. “It’s a date,” you said stoutly, before ducking beneath the sparring ring’s barrier and striding out of the training room with a heart that slammed far too erratically against your ribcage—and you highly doubted it was because of physical exertion.
you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby
It was late, and you definitely should’ve been sleeping by now. 
But, alas, your eyes stayed open and your mind ran rampant with such horrid irrationalism that you tore the blankets away from you, clambered out of your bed in a rush, and strode out of your room as quietly as you possibly could. A quick glance to the clock hanging in the hallway told you that it was nearing three in the morning, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips. You shuffled towards the living room, curling into the corner of the plush sofa and turning on the television, placing it on the lowest volume so it wouldn’t awaken the others. 
The screen cast a dull blue glow onto you, playing some old Christmas movie you couldn’t recall the name of, and you placed your head against the armrest, eyes hooded with fatigue.
Much to your surprise, Bucky came out not too long after, rubbing his own eyes sleepily. His hair was disheveled, sleep shirt stretched taut over the muscles of his torso.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” you winced, propping yourself up on one arm.
He was quick to shake his head. “No, no, it wasn’t you. Why’re you up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied cautiously. 
The two of you stared at each other for a good minute before he shook his head with a hoarse chuckle, sitting himself down on the sofa, not too far away from you. Hesitance splayed over your features evidently, but you eased yourself back into the seat and turned your attention towards the television.
You fell asleep to the faint sound of Christmas music and the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping over you when your forehead accidentally landed onto his chest. Not that he minded much—he rather liked the way you fit perfectly into him.
The following morning, Tony was the first to stride out, pleasantly surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the couch peacefully, limbs entangled to no return. It was safe to say that he took enough pictures to blackmail the two of you for a lifetime. 
i will love you 'til the end of time i would wait a million years promise you'll remember that you're mine baby, can you see through the tears?
Tony’s parties were a grand spectacle you had the joy of being invited to every year. He claimed it was because he thought you were a fun drunk, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Tony was starting to see you more and more as a close friend—though you presumed he wouldn’t ever admit it.
This year, you appeared in a dark, red velvet suit, crisp white button-up visible just beneath the jacket. The party was already in full swing, music reverberating pleasantly through the room and people milling about with wide smiles and flutes of golden champagne.
You weaved your way through, stopping to greet Natasha and Steve with a flourish, clapping the burly super soldier on the shoulder and bumping your fist playfully against the ex-red room assassin. The both of them wore a deep hue of green today, unintentionally coordinating outfits—even though they were quite the oblivious pair to one another’s feelings, you thought they’d be quite the attractive couple, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.
As Natasha recounted some story of the time Tony messed up one of her missions, your gaze drifted over to the bar, where you saw Sam and Bucky bickering quietly—the former having a wide grin splayed over his lips and the latter wearing a glowering scowl, carding his vibranium arm through his close-cropped hair. The action led you to notice that he had a small red ribbon tied around the metal limb, and you could feel an amused grin tilt at the corner of your glossed lips.
The party drew on—you were whisked away by a handful of your colleagues to play catch up just around a dozen times. It would be quite the understatement to say you were enjoying yourself. Thor’s boisterous laughter seemed to rumble the very ground, Clint challenged you to a game of ‘I bet you can’t flick this olive into that guy’s drink’, and Maria mixed up your drinks for you with surprising ease, sending you a wink when you asked for your fifth sugary beverage in a row. Tony had joined you at one point, nearly black-out drunk, and you had to prop your arm beneath his forehead before he could face-plant against the counter.
A lot happened in such a short span of time, you found yourself bee-lining for the balcony when you gulped down your sixth glass, in need of some fresh air. Outside, the music dampened to a faint echo of its volume inside, and the quiet warped over you like a cold blanket. You sighed in mild relief, rubbing at your sore cheeks gingerly—you weren’t used to smiling this much in just one night.
When the balcony doors squeaked as they gave way for someone else, you looked over your shoulder, eyebrows quirking upwards upon seeing none other than James Buchanan Barnes.
“I’m surprised to see you,” you said quietly. “Didn’t think parties were your forte.”
The suit he wore was a rich shade of navy blue, bringing out the juxtaposing lightness of his irises. That stubble you liked far more than you’d admit brought out the sharpness of his features, giving him a rough edge you knew countered with his tentative and soft personality. You glanced down at the red ribbon tied around his metal bicep, grinning gently. 
“Sam forced me to come,” he replied dismissively, moving forward to stand next to you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat—this close, you could see the subtle flush of rouge creep over his skin. “You look great. Really great.”
A warm sensation flooded your chest and your nose wrinkled as you looked towards him in muted delight. “You look good, too, Bucky. Blue really is your color.”
Bucky rather liked the way he could see the stars in your eyes. 
After a considerably lengthy period of ponderous silence, you quietly asked, “Why haven’t you been let out for any public missions? It's all hidden underground stuff you do. You’re an Avenger like the rest of us.”
The fond smile that once graced his mouth melted away at an instant, replaced by the harsh framing of an uncomfortable slant. You immediately regretted asking the question, about to tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to answer before he cut you to the chase and said, “You know why.”
Disappointment unfurled within your ribcage, like a roll of paper stretched taut. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, so you wrapped your hand over the coldness of his vibranium wrist, clutching it tightly and watching him with keen eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this, for the record. I hope you know that, Bucky. You deserve the entire world and I hope people start to look past the actions of someone you were also a victim to.”
