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♛𝔟𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱♛


➸ 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 
       ↳  ʏ/ɴ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴀᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. ʜᴀʀᴍʟᴇꜱꜱ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

➸ 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 
        ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ-ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴇx

➸ 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔢𝔰? 𝔩𝔬𝔩 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
        ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇ. ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ

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𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰   𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦
      ↳  ᴄᴇᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ

     ↳ ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ 40ꜱ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋʟʏɴ

𝔫𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔶   𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦
    ↳ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ (ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱɪx)

𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲
    ↳ ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ

𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲   𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦
   ↳ ʏ/ɴ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ

𝔱𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰
    ↳ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ʏ/ɴ

𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
    ↳ ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ

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𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
        ↳ ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏ/ɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴋɪᴅꜱ (ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴜ)

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 (𝔦/𝔦𝔦𝔦) / (𝔦𝔦/𝔦𝔦𝔦)  / (𝔦𝔦𝔦/𝔦𝔦𝔦)
        ↳ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴠɪꜱɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ

𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 
        ↳  ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ? (ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ)

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Set Myself on Fire

Summary: An unprecedented circumstance forces Bucky to realize he desires more than to just protect you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, breeding kink, language


Originally posted by bishopl

Bucky sat on the couch, his foot tapping incessantly against the ground. His metal fingers fidgeted against his bouncing knee, keeping in time with the ticking of the clock on the wall. He never tore his gaze away from the double doors for a second, except to glance at the clock on the wall. They should’ve been back by now…

He felt a hand on his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. “Stop freaking yourself out.” He turned to see Wanda smiling warmly at him. “She’s fine.”

Bucky knew she was right, but that didn’t stop him from worrying any less.

Ever since you joined the team, he’d been glued to your side, much to the surprise of the rest of the members. Bucky was never really talkative or made much of an effort to bond with anyone (rightfully so, after all he’s been through), but that all changed when you showed up. He didn’t know why, but something about the twinkle in your eyes when you looked at him and the way you sometimes would blush around him made him want to protect you like you were his little sister, even if you were more than capable of handling yourself in a fight.

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RDR characters as Marvel Cinematic Universe characters

Dutch van der Linde - Yondu Udonta, adopting people and be like a father figure? Half good half bad? Yes.


Originally posted by fuckyeahndu

Arthur Morgan - Steve Rogers (Captain America), they are just trying their best at everything.


Originally posted by softietom

John Marston - Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier), why? To be honest? I don’t know. But hey, Steve and Bucky are best friends… and they aren’t exactly the same.


Originally posted by bishopl

Abigail Robers - Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), again, two badass women.


Originally posted by santa-xx

Bill Williamson - Drax, to me, they’re kinda the same- I don’t know why? They’re both kinda dumb but they’re also kinda funny


Originally posted by roguesgambits

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Summary: Bucky/Mutant!Reader; You’ve known the winter soldier for far too long, despite his new team you’ll always stay loyal

You’re quiet keeping yourself to the shadows as the team moves in and out of the rooms in the base. You can see The Asset, your former handler, he’s standing next to a blond man and you frown, you sigh whistling and tuning it to the Asset’s hearing, startled when the blond man turns as well, you weren’t aware Hydra had made more. You follow and can tell the Asset has become aware of your presence as he takes a moment to slow and check the room that’s obviously all to clear. He brings up the housing they’re taking for the night, letting the rest of the team grumble about the soon to be lumpy hotel mattresses and cheap food. You follow them from the base to the main road and then you stall as you recognise the hotel they’re staying at, you know this place and they know you from years of visits, the people change but very little else does. You wink at one of the maids, she doesn’t say anything about you slipping a spare key from her belt, or about how you slid into the Asset’s room, you know he’s alone, you grin a little closing the door and locking it.

He’s watching you too closely and you can’t help  but return his predatory gaze; his lip curls up and you’re not sure if he’s baring his teeth as a threat or an invitation. He laughs in the back of his throat as he stalks towards you.

You’re surprised by the fluidity in his movements, you remember him most as he jerked and convulsed in the chair, a warning to you of what mistakes caused. You tuck yourself back into the shadows of the room, hoping he’ll forget where you are in the dim room. He appears next to you, mumbling into your ear, you still sucking in a breath that you know he’s heard.


