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bucksfucks · 3 hours ago
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      100° ; bucky barnes
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SUMMARY || when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.
PAIRING || dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader
WORD COUNT || 3,330 words
WARNINGS || significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3 also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the dividers! they’re the best, everyone go check them out!!
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   It was easily the hottest day of the air. The type of heat that you can feel; sticky, thick, and impossible to take a deep, refreshing breath in.
     It was absolutely disgusting. And yet, it was the day that your dad’s air conditioning had finally crapped out on you. 
     You felt like you were cursed. The summer you decide to move back in with your dad to save some money, and everything suddenly goes wrong. 
     A breakup, a flat tire, and now, the A/C deciding to die. 
     And it was only June.
     You had no choice but to walk around in a tiny pair of loose shorts and a tank top, deciding against a bra because even the thought of it made you cringe.
     Your dad didn’t seem too concerned, saying that he’d have someone come look at it tomorrow and that in the meantime? To sit outside with a cool glass of water. 
     He was sitting in an air conditioned office, of course it didn’t bother him. But you were stuck inside a melting pot with no desire to do anything but sit in front of your fan. 
     Then your phone chimed, a text from your dad popping up on the screen as you narrowed your eyes to read it. 
     Ask Bucky, he’s good with his hands and might be able to fix it.
     You shook your head, no. He wanted you to ask his best friend, your new neighbour to fix your air conditioning when you could barely have a conversation with him without zoning out at the thought of what his metal hand would feel like against your body. 
     The thought of his metal prosthetic against any part of your body was even more inviting today, in the sweltering 100 degree plus heat that made you want to do nothing but have an ice bath. 
     But, it was only mid-day and you felt like you were melting into a puddle of your own sweat. You didn’t think you had a choice, you were going to have to muster up the courage to walk yourself over to Bucky’s house and ask him for help.  
     You had to shake your head to rid the thoughts of him. It was not only inappropriate, but embarrassing. It still felt like Bucky and your dad were playing a huge prank on you. There’s no way they were best friends, they were polar fucking opposites. 
     Fire and water. Not two peas in a pod. 
     You blamed it on your horrible relationship where your ex never cared or seemed bothered about the fact that you never came. 
     At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. That because you failed biology, biology was now failing you. 
     Then, you saw the various posts and threads online, people just like you recounting their experiences where they thought they couldn’t come until they met an older man.
     An older man that showed that no, it wasn’t them, but their shitty ex-partners that never took the time out of their day to learn their bodies and what they like.
     You sighed, wiping a thin sheen of sweat off your forehead as you stuffed your feet in an old pair of flip flops and made the short trek across the street until you were standing in front of Bucky’s door. 
     You just...stared at it for some time before finally reaching up to press the doorbell, hearing the tune echo throughout his house. 
     All you had to do now was wait.
     Wait for Bucky. 
     There was shuffling on the other side of the door, the sound of the lock faintly clicking before the door opened and nothing could have possibly prepared you for how Bucky greeted you. 
     Dressed in absolutely nothing but a pair of jet-black workout shorts and a naked torso and chest that glistened under the hot afternoon sun as the black and gold of his prosthetic shined brightly. 
     “Hey, Kid. What’re you doin’ over here?” He asked like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t half naked with his shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips where the prominent v-line he had worked hard on was on full display. 
      “H-Hi, Bucky,” you had to clear your throat, not aware of how hoarse your words were going to come out. 
     He smiled, leaning against the door frame as you saw his eyes flicker down your body briefly before he crossed his thick arms over his chest. 
     “Our, uhm, our air conditioning went out and my dad said that someone was going to come look at it tomorrow, but he said that you were good with your hands and might be able to help in the meantime?” 
     Your confidence faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling like the way your heart dropped to your stomach when Bucky called you kid.
     He chuckled, pushing off of the doorframe, “well, I am good with my hands.”
     You swore your heart stopped when he dropped a wink, “but I can’t promise I’ll get it fixed.”
     You could do nothing but nod your head, ignoring the throbbing between your legs in hopes that it would go away. 
     “I jus’ have to grab my toolbox, come on in.” He ushered you in, closing the door and you moaned at the feeling of air conditioned and cool air surrounding you. 
     “That good, huh?” He teased with a faint smirk as he disappeared further into his house, “it feels like I live on the sun back at my place.” You chuckle nervously, unable to see him, but still hear him.
     He reemerges seconds later, a heavy looking toolbox in his left hand as he comes to a halt in front of you. Still shirtless. 
     “Ready, Kid?” He asks with a smile and you furrow your eyebrows, “I’m not a kid.”
     He chuckles, deep and low before shaking his head, “yeah? You’ll have to prove it, Kid.” He tacks on the pet-name out of spite, teasing you before he’s brushing past you and holding the door open for you.
     The walk is short, you leading Bucky into the house and he groans, “Christ, it’s warm in here.”
     It’s your turn to laugh, “yeah, I’ve been tempted to just walk around naked today because even these,” you grip the fabric of your shirt, “are too much.”
     Bucky’s listening, watching you intently as his tongue darts out from the corner of his mouth, “bit dangerous, don’t you think?” He smirks as you shrug your shoulders, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
     He cocks his head to the side, “someone could see you, see a little too much of ya’, sweetie. A neighbour, perhaps.” His eyes have darkened significantly from when you first greeted him at his door. 
     “I trust that my neighbour would keep it a secret,” the tension is thick as Bucky finally drops the toolbox onto the floor with a dense thud. 
     “I think he would,” Bucky hums, opening the box as you watch the way his back muscles ripple as he bends over. 
     “Gimmie a few minutes, yeah?” He asks, straightening out as you nod your head, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” 
     You nearly bolt into the kitchen, telling yourself that you were in some heat-induced haze that was causing you to hallucinate that interaction between you and Bucky. 
     You’re desperate for a glass of water, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you open the fridge and grab the pitcher, pouring a generous glass before nearly chugging half of it. 
      It helps, for a moment. Quenching your thirst. Not the metaphorical one, though. 
      There’s faint noise heard throughout the house and well, at least Bucky’s kind enough to take time out of his day to swelter in the heat trying to fix your air conditioning. 
     You bite down on your lip, sinking your teeth into the flesh as you let your mind wander to that goddamn metal arm of his. 
     You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky re-enters the kitchen, “I’ve got bad news and good news, Kid.” 
      There it is again, that fucking pet-name you’re starting to despise. 
     “What’s the bad news?” You ask, placing the cup onto the counter, “it’s dead, you need a completely new unit.”
     You groan, shaking your head, “and the good news?” 
     He’s still holding a wrench, flipping it, “you’re welcome to hang out at my place, I was jus’ ‘bout to make lunch anyways.” 
      You have to take a moment to digest his words, the offer, and the fact that it was Bucky asking you.
     “Yeah, uhm thanks. That’s really nice,” you smile, and you’re truly grateful because you seriously think you’ll go crazy if you spend another minute trapped inside of your house. 
     He smiles, “perfect,” is all he says before turning on his heels as you follow him. 
     It’s silent, the walk back as Bucky once again holds the door open for you before shoving his toolbox to the side of his front door. 
     “Now ‘m no chef, so I hope you like sandwiches,” Bucky chuckles, following him through his house that you’ve been in a handful of times already. It’s nothing new, but is at the same time because you’ve never been alone with him. 
     “I can make a pretty mean lemonade,” you offer, watching Bucky’s lip curl into a smile, “jus’ full of surprises, aren’t ya, Kid?”
     You have to fight the urge to scowl at the pet-name. Instead, you just nod your head and open his fridge to grab the lemons, lemon juice, and ask Bucky for the sugar. 
     The cold air from the fridge soothes you, washing over you as goosebumps prickle over your skin and your nipples harden through your shirt. 
     You don’t pay them much attention, but Bucky does because he has to clear his throat, eyes casting to the floor as he slides the sugar over to you without looking at you. 
     It makes you feel good, an ego-boost as you spend the rest of the time making the lemonade in silence. 
     “I gotta say, I don’t know how you managed to survive as long as you did with no A/C.” He said, focusing on the sandwiches in front of him. 
     You hummed, “it wasn’t easy. Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of having a metal arm I can use to cool off.” 
     That catches his attention, turning around to face you with a sly smirk on his lips, “you curious?” He asks, holding up his hand as your eyes lock on it, nodding your head.
     “Turn around,” it’s a command, but his voice is soft as you’re gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, but turning around as you feel him walk up to you. 
     A gasp passes through your lips as you feel the cool material of what you’ve always assumed was metal, against your shoulders, “s’great to have, helps me a lot whenever ‘m too hot.”
     The innuendo is thick, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch, lunch long forgotten now. He kneads your tense muscles gently, coaxing a soft moan from you that you should be embarrassed about, but the relief washing over your body is too good.
     “Can you,” you’re shy about asking your question, “can you feel things with your metal arm?”
     Bucky stops and you think you’ve offended him, “I sure can, sweetheart.”
     “Must be nice,” you sigh, head lolling to the side slightly as Bucky’s cold hand creeps up your neck, “could help you too, sweetheart.” He purrs lowly in your ear, stubble scratching at your neck lightly. 
     The words physically don’t come out, instead a mewl does as you nod your head. 
     “Gonna have to use those big girl words of yours,” he whispers, hand still on your neck as you let out a whine, “please, Bucky, it’s s’hot.”
     He spins you around, trapping you between his counter and body as he looks at you with hungry eyes, “good girl.”
     You swallow thickly, swallow down the lump in your throat as your mouth falls open and your throat goes dry because Bucky is shirtless and so fucking close to you.  
     “’M gonna take care of ya’, I know how much you need it. Can practically smell you soakin’ through your panties,” he says, licking his bottom lip as you’re looking at him wide-eyed and excited.
     He presses his hips against yours, the thin material of his workout shorts does little to conceal the straining erection that’s now pressed against your hip and it takes everything in you not to whimper. 
     “Wanna hear a secret first, gumdrop?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, “yeah.”
      “I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ ‘bout you since I first met you.” He purrs, confessing his dirty little secret, “do you remember that day?”
     Of course you remember, it was the night you spent with your hands between your legs as you imagined what it would be like to have Bucky there instead. 
     You shake your head and he hums, “jus’ a year ago, wearin’ that cute little summer dress actin’ like you didn’t know what you were doin’ to my cock.” 
     All you wanted to do was look good, look good for Bucky. 
     He grabs your chin next, with his warm hand and you gasp, “and now I get to fuck you. Right here, in my kitchen.”
     His words send a shiver down your spine, his inhuman appendage travelling up to cup your breasts through your thin tank top, “touch me, pretty girl.” He whispers and that’s when you realize you’ve been standing still. 
     Not in discomfort, but because you were afraid that if you moved, you would wake up from whatever good dream you were having. 
     You relaxed against him, his fingers pinching your nipple through your shirt as you let out a soft gasp before your hands are on his hot and muscled chest. 
     “You ever think of me?” He asks, “when you’re layin’ in bed, with your fingers deep in your own pussy?”
     You moan, you actually moan at his words as you nod your head, “mhmm.”
     He chuckles lowly, kicking your feet apart gently as he dips his hand under your shirt and you have to gasp at the cool touch before he’s slinking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and panties. 
     “’M gonna ruin your own fingers for you, gumdrop.” He smirks darkly, running the digits through your soaked folds. 