Bucky had so much he wanted to say, but the words were lodged in his throat. He found himself nodding to your words, allowing a meek smile to crack through his stony disposition. No more words needed to be said, and the two of you parted ways with the sort of comforting silence that could be shared with only people who’ve seen too much for a single lifetime.
love you more than those bitches before say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll remember, oh baby ooh i will love you 'til the end of time
Rumors spread around the compound rather quickly. You had just come back from a rather rough mission, dropping your long-range firearms into the storage room when you heard two other agents gossiping feverishly in the corner. Knowing it was none of your business, you quickly put away your weapons and strode out, but you couldn’t help overhearing Bucky’s name being thrown out between the two. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed yourself against the wall and listened just enough for you to catch what they were discussing.
He went on a date. And not just any regular date. The first one in decades. 
Blinking in mild shock, you made your way to your quarters, yearning to wash off all the blood and dirt that rendered your skin sticky and uncomfortable.
It wasn’t until the late hours of the night you bumped into the super soldier in the kitchen. You were washing your dirty dishes from a couple hours ago when you made dinner for yourself, sighing in annoyance at the dried leftovers that clung to the ceramics. 
“What’s the point of living in a multimillion dollar compound if there’s no fancy tech to wash my dishes for me?” you hissed scathingly under your breath, using your shoulder to knock away a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes. “Stupid broken dishwasher. Didn’t Tony say he’d get that looked at a week ago? Bet he completely forgot.”
Your grumbling was interrupted when you heard the fridge door open. Pivoting by the waist to see who it was, a string of colorful curses fell from your lips when soap suds dribbled from your arms and all over your shirt, iridescent bubbles now lining your pajamas. 
“Seems like you’re having a bad day,” Bucky said from the fridge, now moving towards the cupboards to grab a glass for the carton of orange juice in his hands. “Can’t say I’m better off, though.”
“Yeah?” you asked with an amused edge, quickly turning back around to rinse off your soapy hands and dishes. Ripping off a kitchen towel to dab at the soap on your shirt, you glanced back up at him. “Heard you had a date.”
Bucky shifted uncomfortably. It was only then that you realized that he was still wearing a crisp suit—no doubt he had just come back fresh from his night out. “It, uhm, didn’t go so well.”
“Sorry to hear that, Bucky.” Sensing that he’d rather be talking about literally anything else, you nodded once and swiftly changed the subject. “I was just about to start a new show. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.”
The tired glint to his eyes seemed to wane away as he shot you a grateful beam. “That sounds amazing, honestly. I could use the distraction.”
It was certainly a strange sight—a SHIELD agent in a poorly-dried soapy shirt sitting beside one of the most famous ex-assassins in the world, who just so happened to be wearing a fancy date suit. You turned on the TV wordlessly, lips only faintly twitching upwards when he settled into his seat further, flesh arm coming round over the back of the couch to land over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 
“You are ridiculously wet right now,” he commented with all but a straight face, eyes flickering down to your still-damp shirt and hands, which made you snort unattractively.
“Gee, Bucky. Didn’t know we were at that stage yet.”
The super soldier appeared affronted for a moment at what you were implying before he quickly began backtracking, “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”
“I know,” you chuckled, patting his knee consolingly. Then, you turned your attention back to the screen. “I hope you don’t mind animated shows.”
“You kidding me? I was a huge fan in the forties. Snow White was all the rage back then,” Bucky hummed, fingers flexing experimentally on your bicep. It took all you had in you not to preen with delight at how comfortable he was with physical touch with you, so you settled on tucking your knees up to your chest and shuffling even closer to him.
A brilliant smile spread over your features. “I love it when you talk about the forties. It’s like I’m looking through a window of your life before… before everything,” you said quietly before shifting about one last time to make yourself more comfortable.
The episode was brightly colorful, exuberant in both visuals and dialogue. He often found himself in awe at the wonderful animation and spectacular voice acting, enthralled whenever you made small comments on the plot—something he knew you were just doing to subtly check if he was enjoying himself as well. 
One gripe he did have, however, was the fact that there were far too many jokes and references that Bucky couldn’t really understand. At first, he didn’t want to ask you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself—but after the first few, you seemed to realize that he wasn’t catching on and from then you’d pause the show to quickly explain some of the obscure pop culture references. 
“Scooby Doo is a famous mystery show that was super big around the 80s and 90s,” you whispered over to him. “Just in case you didn’t know.” 
Bucky could feel his heart lurch in its steady pace. He wasn’t entirely used to someone considering his own enjoyment in general—much less for something as mundane as watching a show. You were just so… nice. So nice that it left a yearning sort of ache within Bucky’s chest that he couldn’t exactly place. 
“Thanks,” he hoarsely muttered and you only responded with a half-minded hum, hand somehow finding its way back to his knee.
God, you were going to be the death of him.
Eventually, the episode ended and the credits rolled by, the wind-chime music tinkling in the background as you stretched your limbs with a weak groan, followed by an audible yawn you hid behind a fist. You blinked away the sleepy tears and shot him a reluctant watery smile.
“I better call it a night. Got some meetings tomorrow I have to lead.” After a tentative pause, you tacked on, “It was really nice being with you tonight. I, uhm, I hope this took your mind off of things, even if it was temporary.”
The corner of his lips slanted upwards. “It was great, really. Do you think we could… do it again sometime?”
Oh, it was like you could feel your heart melting through the bones of your ribcage. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d love that!” you breathily said a little too quickly, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “I, uh—g’night, Bucky.”
