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As I am sitting here brewing over my last string of holiday lights not working…

The thought of Buckys new Wakandanized arm being able to somehow super change that string of lights, causing them to magically work and save the day to then be rewarded by many, many wet kisses and lap cuddles plagues my mind.

🥺 I need this in my life!

….ooooooooor the ppl and he’s helping hang lights, your on the tippy top of the ladder and his arm accidentally shocks the string, making every single bulb burst and shocking you off of the ladder… only to be caught in his arms with a look of pure worry and surprise in those blue eyes of his.

I CAN’T DECIDE!!!! 

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Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 647

Summary: Bucky loves when you touch his beard and you love touching Bucky’s beard. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabbles and the sweet prompt below from @sergeant-bonky​ We all know how much I love Bucky with a beard so this was so fun to write. I would be touching it constantly whether he liked it or not HAHA! Hope you enjoy this and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff and lots of beardy goodness :) 

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It’s dark, the city below only a quiet hum at this hour of the night as Bucky’s arms tighten around your middle. You turn in his arms and run your hand through this hair, “you ok baby?” He nods, tucking his head under your chin and cuddling into you, “yea just can’t seem to fall back to sleep.” Smiling, you brush your fingertips over his beard, lightly scratching and combing through the soft hairs.

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Summary: It looked like both you and Bucky were doomed to return from the holidays more stressed than when you’d left.

Pairing: College/Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I just could not bring myself to give this new female character a name. The idea of one of you reading this and having the same name as her was too awful, so I just stuck with insults. 

‘That’s… sweet.’

You plastered a sickly smile over your clenched teeth and shook her hand, ignoring the look she gave when she noticed how clammy your palm was.

You were nervous sweating, which was a pretty reasonable response to such fuckery.

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(2/2) one. I cried, I laughed, I smiled, I hurt, I flew, and I cried again. The heart and soul that was poured into this book gripped my heart. It is a whole experience and absolutely breathtaking. It has one of the best love scenes I have ever read, not even Nicholas Sparks can compare. The author is enthralling and the scenes hold tight to your heart. I want to thank the writer for giving us this novel. I am speechless. I hope she publishes it one day. It’s called Take It Back by Allandoflimbo


Amazing! You give a wonderful review of it. I would be so happy if I heard someone say this about my work! @allandoflimbo

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Oh Brother

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Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader, slight Steve x reader
Warnings: Ince*t, sibling ince*t, dirty talk, language, smut, overstimulation, cream pie
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N:(I’d kill to be called doll baby) I’m just going to leave this here. Bye! *runs away*
Social Media AU Masterlist / Writing Masterlist

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Sebastian Stan characters as types of Daddies. 🥺🥵


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The (super rough, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week) daddy.


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The (it’s sergeant for you, my pathetic little whore) daddy.


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The (shameless, can rail you against the wall from behind anywhere anytime) daddy.


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The (sweetest, fluffiest, cuddly, softie) daddy.


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The (I would rather eat you for hours) daddy.


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The (are you fucking challenging me, my love! / will make you beg all night) daddy.


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The (absolute daddiest, dom daddy who will wreck your all holes, but will also caress and massage you after sex) daddy.


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The (don’t you dare fucking cum, until I tell you / will edge you on all night / rough roleplay) daddy.


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The (absolute bad boy, yet sweetest, get on your knees) daddy.


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The (sweetest, adorable, will be at your mercy whenever you want) baby daddy.



Couldn’t leave out my Sweet Seb.

For Chris Evans.

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Word Count: 477

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark (mentioned)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fluff, my writing

A/N: THIS IS WHY I DON’T WRITE FLUFF

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Thank you so much! I’m glad you like it! Of course! I hope you enjoy! <3

Anyone that knew anything about Bucky Barnes knew that he hated the cold. While you didn’t know the whole backstory of the trauma that he must have been through as the Winter Soldier, you knew enough to know that. 

Which was why it surprised you so much that SHIELD sent the two of you out on a mission in the middle of winter to what must have been the coldest place in the world. 

And of course, as missions sometimes do, it went sour. The whole thing had turned out to be a trap. They had been after Bucky the whole time, attempting to bring back the Winter Soldier. No one must have told them that it wasn’t as easy as saying the words anymore, but they found that out rather quickly. 

Of course when they did find out, they went into survival mode. Turned out they had a lot of options in case something went wrong which led to several explosions and a gunshot wound in your arm. Hurt as you were, the two of you had no options but to hide in this small cave and hope that no one could find you until your backup had arrived. 