     “But s’okay, ‘cause you know where to find me now,” he dips a single finger into your entrance teasingly before finding your clit and you hand to dig your fingernails into his shoulders and back. 
    “Good girl, that’s it. God I can hear how wet you are,” he growls, applying more pressure to your clit until you’re whining and reeling in the pleasure. 
     He doesn’t let you dwell on it for much longer before he’s dipping his fingers back into your entrance, starting slow with one. 
     “How’s that feel, feel good to be filled up and stretched out at the same time?” He taunts, slowly fucking you as you’re moving your hips against his hand. 
     He adds a second finger, curling them upwards and then stilling, “fuck yourself.” He suddenly says with a smirk. 
     “Grind your hips over my finger, gumdrop. Make yourself cum if you want it that bad.” You whine, shaking your head in desperation because you were already so fucking close. 
     He just didn’t want to give it to you so easily. 
     You listen, rocking your hips and your clit bumps against his palm. It’s new; cold and thick, your mind wandering at how big he could be.
     “I can feel your greedy cunt squeezin’ me, you’re so close, pretty girl. C’mon, I know you want it. S’all yours,” he whispers in your ear, sucking at the skin below your ear. 
     Your hips move more erratically, soft pants flowing out of your mouth before you’re gripping his fingers and cumming. 
     Cumming all over his hand, in the middle of his kitchen, in the middle of the hottest day of the year. 
     “You look so pretty when you cum,” he whispers, slowly removing his fingers so he can literally rip the clothes off of you.  
     You’re shocked, “you can wear mine, s’fine.” He shrugs as he’s tugging his own pants down and suddenly you realize why you could feel all of him.
     He hadn’t had any boxers on, and the sight of him made you shudder.
     “There’s no fuckin’ way you’ll fit,” you blubber, watching as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself. 
      “Oh, it’ll fit,” he smirks, “I’ll make sure of that, baby.”
      You’re falling seconds after, Bucky pulling you down onto the cold kitchen floor and yeah, it feels amazing against your sweltering hot skin.
     “Don’t be shy, gumdrop. Jus’, here,” he positions you over his cock, rocking your hips as you grind over him, “feels good, yeah?”
     It does, eyes falling closed as you nod your head before he’s lining himself up, “take it nice and slow.” He whispers softly as you slowly sink over him. 
     The stretch burns slightly, but the fullness is welcoming as your hands are resting against chest while Bucky just watches you take his cock.
     “Fuck, baby,” he whines, “that’s it, you took me, all of me.”
     You open your eyes, looking down to see the bulge in your tummy from where Bucky’s sitting snugly inside of you and you moan.
     He presses a cool hand to your tummy, “ride me, use my cock to make yourself feel good.”
     You don’t have to be told twice, moving and rocking your hips as your knees are planted against the marble floors. 
     When he adds pressure to your lower tummy, everything heightens and you’re whimpering in desperation, “again.”
     Bucky smirks, “such a good girl, so full of me.”
     He helps, thrusting up into you occasionally without warning and it just adds to the pressure that’s in your tummy. You know what’s going to happen, but you’re worried. 
     “‘M g-gonna,” a moan rips through your chest first, “gonna squirt, Bucky.”
     The deep and low groan doesn’t go unnoticed as Bucky throws his head back, “s’all I want, baby. Go ahead, soak me.” 
     He pinches your clit, sending you over the edge as you push his dick out and squirt, making a mess over his abdomen and you know you’ve never cum that hard because you nearly pass out.
     Bucky’s fisting his cock before he’s grunting, spilling over his chest and adding to the absolute mess you’ve created.  
     You’re embarrassed, opening your mouth to apologize before Bucky’s pulling you into a hot and searing kiss. 
     “I know you were ‘bout to apologize, so don’t you fuckin’ dare. That was the hottest thing ever, I-I’m gonna be thinkin’ about it for weeks. Hell, ‘m gonna be dreamin’ of it.”
     His words make you feel like mush and you know you’re probably in subspace as Bucky helps you up, softly whispering in your ear. 
     “Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll have lunch like we planned, yeah?” He asks and you’re nodding your head, content with Bucky picking you up to carry you into the shower. 
     When the stream hits you, you hum, it’s cool and refreshing and definitely what you needed after the day you had. When you’re clean, Bucky is dressing you in his clothes, the clothes that smell like him and you feel safe and happy. 
     “You doin’ okay, gumdrop?” He asks in a whisper, your beaming grin answer enough, “I like the new nickname.” 
     He smiles, “yeah? Well ‘m glad.” 
     It’s silent for a little while longer as you finally return to Earth, happy, relaxed, and no longer sweating from the heat. 
     “Y’know, if it’s too hot tonight,” Bucky says, “you could always sleep at my place.” He suggests with a cheeky wink, “only if I can have the left side of the bed.” 
     He laughs, pulling you into his body, “you can have whatever you want, gumdrop.” 
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agentofbarnes · 4 hours ago
First I just want to say your masterlist is the stuff of dreams 🥲 I want to live forever in each of your AUs. 🥰
Can I request a trinity au idea? Maybe one of the trio (reader?) is feeling a little left out and at like a gala or party someone is flirting with them and because they’ve been in weird headspace they entertain it a little and the other two are just like oh heck no this one is ours thank you and just picks them up and carries them out
left out — stucky
warnings || angst, flirting, sad!reader, fluff
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You didn’t often felt left out, but for some reason, Bucky and Steve seemed to be playing favorites with each other. It had started when you went on mission with Natasha. You had been gone for two weeks and the boys had seemed to get in this routine of just being them.
Maybe you were just being insecure, but when you found them cuddled up in Bucky’s small bed with no room for you, you felt sadness wash over you. You guys always slept in Steve’s room, his bed was the biggest and fit you all perfectly. Why had they fallen asleep without you?
What you didn’t know was that this was purely an accident. Steve had gone in to get Bucky and they had just fallen asleep talking about what they wanted to get you for the upcoming anniversary.
Then there was shower sex they had the next morning, or how they went shopping the next couple days without you. They went on a whole date without you and you were just...depressed at this point.
Steve had been the first to notice you had been distant. It was the night before the gala and you had slept in your own room in a mess of blankets. Not that Steve knew this since you had locked your door. Bucky had asked where you were when Steve had come to bed.
“Something’s wrong,”Steve said with a frown, eyebrows pressed together.”FRIDAY said she’s asleep, but her door is locked. Did..did something happen?”
“I dunno, she hasn’t been very talkative since she got back from the mission,”Bucky sighed, worry now racking through his body.”You think FRIDAY would let us in?”
“No, I already asked.”
Neither of them barely got any sleep, and where morning finally came, you stayed locked in your room with only Natasha helping you getting ready for the gala. They didn’t see you until that night.
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You dressed in a dark blue dress with red lipstick staining your lips, the smooth fabric curved over your assets perfectly. Bucky had caught sight of you by the bar with a faint smile on your lips.
His brows scrunched together, watching you carefully while you seemed to be nursing a fruit drink given to you by the PR agent for the Avengers. He was nice looking man and he was flirting with you.
“You are by far the prettiest of all the avengers, by far, you are my favorite,”The man, Josh, had gushed over you, hand stroking your arm gently.
Bucky nudged Steve with a clenched jaw, and when Steve laid his eyes on you, he thought he might see red. Out of the three of you, Steve was by far the most possessive of you. He puffed out his chest.
“Oh fuck no,”Steve grunted, shoving his drink into Natasha’s hands who had been talking to him. He started towards you with no hesitation, Bucky follow him to make sure he didn’t start too much trouble.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I needed that,”You smiled, a blush creeping on your face.”You aren’t too bad yourself, definitely my favorite PR agent..”
“Oh, now you’re just flattering me...”
You felt Steve’s chest against your back, hands gripping your hips harshly. He knew how much you liked it, but it was more to keep you close and have you in his arms. Your breath hitched, taking in the aroma of both your boys.
“What do you think you’re doing, bunny?”Steve asked, picking you up by your waist in a very possessive manner. Bucky stared down the man in front of you, striking fear in the innocent guy who just thought you were pretty. Josh had quickly scurried away when the super soldiers had crowded you, intimidated by their blunt strength and dominance.
“I dunno, he was just being nice,”You bowed your head in shame, frowning at yourself. You had liked the attention the boys had seemed to be depriving you of, or you had depriving yourself of.”What does it matter to you?”
“What’s goin’ on with you, peaches?”Bucky asked, his demeanor changing as soon as you were out of public eyes. He softened, more touchy as he tilted you chin up. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest, his strong arm holding you close. It was the first time in a week that you had been so close to both of him.
You shrugged, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t know how to tell them about all the things you had been thinking. How you didn’t feel good enough or how they seemed so happy without you.”Just noticed how happy you guys are when I’m gone.”
Steve never spun you around so fast, his movements much faster than Bucky’s due the perfect serum. He had you caged under the wall , staring down at you with disbelief. Bucky wore the same expression. You felt overwhelmed by both of them being so close, craving the touch of your boys. You just wanted to be in their arms again.
“What would you make think that?”Bucky asked first, leaning against the wall next to where you were caged in. His hands coming to take one of yours.
“You guys have been...it’s just be you two since I got back, you slept in Bucky’s room without me the other night, you went on a date!”
“You think we’re happy without you? That we don’t miss you every second you’re away, Buck barely sleeps without you. He doesn’t sleep until he knows your safe, he’s so exhausted when you get back, he practically passes out, it was accident,”Steve tried to explain, his strength getting the better of him as his hand accidentally sunk in the drywall behind you.
“It wasn’t a date, baby,”Bucky added, eyes soft on you. It made your heart break a little,”We were getting some stuff for our anniversary.”
“You were?”You asked, feeling embarrassed at how you had gotten in your head. You held onto Steve’s arm, making him easy his grip.
“I thought...I thought you were mad at us, you lock us out, bunny, you’ve been so distant, and I’ve missed you so much. I hate not having you around, you ease me, I’m my best when I have both of you,”Steve told you, hands coming to cup your face.”We love you, we can’t survive without you.”
His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sweet kiss making you forget every insecurity you ever felt. This was what you needed, reassurance that your boys loved you.
Bucky pulled Steve away from you, tugging at your waist so he could embrace you. After a moment, he leaned away and hooked his finger under your chin to look at him.”Next time you get in that pretty head of yours, you tell me, okay? All this could have been avoided if you had just communicated. We should have realized sooner, okay? We’re all fault here, but we’ve got you now.”
You nodded, smiling at him faintly before kissing his lips too. Bucky held you close, made you feel safe and loved. They were right, you should have gone to them. Maybe then you wouldn’t have spent this week so alone.
It didn’t matter now. You knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had your boys.
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vibraniumphoenix · 5 hours ago
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until you came along. [ b.b ]
a dad!bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein bucky finally gets to meet his little one.
WARNING: bucky hinting about his past but aside from that nothing else! maybe this fic giving you baby fever idrk, time is set somewhere after the events of tfatws, and lowercase intended!
A/N: hi my baby fever is torture and im dragging you along with me. dad!bucky has been stuck in my head for so long now and i’ve been feeling guilty abt not sharing that with you. please reblog the post, it really means a lot!