Bucky couldn’t understand just how easy it was for you to suddenly lean over and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your lips brushed over his stubble, nose bumping softly against his cheekbone. He could smell you—lavender and dish soap infiltrating his senses. Nearly short circuiting, he remained as still as a statue, only forcing himself to lift a hand to stiffly wave goodbye when you promptly hauled yourself onto your feet, turned on the heel, and padded down the hall to your room. He watched you go with slightly parted lips accompanied by a longing stare. 
Hours later, now retired into the privacy of his room, moonlight spilling white through the windows and onto the cold floors, Bucky could still feel the burning imprint of your lips on his skin. He wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night, plagued by nightdreams of how your smile would feel molded against his.
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fbfh · 10 months
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OOOOOF I am thinking about Bucky. I have been thinking SO much about Bucky. I'm thinking about Bucky returning from a mission late at night, slipping into your shared apartment unnoticed (old assassin habits die hard) and slipping into your bedroom. You're fast asleep, and look absolutely angelic. He can tell you finished your night routine a few hours ago, your skin is glossy and moisturized, and your hair is all set up how you like it. You're wearing a big Captain America shirt you got with him at the 4th of July celebration you went to last summer to make Steve laugh, and you’re hugging a pillow with one of his henleys pulled over it. A few of the stuffed animals he's gotten you are scattered around, and your cat sleeps soundly, curled up next to you as a calm show about wedding dress shopping plays on a low volume. You're a beacon of peace, able to throw him a rope to climb out of even the darkest places just by existing. He moves silently toward you, pulling you into his lap and holding you tight as you startle awake.
"Buck?" You ask, voice sleepy, teary eyed at getting to see him sooner than anticipated. He holds you against his chest, rocking you gently, cooing and shushing you. Comforting you comforts him, and your excitement and the feeling of being startled awake fall away as he holds you tight, rocking you soothingly. You start to feel all hazy and relaxed as you listen to his heartbeat, feeling the cool metal and low white noise hum of his left arm against your skin.
"It’s alright, doll. I'm right here."
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elixirfromthestars · 1 year
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Lucky Day
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)
Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played. 
Word Count: ~800
Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff 
a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖 
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      “ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today. 
     You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.
     “ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.” 
     “ In your dreams, Barnes.” 
     “ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.
     Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.   
     The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it. 
     It was you and Bucky. 
     There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety. 
     “ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed. 
     You wanted to kiss him.
     This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.
     “ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.
      “ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.
     Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you. 
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venusstorm · 11 months
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Round 5
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Boxer!Bucky x Reader
A/N: Short clip from a series I’m toying with :)
Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding past his nose and blending with the crimson red seeping from his bottom lip. With heavy-lidded eyes, he takes in your pretty lips, gaze hardening as he tries to decipher your words.
A loud ringing pierces his ears, the sounds of the stadium coming to a deafening silence. All he can focus on is you. The way you shouted encouragement against the noise, your hand finding its way to his cheek, wiping the blood from his bruised lip before kissing them softly.
"C'mon Bucky, you gotta get back in there. Keep fighting. You've almost got him, baby."
He scans your face lazily, his lips upturning in amusement at your worried expression. He wants to say something, to grunt a snarky reply to the way you called him "baby," but the words can't formulate. He's too far gone. 
So he settles with a nod, closing his eyes and nuzzling into your grasp so quickly that you almost missed it. You weren't officially his yet, but god forbid you tried to call yourself anything else. He loved the way “baby” rolled off your tongue. It was natural and he couldn’t wait to hear it again. 
You grin as he shakes off the pain, standing up from the seat and sinking his mouthguard back onto his teeth.
ROUND 6!
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noctumbra · 1 year
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55 with chubby!bucky 😋
ohhh 👀👀
pairing: chubby!bucky barnes x reader
warnings: chubby buck is a flirty bub, softness, flirting, touching (innocent tho)
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He was sitting on the couch in his comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants. His large and squishy frame was almost filling up half of the two-person sofa, and you could see his belly slightly peeking out under his sweatshirt. You bit your lip.
He looked so cozy, so relaxed that you wanted to plant yourself on his lap and never leave.
"You can if you want," you heard him say it out of a sudden. You blinked. He turned his head to you and smirked. "Sit on my lap and never leave, I mean. You won't be hearing me complaining about it." Your body burned, and you ducked your head.
Bucky chuckled. He patted his thighs. "C'mon. These thighs are comfy, babe," he murmured. "They are fed with love for you to sit on them." You fidgeted on your place, but it didn't take you too long to break and find your seat on his lap. Bucky hummed happily.
His arms immediately wrapped around you. You sighed. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you turned your head to the TV. He was watching Encanto.
"Mm, love this movie," you murmured. He kissed your forehead and started rubbing your back soothingly.
"I know," he said. "I know a lot about you, honey." You lifted your head. "I was kind of waiting for you to break up with that asshole of a boyfriend of yours." He leaned in lightly and brushed his nose against yours. "Now that you did, I can be that better boyfriend if you wanna—"
You cut him off with plastering your lips on his and whimpered a little into the kiss. "Yes."
Bucky just grinned. His arms tightened around you, and he rested his cheek on your head, happily watching Encanto with you in his arms. Finally.
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Congrats on the milestone my love❤️ ok hope I’m doing this right
Party bag 🛍 — Bucky and balloons 🦾🎈
Hey Hanna, thanks for this - it just wanted to be cute and fluffy.
Un-beta'd drabble, approx 1k
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The squeal of children playing, the squeaking of balloons rubbing against each other, should have been sweet and heart-warming, but unfortunately you found it grating. It was your nephew’s fifth birthday and your sister had begged you to come and help kiddy-wrangle.