The problem was that there wasn’t any heat in a small cave, and you could tell that Bucky was suffering. 

“We could start a fire?” You suggested, cradling your arm that he had finished wrapping for you a few moments ago. 

“It might give away our position.” He replied, his voice gruff as he clenched and unclenched his fists, his gaze locked on the outside as he watched for intruders. 

He had a point, but he was also stubborn. “All right then, come here.” You told Bucky gesturing him over to your side. 

He gave you a curious look, but did as you asked, sitting down beside you. 

“Can I have your hand?” You asked him, holding your own out for him. 

“We gonna dance, doll?” He asked with the slightest bit of amusement in his voice, much better than the grumpy sounds you had gotten out of him earlier. When you continued to hold your hand out, he placed his flesh one in your grip. 

Closing your eyes in concentration, you held your other hand under his in a fist until you felt the heat starting to grow. When you opened it, there was a small flame in your palm, emitting the smallest amount of smoke that vanished as it hit the cave walls. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to warm his hand at least. 

You opened your eyes to watch his face, smiling when his shoulders released some of their tension even if he was frowning at you. “You shouldn’t be using your energy on me.” He told you, though the relief on his face said otherwise. 

“Can’t think of a better way to use it.” You disagreed, letting go of his hand once you were sure he was going to keep it there. “It doesn’t hurt me, and I know the cold hurts you, Bucky. It’s the least I can do.” 

He watched you, something unreadable in his eyes as he did before he nodded. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” you replied, biting your bottom lip and looking back at the flame so you didn’t have to look into his eyes any more. 

You really hoped that he would think the heat on your face was from the flames in your hand.

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Bucky: My worst trauma is when Sam tried to murder me during a tornado.

Sam: Okay, I didn’t try to murder you.

Sam: I just didn’t try to save you.

Y/N: I love your friendship, guys!

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do you ever just wake up with the burning desire to inject the world with some more bucky fluff? well that was me the moment i woke up. have a drabble. i hope you guys enjoy!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sometimes strangers made the best lovers. 

Word Count: 623

Warnings: most just fluff here, but there are mentions of smut. overall just a good time <3 

The sunlight from the warm spring morning penetrated itself into your bedroom. On the night prior, your bed had an intruder. This particular intruder was tall and brooding, the type of man that you didn’t want to meet in a dark alleyway, but the exact type of man you’d happily invite into your bedroom. 

As your body began to stir, you felt the instant ache of the night’s activities catching up to you. It had seemed so fast and so intense that you hadn’t even realized that it was three in the morning before you two had called it quits. Your companion had ruthlessly pounded you into submission leaving you a helpless puddle of limbs and pleasure. 

The soreness was a consequence, but at the same time very satisfying to you. Any painful sensation you felt as you stretched out your body only reminded you of your magical night. Yes, that was the right word, magical. 

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Bursting at the Seams | Bucky Barnes

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Originally posted by babywantsout

It was almost time, you could feel it. There wasn’t much longer until little bun Barnes popped out.

This is what the entire team had been waiting for, but now you were becoming as impatient as ever. Bucky has been amazing, rubbing your feet when they aches, fetching you whatever food that your tummy cherub made you crave.

No matter what, he was there. Of course being pregnant, it came with some rules. No missions. No alcohol. No stress.

That last one was funny, since living in the compound with your teammates was anything but peaceful. Tony and Steve would disagree on matters, including missions that you were suspended from, asking for your opinion.

Sam would run around the halls with Clint, the pair being idiots. Their noise would wake you up in the morning, and although they were on their way to training, it made you want to kick their asses.

It seemed that it wasn’t the baby that would have to grow up, but the world’s mightiest heroes. They were supposed to be fully grown, yet their behaviours supposed otherwise.

Buck opened the door to your shared room, wearing his work attire, that consisted of a sleeveless puffer and cargo pants. There was denying that he looked good, but that thought alone was what had gotten you this close to motherhood.

“Hiya babe.” He dropped his duffel onto the floor beside the closed door, coming over and kneeling beside where you were sat on the bed with an open.

“How was the mission?” Was your first question. It must have been a success seeing as he had returned with no injuries, but you had this need to know.

You got your fill of field action by asking the others of their work, you had even tried to do their paperwork. However not only had the father of your baby made it clear, but so had Fury. There was nothing that you could do that was work related, your rest was your job.

“Went smoothly.” He replied, his metal hand coming to rest upon your bump. “It’s my last one until our bub is born.”