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if someone was to tell bucky from a few years back he would be an expecting father, he would probably chuckle bitterly as he turned down the idea; but here he was now, rushing in the middle of the car-filled streets of new york, to finally meet his new born baby.
he cursed under his breath as the cab he was in turned into another corner that had cars barely moving, fingers drumming against the sides of his thighs as he tried to calm himself down, his right arm pulling out his phone to see multiple messages from your mother, asking where was he as you were already in active labor一 that was several hours ago.
he and sam were on a mission, taking down some mafia gang that wanted to smuggle in illegal goods in trade for stolen a truck filled with stolen vibranium; his mind replaying how he didnt want to leave the hospital and stay by your side, but you pushed him to go, not expecting that the infant would arrive later that day.
as soon as he saw the tall building of the hospital you were at, he paid the driver and got out of the car, sprinting all the way to the entrance where his father-in-law was waiting, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t come sooner一” were the words that left bucky’s mouth until he was cut off, “it’s alright, you should head up, your little one’s waiting upstairs.” your father said, patting him on the back as he motioned with his other hand to go.
weaving his way inside, he quickly found your room and composed himself, standing up straight as he caught his breath, smoothing the invisible wrinkles on his clothes before slowly opening the door, peeking his head through its crack to see your sleeping figure on the bed, your mother sitting right by your side.
“bucky!” your mother quietly greeted, standing up to give him a hug. her smile was wide as she stared at his almost organized look, his hair still in a disarray from the rush he was in moments prior. “both of your angel’s are sleeping as of the moment, you should get some rest too, son. me and f/n will go home and set everything up for the baby” she calmly said, motioning the seat that she was previously in.
a small smile formed on his lips as he nodded, wanting to actually take a seat and be with you. “thank you for looking after her, ma.” he answered, hugging the woman tightly before letting go, waving his had as she left the room.
he quietly walked over and took a seat, observing the small sleeping figure inside the clear bassinet next to your bed, tears forming up in his eyes to see such a peaceful little face. gently raising a single digit over the crib, he gently caressed the baby’s hand which held onto his finger, “hey there, little one. I’m your dad.”
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you stirred awake, body feeling extra sore still from giving birth, you were about to open your eyes when you heard bucky’s voice, “... and i was probably more scared than your momma could ever be at that moment, my little angel.” you opened your eyes a little to see bucky carrying the infant in his arms, sat down, slightly facing the window.
the warm rays of the early sun peeked through the blinds of the window, illuminating the peacefulness displayed on his face, “when your momma said that she had a suspicion you were in her belly, she was scared that i would leave ‘er, since we weren’t even into a year of dating一 little did she know that i feared what would become of us.”
your heart broke silently as you tuned into his confession to the baby, “i’m way older than your grandma and grandpa, i’m afraid that i could never see you grow up, i’m afraid that your momma would leave me for someone younger, that could be better a dad than old me.” his voice was soft, fragile almost as cradled your son.
“but i set those fears aside when i saw you sleeping in that crib of yours, lookin’ so angelic as you slept. i could have only wished to start a family before since i… i was considered to be someone so dangerous; i’ve always thought i would never find love but momma came along and proved me wrong, and now you’re here with me.” bucky continued, raising the small babe up to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“i’ve seen so much on this earth that i thought i’ve seen everything it has to offer. your dad’s cool since he got to fight such a big alien and so many bad guys before but i never really realized how much of life i missed until i saw you open your eyes and look at me. i’ve never deemed my life so… worthy until i you and momma came along.” bucky finished, bringing up his flesh hand to wipe the tear that had managed to escape, sighing softly.
you also brought a hand up, wiping the tears that you didn’t even notice away before quietly calling out your husband’s name, making him look back at you with a big surprise, quick to get on his feet and sat by your bed, his flesh hand holding onto yours as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. “how long have you been up, darling?”
you smiled tiredly, “just enough time to hear you ramble on to your son.” your tone light and teasing, making the latter chuckle in embarrassment that you had caught him being so soft, “who knew mr. bucky barnes could be such a softy.”
“for someone who just gave birth, you sure are in a teasing mood, baby.” he groaned, shaking his head at your antics. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be here for you when this little troublemaker arrived, y/n.” bucky apologized, looking at you with a small yet disappointed smile. “i knew i should have never taken up that mission.”
you squeezed his hand, shaking your head firmly. “no, james, don’t ever blame yourself for that.” you started off, “i said that you should go一 besides, you’re here now, with me and our little prince and that’s what matters.” you reassure him, bringing his hand up to your lips to place a gentle kiss on his already healing, bruised up knuckles.
bucky sighed softly, knowing better than to argue with you about that, “i know better than to argue with you about that, y/n.” he retorted softly, heart filled with love as his vision bounced from your featured to the sleeping one in his arms, gently exclaiming, “my god, i love you both so much.”
you laughed softly, warmth spreading throughout your body at the sight of the, now two, men in your life, “and we love you too, bucky. we love you too.”
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chokemewanda · 6 hours ago
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This is a timeline of my own making. Bucky’s just been fucking around America after the events of CA:WS and Steve has been working on getting him a pardon with the help of his bestie Tony
Masterlist
Warnings: swearing (?), character death, crying, dementia
Bucky may be an old man, but he never forgets his promises.
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“Evening ladies, enjoy your night.” You waved at the parting day staff tiredly, dropping your bag in the break room and returning to find the nurse with your allocations. You bumped elbows with Evan, another care assistant that was working with you that night.
You went through the usual routine of filling your pockets with gloves and all the essentials before doing your checks, peeking in on the day room to spot the residents still awake and then checked each room, making sure the ones in bed were comfortable.
“Evening Peggy.” You called, stepping into the old woman’s room. She smiled brightly, looking up from the magazine she was reading. She pushed her gray hair back from her face and you smiled, gathering her evening requirements and helping her through a change.
“You do much today?” Peggy asked as you fixed her blankets around her. She wasn’t sure which one you were but she knew the uniform symbolized that you would help her.
“Slept after last night’s shift. Watched some crap tv and slept on the couch and then came back to work.” You told her with a laugh.
“Ah, you’re my girl. I didn’t know you were working today.” You smiled gently, brushing through her hair.
Peggy fondly referred to you as her girl when she was aware. She had coined the name when you would come in to her first, helping her through as much of her confusion as possible. So when she heard you talk for a while the fog lifted and she remembered as much of you as possible.
“That’s me, Peg. You need anything before I get going?” You asked gently and she pointed at the jug of water weakly. You filled her a glass, thickening the fluid for her and offering her a spoonful. Her swallow hadn’t been the best lately so all of her fluid had to be thickened up now.
“Thank you.” She whispered when you wiped her mouth. You offered her a gentle smile, your hand smoothing her hair once more and she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
When you got to the next room you found your next resident rolled up in his blankets, fast asleep. You had to cajole him awake and into pyjamas before letting him back to sleep.
On your rounds you came back to Peggy’s room, checking her over and pausing in the doorway when you saw a shadow against the window.
“Joe, that you?” You turned the dim light on but the shadow was gone. You took a second to check behind the curtains for one of your wanderers but when he didn’t show up you left the room, leaving Peggy to sleep in peace.
Joe was in his bed when you checked his room so you pushed it from your mind and went about the rest of your shift.
The following night on one of your later checks you found someone by Peggy’s bedside, her hand in his. She was shushing him quietly, attempting to comfort him.
Peggy often got guests who didn’t have to sign in or provide identification. It was a side-effect of who she had been. You watched the pair of them for a minute and when it appeared he didn’t mean any harm you stepped into the room.
“You need anything, Peg?” You asked gently and she looked up from the hand she was clutching and shook her head, wiping away a tear.
“I’m good. You need anything James?” She asked carefully. The man shook his head without turning around and so you left them both in peace.
On your next check he was gone and Peggy was fast asleep. You checked her over, rousing her quietly to make sure she hadn’t been harmed in any way. “Don’t tell anyone. He wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Will he hurt you?” You asked quietly. She shook her head and so you gave her a soft smile. Over the years there had been countless visitors who didn’t leave a name or even come in the front door.
You didn’t mind keeping this secret for her. You were willing to offer any of your residents the same. They told you things, the knew they could trust you. Many residents over the years had admitted to something or other. Be it affairs, accidents or illegal doings.
More than one young woman had knocked a ladder out from under their step dad and it wasn’t your place to tell them it was wrong.
Seeing as you worked with cognitively impaired residents it also wasn’t a reliable truth. You just had to let it go sometimes and assure them their secret was safe.
The visitor became a regular and you often brought him coffee on your round, knowing he’d be there. Sometimes he talked to Peggy and she’d comfort him. Other times he’d just hold her hand while she slept.
“When I first saw him I thought I had died.” She told you one night while you helped her into bed. “Because he‘s supposed to be.”
You continued to comb through her hair, taking in her words but not really registering them. Sometimes there was little sense in the things dementia patients would say. There was often times where all you could do was nod your head and tell them you agreed with what they were saying.
“What do you mean, Peg?” You ask, fixing her hair out from under the collar of her nightgown and continuing to comb it just how she liked it.
“James fell from the train. I remember when Steve came back, how he’d looked. James was his last family.” She told you and your brain caught up with the conversation and you paused in brushing her hair. “I think that’s when Steve came to terms with the fact that he might not make it out alive.”
“You mean Barnes, right?” You asked and she nodded solemnly. She took your hand in hers and was about to say something when a cough from the window drew your attention.
“You ladies talkin’ ‘bout me?” You hadn’t heard him speak before but he stood by the window, arms folded. He had similarities to the man from the stories but you guessed he was probably a grandchild or something.
“Peggy has the best bed time stories. Sometimes they’re ghost stories.” You explained and Peggy laughed fondly, smacking your arm. She knew you would listen no matter what she had to say.
“Sometimes ghosts are real.” Bucky told you gruffly and you shrugged, the dots connecting in your head. This was him, this was Bucky Barnes.
“I ain’t ever seen one.” He understood your promise, how this would remain a secret between you three. You had no business sharing his story.
“Better keep your eyes open then.” You smiled at him and left the two to have their nightly chats. You stopped by later in the night with a coffee for him and he smiled at you, returning to holding Peggy’s hand.
He began to arrive in Peggy’s room just before you left it most nights and you joked that he’d give the other staff heart attacks when you weren’t there.
“James only comes by when your here. No one else knows.” Peggy told you, her eyes twinkling when James blushed red.
“Peg says your her best girl. Hard to earn that kind of trust from the founder of SHIELD. Decided you’d be worth the risk.” He shrugged and you smiled, closing the door softly behind you.
He arrived late one night, not arriving until you’d been doing one of your rounds. You found him by Peggy’s bedside and handed him his coffee before leaving, looking frazzled.
It had been a long night with a new admission who arrived without medication. It made the woman violent and hard to predict so it had been a team effort to get her into bed.
You had to rotate staff, playing up to her hallucinations. She thought Evan had been breaking in so you had taken over, agreeing that he was awful and that you’d called the cops and then she’d decided you were her husbands mistress so the nurse had swept in, banning you for your misdeeds.
It was a constant rotating game and so you were exhausted and covered in scratch marks. You’d never change your job for the world but nights like these more than tempted you.
You usually took the visitor room for your breaks, curling up on the comfortable couch in an attempt to get a moment of shut eye. Until you were joined.