Luckily it was a nice day and the party was outside in your sister and brother-in-law’s garden. The kids had a bouncy castle, there was a buffet loaded with food, other parents mingling,a face-painter and the cherry on top? The balloon artist. Okay, he might be the source of the creations that were currently getting on your nerves, but at least he was nice to look at. You were standing by the bouncy castle, your turn to enforce the no shoes and no shoving policy, which most of the little darlings here were quite happily disobeying. As long as no-one broke anything it would be alright. 
A group of boys, who’d all picked balloon swords in blue and green came running past you, hitting at each other.  When would this torture end? At least your current spot allowed you to unobtrusively checkout the balloon modeller. He was not what you’d expected at all. Tall, broad, brunet, young, with a smile that could light up the room. He’d arrived here with the face-painter, a petite, slim red-headed, who he obviously knew very well, but their body language didn’t seem to show an intimate relationship between the two. Not that anything was going to happen. He was a total stranger, but sometimes it’s nice to indulge in fantasy now and again.
Your gaze was constantly drawn to his deft fingers, as he manipulated the brightly coloured latex for the enjoyment of the children. Would they be just as impressive gliding over your skin, between your folds, into your pus…
You were pulled out of your daydream by your sister calling your name. It was time to coral the children so they could eat and then play some sit down games. You hustled 6 or so small humans off the bouncy castle, and towards the main part of the lawn near the buffet table. Having had your responsibilities lifted, at least for the time being, you nipped inside so you could get yourself a drink. As you filled a glass with lemonade, you decided it would be a nice gesture to get one for the entertainers too. Placing the three glasses on the tray you went back outside and walked over to where the face painter and balloon artist were set up.
The red-headed lady took one from you with a smile.
“Thanks, it’s hot out today. I take it you’re related to the birthday boy?”
“Yeah, I’m his aunt.” You gave your name and held out your hand.
“I’m Nat,” she replied, although she refused your offer of a handshake with a chuckle, holding up her hand so you could see the smears of face paint all over it. Instead, she jerked her thumb over her shoulder and pointed at the man you’d spent most of the afternoon fantasising over.
“And this is my friend, Bucky.”
He did shake your hand. It was warm, and fairly smooth although there were a few callouses.
“Bucky…” You tested his name out on your tongue subconsciously, and then felt heat flow to your cheeks. He smiled at you, a teasing glint in his eye.
“That’s the name, doll. Don’t wear it out.”  Then he actually winked and the cheesiness of it broke the tension and you laughed.
“It’s just an unusual name, that’s all.”
“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan. First name’s James and there were loads of other James’ at school and I wanted to stand out. You managed to bite your tongue, but your thought sounded loud and clear in your head.
And I bet you did!
Now you were closer to him you could make out more details. He had stormy grey-blue eyes, and a few freckles down the side of his face. And he wasn’t just broad, he was built! You could see the outline of his muscles under his t-shirt. God, you wanted to rip it off him and trace them with your tongue.
Get a grip, it’s not like you haven’t seen attractive men before…
He took the lemonade off the tray and gulped it down. You were entranced by the column of this throat as he swallowed.
“So, you said Aunt. Is the kid’s Uncle around here somewhere?”
Oh, he’s smooth.
You raised your eyebrow in amusement. He took a step forward, and everything else around you faded away.
“There’s no Uncle.”
“Another Aunt?”
“Only our other sister who couldn’t make it.”
A ruckus coming from across the garden snapped you out of it and you turned just in time to begin singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You kept throwing Bucky glances from under your eyelashes and nibbling your lower lip. He smiled back at you, hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.
After the candles were blown out, you took the cake from your sister to carry out the boring job of slicing it up and wrapping a piece for each child to take home with them. Then you had to help supervise pass-the-parcel and pin the tail on the donkey. You were worn out, and by the time you managed to catch your breath, you realised that Nat and Bucky had packed up and gone home. You tried to stifle a flash of disappointment. You’d hoped to speak to the handsome entertainer some more; there had definitely been something there that wasn’t entirely one-sided. As you moved over to tidy up where they’d had their tables you noticed a balloon crown tied to the chair. You picked it up, wondering which child had left it, when you realised something. On the inside of the crown was the name Bucky, followed by a phone number. You popped the crown on your head with a smile and continued cleaning.
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s-123-dont-know · 1 year
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Small Rec!
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angrythingstarlight · 2 months
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The way I picture mafia Bucky getting a tattoo with his girls initials on his left ring finger under his wedding band 💍 🥵
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
A/N: First mafia Monday drabble of 2024. Unbeta'd and written on my phone. Part of the bumblebee series.
"Are you sure about this? That's going to be a bitch to cover up," Steve warns, arms folded across his chest.
Bucky doesn't share the reservations his best friend has. Perhaps he should be offended but Bucky knows that Steve hasn't been in love. One day he's going to meet someone that turns him inside out the way you have. He can't wait to deliver that I told you so on a silver platter.
"I'm sure." A smirk slides across Bucky's lips and he gestures for Natasha to continue. He'd get your name tattooed across his throat in your handwriting if you'd let him. Bucky's never felt the urge to be claimed by anyone until you. He wants the world to know he belongs to you. It's an unfamiliar feeling, being in love like this. You're wrapped around his heart and made it so that it only beats for you.
As the low, steady thrum of the tattoo gun fills the studio, Bucky loosens his tie with his free hand and flicks open the first couple of buttons on his shirt. He pushes the shirt over his shoulder. "Besides this isn't the first tattoo I've gotten for my girl."
