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abbatoirablaze · 11 months

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Porcelain Doll, Chapter 8

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex/smut, sex pollen, Stockholm syndrome, basement husband bucky barnes

Bucky smiled as he stared down at your sleeping form. The makeup that you’d worn 12 hours ago was no match for what the two of you had just been through.

Your knees nearly buckled, but his arm was quick to wrap around you, “there will be time for you to be on your knees later.”

“Wh-why am I-“

“The pollen,” he explained, cutting you off, “it gets into your blood stream and heightens every sense in your body. Even the way my voice sounds to you right now is just making you wetter. Making you want to spread those pretty little thighs and let me cum inside you again and again until you can’t move and you’re sated. Hydra used it against me for a long time, Margo…I can only imagine what it does to you…”

You whimpered, unable to argue with him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing delicately against yours. You threw your arms around his neck, and pushed forward, not wanting anything other than him, “Bucky…please…”

He smiled, “is this what you want, Margo?”

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. And only he was the water that could quench it and remove the need. Otherwise, you were going to explode. You nodded eagerly.

Your lips worked in tandem, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths and fighting for dominance. Your hands slid down his chest, your body reacting to every ounce of his toned body. The vibrations from his moans sent a shockwave straight to your core.

“Bucky!”

“So needy,” he commented with a husky chuckle. You moaned, another wave of juices dampening your sex and making your legs feel sticky, “see that’s what it does…it makes you need to cum. It makes you want to have so much sex that you do-“

But you cut him off once more, your lips attacking his as your hands snaked down to his cock. The second your hand wrapped around his shaft he hissed, “Fuck, doll…”

Your eyes met and you went to drop to your knees, but he stopped you, “if you go down on your knees I’m going to fuck your throat raw…use your hand, doll…”

You didn’t make a move.

For some reason you could only watch the way his lips moved. The way that they formed to create words. And you wondered if they would move that expertly latched onto your clit.

Your knees nearly buckled again as his hand came in contact with your pussy. He lightly slapped it, snapping you from your stupor. You jumped at the sensation, but it felt all too right. You leaned in against his hand, and it slid against your folds until he collected enough of you. Then his hand went back to his cock.

You moaned, watching how he was using you to lubricate himself. There was something so undeniably sexy about it. Your mouth began to water again as you reached for his cock once more.

But he slapped your hand away.

“You get it when I say you do!” he said firmly. Your legs clenched and he smirked once more.

“H-how are you-“

“I had decades with them trying to control me on the pollen,” he grunted, stroking himself firmly. You watched as his cock bobbed with every stroke. The tip was getting angry and red, and you knew you were imagining it, but it seemed like he was hard as a rock, “I know how long I have before I go completely feral on you…just like I know what it must be doing to you right now.”

“Wh-what is it doing to me?”

He licked his lips, looking up and down your body, “when you first breathed it in, it felt like acid in your nostrils…it burned. But then your skin became too sensitive. Your clothes were itchy. Your nipples are hard as diamonds. You’re practically drooling from both ends…if I don’t give you my cock soon enough, you’ll start cramping. The little sensitivity that you think is so much now, will start to feel like someone is setting fire to your nerves and then throwing it into a vat of acid. That pleasure turns to pain, and in a flash…and the only way to get rid of those feelings is by cumming. The endorphins that are released sets off a chain reaction, turning the feeling of pain back into pleasure.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You didn’t know any of that when you had gotten it.

And you especially didn’t expect it to be used on you.

“I-“

“Didn’t think it through, did you?” he taunted, walking you backwards out of the room. You shook your head, and he guided you back towards the bedroom. Your eyes remained focused on his cock, “I can see how bad you want it…but tell me why I should give it to you, hmm? For all I know, you want it now, but afterwards, I’m just another toy on your shelf. I’m like Barber…just someone to fuck you until your next little obsession.”

“I-I don’t think that,” you whimpered, falling back onto the bed, “I-I want you. Forever…”

He slotted himself between your thighs and you gasped, opening up for him, “promise me, doll…I’m not doing this again where I let myself fall in love with a dame and she sleeps with my best friend…promise me that you’re my doll. My little porcelain doll. You want me and only me…”

“Yours,” you whimpered, inching yourself forward towards his cock. You whined when he held you on his tip, the thick, bulbous head already stretching your entrance open. He lifted your chin so that your eyes met his, “Pr-promise…only yours.”