“Monsters don’t feel fear.”

“You’re only a monster because you let fear in.” He has you  pinned against the wall his face inches from yours sneering.

“I can smell your fear you know.” He laughs and his eyes light up as you snarl trying to bite at his lip.

"Shut up.”

“Oh what’s wrong you don’t like the idea of the truth?” You squirm against him trying to wiggle free but he just presses himself closer.

“Hush, I won’t hurt you.” You blink stilling as you meet his gaze, the monster you’re expecting isn’t there and he even offers a soft smile.
“Bucky Barnes.” His smile stays and you watch the way he swallows, the clear need for you to respond.

“Y/N.” You offer and he moves quickly, turning and backing you up against the bed in the room, he’s on top of you purring about how he’d never forgotten you, how you had never forgotten him.

You both ignore the knocking on the door, until there’s a loud bang of something slamming into it and he turns, tilting his head, but his shoulders stay relaxed so you don’t feel the need to move to defend him.

You can hear the blond man, Steve if you remember correctly, he’s asking if he wants to visit the base again, to canvas for the mission. Bucky answers with a vague answer about later and having seen the mission target a few hours ago. He closes the door, crossing the room in seconds curling himself around you.

“Monsters stick together…” He nuzzles your face and you frown.

“I thought monsters were violent and vicious” You tilt your head moving back from his comfort and kindness, you can feel the suspicion creeping back in, unsure if it’s from you or him.

“I’m sure you’ve had enough of being cruel and killing to last a lifetime.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you move, knee hitting his stomach, trying to flip him but he doesn’t react, beyond pinning your hands above your head, eyes staying dark and unimpressed at how you’re still squirming your legs.

“Oh doll, you really think you can play this game? You keep moving those legs like that and I’ll break them.” He hums a little watching as you look up at him feigning fear, he laughs bringing his face closer.

“Be good.” You sneer at him, snapping your mouth and catching his cheeks with teeth, He smiles letting the blood drip slightly before pushing it back towards your mouth.

“Clean it.” He hums when your tongue darts out to lick his cheek. His hands slide under your clothes, fingers hesitating as he watches your eyes. You whine when his fingers brush over a scar on your side, he pauses, hovering back, almost nervous before his eyes return closer, darker as his fingers dig into your side drawing a yelp from your mouth.

“Monsters don’t have weaknesses do they doll?” You growl in response and he just laughs more, bringing his face closer, before you can respond he kisses you again, you stare slightly shocked at him before he grins, a little crookedly.

“Your heart sounds twice as loud to me.”

“What does it sound like?”

“Fear, maybe love, I haven’t really decided which I prefer.” He purrs leaning down to kiss you, he feels a slight sting where your teeth sink into his lip. When he pulls back your lip is bleeding as is his, you’re sure your face is flushed and he presses your foreheads together as he digs his fingers into your sides. He’s shifting his leg, moving you so you’re resting on either side of it. He loosens his grip and you squirm down trying to move but you simply end up grinding down on his thigh, he chuckles, pulling you back up effortlessly and smirking when you whine.

He hums against your mouth, almost smiling against you as you try to bite his lip again, he drags his nails down your back and you buck against him trying to free your hands, annoyed at how long he’s drawing this out. You rear back intent on trying to jerk free, and Bucky lets go, your hands slamming back into your face and catching against your own cheek, you frown. Bucky laughs and then quiets, you know he can feel your hands snaking around his back, how you drag your nails down leaving tendrils of warmth. 

He finally moves backwards allowing you to sit up slightly as you watch him pulling his clothes off and throwing his pants against the wall. You frown when he nudges you back down, you were intent on taking your own clothes off but he pins your arms back once more as he shakes his head, he grins at your reaction when you feel the knife sliding just shy of your skin, the cool blade giving way to cool air.

“I won’t have anything for tomorrow.”