Steve's gaze narrows on the intricate cross surrounded by the open pocket watch and church dome inked into his chest. It's nearly imperceptible—parts of the ink appear fresher, darker than the rest. Then he sees it like the last piece of a puzzle being slid into place. Your name in—his head tilts contemplatively—five different languages woven within the detailed design. He has to admit it's impressive, The font is delicate and small, enough so that the average person wouldn't see it.
You have though. Up close and personal. Memorized each one as you sat on his lap, your legs around his waist, tracing each letter with your fingertips. The night he decided it was fully healed, he celebrated by taking you softly and sweetly and so slow it almost drove you insane. He made sure that night was embedded in your memory . The warm, smooth glide of his chest against your breasts. His hand around your wrists pinning your arms above your head. His soft lips never leaving yours even as your cries grew breathier and more drawn out.
"Guess you're serious about her huh." Steve remarks, snapping Bucky out of his musings. "You know what you're doing?"
Silence falls in the room after Natasha finishes the final initial. Bucky holds up his hand, admiring her handiwork as he makes an amused, nearly sardonic sound in his throat.
"Y'know sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing with this girl." His voice is quiet, and thoughtful in a way Steve has never heard before. "I do know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her and I know for certain I'm going to put my ring on her finger."
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cosmicbucky · 5 months
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summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to
pairing: bucky barnes x female reader
word count: 1000
warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers, this was just a dumb idea i had
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The first time Bucky changed the wallpaper on your phone, it was an accident - kind of. He sat on your couch, lazily scrolling through the photos of Alpine you insisted he looked at, because you simply couldn’t resist having a Halloween photoshoot with her while he was off on yet another mission, leaving her in your trusting hands. He was happy you were in the kitchen, because he would never let you see the smile he wore as he browsed the album, chuckling silently to himself over how elaborate these photos were. His mood swiftly changed when he swiped incorrectly, an array of different options suddenly presenting themselves to him. He swore under his breath as he tried to make them go away, but he only made it worse as the option to change your wallpaper came up. With an annoyed huff, he just kept tapping, figuring that eventually he would get it back to how it was. After a few more grueling seconds, he sighed in relief as he was once more face to face with Alpine sitting inside a jack-o-lantern candy bucket - how was he supposed to know that photo was now both your lockscreen and homescreen?
“Did you change my lockscreen?” you curiously asked when you finally sat back down beside him, taking your phone and checking it for any new messages.
“Did I what?” he asked in confusion, his head snapping up from his own phone to look at you with a scrunched brow. 
You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly. 
“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.” 
You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while. 
The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose. 
“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back. 
“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags. 
“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.
It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.
“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo? 
He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.
From that moment on, it became a game for him. 
Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.
A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it. 
As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.
Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year. 
It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use. 
He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you. 
It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this. 
For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it. 
He couldn’t. 
It was his wallpaper, too. 
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buckyalpine · 11 months
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This turned out more debauched than i intended, my bad. 
No thots just -
Dads best friend Bucky.
“C’mon spread your legs for daddy” He has you straddled on top of him, lining his cock up with your soaked cunt, rubbing the tip through your folds. You whine, sinking down on him, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain at the stretch of his length. “That’s it baby girl, lookin’ so pretty for me, God damn” 
Your nails dug into his thick shoulders, thigh burning from riding him up and down, your breasts bouncing in his face. It didn’t matter how many times he had you spread out like this, it always made him feral; the one person that was off limits to him, naked and riding his cock. 
“Such a good slut for me sugar, my little fuckdoll” He groaned, grabbing your hips, and squeezing your ass in his hands, loving how soft your skin was. “Dirty filthy fuckin’ slut, you love fuckin’ your dads best friend” 
“M’not a slut” you pout, moaning when he thrusted up from under you, nudging against that sensitive spot only he could reach. 
“But you’re my slut princess, look at the creamy mess you’re making all over me, you’re so slutty baby, you’re a dirty girl, so fuckin’ naughty” Bucky couldn’t get enough of your bottom lip jutting out, chewed raw, your skin glistening with sweat, your face twisted from pleasure. He grabbed his phone, guiding you to lean back so he could capture your whole body with his cock sheathed inside you. 
“Daddy, what are y-” 
“Shhh, smile for me pretty baby” Bucky cooed, capturing the way your brows were knitted together, eyes glazed over. He captured another of you looking at him with those doe eyes that drove him insane. Then another of your perfect form, white cream messy on the dark hair at the base of his cock, your thighs spread across him. 
“Lean back and open those legs for me, lemme see that pretty button of yours baby” Bucky murmured, gently maneuvering you till your legs were spread wide apart, your pussy stretched around his shaft. “There it is, s’all swollen huh princess, want daddy to rub it better?”  
Your felt your skin heat up, burning under his gaze while he eyed you up and down, getting more pictures all just for him. 
“Daddy” you whined out, collapsing on his chest, hiding away from him. You kept your face against his neck, needy whimpers slipping past your lips, sucking on his pulse point to keep your moans down. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, stroking your hair and rubbing your back, tossing his phone aside while continuing to fuck up into you. 
“All shy for me, sweets? Use your words pretty girl, you want daddy to play with your clit? Make you feel good?” 
“uh huh” Your voice was muffled against his neck, crying out when he started to speed up. He slammed your hips down to meet his strokes, pulling your body to his and rolling over. He pinned you against the bed, fucking you into the mattress. 
“OH-F-Fuck! Da-Daddy!” Your eyes rolled back, screwed shut from pleasure.  