“Good!”

And with that he wasted no time, spearing into your core. Instantly, you wrapped around him, your legs locking around his waist as he went as deep as he possibly could inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and your nails dug into his shoulders, “BUCKY!”

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned softly as he sank all the way in to his base, “you feel amazing, doll.”

“Yours,” you repeated again, entirely lost in the way he felt, stuffing you full, “all yours.”

“Oh most definitely,” he agreed. He pulled out at a slow pace, before allowing his hips to slam back into you, “I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to control myself with you, doll…you feel too good.”

“Wanna cum,” you whimpered, feeling the slightest bit of the cramping in your stomach. He shushed you, rolling his hips enough that you could feel the ridges and veins in his cock, “FUCK.”

“Soon, doll,” he replied simply, starting up his own pace. He reached for your face and stroked your cheek, “don’t worry…I won’t let you feel the bad stuff…I’ll take care of you doll. Always and forever.”

“Cum in me!”

Bucky leaned down, his lips pressing against yours in a much gentler, sweeter kiss, “don’t worry, doll. I’m not cumming anywhere else, ever again.”

You shifted, snuggling up against the super soldier as you began to awake from your slumber. When your eyes opened you couldn’t help but to smile, “good morning…”

“Morning, doll.” He said gently. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. You whimpered into the kiss as his hand sank from around your waist, going to cup your sensitive cunt. He gave a light, airy chuckle as he pulled away, “sorry…it’ll probably take a day or so before you’re feeling up to it again. We did get a bit intense…”

“Worth every moment,” you sighed happily, snuggling into his chest, “I’m your little porcelain doll…right Bucky?”

“Yes…yes you are.”

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ungoliantschilde · 10 months

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some Dan Mora art in black and white.

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maple-the-awesome · 6 months

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,745

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRITY-ONE: READ THE ROOM

If you had known it would have resulted in you having to work with Bucky and Zemo, you would've never opened your door for Sam. Despite how civil you're trying your best to be, a part of you wants to slap them both for different reasons, although if thinking more rationally, Bucky's only crime against you is breaking your heart by turning his back and walking away without so much as a goodbye. Zemo, on the other hand, tried to frame Bucky for the UN Bombing, traumatized your nephew by showing him a recording of his own parents' brutal deaths, and ultimately tore the Avengers inside-out. Needless to say, you're having a really difficult time so much as glancing at Zemo's smug face without wanting to fulfill your previous promise to break his nose, and it's not like he's doing much to save himself from receiving that fate either.

"So, what's with the frosty air between you two, hmm?" He gestures between Bucky and you with the champagne glass his butler hands him, his eyes flashing with mischief as he takes a drink, "Now that I think about it, I don't believe I've seen you say a word to each other this entire time. It would be a shame if you've broken up. You were quite the 'couple' last we crossed paths."

You do your best not to give him the satisfaction of your attention, continuing to watch out the jet window instead while spinning your ring which is the only distraction you unfortunately have during this long flight. While you may hide it well, it does hurt to know Zemo's words hold truth. Bucky has barely said a damn word to you since the apartment, purposefully going out of his way to avoid even addressing your presence despite being on this whole mission together. Hell, so far he's been more willing to respond to the criminal who terrorized him than the person who used to be his fiancée...Did you really hurt him that bad to somehow be worse than Zemo?

"Where are you taking us?" Thank God for Sam who has proven himself to be the only person on this trip you can stand to be around. Reading the jet's rigid energy, he's quick to try changing the topic, yet Zemo refuses to address his question right away, taking his time setting down his drink in exchange for picking up the book that has been balancing on his lap.

"...Sorry -" He 'innocently' pretends to have only just heard Sam, "- I was just fascinated by this. A lot of it's scribbled out, although it seems to be an important letter; a heartfelt one, from what I can make out. 'Holiday Edwardine -"

By the time you zoned in to your name being mentioned, it was instantly cut off by two steps - two heavy footsteps before Zemo was suddenly pinned back against his chair, his neck trapped in Bucky's gloved hand which doesn't show much restraint with its iron grip.