“You look stressed.” He takes a seat and you narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t mean that as an insult. You look nice but stressed.”
“New admission. It’s taking a lot to calm her down.” You told him, your knees pulled up to your chest.
“I’d imagine that’s very tough.” He told you and you laughed, nodding.
“Nothing on Nazi Germany though.” You told him and he rolled his eyes, shrugging.
“Yeah well I thought I’d really look my age if I started with the ‘when I was your age’ bull.” He told you and you shrugged.
“I love hearing stories. It’s the best part of my job. What’s your favorite memory?” You asked him quietly and he took a second to consider your question.
“Brought Steve on The Cyclone out on Coney Island and he puked so much.” James laughed and you grinned.
“Back when he was just a little slip of a thing? That’s just mean.” You told him and he shrugged.
“He always wanted to prove he was the big guy. Had to take him down a notch or two.” He shrugged again and you smiled against your knees.
“When did you meet Peggy?” You ask and he smiles before thinking hard.
“I, I don’t remember it all. I just remember this red dress. God she was a sight for sore eyes that day.” He told you and you smiled. You’d seen pictures of the red dress.
“Paired with the lipstick, she was a showstopper.” You agreed.
“She had to be the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen back then.” He told you honestly. “I woulda’ been jealous had she been with anyone that wasn’t Stevie. He deserved the attention.”
“Real nice of you.” You teased, pulling your knees up to your chest. “What do you do all day?”
“I try to learn again.” He told you honestly. “Try remember who Bucky Barnes was. Someday I feel like I’ve forgotten more than Peggy.”
“Well, you are old. Holes in your memory aren’t uncommon.” You told him, suppressing your grin. “It’s called being senile.”
“If you count the time I was awake for then I’d be only a few years older than what I was when I fell from the train.” He told you and your brows furrowed.
“Awake?” You asked. “We’re you in a coma or somethin’?”
“Or something.” He told you with a shrug.
Bucky joins you on your break every night your working for the following months. On the nights you fall asleep he wakes you when you’re due to go back.
He visits Peggy every night, talking with her as long as she can stay awake for him. She fills the holes in his memory. Helps him view things how she had.
Several weeks later you got word during handover that Peggy had a bad day. Steve had come to visit and thrown her completely off her rhythm. It was normal and it happened but it hurt to see her so distressed.
You joined her at bed time and she was crying, distraught over Steve’s death all over again.
“Hey Peg.” You smiled, sitting on the side of her bed, smoothing her hair. She was sniffling, wiping her face.
“Sorry you had to see me like this. I lost someone important today.” She told you solemnly and you nodded.
“Steve was quite a guy, huh?” You asked and she shook her head.
“No, Steve got back okay. We lost Sergeant Barnes and Steve is so lost without him.” She told you, a fresh wave of tears taking over. Steve must have told her Bucky was dead, not knowing that she knew better.
“Awh Peg, don’t be silly. ‘m right here.” Peggy’s face lit up, her eyes locking on Bucky as he came through the window. You smiled happily, glad he made his entrance on perfect time.
“James!” She cried in relief and Bucky joined you by her bedside, wrapping her in a hug. “Your hair!”
“Not up to regulation. I know but the dames love the length.” Peggy laughed, delighted at his scandalous words. “Gives ‘em something to hold onto.”
“Now Sergeant Barnes. Myself and Peggy are ladies.” You reminded him with a wink and he laughed before nodding.
“I’m sorry. Pretty ladies make me nervous.” He told you and you rolled your eyes. “Makes me run my mouth a little.”
“Peggy is so very gorgeous.” You agreed and she smiled.
“I don’t think he’s talking about me, dear.” She told you gently, patting your hand.
That night when he joined you for a break he had his ever present gloves off. The metallic one shone in the light.
He told you everything that night. How he had been on the run, how he couldn’t go home because he doesn’t know where that is.
The next morning when your shift ends you find him waiting outside, leaning against a motorbike.
“Where’d you get that?” You ask, joining him on the back without question.
“Borrowed it.” He told you, his shoulders shrugging. You wrapped your arms around his middle and he started up the bike.
“You’ll never get your pardon with moves like this.” You called in his ear. You could feel his laugh through his chest and you smiled against the shoulder of his leather jacket.
When he pulled up outside your apartment block after following your directions you climbed off the bike, letting him help you.
“You wanna come up?” You asked and he nodded, almost shy. “I’m not sure how good of company I’ll be. I’ll crash soon because I’ve another shift tonight.”
You tell him more about yourself as you make breakfast. You tell him about your family, about growing up. You tell him how you ended up being a cared, how you love your residents just like family.
“We aren’t supposed to, you know? Supposed to maintain a professional relationship.” You tell him, stirring the eggs on the pan. “I can’t ever help myself. They’re all so lost and they just want to go home. I try make it home.”
“She loves you, ya know?” He asked and you looked up. “Peggy. She talks about you like you hung the mood and the stars.”
“She’s a hero. She doesn’t remember it sometimes but I always do. She did more for us than we could ever do for her.” You shrug. “She’s like a grandma to me.”
Bucky winced and you laughed, knowing it was because he was the same age as her. “That’s right, grandpa.”
“You know back in the forties I had a couple of Dames call me daddy. But this has gotta be the first time someone called me grandpa.” He teased and your cheeks flushed at his crass words.
“Now James Buchanan, I’m a lady and you’ll treat me as such.” You warned, dishing up his eggs.
“Oh I treated plenty of ladies back in my day. I’d have treated you just like them.” He promised, his flesh hand over his heart.
“How’d you treat ‘em?” You asked, curious for the glimpse at who he was.
“Bring them flowers. Whatever I could pick on the way over. Then I’d dance with them all night long. Until the band stopped playing. Then I’d walk them home, pull them into an alley and get under their skirts.” He teased and you laughed.
“I thought sex before marriage was a sin?” You asked and he nodded.
“Oh yes. I never want all the way with them. Well except that one nurse out in Italy but that don’t count. We both thought we were gonna die out there.” He told you, lost in the memory.
“You said you got under their skirt.” You reminded him and he grinned wickedly.
“Yeah, to get my mouth on them. Always showed the ladies a good time.” He promised and you swallowed roughly. “None of ‘em ever returned the favor though.”
“So you went down on all those ladies and none of them ever gave you anything back?” You asked and he nodded.
“Not so much as a helping hand. Didn’t want to soul their dresses.” He told you.
“That’s not very lady like.” You told him. “Tit for tat, that’s what I always say.”
“Is that so, Doll?” He asked, pushing his stool back. “You willing to put your money where your mouth is?”
“Not my money. But there are certainly other things I’d like where my mouth is.”
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When you woke you were alone. You expected to be, Bucky had told you as much. You were deliciously sore and you stretched languidly before sliding out of the bed.
You showered before work, getting dressed and heading outside to your Uber. You were looking forward to seeing your super soldier again.
He joined you that night on his break, taking the seat next to you and pulling you into his lap. He held you in silence for several moments before whispering against your hair.
“I’m gonna go back to New York. Hand myself in to Steve and Tony.” He tells you quietly and you nod slowly. “Only way I can ever have a normal life.”
“So I won’t see you?” You ask quietly and he holds you tighter.
“I’m hoping I’ll be gone for a year at most.” You we’re about to reply when your pager goes off, alerting you both to Peggy’s room.
By the time you get to Peggy she’s at the end. She’s smiling, a picture of her family clutched in her hand. She traces her finger over her fallen husband and she’d a tear.
“Time you got something to hold onto Bucky.” Peggy died with both of you by her side, clutching your hands.
“He’s going to need you now more than ever.” You tell Bucky. “But don’t forget to come back.”
A year passed and then six more months. You get random phone calls at all hours from Bucky where he tells you about trial after trial he has to stand. He tells you about the emotional rollercoaster of Tony finding out about his parents.
Tony had stopped visiting Bucky then but Steve had continued. He tried to excuse what Bucky had done but stopped when Bucky warned him how it took away Tony’s right to be mad.
His parents had been killed. He was allowed to be upset over it. Tony was smart, he’d come to his own conclusion no matter what.
You missed the breaking news about Sergeant James Barnes being pardoned for his crimes as The Winter Soldier. You kissed the headlines about how he had lived, how he was better.
You missed everything right up until you went for your break and found two coffees waiting for you and your super soldier on the sofa.
“Fancy seeing you here.” He joked as you barreled into his arms.
“Not that surprising. Care homes are where you usually find men over one hundred.” You tell him, wiping your tears away. “Especially senile ones with faulty memories.”
“Promised you I’d come back.”
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agentofbarnes · 7 hours ago
Imagine the reader with a tight dress while she is like 3-4 months pregnant with Becca and she has a small bump which is very visible and she and Bucky go to a parent meeting at school for their baby boy and all the parents are like *is she pregnant again* or just smth featuring the reader with her small bump would be soo cute
small bump — the barnes’
OH MY GOD YES
warnings || fluff overload, bucky being obsessed for his wife, also just absolutely doting, men being gross, moms being mean, grant being absolutely precious
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Bucky Barnes had only a few weakness and you with your small baby bump growing his child was a big one. This man was practically on his knees for you, especially in the little dress you had decided to wear to the little event of Grant’s preschool.
He was obsessed with your bump, absolutely adored how you looked with the soft fabric of your dress stretching over your stomach.
“Oh my god, isn’t she just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”Greg, one of the dads of Grant’s friend, said to some of the other dads.
The wives rolled their eyes before you turned your body towards them. They gasp and immediately started whispering to each other.
“Is she pregnant?”
“How does she look so good? That’s so not fair.”
“She is literally glowing.”
“Look how her husband worships the ground she walks on, what a lucky woman,”One of the women sighed out.
“I don’t know why you are so surprised she’s pregnant, I swear those two can’t keep their hands off each other, it’s inappropriate, she always seem like a little slut to me, I’m surprised she isn’t always pregnant,”Greg’s wife, Amelia, shared.
Greg rolled his eyes,”With a wife like that, can you blame him?”He sneered back her.
“If my wife looked that good pregnant, I would have her knocked up all the time.,”One of the men grumbled, and the jealous towards Bucky could be felt all the way across the room.
You were completely oblivious, searching for your little baby boy in the crowd of toddlers. Bucky’s large hand was splayed out over your small bump, not able to keep himself from touching you when you looked so damn adorable.
“Mommy!”Grant’s little voice rang out excitedly, his small feet padding towards you with open arms. Bucky picked him up for you, holding you both close while Grant hugged on the both of you.
“Hi, baby boy, did you have a good day,”You cooed, cupping his squishy face and peppering kisses all over his face. He giggled so happily, trying to cup your face back.
Bucky was swooning at the sight of you with Grant and your little swollen belly. If heart eyes were a thing, Bucky had them for you.
“I did! Harry and I played!”Grant told you,”I was like daddy and cap and we saved the world!”
“How adorable, why don’t we got get some snacks while daddy finds us some seats for the little appreciation show your friends are putting on. You do what to stay and watch, baby?”
“Pwease!”
“Of course, bud,”Bucky grinned, kissing both your heads.”You sure you can hold him? How’s your back today, your feet aren’t hurting are they?”
“Tell daddy to calm down,”You say to Grant and he told him with a giggle,”I’m fine, Buck, I got him.”