“Open your eyes” He smacked your cheek, squeezing them together, making your lips pout, “Keep your eyes open while I fuck you, don’t you dare close them baby, look at me when I’m deep in your pussy” 
You clung onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, taking each of his thrusts, your nails scratching angry red lines down his back.  He let out a growl, snaking a hand down, pressing onto your lower belly, making you feel where his tip was hitting that sensitive spot only he could reach.
“Feel that? Feel my cock in you sweets, s’deep, so deep in you, m’making a mess in there baby, there’s so much precum, m’leaking so much in you” 
You clenched at the thought of his cum filling you up, usually having him pull out and covering your face instead. Your pussy dripped around his shaft at how it would feel to have him give you his full load, his warm seed pumping you up, giving you his kids, feeling him throb-
Fuck-
“Open your mouth” You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out, letting him spit in your mouth, humming in satisfaction when you swallowed. “You’re such a good girl for me baby, makin’ it hard for me to pull out” 
Then don’t.
“I gotta pull out, huh? Better ease up sweets, choking my dick, I don’t know how long I’ll last with the way your squeezing and milking me” 
Then give me your milk, daddy. 
You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his waist, not wanting him to pull out. You shook your head while he let out a moan almost as if he was in pain, his body weight dropping on you. 
“S’not fair princess, you know I can’t” 
He couldn’t.
You were his best friends daughter.
Your dad would kill him if he knew.
He couldn't 
“Ease up sweets, you’re gonna make cum in you” Bucky warned as best as he could, his pace growing sloppy. 
“Put a baby in me daddy!” Your legs wrapped tighter around him, your ankles locked at his lower back. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes, clinging around his body, “Wanna have your baby” 
“Oh God” Bucky could feel his cock swell, his balls painfully heavy, the veins running along his shaft throbbing. He worked his hips faster, giving you harsh, slopping thrusts, his feet slipping against the sheets. “You want a baby? You want my baby? I’ll give you a fuckin’ baby” Bucky moaned, pounding into you until the headboard slammed against your wall. 
What the hell was he doing, he couldn’t-
“Get me pregnant daddy” 
Fuck, yes he could. 
“You’re gonna be a good. little. mama, n’I’m gonna be your baby daddy, n’you’re gonna be so gorgeous with that round belly and so much milk for our baby” You cried out, feeling pleasure building higher and higher, just ready to tip over as he slammed into you, his hands fisting the sheets by your head. “You gonna feed me baby?” He sucked your nipple into his mouth, his pace faltering further at the thought of your sweet milk flowing into his mouth, “Gonna give me mommys sweet warm milk?”
“Daddy, m’cumming!!” Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, clenching and squeezing his cock, making his balls tighten. Bucky let out a pornographic moan a the feeling of your scratches, legs locked at his waist not letting him pull out. His cock was rock hard, swollen beyond belief as he finally caved, letting pleasure burst through his cock. 
“FUCKK” He roared against your neck, the sheets tearing under his grip as he started to pump ropes of cum into you, “That’s it, take all of my cum in that pussy, take my kids pretty girl, my filthy little baby” Bucky stilled, still dribbling into you while you panted, your body pliant underneath him. He softly stroked your hair, gently kissing your temple, your eyes growing wide when you felt his cock some how harden again almost instantaneously.
“Better have an excuse for your dad baby, cause I’m not leaving this bed till you make me a daddy” 
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vellicore · 1 year
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ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *
18+ ONLY
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One Shots
Dirty Little Secret * - DBF!Bucky x F!Reader
The first time Bucky met you, he knew he needed to stay far away from you. But then your dad invited him to your family's beach house. The two of you under the same roof? What could possibly go wrong?
Marry You Someday - 1940’s Bucky x F! reader 
When you were eight years old, you told James Buchanan Barnes you were going to marry him one day. You swore you had your life mapped out, but life doesn’t always go how we dream. 
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Drabbles & More
Bucky Barnes is Loud in Bed * - A little headcanon on how Bucky would behave and sound like in the bedroom. 
10 Ways Bucky Shows He Loves You - 10 Ways Bucky shows you he loves you
Every Breath You Take * - 1940s!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Bucky can’t help but spend his free time watching you.
If I Never See You Again   Bucky Barnes x F!reader
Following the prompt, “If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”
Movie Night Bucky Barnes x F! reader
Following the prompts “The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.” and “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”
Touch * - 1940s!Bucky x F!Reader   Bucky knows exactly how to help you relax on top of the Ferris wheel. 
Warm Love * - Mafia! Bucky x F!Reader Bucky loves it when you keep him nice and warm. Even when Steve is around to watch.
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ichorai · 2 years
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shout me out ; bucky barnes.
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track nine of DEAR SCIENCE.
pairing ; ex!bucky barnes x gn!reader
synopsis ; sometimes a simple ‘sorry’ is more than enough.
words ; 1.7k
themes ; angst, mild fluff, exes au
warnings / includes ; mentions of death/killing/losing a loved one, crying, mentions of a break up, set in a 50s style diner, bucky has a lumberjack beard woohoo, alpine brings bucky dead birds <3
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Love was the act of tattooing someone’s soul into your heart. Oftentimes it’d hurt, it’d sting, it’d bite. A poetic kind of pain one was willing to endure because love was universal—love was all consuming—love was what drew a line between surviving and living. But it was art, in the end, and the art would heal, just as a gash would eventually scab over.
At least, that was the point of love; an end goal of bliss, right?
Sometimes it didn’t feel like your heart’s tattoo of Bucky ever healed. Was it beyond repair? You weren’t entirely sure.