"Touch that again and I kill you," Bucky's voice is a whispered threat, yet still heard throughout the dead silent jet as no one does or says anything about his unexpectedly aggressive behavior. Even Zemo only responds with a short nod and a quiet gasp for air once Bucky finally removes his hand, allowing him to breathe easy once again.

Ripping the small notebook from his hands, Bucky shares a quick glance at the shocked expressions Sam and you wear before returning to his seat wordlessly. You follow his movements, watching as he awkwardly pushes the notebook back into his coat pocket while shifting his head towards the window as if he can feel your burning stare.

Zemo clears his throat, giving off a tone that some might believe to be genuine, although it loses its effect on all of you, "I'm sorry. I understand that was the name of your late wife. As for the list of names on the other pages - people who you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."

"Don't push your luck," Bucky grumbles, again shifting in his seat as if doing so will somehow get him further away from this situation.

You want to ask - to reach your hand out for his and gently question what's wrong. You knew Bucky must still struggle with parts of his part, so you're not surprised that the Winter Soldier's victims would remain on his mind, but Hollie as well? He should realize by now that you don't blame him; you've insisted it enough times. He knows you're alive and well in this life, so he doesn't have to let any guilt about what happened weigh him down...but you keep your hands to yourself instead of saying a word of it aloud, looking down at your lap as you decide it isn't your place to press anymore, after all Bucky made himself quite clear earlier that he doesn't want you worrying about him.

"...I'veseen that book before. It was Steve's. When I told him about Trouble Man, he wrote it in that book. Have you listened to it? You like it?" Sam breaks the silence, once again trying to turn the conversation towards one he hopes won't start a fight. Little did he know that he'd be the one to partake in the next bickering session because of it, not convinced by Bucky's claims that he 'liked' the soundtrack. Even Zemo would agree with Sam that it's a masterpiece, yet that would be the extent of their common ground.

"You must have really looked up to Steve," Zemo takes the conversation away from movies and music, deciding to tip-toe over the line of what's acceptable to say and what will get him punched, "I realized something when I met him for myself - that the danger with people like him is the very way we put them on pedestals, idolizing them as storybook heroes and symbols of hope until we become blind to their flaws. From there, wars begin, cities fall, innocent people lose their lives...You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad 'icon'? Now, do we really want to live in a world full of people like Red Skull?"

"Steve was a pretty far cry from Red Skull, though," You point out, speaking for the first time since boarding this jet which brings Zemo's attention from Bucky to you, "Let's not forget that super soldiers aren't inherently corrupt. You can see it anywhere with shitty people being given power useful for their own benefit. It doesn't necessarily take super powers, just an escape from accountability that goes to your head. That's why Steve was so carefully chosen - Why Dr. Erskine didn't simply hand off the serum to the first fit soldier to cross his path. He picked the little guy from Brooklynn because he knew that's who would fight for what's right, not for his own interests."

"And I couldn't agree more. Steve Rogers was a unique exception, but how many people are you willingly to bet will follow in his footsteps? Certainly not those 'Flag-Smashers', I would think," He has a point you can't argue against. Steve and Bucky are good people who didn't let their superhuman abilities change that, and while you're sure there are more people like that out there, it isn't safe to just cross your fingers hoping they'll be the ones who come across any super soldier serum circling the globe unmanaged, "That's why we're going to Madripoor."

"Yeah, I have some questions about that. What's exactly the deal with Madripoor? You keep talking about it like it's Skull Island or something," Sam asks.

"It's an island in the Indonesian archipelago. In the 1800s, it was known as a pirate sanctuary," Bucky explains distantly.

"But it's kept its lawless ways since, which means we can't simply walk in as ourselves. Three people associated with the Avengers would only cause unwanted attention, perhaps a few bullets sent our way," Zemo swirls his champagne glass in hand as he eyes Sam and you, "You both will be easy enough to conceal, although I'm afraid James will have to become someone he claims to be gone."