You took Grant into your arms, the boy clinging to your body happily. You tucked his head into your neck, kissing his hair.
“I just worry, baby doll,”Bucky admitted, kissing your lips sweetly.”Let me find us some seats, I know you’re both feeling hungry, go.”
You smiled, talking to Grant as you walked towards the snack table. Bucky can’t help but admire how precious you look waddling with your son in your arms. He was such a lucky man.
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buckys-blue-eyes · 15 hours ago
How about a short drabble about Bucky watching a horror movie with you? How would he react to them? What would he do when you curled into his side after it spooked you?
djfhdfdhf bye sorry this is probably awful :))
Morgan's Graduation Sleepover!!
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“I don’t understand why you’re so scared, doll.” Bucky smirks down at your huddled self, hiding under a layer of blankets with your knees drawn to your chest.
“I told you to never call me that again.”
“Hey, it was your idea to watch this… Annabelle? Is that what it’s called? I just don’t understand how you’re afraid. Back in my day, we had good horror movies. Bela Lugosi as Dracula gave Steve nightmares for a week.”
“Really?” You chuckle, before covering your eyes with the blanket as the porcelain face appears on the screen again.
“Yeah. He kept a cross under his pillow.”
You peek through the blanket with one eye, catching his sarcastic smirk before nudging him with your foot. “You’re such a liar.”
He laughs, placing his flesh arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close. “It’s kind of cute when you get scared, doll.”
“Bucky, I swear to God, call me that one more time and you’re dead.”
“You think you can take me?”
You pull the blanket down, extending your arm before flexing into a curl. “See these guns? I can take you any day, old man.”
Suddenly, he’s reaching for the remote, putting the movie on pause before grabbing you and slinging you over his lap, a pair of legs on each side, straddling his muscular thighs.
“Don’t call me old man.”
He grips the back of your neck with his metal arm, pulling you into his lips and kissing away any fear the movie had instilled.
“Then don’t call me doll.”
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buckysbiota · a day ago
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to celebrate my finals finally being over (wow, weird sentence!) i will be opening my requests for a little bit!! 💗🪴 so send in anything (please include character i write for!) and i'll try my best to write some stuff!! (It might take a few days, i still have some uni stuff to do!)
no smut though!! lmao tried it once and i almost died no cap 😌
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uprootbasic · a day ago
Bucky x pregnant little reader 🤍 she goes into labor and has a home birth🤍 a lot of fluff
absolutely smitten
pairing: daddy!Bucky x little!Reader
warnings: fluff! mentions of childbirth!
a/n: thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!
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you were in a world of pain.
you knew that the baby could be coming any day now, and you were prepared. you had the tub ready, your midwife on speed dial, as well as the nursery that had been prepared by Bucky last week.
everything was done, and ready, but you weren't. when you'd woken up that morning to intense pains shooting across your stomach, you were scared. you'd tapped a snoring Bucky on the forehead, and called his name.
"dada." you said, and he immediately opened his eyes. you explained what was happening, and Bucky calmed you down, saying nothing was wrong with the baby, you were just going into labor. the next few hours were a rush, getting the medical team to your floor of the compound, and keeping you calm through contractions.
eventually, it came time to push, and Bucky helped you sit in the bath with your back pressed to his chest. he held your hands in his as he encouraged you to push as hard as you can, while breathing with you in between contractions. eventually, you were told that the midwife could see the baby's head, and you pushed even harder, Bucky cheering you on from behind you.
a cry pierced the air, and you were then met with overwhelming love as your baby was laid on your chest for the first time. your little brain and your big brain fought for dominance, and you ended up somewhere in the middle. you turned as best as you could, and showed her off to Bucky proudly.
"look dada, it's Becca," you whispered, disregarding the tears pouring down your face. Bucky was crying too, his eyes locked on his daughter. he brought his metal hand up and placed it on your cheek, pulling your head against his.
"yeah, baby it is." he whispered, kissing your tear soaked skin. "it's Becca. you did such a good job, baby girl. I'm so fucking proud of you baby. so proud." he praised, and you blushed, your hands cradling Becca closer to your body as she settled down.
she gazed up at you, and you looked at her in awe. "I bet that hurt," you said, looking at her. "you're okay now." you said, and Becca just continued to gaze. "here, I kiss it better." you said, and planted a kiss on one of her little cheeks. "there, no more pain." you said, settling back against Bucky, who unbeknownst to you, was sobbing seeing the interaction between his baby girls.
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buckymylove · a day ago
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the mission | b.b
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summary: after a dreadful mission, bucky gives you the closure you need in the shape of a usb stick.
warnings: angst, reader possibly killed someone (no spoilers).
word count: 1.4k.
authors note: this is one of my favourite things i have ever written, i hope you enjoy it to.
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The intel was loading up on the screen in front of you, going too slow for your liking. It was now over halfway, sixty percent. Your fingers traced over the USB stick, ready to take it out and leave as soon as it hit one-hundred percent.
You heard footsteps approaching your way, fast ones. Hoping it was one of your teammates meant nothing, the random hydra agent turned the corner and into the room you were residing in.  
Getting out of the squeaky chair, the fighting began, hitting and blocking your way around the horrid man.
ninety percent, the intel was almost finished loading, all you had to do was occupy him until then. And that’s what you did. A few bruises on your ribs, and blood on your fists later, the intel had finally completed loading, one-hundred percent.
Not knowing how to finish the fight, and the adrenaline getting to your head was enough for your next moves. Grabbing the gun from his holster, pulling the trigger quickly, aiming anywhere but you.
The man fell to the ground, guard down, giving you your chance. Running from him and to the computer, quickly pulling out the USB stick.  
A cough was heard from behind you, diverting your attention from the exit to the man on the floor who was currently bleeding out. You make eye contact with the man, hearing him mutter for help under his breath, your breathing started to raise as you exit the room, walking backwards.
Just as you leave the room, you hear one word ‘monster’, not knowing if it is in your head or from the supposedly dying man you continue your way.
Everyone was back on the quinjet safely, with no life-threatening injuries.
You're sitting in the far back corner away from the eyes of your teammates, your mind too worried about the man you had left behind to see their worried glances.
Arriving back at the compound, you walked straight in and straight to your room to clean up. Missing the also worried glances from your friend, Bucky as he stood in the far back corner, waiting for you.  
A few hours later, after a shower and few episodes of your favourite show, it was midnight. You looked back at the empty bottle on your nightstand, desperate to be filled with water. You stood up from your bed, grabbed your water bottle, making your exit.  
The building was eerily quiet as you make your way down the corridor. A few minutes later the bottle was filled with water, the cap on. You turn away from the sink to go back to your room and sulk in your guilt when you bumped into a body that was standing a few paces away from you.
“You scared me,” you say looking into the dark eyes of Buckys. Catching your breath and slowing your heart rate down, you looked down to double-check the security of the bottle.
“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” He turns around and makes his way to the bar stools in the middle of the kitchen, sitting down Bucky continues “I just needed to make sure you were okay”
“Why wouldn't I be?” Making your way over to the seat next to Bucky, you set your drink down and sit, not looking him in the eye.  
“You seem different after the mission. Did something happen?” Care and confusion etched their way onto Bucky’s face.  
Taking a deep breath, not ready to say what happened but needing to you tell him everything.
The intel loading, the footsteps, the fight, the trigger, the exit, not knowing the true outcome of your actions. After every detail was out in the open to the person you trust the most, you put your face in your hands, your elbows resting on the counter. “Am I a monster?”
“Absolutely not. You are the purest hearted person I know to exist,” Grabbing your hands in his, taking them away from your face “And I say that with complete honesty” Looking into your eyes, squeezing your hands and slowly nodding his head to prove his point. You nod your head back, removing your hands from his, wiping your eyes.
“I'm probably just being too emotional,” You say, letting out a little chuckle.
“Any sane person would react the way you are right now” Bucky stands, bringing you into a hug, your head on his chest he whispers one last thing “I’m here for you, whenever you need to talk”
Your sleep had not been kind to you, bringing you a nightmare filled with that man and one word, monster. You had woken with a startle, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. 
It was already 6 am when you woke up, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get back asleep so you got dressed and ready for the day. 2 hours later and the team began to rise from their slumber, along with Bucky.  
The team was still suspicious of what caused your persona of sweet and bubbly to change into cold, quiet and stoic. None of them tried to pry, not that they didn’t care, they did, but they knew when you were ready to talk to one of them you would.  
You hadn’t seen Bucky much today, maybe he was avoiding, maybe he didn’t want to hear about your troubles, the thoughts filled your mind until you heard a knock at your bedroom door.
It was Friday which meant movie night, perhaps it was somebody telling you that it was the time already.
You opened the door to see Bucky with a slight smile on his face.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t around today. I was busy” Bucky almost looked guilty; he wasn’t looking at you much either.
“Ugh, y-yeah I didn’t mind, if you're busy you're busy. Nothing you can do about it,” You look down started to feel the tension fill around the two of you “Wanna come in?” You opened the door slightly hoping he would say yes.
“I think I should go back to my room,” The disappointment etched its way onto your face.
“Not that I don’t want to, I do. I just think you should be alone while you watch this” Bucky took a black USB stick from his back pocket and passed it to you.
“What’s this?” You hold the USB stick, focusing on it to see anything unordinary. 
“It's the recording of what happened on the mission,” You looked up surprised by the outcome “I thought it would be good to get some closure” Bucky held his breath for a second, scared in case he crossed the line.
A small smile made its way onto your face, you moved forward and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, leading him to wrap his around your waist.
“Thank you, Bucky,” You removed your arms from him and leave your hands on his shoulders, one of them still holding the USB stick.
“This was what you were doing while you were gone?” Bucky replied with a small nod of his head.
Letting your hands fall from him completely and him doing the same with his, you said “I should watch this” You looked down to the USB stick and then sightly to your bed indicating the conversation was over.
“I’ll leave you in peace,” Bucky says while walking back, after watching his retreating figure go into his bedroom from across the hall you go into your own.  
You sit down on the bed, your laptop in front of you., inserting the USB stick was a piece of cake, starting to watch the recording, however, was not.
A metal hand caught your fist before you could do any damage, looking into his eyes filled with concern, your breathing got heavier.
His metal hand brought yours down, holding it gently to your side. His other hand made its way to your cheek. Staring deep into each other's eyes, he kept muttering things like ‘breath’ I've got you’ ‘it’s going to be okay. In your panic, you nodded fast believing him.  
You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to be held. Your breathing slowed as he wrapped his flesh arm around you, the other playing with your hair, ultimately relaxing you.
“I killed him” Your words came out in barely a whisper, Bucky heard you anyway due to your proximity.  
“I know, baby, it’s going to be okay” He whispered back, kissing the top of your head.
With Bucky’s help, you managed to see the light, helping you along the way whenever you needed it. But what helped the most was lying in bed at night with Bucky, talking about your future that you would spend in his arms.
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winterrskywalker · a day ago
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Bucky vs bluetooth earphones – Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
N/A: this sucks i don’t even know why i’m posting this … i mean, i’m sorry
MINI SERIES SUMMARY: in which reader helps Bucky adjust to the new reality after joining the Avengers team.
SUMMARY: Bucky discovers what Airpods are.
WARNINGS: /
WORD COUNT: 333
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READ ME! english is not my first language, sorry for any possible error. please be kind!