“Wear my shirt, I have a jacket anyways…” He smirks licking up the center of your chest, resting his mouth around your pulse point to let a hickey bloom over your skin, he’s dragging the kife up from where he;d cut your underwear away, light in his touch only leaving a faint red line, unbroken skin for now. He traces dips in your collar bones, notches on your shoulders watching the small droplets of blood bubble before he licks them away.

You tilt your head at him and he leans closer, you bite into his shoulder and he suppresses a groan as you grind against him slightly. He doesn’t mention the desperation he can feel from you.

“What did they feed you?”

“They fed me when I did well on missions.”

“What, not when.” You turn away your eyes going slightly hollow.

“They were dead anyways, wasn’t like anyone was gonna miss ‘em” He nods you know he’s thinking back to the hundreds of agents the team has found over the year of tracking looking like they’d been attacked by an animal. He looks back down to your form, he can see the fangs and claws you seem to always leave exposed, he can see the fear ever present in your eyes now, the terror of missions going wrong. He can hear your heartbeat hammering against his chest. He pulls you close, kissing you softly, slowly, he wonders how long it took them to make prey into predator. He shrugs this train of thought off, running soft fingers along the scar your side, you whine again, pressing closer instead of pulling away. he chuckles mumbling something into the top of your head that you don’t actually hear.

She’s gone when he wakes up his shirt is missing and he chuckles a little. he showers, wincing at the bite marks you’ve left, it stings slightly. He throws the hoodie on and he meets Steve at the diner downstairs. Steve’s already ordered and most of the way through his breakfast before Bucky’s order appears, Tony and Natasha appear when his meal does and as they order Clint and Bruce blink both sleepy eyed at the menu. The waitress brings two pots of coffee out and sets them on the table, Clint swigs from one of them and the rest of the group look disgusted but then laugh a little.

“So that mission, we going to talk about whatever animal did that to the bodies.. I thought it was a bear or a wolf but its not that big, whatever it is, it can easily crush bone without a second though, its probably being told to attack and kill them, what with how many are dead..”

“Could’ve just been hungry,” Bucky pauses eating to look at Clint.

“Eyes bigger than its stomach yeah? If what Steve’s saying is true it must have been starved and then let loose, so it would make sense it overkilled.“ Bucky continues to eat ignoring the stare he can feel at the back of his head, he orders another side of sausage and bacon asking for it to go. As they walk out of the diner he can hear the dogs footsteps fall in line with his own, he resists the urge to reach his metal hand back, he knows it will meet soft fur. He offers out the bag and the dog takes it in its mouth, letting Clint pet it before running off.

"Saw the dog yesterday and thought it could use some food.”

“Poor thing looked starved.” Clint frowns at where the dog vanished.

“Looked like it got into a fight with the gashes on its shoulder.” Tony comments. Bucky shrugs but frowns as the dog reappears sitting by his foot.

“No, we don’t have room for you…” Bucky glares, Clint raises an eyebrow scooping the dog up.

“We have more than enough room, besides if she has a home the owners get to meet the avengers and it’s good press. Here” Clint holds the dog out and Bucky takes her from him.

“We should name her.” It’s Natasha who says this, the dog resting its head on her lap in the jet’s seats. Steve looks up from the mission report and frowns.

“We’re not naming it, naming her means we get attached, beside you’re all terrible at names.” Tony looks offended and Clint looks physically hurt before Sam bursts out laughing.

“You really think telling them not to name her will help? There’ll be a collar round her neck by the time we touch down.. I vote Maria, she looks like a stern leader.” Clint snickers and shakes his head.

“What about Lady, she looks kind of like a cocker spaniel..”

“Yeah if it was on steroids, she’s easily twice the size of one of them..” Tony huffs.

“We could name her Ruth?”

“Boris, how are we sure it’s a girl?” Natasha suggests, the dog shifts moving away from her to flop its body over Bucky’s lap. Bucky glares and you look up, winking at him, he looks unimpressed and mumbles that once they get back to the tower you better change back.

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I guess Bucky’s not all right anymore. (Get it? Because he has to fight again but he’s also getting a l e f t arm??)


Bucktober day 20, prompt: Pray for me by Kendrik Lamar and The Weeknd

Promptlist by @fauneb

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