You glance at Bucky who stiffens, only sparing a quick glare at Zemo then back out the window. You can't say the idea sits well with you either...

When Zemo said Madripoor is 'lawless', you expected something like Hell’s Kitchen or Detroit, but this is far, far worse. The streets are literally packed with crime, every corner having someone who casually stands around with a large gun in hand while every shop specializes in illegal goods. A few steps out of the car and you felt as if you had just walked straight into a GTA game on steroids except unlike a video game, none of you have extra lives to spare - Well, you might, but you're not quite willing to part with this one just yet.

To avoid looking suspicious and getting shot for doing so, you have to put full faith in Zemo's plan, something you never thought you'd have to do ever. Admittedly he seems to know what he’s doing, although you would complain that he's being a little too cheerful while doing it. Not once did he flinch when all eyes focused upon your group as you entered the Brass Monkey Saloon nor did he hesitate to introduce Sam to the bartender under his temporary identity as 'Smiling Tiger'.

You feel for Sam, especially when forced to choke down a drink made of the fresh insides of a snake, however your pity must wait until later because you have your own role to strictly stick to here. A humble and forgettable assistant, you're to remain silent yet observant while accomplishing whatever small tasks are ordered of you (not that you plan on doing any more for Zemo than required for this act). It’s annoying, but easier than drinking snake guts, so you're not about to complain.

You had noticed when entering the saloon that several patrons have taken special interest in Bucky, their whispers once again meeting your ear as you wait for Sam to gain the courage to finish his drink, however you try not to concern yourself with. In any other environment, you'd be ready to pick a fight with anyone bold enough to start gossiping about the 'infamous Winter Soldier's' presence, but here and for this mission, Bucky's past is exactly what you need people to pay attention to.

You can hear Sam gag quietly after the bartender finally walks away, hopefully to set up a meeting with this 'Selby' person Zemo says can provide you guys with information. In the meantime, you look up and manage to catch Bucky's eyes only briefly before they dart back to watch the other patrons. You roll your own eyes and find somewhere else to look since even undercover in a crowded bar, it seems he can still find time to be mad at you.

Suddenly, Bucky stands straighter and grabs your wrist, giving it a slight tug that moves you subtly in his direction. You would've wondered why if not for immediately feeling the presence of someone else walking up behind you. Turning around, you find a man has squeezed his way out of the crowd to where he now stands practically toe-to-toe with Zemo.

"Got word from higher up. You ain't welcome here," The man threatens, although despite his attempt at intimation, Zemo hardly does more than blink.

"I didn't come here for business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come to talk to me..." With a smug undertone to his voice, Zemo trails off while gesturing to Bucky who has already let go of your wrist, but only in exchange for having a hidden hand hovered over your hip to keep you close in front of him, "...Or bring Selby by for a chat."

The man seems to size Bucky up, and since you’re standing between them, it feels as if he’s also looking you over, however if he wonders who you might be or notices that the ‘Winter Soldier’ seems awfully protective over you, it goes unsaid. Sparing one last hostile look at Zemo, the man disappears back into the crowd, allowing you to let go of that breath you’ve been holding and for Bucky to remove his hand, "'Power Broker'? Really?"

"Every kingdom needs its king."

Surveyingthe crowd, you notice several men beginning to slowly surround your group. You keep your eyes trained on them, your hand cautiously lowering to your belt where you keep the taser you had stubbornly refused to part with earlier. Whether he saw the concern on your face or sensed the approaching goons for himself, Zemo pushes off the counter and locks eyes with Bucky, "Zimniy Soldat…Ataka."

Just as one of the men places a heavy hand upon Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky swiftly pushes you behind him before grabbing the man’s hand, twisting it until it snaps, but he doesn’t let go, instead forcing him to walk backwards until at the center of the room. There, Bucky goes head-to-head with him and all his little buddies who decide they might actually stand a chance against a super soldier.

If anyone hadn’t been paying attention to your group before, they’re definitely not missing the show now. The crowd watches in awe as Bucky easily beats every fool who swings a punch his way, doing so with little emotion written over his face; the complete opposite of how Sam and you observe the chaotic scene in front of you.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form, did it?" Zemo leans over to whisper to you, his comment being one that will boil your blood if you think back to it later, but for now, you’re too focused on Bucky.