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“Why is she dancing when there’s no music playing?” Steve and Bucky were looking at you, dancing around the kitchen, trying the new pair of Airpods Tony bought you for Christmas.
“Airpods.” Sam casually walked by, entered the kitchen to take some juice and then left again to come back to the gym.
“What?” Bucky was even more confused, trying to figure out what Sam was talking about. “Oh right, those earphones Tony bought to y/n. They are without wire.” Steve remembered and gave Bucky a pat on the shoulder.
Bucky got closer to you, curiously. You jumped when you turned around and almost hit his chest with your head. “Shit, James.” You took off your earphones and checked if your heart was still there. “Hi doll, what are you doing?” He smiled, asking casually. His eyes glued on the two earphones in your hand.
“Listening to music.” You said, showing them to Bucky. “But how? I thought only Tony’s earpieces we use for missions could work without wire.”
“Welcome to the world of common men, Bucky.” You laughed, then you helped him wearing them and took your phone out, looking for a song to play.
His eyes were glued on your figure, waiting patiently. “Here it is!” You cheered and got the song playing for him.
“Woah! It’s amazing!” You smiled while looking at him, vibing with the song. “I know! You can move comfortably without the wires!” You nodded and laughed when he shyly invited you to move your hips with him, even though you couldn’t hear the song.
“Y/n! Take your Airpods back, Barnes won’t stop using them!” Tony’s voice startled you, then you and Natasha laughed at his frustration. “Nope! I don’t think I will.” You chuckled and soon Bucky entered the kitchen, busy listening to something while taking a bag of chips from a dresser.
Maybe one day you will take them back, but not today. You wouldn’t dare take away from him a piece of lightheartedness.
✿.。.:*TAGLIST*.:。.✿
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
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maniacs
summary || bucky and his wife are apparently sex maniacs, or at least that’s what they’re kids think
alternative universe || the barnes’ au
warnings || smut, minors DNI, degradation, teasing, daddy kink, car sex, unprotected sex
note || dedicated to my love @gwenavibra of course cause we’re hoes of a feather
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You were in a mood. It had been weeks since the last time you and Bucky had been intimate. It wasn’t that you were growing apart but that life had been incredibly busy. Sam and Bucky had been on a mission for about two weeks. The week he had gotten back you had to help with the school’s fall festival to worry about.
With Grant being the class president and Rebecca being the star of the drama department, you had become quite the PTA mom. You had put so much work into the event, along with Sam’s wife, Lelia. Their daughter was sixteen, just a year older than Rebecca.
The night the festival arrived, Bucky had met you there at 6pm when it started. Becca and Grant hugged him tightly, kissing his cheeks before showing him around the festival.
“It’s good to have them back, isn’t it?”Lelia chuckled, watching how Sam and Samantha interacted at one of the game booths.
“I haven’t gotten any time with him, actually,”You sighed, watching as Bucky socialized with the suburban dads who seemed to glare at him when they realized he was your husband. It was no secret that you were hit with all the dads being an original avenger seemed to win all the points. It made them forget tug were a mutant.
“So, tonight’s the night, go get ‘em, the festival is done now enjoy it with your man,”She pushed your shoulder, making you roll your eyes.
She was right. You had come with a plan. Bucky hadn’t seen you yet, but when he laid his eyes on you he already knew the game you were playing.
You wore his favorite mini sundress, the one with the little skirt and tiny straps. It was red with little specks of white dogs covering it. You were sinful and precious in one perfect package.
Bucky bit down on his lip, not even saying goodbye in the conversation he was currently having. No, he had to have his hands on you.
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck when he captured your body against his. His large hands circle your hips, beginning to inch his lips towards yours.
“Dear God, baby doll, you are trying to kill me, you’re gonna give me a heart attack wearing shit like this, fuck,”He whispered, making you blush creep on your warm skin.
Just as he’s about to mold his lips against yours, he felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him away.
“No,”Grant interrupted them with a frown,”Not here, dad. Can you keep your lovey dovey stuff for home? My friends are here, they already think mom is hot—“
“They do?”Bucky raised a brow, frowning at the idea of anyone sexualizing you.
“Not the point,”Grant complained, sighing out.”I don’t need my friends and teachers knowing my dad is a sex maniac.”
You snorted at that, hiding your face in his shoulder to muffle the laughter. It was just too funny. You wished you could take a picture of a moment because your husband’s face when he said that was just pure baffled.
“I am not a maniac,”Bucky said very slowly, narrowing his eyes at you,”If anyone is a maniac—“
“It’s you,”Grant answered, shaking his head,”Mom wouldn’t do anything like that. You are a bad influence.”
Okay, now you couldn’t hold together your fit of giggles,”Okay, you’re killing me, Gray, I’ll keep him in check, okay?”
“Where’s your sister?”Bucky asked curiously, noticing she had run off.
“I dunno, probably with Tommy again, you know he moved back? I heard he—“Grant stopped himself, glancing at Bucky.”Never mind.”
“Wait what?”
And then Grant was off.
“Don’t worry about it,”You patted his shoulder, looking up at Bucky with a little smirk.”I missed you.”
“Behave,”He warned, towering over you which only made you want him to make you behave.
“How can I behave when I have felt full in weeks?”You murmured, making Bucky grunt under his breath.
“You are so not playing fair, our children think I’m a horny teenager, and they think you are an angel that in corrupting. This has got to stop, baby doll,”Bucky breathed out, making you pout when he released you.
“But I want you to corrupt me,”You whispered, but before you can say anything else, someone had approached you both.
“The Barnes’, right?”
“That would be us,”You smiled innocently as if you weren’t just begging for your husband’s cock.
“Oh, Grant and Becca are godsends, your son is so precious, I’ve never met a more emotionally mature teenager in my life,”The woman told you, and you didn’t make any comment about how he was empath. Of course he had more emotional intelligence than anyone else, he could feel it all.
“We try,”You chuckled, leaning your back against Bucky’s chest. You pressed your hips just slightly against him, making him clear his throat.
“James, why don’t you join us and the other dads by the games, the boys have been dying to see the super soldier in action,”The man, Greg, suggested,”Think you can hit those small targets.”
Bucky laughed,”Oh, I think my military experience might finally come in handy,”He joked, kissing your cheek before joining the other fathers reluctantly.
You socialized for a little bit, joking with other parents and making sure your kids were having a good time. But soon, enough was enough.
You wanted your husband, and you knew the night was drawing to a close soon.
“Hey, Mom,”Grant breathed out, jogging up to you,”Is it okay if I stay with Harry tonight? I figured Becks is staying with Sammy tonight anyway, you can pick me up when you pick her up tomorrow, Harry doesn’t live too far away—“
“Yes!”You grinned, making Grant tilt his head slightly.”Sorry, I’m just exhausted, Gray. Yes, you can stay and just, take my car for the night, okay? I’ll drive back with your dad, but you are in charge of getting your sister in the morning.”
“Got it, thank you, mom,”Grant kissed your cheek, going to say goodbye Bucky next.
With the kids out of the house, you knew you could acted up all you wanted. A small smirk graced your lips, finding your way to the bathroom to slip off your soaking panties. You couldn’t help the ruined fabric, seeing Bucky show off his strength and skills to the other dads was so hot. You were just dripping for him.
You approached the men, slipping into Bucky’s arms with ease. You just barely pulled him to the side, grabbing him by the shirt to anchor him down to your height. You slide the wet fabric into his hands and it immediately made his mind goes blank.
You just barely graze your lips over his lobe, gently nipping at him before uttering those magic words,”I want you, daddy.”
“Holy fuck,”Bucky grunted, quickly shoving your panties in his pocket with a very dark gaze and pulling you away from the public eye. He had started you towards the parking lot.”You’re being a little brat today, you that needy, baby doll?”
“Yes,” You gasped out, wetness looking between your thighs when his voice dropped an octave.
His lips were on you, kissing the air from your lungs while lust consumed you. Bucky had a way of consuming you, his emotions and warm flooding through you. It only made you want him more. You craved how your auras mixed together. You needed it.
“You’ve got everyone thinking I’m the needy one, that I’m insatiable, but they don’t know much of whore you are for me, how addicted you are for my cock. Would ride me every morning if you could, isn’t that right?”
You whined just as Bucky caged you in to the metal of his car. The metal was cold against your open back, making you shiver.”Can’t help it, you’ve been gone so long...”
“Such a fucking tease, this tiny little dress and that innocent smile, you want me to fuck right here, hm? In the back of my new car?”
You had noticed the sleep Chevrolet Suburban Bucky had brought this time, a gift from the government for his service on one of his latest mission. You personally loved the car, enjoying the big space and the tinted windows.
“I’ll do anything if it means you’ll fuck me, James,”You paw at his shirt, smirking down at you. “Come on, daddy, you know you wanna...”
Bucky gave in easily, opening the backseat door to lay the seats all completely down into a flat surface.. He pushed in the back. With the seats all down, you had plenty of the room to get on your hands and knees. He slammed the door shut, locking the car before he dipped his hands between your thighs.
“Fuck, baby doll, you are absolutely soaking,”Bucky groaned out,”You know how fucking hot you are, how all the dads thirst over you. They glare at me, knowing I’m the only one who gets this sweet cunt.”
You pushed your ass against his hand, whimpering at the feeling of his cold digits hooking inside of you.
“Give it to me, Buck, please,”You gasped out, fingers clawing at the seats under you. His hands bunched your dress up, scrunching it over your back to reveal your perky ass.
“Such a pretty pussy, all ready for daddy to destroy, did she miss me? Three weeks and you just can’t contain yourself.”
“Stuff me full of your cock,”You arched your back, wiggling your ass while Bucky unzipped his jeans. You felt his thick cock against your ass, pre-cum dripping onto your smooth skin. He thirsted his cock between your cheeks before licking his lips.
“Shush, baby doll, I’ve got you,”He held your hips still, slowly pushing his large cock into the tight heat. Your walls squeezed around him snuggly, gripping him like your life depended on it.”Such a little brat, all you needed was my cock, huh? Fuck, pretty girl, you’re so fucking tight, so good to me.”
He’s so big, stretching your little cunt around his girth in the most obscene way. Bucky started out slowly, drinking up the whimpers that emitted from your throat.
“Fuck, James,”You moaned, pushing your ass back against him. Bucky can’t help but groan at the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock.
“So fucking needy, just gotta have my cock stretching this tiny pussy, she craves to be full, doesn’t she? Fuck, I’m going ruin you tonight, ‘m fuck you till you can’t think, how does that sound. You wanna be my dumb baby? Want me to fuck you stupid?”
His metal hand curved around your body, two vibranium fingers rubbing against your neglected cloth which throbbed under his touch.
Bucky grunted, fucking into you fast and hard. The car rocked with his strength, and he hoped no one noticed how he was giving you the fuck of your life. He didn’t need anyone to see how needy his wife was for his cock. That was for him and him only.
He heaved air out when your body trembled under him. Shockwaves rolled through you, your voice cracking when you screamed his name. Bucky whimpered out your name, spilling his hot, thick seed into your pulsing cunt. He had a tight grip on your hips as his hips sputtered. He threw his head back, pulling out and digging the panties out of his pocket.
Bucky helped you slip back into them, not wanting you to leak on the seat when you climbed up into the passenger seat.