Bucky asked you to meet with him in the very diner you met him at. 
It felt so long ago. You were just waiting tables at the time, barely making ends meet—and there he was, an Avenger in the flesh, all easy smiles and tender eyes. 
Now here you were, nearly a year later from when he broke up with you, fiddling with the cuff of your sweater. You quit your old job a long time ago, having moved away from the small town to pursue a more promising career in the big city, and admittedly, because everything you looked at reminded you of something painful. Whether it be Bucky, or something that reminded you of your father that passed away a while back… it became too much. It was so strange being back—like returning to a place that seemed to remain stagnant in time while you moved on with life.
It was snowing heavily, frost rimming the diner’s windows. The flickering crimson glow from the large neon signs atop the diner seemed to taunt you with its brightness, as if to say: Stop! Don’t go in there!
But in there, you went.
The diner was empty, save for the young teenager manning the cash register, earbuds popped in as she picked at her nails. The checkered red-and-white floors beneath you injected a shot of raw nostalgia through your veins—you remembered the countless hours you spent mopping up these floors, the dozens of instances you averted your gaze to the square tiles so Bucky wouldn’t be able to meet your flustered eyes.
There was a dull sort of ache residing beneath your ribcage upon seeing him again after so long. He was in the process of sipping at his vanilla milkshake, staring at something on his phone with that familiar dip in his eyebrows you had grown so fond of. 
The door jangled upon your entrance, and his head shot up. The teenager didn’t bother to look, blowing a small bubble of her gum. 
You swallowed uneasily. He had a beard now, you noticed. He was always clean-shaven while dating you. For some strange reason, this seemed to make you even more saddened. It suddenly felt like the break up happened yesterday instead of a year ago.
When his eyes met yours, you had half the mind to turn right around and traipse back into your car. A part of you wondered if he was angry. Maybe he knew about that one shirt of his you kept—or the fact that you would mail small cat toys to his address from time to time because you missed Alpine. Maybe he wanted to tell you to stop hanging out with his friends that inevitably became your friends when you dated him. Maybe he wanted to tell you that he hated you—or that he still loved you. 
You had to give yourself a small reprimanding at the last thought. Life wasn’t at all as dramatic as you made it out to be in your head. 
He waved you over, and it took longer than you would’ve preferred for your muscles to kick in, legs sluggishly dragging along the checkered tiles. 
It was hard to speak, so you remained silent the first few minutes. Bucky slid over the plate of curly fries in front of him closer to you, the secondary milkshake in tow.
“You remembered I like strawberry,” were the first words you said to your ex in over a year, voice hoarse from disuse.
A smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Of course I did. You only got it, like, every date we went on.”
Bucky seemed to have a sort of hypnotic effect on you. You felt yourself huffing out a laugh, feeling slightly light-headed.
He spoke up again. “Thanks for coming all the way here, by the way. Honestly, I didn't expect you to show up.”
“It’s nice to be back,” you admitted. “I miss it here. A lot of, uhm… a lot of memories tied to this place.”
His head bobbed once. “Well, I asked you here because I have something I need you to know. It’s the reason I broke up with you—I know I said it’s because I wasn’t ready, and that was true to an extent, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I don’t expect you to ever forgive me but just know that, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so incredibly sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. And I understand if you’d never want to see me ever again—I’ll be out of your life for good after this, I promise.”
“Bucky, you’re scaring me,” you said, hands curling into tight fists in your lap.
“I killed your dad.” 
A beat of silence. The air seemed to grow colder. You straightened, spine stiffening to the brink of borderline pain. There was a sheen film of unshed tears over the trembling blue of his eyes, and you were entirely sure you were mirroring his exact expression.
Turbulent was your mind as you processed those four measly words. You wondered how you were supposed to react to such a situation. What would be deemed appropriate when the love of your life tells you that your dad was dead because of his past-brainwashed self? 
“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice was broken, tentative.
A hot tear traversed down your cheek. You sniffled, lips screwing up in thought. 
And after another minute of struggling to maintain your composure, you wiped the tears away and scrutinized him with a soft gaze.
“That first time we met, right here in this diner… you wanted to tell me, didn’t you? But you couldn’t. You just… you looked at me and asked me if I was okay,” you finally said, choking on your own words. “Bucky, you’re not the villain here—you’re also a victim. Should you have told me before we started dating? Absolutely. Should you have left me for a year wondering what I did wrong? Yeah, no, that was a dick move. But do I blame you for my father’s death? No. Bucky, that wasn’t you. The Winter Soldier did that. You were brainwashed and robbed of your right to choose—your right to live. It’s not your fault.”
Bucky was crying now, too, sucking on the roof of his mouth while fighting off the sting behind his eyelids. 
“I loved you so much,” he finally croaked out. “It felt like I couldn’t be with you—like I didn’t deserve to be with you. I kept it from you for so long and I’m so, so sorry for that.”
“Oh, Buck,” you mumbled, reaching across the table to intertwine your hand with his flesh on, nudging the plate of forgotten fries to the side with your elbow. “It’s going to take time for me to process this, I’m gonna be honest. But I… I don’t want you gone. I lo—care about you too much to lose you now.” You nearly slipped up, almost saying the dreaded L word. 
Did you still love him?
The answer, plain and simple, much to your vehement objections, was yes. You would always love Bucky Barnes. He was sweet and loving and cared for animals, he loved tangerines and plums, he complained lightheartedly whenever it rained, he’d dance with you to slow forties music, he remembered the small things about you, and his favorite place to kiss you was the little spot beside your nose where he liked feeling the remnants of your smile.