His lips kissed over the fabric of your tee, the baby kicking it’s forming legs out in response. It’s father smiled, looking at the added weight with wonder.

Pulling your shirt up, allowing him to be closer to his child. The little movements that the baby made could slightly be seen through the flesh of your stomach.

“Baby, you’re bursting at the seams.” He spoke to you, however he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your bump. There was excitement in his gaze, he was on the edge of glory. He was so close to being able to hold his child, cradle it in his arms and put him or her to bed.

“That’s what I get for being knocked up by a super soldier.” Groaning when the baby kicked again, you put your book aside.

However the cheeky smile that came onto your partner’s face was one you should have expected.

“I didn’t hear you complaining.” And then you certainly weren’t, but what with the swollen feet, the free time that you were drowning in, the constant cravings, you were now.

But it would all be worth it. Just a few more days and you would no longer be storing the cargo. Your baby would be here, out in the world, mingling with its unusual family, even if it had their eyes closed as it slept, sucking on its thumb.

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Okay, so if it’s all right with you I’m doing two different ones for this. I’m going to do, “I’m your friend, of course I care!” with Bucky, and then the other one with Stucky! So keep an eye out for the second one! You are amazing, thank you so much for that compliment! All I really want to do is make others happy and give them a little escape with my writing, so I’m glad I’m able to do that for you, and I hope you enjoyed the Tony fic. <3

TW: Mentions of an abusive relationship

There were times when you asked yourself the same question. Why did you allow yourself to put up with this behavior? After all, before your mother had passed away, she had tried to instill in you to never settle for less than what you deserved. So deep down inside, is this what you believed what you deserved? 

Or did you think that you were unworthy of what you wanted? 

You should have known that he would have questions when you knocked on his door in the dead of night, your hair a mess, tears running down your face with a red mark on your cheek. 

After the initial shock, Bucky’s face hardened. “I’m gonna kill them.” He said in a gruff voice that would make even the weakest of men cower against a wall. 

“That’ll make it worse, Buck … Can I please come in?” You begged, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. You needed him. 

Something in your voice must have made him change his mind. You watched as he softened at your words, stepping aside and letting you enter his apartment. 

“Where’s Steve?” You asked, brushing your tears aside and wincing when you touched the red mark on your face. 

“Probably trying to enlist again.” He replied, placing his hand on the small of your back, the touch so gentle and so opposite of the one you had gotten earlier. “Come on, you need to put something on that.” 

You let him lead you over to the counter where without a second’s hesitation, he lifted you into the air and placed you onto it, taking some meat from where it was thawing out on top of the oven and wrapping it in a towel before placing it on your cheek. 

You flinched from the cold, and Bucky mumbled an apology, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. You could almost cry at how tender he was being. No one had ever been as soft with you as Bucky Barnes, and it was such a harsh reminder of the treatment you knew you should be given versus the treatment you settled for. “Why do you let them do this to you, doll?” Bucky almost pleaded as if he knew where your thoughts were. 

“I don’t know.” You whispered, unable to look him in the eyes. 

“I’m not letting you go back there.” He replied, his tone tense once more. 

“Buck … I have to. You know that. They just lost their temper is all. They didn’t mean-”

Bucky’s hand tightened in your own. “They didn’t mean to? For the third time? Stop kidding yourself.” 

His harsh statement triggered your own anger, anger at your partner, anger at Bucky, and anger at yourself for allowing this to keep happening over and over and falling into the same trap. “Stop telling me what to do, Barnes. I didn’t come here to be judged. Not by the likes of someone that has a different girl on his arm every weekend.” 

He put down the cold meat and crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tense. “Then why did you come here?” He asked. 

You knew why you had come here. It was the only place in all of Brooklyn that you felt safe. You knew that nothing was ever going to harm you if Bucky Barnes was around. On top of that, no one made you feel as happy as him either, no one could bring a smile to your face and make you forget your problems as fast as him. That was what you had wanted, and that was what you had needed … but tonight Bucky didn’t seem to understand that. “Because! I thought maybe being around you might make me feel a little bit better. That was clearly my mistake because you don’t care! All you care about is trying to make me feel bad about how pathetic I am for going back to them every time!” You yelled. 

“I’m your friend! Of course I care!” Bucky yelled right back. 

And there it was, the sting you always got in your chest at that word when referring to Bucky. You hated every moment that you were reminded of it, because Bucky Barnes was your friend. 

Nothing more. 

“Exactly.” You said, sliding down from the counter and pushing him aside, grabbing for your purse you had left by the door. “You’re my friend. Not my husband, not my boyfriend. Which means you don’t have any control over my life.” You said, reaching for the doorknob. 