“I needed that,”You whispered, reaching over the middle console to kiss Bucky gently. You felt so at home with his warm aura surrounding you, claiming you in a way that only you could feel.
“This night is far from over, baby doll, daddy’s just beginning.”
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
Okay but I would love to see about milf!reader going to Grant’s school for a teacher conference or to pick him up and all the dads just drooling and seeing the other moms be jealous and I can imagine the teacher being awestruck when having the meet with her !
starstruck — the barnes’
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You are the star of all events because you are the celebrity, one of the Avengers. You had been in New York in the very beginning and also, you were the definition of a milf now.
It started in middle school with Grant, the dads had begun to notice you more. The talked about how you dressed and doyen shared their opinions about how you looked in the iconic suit you had worn during your time as an Avenger.
Now, you were all short skirts and flowing dresses. Somehow, this only mad eut worse.
The single dad were always flirting with you, anything to get in between those smooth thighs you liked to show off.
The one time Bucky heard them talking about your thighs, he left hickies and beard burn on them. That would show them who you belonged to.
No. It didn’t.
It was always something new, they always found something to comment on.
“You see her ass in that skirt, what a slut, stop staring at her, Greg!”One of the moms scolded her husband.
You rolled your eyes, squealing when you see Grant in his baseball uniform. He was twelve and the most adorable thing ever.
Bucky chuckled at you,”Calm down, baby doll, he’s adorable, but don’t embarrass him.”
Everyone around you watched when you bent down in your dress, fixing his baseball cap and helping pulling his socks up so they didn’t bunch up in his cleats.
Bucky got just a little glimpse of the pretty lace panties you wore, but he realize if he could see them, all the men could too.
He swore he heard one of them make a comment about how tight your ass looked.
Bucky bent down behind you to cover your ass, his hand smoothing your skirt over.
You blushed at his touch, thanking him.
“Gray, you look so cute in your little uniform,”You cooed, kissing his face.
“Moooom,”He complained, rolling his eyes.
“She can’t help it, bud,”Bucky chuckled.
When the baseball game finally starts, you bouncing in the bleachers without a care in the world. Rebecca was playing with Samantha while Sam watched the game from the lower bleachers with his wife.
You have no idea how adorable and sexy you look yelling at the referee.
Bucky realized how the states you were getting were from your loud voice but for your short skirt and low cut cleavage. You were bouncing with excitement
He was starting to feel a little possessive, urging you come sit in his lap for the rest of the game.
When Grant scored, you screamed at the top of your lungs as both you and Bucky lifted you up before sharing a soft kiss.
That’s what had all the dads crumbling. Bucky would never let anyone forget that you were Mrs. Barnes and you belonged to him.
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bucksfucks · a day ago
i wonder how librarian!bucky would react to you riding his thigh after the library closes? 🤨
⟶ after hours ; bucky barnes
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WARNINGS || semi-public sex, teasing, thigh riding, mocking & degradation, pet names [dove & pretty girl], talk of blowjob, dry humping — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || i think it would go something like this <<3
“You don’t have to stay, you know that, dove,” Bucky chuckles as he rounds the desk to stand in front of you.
He’s wearing combat boots, thick and heavy that leave skid marks on the floors along with his leather jacket and dog tags hanging against his chest.
“I know,” you shrug, “but I like watching you work. You’re cute.”
He chuckles again, shaking his head, “cute? What’re you playin’ at, hmm?”
You feign innocence, fluttering your eyes as you give him a peck on his cheek, “I’ll be reading my book.”
Bucky doesn’t take his time closing, rushing through it as you can hear the squeaky cart wheels as you’re reappearing in front of his desk.
“M’almost done, dove.” He says, not turning around to face you as you lean your elbows on his desk and hum in response.
He sighs, dropping himself down in his chair and he types away at the keyboard for a second before chewing on his lip.
It sparks something inside of you, an idea brewing.
Walking around the desk, you pull him back from his desk by the end of his chair.
He laughs, “I know I know, I’m tryin’—“
You cut him off with a kiss, holding him by his face, stubble against your palms and he leans into your kiss.
“Now what’s this about?” He smirks, hands on your hips and nose brushing yours.
“I wanted to try something.”
It grabs his attention, eyebrows perking up as he leans back.
He’s expecting a blowjob, you think.
And you don’t blame him, it’s happened countless times. Whether it’s after his shift, on lunch, once while he was on the clock.
Maybe it’s a guilty pleasure. But that’s not what’s happening today.
His legs are spread enough for you to slide on his thigh, his left one as he welcomes it.
It’s new, but excited. And you can see the excitement.
“What’re you doin’?” He whispers, softly and a little lost. It’s almost pure as your heart warms, “wanted to try riding your thigh.”
You don’t sugar coat it, Bucky’s hands tightening their grip on your hips.
“Oh,” he groans, sucking in a breath as you rock your hips to show him.
“This is-this is good,” he swallows thickly, watching you grind against the muscle of his thigh.
You let a soft moan slip, “does it feel good?” Bucky whispers, unsure if what he’s doing is good.
“So good, Buck,” you whimper, hands on his broad shoulders as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his rough jeans against your core.
“You look so pretty ridin’ my thigh, dove,” he purrs, finding his confidence again, “gonna cum, jus’ from this?”
He taunts and you take it, nodding your head.
“Gonna make a mess in those cute panties for me?” He growls, helping your grind over his thigh and you’re no longer in charge.
“Yeah, humpin’ my leg jus’ feels too good, pretty girl?” He cooes mockingly in your ear, lips on your neck seconds later as you let out a long, whimpering whine.
“Wanna feel you cum, dove. Cum all over my thigh,” he growls before you’re lurching forward and into his chest.
It’s a different, but much stronger orgasm as Bucky has to clamp his metal hand over your mouth just in case anyone were to hear you.
Thankfully no one does, your breathing returning to normal as a shudder runs down your spine with the soft aftershocks.
“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing,” Bucky beams, eyes wide and wild as he licks his lips.
“Now let’s get home so I can fuck you.”
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
Wait going off of what gwen said about grant’s friends thinking his mom is hot. Can we talk about him having his friends over to play video games or something and bucky hears grant’s friends talking about how hot mama is while grant out of the room and he just laughs because he KNOWS
milf — the barnes’
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Bucky Barnes knew he had scored the whole package. You were an amazing mother, a badass mutant, and a complete babe. He was so lucky to have you. He should have expected that when Grant got older that his friend would have crushes on you. He just hadn’t expected it to have so soon.
But Grant had invited two of his friends, Harry and Killian. You had entertained the three fifteen years old with complete grace. They had loved you, asking questions and wanting you to stay in the room for the movie. It was until Bucky had come to check on the boys later that night that he realized.
Grant must have gone to talk to you like he does every night, like clock work, he would sit on the edge of your bed while you did your nightly routine. You were close, and Bucky loved that.
As he went towards Grant’s room, he overheard the two teenager boys talking.
“Dude, Mrs. Barnes is a total milf, I thought you were exaggerating, but holy fuck, that little dress...”Killian commented, eyes trained on the violent video game on the screen.
“She’s definitely the hottest mom in the school, and my mom complains about her all the time, apparently all the dads have things for her, I know my dad does, but that’s why my mom hates her, you know? She hates anyone my dad looks at especially after the divorce,”Harry explained with a faint laugh.
“No offense, but your dad can’t score someone like that, Mrs.Barnes is top tier milf,”Killian replied, leaning back in the bean bag chair just as Bucky opened the door.
“You boys alright in here?”His voice is deep and husky, and it made them jump at the sound. They both share the same worried look that he had heard them.
“The missus and I are about to head to bed, so if you need anything, knock on the door and we’ll answer, alright? Try not stay up too late, and don’t be too loud,”Bucky instructed before getting back two yes, sir’s
Bucky chucked, rolling his eyes at the conversation he had overheard. Yeah, his wife was top tier milf, but only he got to have her.
Grant was exactly where Bucky expected him to be, on the edge of the bed while you out your lotion on.
“Your friends seem to really like to your mom, bud,”Bucky smirked knowingly, making Grant sigh in defeat.
“Did they say something weird?”
“Not to me, but there may have been talk about mama here being a milf.”
Grant groaned in disgust while you blushed all over your body in embarrassment for your son. You finished up your routine, pulling Grant off your bed.
“Go hang out with your friends, forget what your dad said, and just go have fun,”You told him, pushing him out the door after kissing his head.
“You are a milf,”Bucky said once the door was closed, pressing you against it while he locked the handle.”Definitely a mom I’d like to fuck.”
“Oh, yeah, how about you show me?”
Bucky growled in response, hands pawing off your clothes eagerly with the biggest smirk on his face.”You gonna be a good girl, be quiet for me? Wouldn’t want anyone to know what a dirty girl you really are.”
“Yes, yes, “You breathed, panting as you were thrown on the bed. Bucky quickly crawled over your body, and just looking at the devious look on his face, you knew this was going to be a long night.
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nerdraging4point0 · a day ago
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May I have your attention! I want to say... 🍵
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The lack of Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes vampire fiction is disturbing. I mean the fucking man was born in Romania! 🇷🇴
My BDB au with Tom Holland went well. Who'd be down for a Sebastian Stan version? 🤔💭
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You can't tell me this man doesn't give off brotherhood vibes?? 🧛‍♂️
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Feed me your thoughts on this... ✉
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bloodorangesoup · a day ago
I think one of buckys favorite things about the future is the easy access to a variety of different foods. He’d enjoy trying thai or Korean or Colombian hot chocolate.
Extremely cute if reader has a different cultural background & she makes things native to her culture for him to try. Even if he doesn’t like it he’ll finish it all and tell her it’s the best thing he’s ever had.
Idk how hydra would feed him. Dont wanna think about it too hard it’d just break my heart
Especially if he ate something good while stationed somewhere during the war and he sees it in a store in Brooklyn and is just 😮 THEY HAVE IT HERE NOW?!?
His kitchen would be full of alternative to regular stuff so like you said instead of some Nestle coco he’ll have Mexican/Columbian hot chocolate blocks
Something tells me this man ain’t picky about his food so he’d love to try everything from your culture
If he’s meeting your family at a carne asada all your tias would be talking not only abt how big and strong he looks but also about how he’s already gone for a third plate 😊
I wouldn’t put it past hydra to not even feed him :( like making him find food on his own when out on assignments and just putting him on an IV for nutrients when he’s back or just giving him raw meat since his body would be able to process it :(
Not thinking of that anymore 😀 he’d love to eat good food and tbh would probably prefer cultural food over typical american food like hot dogs or burgers (he just sucks at trying to cook them on his own)
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agentofbarnes · a day ago
A Barnes AU drabble please where the kids walk in on Bucky and mama in the morning and as Bucky is stumbling over his words, trying to come up with an excuse and lie, Grant just says "We're you guys having sex?" Which horrifies Bucky and mama
summer mornings — the barnes’
note || oh my god i imagine this as teenager!grant and preteen!rebecca and oh my god, they are absolutely scare you and the kids
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Mornings were usually quiet in the summer. The kids slept till noon, which is exactly why you and Bucky tended to wake up so early. Those few hours of just getting to enjoy each other made the lost sleep worth it.