“I don’t want to lose you, either,” he hiccuped, staving off a wracking sob. It withered away into a wet chuckle at his own absurdity. “I’m sorry, I really thought… I thought you’d react differently.”
“I had a long time to grieve my father,” you admitted, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles soothingly. “It was painful, but I’m healing. I don’t think you’ve had any time to grieve what you’ve lost, Bucky. Let yourself feel it—you’re not the bad guy here. Besides, I forgive you—you only had my best interests in mind, after all. Sometimes a simple sorry is more than enough.”
Bucky could only spare you half of a water smile. “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Everyone back at home does. Sam, Alpine, Natasha, Steve… everyone. You’re always…” He gestured vaguely, unsure of how to articulate all his complex emotions into words. 
“I’m always yours.” The words came out a mere whisper of a thing, so quiet that Bucky barely picked it up. After a moment, you cleared your throat and gently relinquished your hold on him, averting your teary eyes to the plate of fries. “So, are we only having cold fries and shakes for dinner or did you order burgers, too?”
“I did—should be here any moment now. I got vegetarian for you,” he quipped, sipping at his milkshake after pulling a tissue from the red dispenser on the table to dab at his damp cheeks. “Extra sauce, just the way you like it.”
Gods, you loved Bucky Barnes.
“I like your beard,” you said, popping a curly fry into your mouth. “It’s like you’re a rugged lumberjack of some sorts. Certainly got the muscles for it.”
When Bucky laughed at your comment, all wind chimes and bells and rumbles of thunder, you could feel the tension between the two of you melt away almost instantaneously. 
You briefly wondered if he still loved you the same as he would mumble into the skin of your neck, your lips, your stomach, your thighs, your body, an entire year ago—and if there was ever a possibility of rekindling what used to be there.
Maybe, you mused while listening to Bucky begin to describe Alpine’s new fascination with bringing dead birds into the house, your heart’s tattoo of Bucky wasn’t beyond repair.
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fbfh · 2 years
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Thinking about having the honor of giving Bucky his first blow job. We all know how taboo some stuff that's pretty normal now was back in the day, so Bucky feels absolutely sinful and depraved at the way he throbs when you get down on your knees for him. Of course he’s dreamed of something like this secretly in the back of his mind, how else was he supposed to get through those long nights in the barracks besides with his hand wrapped around his cock staring at his favorite pin up girls (most of whom, in retrospect, bear a striking resemblance to you) he’s so worked up that by the time you pull him out, he's gushing precum, balls heavy and churning in your soft hands. You barely have time to lick it off his tip before he's close. He cums suddenly and hard and a lot and he's left speechless at how much you managed to swallow. He tastes amazing and you could suck his massive cock for hours. Good for you, super soldiers have super stamina and super loads of cum just for their pretty dolls, just to fill you up down your throat and as deep inside you as their super cocks can reach. You oversimulate him with pleasure and filthy words and innocent looks until he's crying, muscular thighs shaking around your head. His first blowjob is one he'll never forget.
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elixirfromthestars · 1 year
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Tranquility
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: On your day off from saving the world, you decide to have a date in the park with your boyfriend Bucky.
Word Count: ~400
Warning(s): none really, just lots of fluffy goodness!!
a/n: The end of the semester is approaching, so I am swamped with final projects and essays. Here’s a little fluffy drabble in the meantime inspired by the four blissful summerlike days my hometown got before the snow visited us once more 😭 Yes, you heard me right. SNOW IN APRIL!! 🥲 Thank you for reading! ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💕
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“ I wish this day would last forever,” you let out a long sigh, finishing your last spoonful of cookie dough ice cream. The sun was setting, leaving the most lovely hues of orange and yellow across the sky. The sound of flowing water accompanied by the chirping of birds made your stroll in the park with your boyfriend almost dreamlike.
Bucky returned your sentiment with a soft smile, “ Forever would be nice.” He rubbed small circles into your left hand, planting a kiss on your hair simultaneously. To have days so tranquil like today were rare. The only time the two of you spent together lately involved any missions you were partnered on. Stopping madmen from taking over the world wasn’t exactly your idea of a romantic date. 
You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him toward a stone bridge. It overlooked a gently flowing river with a perfect view of New York City beyond it. You weren’t tired, but you wanted to rest for a moment, hoping the world would let you bask in the sunlight for a few more minutes before disappearing into the night. 
With a quick hop, you sat on top of the bridge railing and patted the spot next to you for Bucky to sit. He shook his head and instead chose to stand between your legs. One hand resting at your side, the other holding his rocky road ice cream cone. There was a look in his eyes you recognized very well. His eyes twinkled with mischief warning you he was planning something. 
“ You got something on your face, darling,” Bucky motioned to your face lazily, not highlighting a specific place. 
“ Where?” Your brows furrowed, dabbing your hands across your face trying to find the something Bucky mentioned.
“ Right there,” Bucky, in a quick swoop, smeared a dash of rocky road ice cream on your nose. Your mouth flew open in playful disbelief, “Buck! My nose is all cold now,” your hand lifted to wipe it away, but he stopped it midair,“ I’ll get it.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your nose. “ Better?” He asked after pulling away. You shrugged, failing to suppress a smile, “ Maybe just a little bit.” He laughed, looking at you with adoring eyes, cradling you in warmth and love. 
This time he wiped a tiny bit of rocky road on your lips before replacing it with his own. The kiss was gentle and tasted of velvety chocolate and sugary marshmallows. 
Now this was your idea of a romantic date.
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