Bucky’s hand rested on top of yours, stopping you. You could feel his body pressed up against your back, his chest still heaving with his anger. “What if I wanted to change that?” 

Those were words you had wanted to hear for so long. You had waited years, longer than you had ever cared to admit, for him to express that he felt the same way you did, and maybe he had all along.

You would never know. 

“Then you should have said something before you enlisted, Barnes. I can’t be one of those women waiting and praying for you to come home.” You let out a little sob as you felt him take a step away, but couldn’t bare to turn around and look at him. “It would hurt worse to let myself love you completely and lose you than to never know what it would be like at all.” You whispered through your tears, not waiting for his response, you hurried out the door. 

The problem with your words was you already did love him with everything you had, but you couldn’t let him go off into War with that knowledge.

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a/n: i’m sorry to hear that, anon:( i wish i could’ve been there. but thank you for the request, and i really hope you enjoy xoxo

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when bucky walks into your room, he sees you hunched in the corner, shoulders shaking. he’s quick to rush over to you and he squats down to meet your eyes. when you look up, you have tears streaming down your cheeks.

he frowns. “what’s wrong, y/n?”

“i don’t—i don’t know. i-i just can’t—” you pause to try to take a deep breath, but it feels like the air has been punched out of your lungs, which causes you to panic even more. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t want—want you to see me like this.”

“don’t apologize, it’s okay. you don’t have to explain yourself to me, i just wanna help.”

you bring your head between your knees and try to catch your breath while bucky reassuringly rubs your arms.

“it’s okay, y/n,” he repeats. “let it all out.”

sobs wrack through your body, shaking your shoulders with the sheer force. you press your palms into your eyes out of frustration. “fuck, i can’t stop crying.”

“hey, you’re okay,” bucky soothes. “there’s nothing wrong with crying. you can cry as much as you want, but we gotta slow your breathing down, okay?”

“i-i can’t.”

“yes you can, doll. we’re gonna do it together.” bucky moves to sit in front of you and pulls your hands away from your face. “take a deep breath with me. breathe in on three. one, two, three.”

bucky takes an exaggerated breath in and you hesitantly do the same. however, your breathing is shaky and you can’t take much air in.

“that’s good, y/n. now let it out.”

you both exhale together, then repeat the process over and over again until your breathing evens out. afterwards, bucky pulls you to his chest and gently rocks you back and forth. the exhaustion from the attack, plus bucky’s comforting embrace makes you tired. you feel your eyes start to droop, but fight hard to stay awake.

but bucky just runs his fingers through your hair and says, “you can sleep now, y/n. i got you.”

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Pairing: Bucky x reader (Dad!bucky x reader and daughter :)

Word Count: 779

Summary: Bucky’s daughter wants to do his hair :) 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the super sweet prompt below sent in by @sergeant-bonky I LOVE writing dad!bucky! Hope you enjoy this and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Fluffy fluff fun and love and soft dad!bucky :) 

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“Hiiiiii daddy. Whatcha doin’? Sam asks as she climbs into Bucky’s lap. Bucky puts down his book and squeezes her into a ball, making her squeal with happiness. “Just reading my space book baby. What are YOU up to?” She smiles up at him, her grin a mirror image of his own, “well. I had the BEST IDEA.” She sits up so she’s facing him and puts her small arms around his neck, resting her nose to his, “how about I do your hair!?!”

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Summary: You love Steve, you really do, but somehow you find yourself every night wrapped in his best friend’s arms.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: cheating, smut, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, some curse words

A/N: This is my first fic in like 3 years, maybe?? Also this is my first time writing for Bucky and my very first time writing smut (i tried my best). As always, remember English is not my first language, thanks to @megthemewlingquim who proof read this and helped me with my grammatical errors, you’re an angel!

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Originally posted by keepbuckybaby


It didn’t have to happen this way. Or rather, it didn’t have to happen at all. 

It isn’t the first time this has happened either. They lost the count after the third time. In fact, after the first time, they both said it wouldn’t happen again, that it was a mistake; well, the ‘mistake’ is five and a half months long now.

(Y/N) spends more time tangled in Bucky’s sheets than in her own boyfriend’s. It isn’t that she doesn’t love Steve, she does, but she craves something she can only find in Bucky.

And Bucky, he was lost before this thing between them started. He was a broken man until he found his solace with her. 

Having her pressed against his mattress, squirming under him, craving for his touch, begging for it. 

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