“Fuck, baby doll,”Bucky groaned into your ear quietly, rocking his hips against yours with a slow and hard motion that you a trembling mess. His body was molded perfectly against yours, your panties thrown to the side leaving you in just his shirt. The fabric bunched at your hips, his thick thighs spreading your legs apart. You hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him closer into you under the thin sheet strewn over your bodies.
“Shit, Buck, please, ‘m so close, feels so good, oh!”Your head fell back, lips connecting against his in the moment of ecstasy. It was just as Bucky spilled inside your clenching walls, smirking at the way you trembled under him that the door has swung open.
“Hey, Mom, have you seen—oh my god!”Grant screamed, immediately going to push Rebecca away from the door so her twelve years old mind could stay innocent.
“We’re just...your mom and I were just...”Bucky stumbled over his words, trying to find a good excuse while you covered you your bodies.
“You guys were having sex!”Grant said with wide eyes,”That’s my mom!”
If it wasn’t so embarrassing, it would have been funny. Bucky looked horrified by this,”I know she’s your mom, what does that—get out, we’ll be out in a minute!”
Grant closed the door quickly, ushering Rebecca into the kitchen where they sat at the table in complete awkward silence.
Bucky sighed out in defeat, his body draped over yours in shame.”Oh my god.”
“This is the worst, why are they awake? It’s like 9am???”You muttered out, running your hand through your hair before pushing Bucky off of you.
“Why did he act like I was defiling you?”Bucky asked after a moment, scrambling to find something to wear.
You pulled on a new pair of panties, dressing in a flowing sundress that may or may not give a little peek of the hickey forming on your neck. You bit down on your lip nervously.
“He’s my baby boy, he’s protective,”You shrugged, fixing your hair slightly before kissing Bucky’s cheek.”Look, they’ll forget it about this in a week, don’t be so freaked, okay?”
You left the room, allowing for Bucky to get dressed while you found the kids in the kitchen.
“What did you need, baby?”You asked Grant, making him glance up at you with scarred eyes.
“Pancake mix, Becca wanted pancakes,”Grant said, avoiding eyes contact.
“Look, you guys, I’m sorry...we should have locked the door—“
“Oh, please don’t make us talk about it...”
“Sex is natural, Grant, it’s healthy, how do you think you guys exist?”You went explain, making both children cringe.
“Mom, can we just forget it?”Becca begged.
“Please,”Bucky backed up when he came into the room.
“Can you get the pancake mix down from the top shelf, babe?”You asked as soon as he got in the room, giving him a kiss before he did what you wanted. Both kids gagged in response to the affection.
“Hey, I love your dad, I’m not gonna stop kissing him just because got two don’t know how to knock,”You looked at them pointedly, rolling your eyes.”Which is what we need to talk about. You should knock before you barge into the room.”
“We didn’t think dad would be all on you and...ugh, we didn’t think...you guys would doing that!”Grant defended, shuddering at the thought.
“Wait, why am I at fault for this?”Bucky said, starting to make breakfast for the kids.
“Well, it’s not mom’s fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself,”Grant sassed, and now you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.
“Me? I can’t keep my hands to myself, oh my god, your mom—“
“Please don’t finish that sentence,”Rebecca pleaded,”Please, dad, can we just forget it happened? We’ll knock now, we’ve learned our lesson, we’ve suffered enough.”
Bucky sighed, glancing at you with a little knowing look in his eyes. So, he let it go. He let them keep their innocent outlook on their mom.
No one needed to know it was you that couldn’t keep his hands off him this morning.
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agentofbarnes · 2 days ago
A drabble about Grant and Becca fighting over something and how Bucky handles it, please ❤
sibling squabble — the barnes’
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“Give it back!”Grant screamed from the living area, pulling at Rebecca’s hair. Bucky immediately was on his feet when he realized the kids were fighting. He closed down his work laptop, entering the living room just in time.
Without knowing her own strength, Becca pushed Grant back and he slammed into the way. The little girl’s eyes went wide.
“Rebecca Barnes!”Bucky scolded, going to check Grant for injuries. He seemed fine, just a little scared of his little sister’s strength. He was always consumed with Bucky’s concern, making him cry from pain and worry. Bucky sat him on the couch before turning to Becca.”You know better than that, violence is never the answer and you can’t push people around, look baby, you could have seriously hurt him, you can’t...you have to be gentle, no everyone is built like me.”
“I didn’t mean too! I just wanted the—“Becca looked down in shame and Bucky picked her up to sit with Grant. She went to go hug him, apologizing profusely with little sobs.
“What was all this about?”Bucky asked with his arms crossed, staring down at his children with a tight frown.
Both Barnes children glanced over by the floor toy bin, and Bucky followed their gazes to this stuffed animal.
It was an old stuffed bear, baby blue with little Captain America shield all over it. It was something you had since way before you had even met Bucky. It had been a gag gift to Steve one Christmas and he had left you the bear with a little note before he left forever.
You had left Grant have it when he turned one, and it was his favorite toy. He couldn’t sleep without it, he adored it. Bucky realized now that Becca seemed to be jealous of the toy.
“Becks, you can’t take your brother’s things, you know he loves that bear,”Bucky told her, already setting his own little plan in motion.”We can just get you your own bear, a stuffed animal that you can cherish like your brother does Cappy.”
“Promise?”Becca asked, sniffling quietly,”Can it be koala?”
Bucky chuckled,”Yes, baby, we do it and we can get a little Captain outfit like Uncle Sam’s, how about that?”
“Yes!”Becca giggled before Bucky went back I to daddy mode.
“But before anyone gets any new toys, I want to make something very clear, you can squabble all you want, but you cannot hit each other. You do that again, I will put you in time out and I will tell mommy.”
“No, not mommy!”Grant gasped, shaking his head.”She’ll get sad!”
“We don’t wanna make mommy upset,”Becca pouted,”Please don’t tell her.”
Bucky nodded,”Fighting helps no one. You guys can always work it out and if you can’t, you come find me and we’ll work it out together.”
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moonlight-onyx · 2 days ago
Hello sweets!
Prompt list A, #42. With bucky, obvs. I have a "braiding Bucky's hair" kink. It's the hairdresser in me. 😍
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Also I don't think I've officially said it, but congrats on 1.5k. you deserve all of them and more!
thank you sm!
1.5k sleepover + list a
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bucky never let people touch him. not after the amount of years that he’d spent being forced into submission by people with hands far less gentle than those he’d deserved.
but you, you were different. it took a while before he let you, the two of you starting off with quick touches, just a brush of your skin.
steve noticed the change in his best friend long before either of you did. he saw the way that the brunette would relax when you came around because he knew that you would never hurt him, even if he never said it.
which is why you were a little surprised when bucky came into the living room one day while you were just finishing up morgan’s hair.
“there you go, morg!” you grinned, tying off the ponytail at the end of her hair, “now you’re just like rapunzel.”
“thank you, y/n!” she threw herself against you, wrapping her small arms around your center tightly. “you’re the best auntie ever!”
you laughed and kissed her forehead softly, the sound of bucky’s quiet chuckle catching your attention. “oh, hi buck!”
“hey, y/n,” he smiled, the sight warming your heart. “i have a favor i wanna ask you.”
you furrowed your brows slightly but nodded at him to go on, “okay, what’s up?”
“could you, um, could you maybe braid my hair?”
you smiled widely and nodded, “yeah! yeah, of course!”
bucky let out a sigh of relief and came over to sit in front of you on the floor so that you could reach his hair.
you brushed out the tangles very gently, humming an apology each time he hissed in pain.
about halfway through his braid, bucky cleared his throat quietly. “this is nice. t-thank you, y/n.”
“anytime,” you smiled, though you knew he couldn’t see, “i know it gets annoying when it’s in your face all the time so if you ever want me to braid it again-“
“-i’ll take you up on that.”
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buckymylove · 2 days ago
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give it back | b.b
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summary: bucky is more than willing to cross the lines between your friendship to get back what is his.
warnings: stealing, sexual themes.
word count: 0.7k.
authors note: nothing to say
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As soon as the bedroom door clicked open you ran in, your fluffy socks being a problem as you almost tumbled over. Standing upright, you looked back towards the door keeping the object behind your hands.  
Just as you suspected, he entered, Bucky Barnes in nothing but sweatpants to ease the hotness of the day.  
“Are you going to give me it back?” he slowly starts walking forward, trying to seem threatening but it never works in your presence. “I think we both know the answer to that, darling” you tease back.  
After slowly moving backwards, the back of your legs touched the bed, that was the only way to go so you went. You sat down and the bed, moving your body backwards with your elbows, showing him his phone in the process.  
“If you want it, come get it” The lift of one of your brows and the bite of your lips was enough to encourage him.  
So that’s what he did. Bucky slowly started to crawl up your body, one of your arms now above your head with the phone. Your head fell back on the bed, letting your elbow rest as his face was inches from yours.  
If Bucky wanted to, he could easily grab the phone and run, but he didn’t want to. He lowered his face more and at first, you thought he might kiss you, but then he moved his head to the side slightly kissing your jawline.  
The sweet kisses, the knee keeping your legs apart, and the shirtless scene on top of you were enough for you to get turned on.  
“Give me it and I'll get of you” he whispered in your ear, his stubble slightly scratching the side of your face making you let out a breathy moan, he showed off his smirk as he looked back into your eyes.  
“No thank you, I'd rather this continue” you raised your body on both elbows, the phone in your hand, his face moved up with yours, maybe he didn’t want to kiss you, maybe he just wanted to play the game, “do you want this to continue?”  
“It would be my pleasure to continue this. After you give me my phone back” His lips grazed of yours, almost losing all control, he needs to kiss you now or he’s going to break.  
“What’s on it that you don’t want me to see? Your search history?” you titled your head as you asked the question, raising your head to kiss below his lips. “Nothing like that, doll” something like that, his endless searching on how to tell a girl you like them was still up, the messages from Sam giving him advice were also not deleted yet.
Not caring about the phone anymore, you lock it and raise it to give it back to him. He grabs it from your hand, your fingers grazing in the process. When he finally has it in his hand he tosses it to the other side of the bed, no longer caring and eyes still on yours.  
“So, you want to continue?” you looked genuinely scared for his answer, the hard stoic y/n being gone and instead, an insecure woman who would give anything to have her crushes lips on hers.  
“I would love nothing more” he dragged out the words, the tension in the room rising every millisecond. But it was worth it, the second he finished his lips latched onto yours. Finding solace in the place they were meant to be all along, for the both of you.  
“Wait” your lips moving together had stopped at the utter of your words, “What’s wrong?” Bucky replied, his hand finding its way to the back of your head.  
“What about the shirt I stole” Bucky lets out a small chuckle, relieved that he didn’t hurt your hip with his metal hand. If he hurt you, he would never forgive himself.  
“Keep it, you can wear it when I'm not around” Loving eyes looked into yours as he smiled at you, “I will, but I'll have to borrow another one soon”  
“Why’s that?” Bucky asked, not bothered, you could wear whatever of his whenever you liked. “Because this one won’t smell like you soon” you looked down at the black shirt you were wearing, your nipples slightly poking through, not needing the cold weather to do so.  
Bucky looked back up at you after seeing the sight you saw, his sweatpants feeling tighter as he lowered his head to catch your lips, and you let him. For the rest of the night, you made passionate and hot lovemaking, only stopping to watch the sunrise in each other's arms.
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