You can hardly stand seeing him fight as the Winter Soldier like this, even if it’s just pretend. He can handle himself, you know that. He’s within control and doing this of his own volition, but that doesn't mean he should have to. You know this is hurting him inside, only serving as a cruel reminder for what he once was. It’s torture to see and recognize that hidden pain in his eyes as he slams one of the men onto the bar counter, keeping him trapped there all by the strength of a single hand crushing his throat. You might not be a mind reader, but you can guess what’s going through Bucky’s right now: how many people has he done this to without control or mercy? How many people has he actually killed using the same method?

Sam also shows his concern over how far this has suddenly gone, especially when the echo of guns’ cocking becomes impossible to dismiss. He places a hand on Bucky’s arm, however he’s called off by Zemo who’s quick to remind you both through whispered breath about the risks of losing character now.

“Molodets, soldat.”

Selby will finally see you. Your efforts of concealing your identities and that little ‘show’ Bucky put on has won you another step towards finding the super soldier serum. That should be a good thing that takes some stress off your shoulders, but it doesn’t.

Bucky’s expression is frozen in a blank stare, his movements almost automatic as he simply lets go of the man and lets him slide off the counter. Somehow his breath is louder in your ears than the mumbling of the captivated crowd - a crowd you almost completely forget about.

“...Hey, you okay -?” You whisper, reaching to touch his arm as has always been habit for you, however you instantly retract your hand when Bucky jerks away, his eyes once again only briefly meeting yours - this time with an emotion you can’t quite put a name to - before he roughly pushes by to follow Zemo.

Your hand feels stuck in the air until you awkwardly lower it and bite your frowned lip. There’s a burning in your eyes and an aching to your soul, one you fear might become too obvious if you let yourself dwell on it for too long, so you suck it up and trail after the others all while bitterly electing to ignore the way Sam watches you sympathetically in your peripheral vision. You're thankful he can’t ask with everyone else around. It’ll hurt less if you just don’t think about it.

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shelbbswrites · 10 months

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I wrote about Maria Hill and the trope that the MCU can’t seem to shake.

Secret Invasion's series premiere ends in a deadly twist that is more disappointing than shocking. Luckily, there's still time for it to right the wrong.

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adventuresoflegobucky · 8 months

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#lego #adventures of lego bucky #marvel #falcon and winter soldier #winter soldier #falcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 22- Phone Sex

Sam Wilson x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 929

Warnings- smut (18+ only), masturbation, feelings, established relationship

Notes- I always tend to lean towards soft sex with Sam, but he deserves all the love!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Hello?” you answered your phone the moment it rang. Even in the middle of getting ready for bed, you were always quick to your phone whenever Sam was away. You were so worried about missing his call that you kept it glued to your side, “Sam?”

“Hey baby,” Sam’s soothing voice on the other end of the line made you drop your shoulders in relief.

You glanced over at the clock, “Isn’t it the middle of the night for you?”

Sam sighed as he ran his hand across his face, “Yeah,” his voice dropped, “But I missed you baby… I just had to hear your voice.”

“I miss you too, Sam,” you breathed into the phone as you sat down on your bed, “It’s lonely here without you,” you grabbed your pillow, “The bed feels cold when I’m by myself.”

“So I’m just a bed warmer for you?” he laughed as he joked with you.

All you could do was moan softly at the sound of his laugh, “Why else would you call me in the middle of the night, Sam?” your tone dropped.

“You got me there, baby,” Sam’s tone matched yours as he made himself comfortable on his bed, “Maybe I missed more than just your speaking voice.”

You bit your lip to stifle another moan, “So it’s that kind of call then?” you positioned your pillow between your legs as you settled onto your knees on the mattress, “So I can pretend this pillow I have here is you…”

“Fuck baby,” Sam groaned as he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it lazily, “In that case I can imagine it’s your hand on my cock instead of mine.”

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as you slowly rocked your hips across the pillow, “I wish I had you here with me right now, Sam,” you breathed heavily, “Wish I could make you feel good, baby.”

Sam pumped his cock faster at your words, “You already are making me feel good baby,” he groaned, “Just hearing you right now is everything I need.”

“Sam…” you breathed as you rolled your head back and rocked yourself against the pillow, desperate for more friction.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred as he worked himself more, “Let me hear how pretty you sound for me.”

Through yours and Sam’s moans, you heard the slick sound of his cock in his hand, and it made a rush of arousal jolt through you. It drove you wild to imagine what he looked like in that moment, laid out on whatever bed he was on with his cock in his hand. Was he alone in the room, or did he risk getting caught while on his heated phone call with you? Truthfully, you weren’t sure which turned you on more.

“Sam…” you moaned his name as you rubbed yourself against the pillow harder, “Want this to be you I’m riding, not a pillow.”

“Cause I’m harder than a pillow?” he chuckled lowly into the phone. But the thought of you riding your pillow and pretending it was him drove Sam wild, and it made his cock leak with precum.

“Yes,” you let out a soft laugh.

“Let me hear you cum, baby,” Sam groaned your name, “I need to hear you cum,” he pumped himself harder and faster to the sounds of your moans.

“Oh fuck… Sam…” the sounds of the fabric rustling harmonized with your moans as you rocked against the pillow faster. You bunched up the fabric to create extra friction with the folds of the pillowcase.

The extra bumps in the fabric along with Sam’s encouraging words was just enough to send you over the edge and with his name on your lips you fell apart. Your body trembled as waves of heat crashed through you as you imagined it was Sam below you.

“That’s it, baby,” Sam purred as his own climax quickly built as he stroked himself, “That’s my girl. You sound so beautiful, baby.”

“Sam…”

With the sound of his name in your blissed out voice, Same came hard. He groaned your name as his release splashed into his hand. His mind swam as he listened to the sound of your heavy breaths on the other end of the line as he rode out his climax on his hand and imagined it was yours instead.

“Fuck, baby,” Sam exhaled deeply once he rode out his climax.

“Sam…” you pleaded his name as you laid down onto the bed and held the pillow close, pretending it was him you held.

“I know, baby,” Sam blinked his eyes open and almost forgot that he was actually alone, “I shouldn’t be gone too much longer… Then I can make it up to you. We won’t leave our bed for days.”

You smiled brightly, “I’d like that,” you sighed dreamily, “You just make it back home to me, alright?”

“You know I always do, baby,” Sam grinned, “Promise.”

“I love you, Sam Wilson,” you almost sounded sad, but it was just because you missed him so much. You had to admit though, when the two of you started your late night dirty phone calls, it did help. But the pang of being alone after it was finished still stung. You just had to hold onto the promise that he’d be back soon.

“I love you too baby,” Sam’s feelings reflected your own, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.” Nothing would keep him from you, especially when he knew what you had in store for him when he made it back to you.

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yawchannel · 2 years

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Captain America: New World Order / CAP IS BACK Fan Poster (Anthony Mackie Movie)

#anthony mackie #sebastian stan #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #sambucky #stackie #falcon and winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #disney plus

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haflacky · 1 year

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Happy birthday to Bucky Barnes 🥳💕

Full on my patreon

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aintinacage · 1 year

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Marvel No Context #23

#marvel #mcu #marvel no context #ooc #falcon and winter soldier #bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan

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amjo-vnl · 1 year

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Victims of Baron Zemo

I couldn't find this list on the Internet (maybe I wasn't looking hard enough), so I decided to make it myself.

1. Colonel Vasily Karpov (cause of death: drowning)

1.1. (alternative scene of getting the book)

~48 people at the auction (cause of death (or knockout): asphyxiation by gas)

2. ~12 people, including King T'Chaka (cause of death: explosion at the UN)

And more than 70 people were injured

3. Dr Theo Broussard (cause of death: (?)stab wound)

4. 5 soldiers of the Elite Death Squadron (cause of death: gunshot wound)

5. Overseer Menz (cause of death (or knockout): physical injuries)

6. Dr Wilfred Nagel (cause of death: gunshot wound)

7. 4 bounty hunters (cause of death: gunshot wound)

8. (by the hands of an old friend)

4 members of the Flag Smashers (cause of death: van explosion)

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #falcon and winter soldier

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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Madam

Word Count: 858

Warnings: implied smut, masturbation.

Bucky smirked as he walked into their shared bedroom. Steve was happily snoring, face down and naked, stretched out across the bed. Off towards the bathroom, he could hear the shower running, and he knew that their girlfriend must be getting ready for the upcoming evening.

They weren’t doing anything special, but she had managed to convince both super soldiers to take the night off and have a couple’s night in. Something that originally, Bucky hadn’t been on board with, but seeing his boyfriend happily snoring away, and knowing that his girlfriend was the cause of it, made him all too content with the moment.

As quietly as he could, he made his way towards the large ensuite. Once inside, he couldn’t stifle the laughter as he heard his girlfriend softly humming some top 40 song to herself.

“Mind if I join?” he asked softly as he leaned up against the counter.

He saw her jump ever so slightly through the heated glass, before giggling once more, “It depends, sarge…if you think you’re actually coming in to get clean, or dirty? Because we do have an event to go to tonight.”

“Yeah…sorry about that.”

“You told me that we could have a date night.”

“Showing you off to the world can be considered a date…a very public one…” he reminded her, “you know…since Steve and I came out, saying that we were in a polyamorous relationship with someone there’s been a lot of speculation of exactly who you are.”

“Trust me…I know,” she giggled, “so don’t be thinking you can sneak on in with Steve asleep in our room to get some nookie on the down-low.”

Bucky chuckled, “it’s why I didn’t just come in, doll…but in all fairness, I was out picking up our tuxes and your dress…and Steve looks like he got off more than a few times…is it really fair if I don’t come in and help?”

“So, he wants to be a dirty boy?” she teased gently as she looked at him through the glass. Bucky’s smirk only got wider as she leaned towards the wall. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as one of her hands massaged her breast, while the other slipped between her legs.

He could smell the arousal dripping off of her as she slid her fingers into herself.

“Doll…you’re playing with fire…” Bucky warned gently as he felt his cock starting to twitch in his pants, “you can’t honestly be still riled up after the state I saw Steve in…”

“What can I say,” she giggled, “call it the hormones…I feel like I’ve been insatiable for weeks…”

“Because you have been…you know, not that I’m complaining or anything,” he answered warmly, stepping away from the counter. He stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and briefs before stalking around the shower’s edge. A growl escaped the back of his throat when she pulled her hand from her core and brought it up to her lips, “you’re a naughty little girl, Bunny.”

“I can still taste Steve inside me,” she purred as she reached back into herself and caught more on her fingers before slipping her fingers back to her mouth and moaning, “but you know I love it when I can taste both of you on my tongue…”

Bucky reached forward and opened the shower. Another growl escaped the back of his throat when he saw her in all of her glory, “oh that can be arranged, bunny.”

They’d only just found out she was pregnant, but already the changes to her body were incredible. Her breasts had already gotten larger, and the slightest dimple of a baby bump lined her stomach, making him crave seeing her naked at all hours of the day.

And that thought alone in itself was driving Bucky and Steve feral.

Neither super soldier had realized just how much of a breeding kink they truly had until their girlfriend announced that she was ten weeks pregnant.

And how fast a super soldier baby was developing inside of her. Both men had fallen in love with the fact as soon as they had heard it. And even more so when they went to the first sonogram.

She was pregnant with their child.

“Bucky…”

The super soldier was torn from his thoughts as he looked up into his partner’s eyes.

“Yeah, Bunny?”

“You’re staring,” she teased, pulling the super soldier into the shower with her. Bucky closed the glass door behind himself and wrapped his arms around her waist, “has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he instantly lied, “never, doll…guess it’s just you. You just have something that I can’t take my eyes off of.”

“Me…or the little super soldier you and Steve put in me?” Bucky all but growled once more and she smiled, “you better behave, James!”

“Oh, never!” he teased, his hands falling down to her stomach, “me and Steve made you a promise sweetheart…we’re gonna love you with every bit of ourselves…and a lot of the includes misbehaving with that pretty self of yours every chance we get.”

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