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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 months

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Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

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@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And

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@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo - D4 - Sex Party

@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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tllgrrl · 2 months

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Happy Birthday, Old Man by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Summary: Bucky celebrates his 100 and somethingth (“Who’s countin’?”) birthday with his family, and an old friend makes an appearance.

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For @buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash: Bake A Cake Edition

Base - #6 Post-Endgame /Post-TFATWS

Filling - Trope/Quotes: #1 There was only one bed. (Kinda…)

Frosting - Characters: #11 Sarah Wilson (and Cass, AJ, and Alpine)

Toppings: Colours: Blue (mentioned)

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He slowly opened his eyes and Sarah’s shoulder was the first thing he saw.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

He didn’t want to move, but he carefully extracted himself from the bed, grabbed his robe from the chair, made his way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him, and headed down the stairs.

He drank a glass of water, then stepped out onto the deck that overlooked the lake.

It was chilly enough to where he wrapped Sarah’s shawl she’d left outside around himself before stretching out on one of the deck chairs, and leaning back to look up into the starry night sky.

The light fragrance of her—and his—favourite body lotion enveloped him.

So many stars. Different constellations are visible in Upstate New York than in Southern Louisiana…than in Wakanda…than in…than…in…

“So…seems like you got some of that Life that Tony was talkin’ about, too, huh? I’m really happy for you, Buck.”

“Mmmm. Wha—?” Bucky opened his eyes, looked over to his left, and there was an elderly man—tall, with white hair—standing at the railing, looking out over the still waters.

It looks like, but it can’t possibly be…

“Steve…?“

“Happy Birthday, Old Man.”

“Thanks, pal. What—?”

Just as the man turns to face him—

Sarah shifts a little.

“You okay, Old Man?” She reaches back and gently rakes her fingers through his hair.

Bucky opens his eyes. He’s in bed. Sarah’s shoulder is the first thing he sees.

Smooth. Dark. Highlighted by pale blue moonlight through the skylight.

“Nothin’.” He kisses that shoulder, gently rubs his cheek on her. “Just a dream, nandi.”

“A good dream?” She whispers, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

He closes his eyes and buries his face in her hair, inhaling her and pulling her closer, wrapping his arm around her.

“Yeah. Not as good as this, though.”

Behind him is Cass. Cass’s heels are at his back and his head is pointed toward the foot of the bed.

AJ is curled up at Sarah’s feet.

The plan was to take the boys to their room and tuck them in after Storytime, but everyone had all fallen asleep in the King-sized bed because it was cold outside, and the vacation cabin had a fireplace in the master bedroom, so they were all cozy.

A purr is coming from somewhere above his and Sarah’s heads, and Alpine’s paws find his head and begin gently kneading his scalp.

“Hey, up there,” he whispers, “settle down, you.”

Outside, it’s wee hours dark, but the moon is almost full. Along with the soft glow of the nightlight by the door, Bucky can make out the details in the room, and of the blanket covering them.

It’s different shades of blue, woven from fibers dyed with indigo.

Woven into the blanket there are symbols, words, prayers that offer blessings and protection.

There is a similar spread on Sarah’s bed back home in Delacroix. The boys have their special Border Tribe blankets as well. This particular super-sized blanket travels with the family when they go on vacations and road trips.

It is soft, yet substantial thanks to the Vibranium that’s woven into the cloth making it practically impervious to a whole list of threats.

And most importantly, it keeps his family comfortable and warm.

Before he goes back to sleep, Bucky looks over to the nightstand and sees the framed photograph they’d given to him earlier.

A photo of Sarah, Cass, AJ, and him.

It had been beautiful at the dock on that special day. They were all smiles, dressed to the nines, and Sarah was holding a little bouquet of flowers.

The card next to the photo was handmade by the two boys and read:

Happy Birthday, Dad!! We Love You!!

Happy Birthday, mthandi! Sarah wrote under the boys’ names, and had drawn a heart.

“Happy Birthday, Old Man,” he heard the familiar voice as it faded away.

Yeah, Bucky thought as he drifted back to sleep, smiling.

Happy.

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undercoverpena · 10 months

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in the interest of trying to be positive about another year around the sun. welcome to:

mvtthewmurdvck's birthday bash 🎉 BEGINNING ON THE 6TH OF JULY

so we all know i'm not good with compliments, but as it tied well with me hitting 5k (thank you, btw. i adore you all), i thought i could use my birthday time, to give you all something. so, over five days, you'll receive a birthday-orientated fic with some of my favourite characters (see the list under the see more).

YOU CAN ALSO SEND IN (before the 6th, but won't be answered until the 6th):

🩷 ask me anything (anything you'd want to know about me) 5️⃣ top five (doesn't have to be characters or fics. can be songs, books, tv shows etc) 🎬 directors cut (questions about my fics, writing)

06. BADLY WRAPPED SECRETS (COD: Ghost x Helen)

07. UNWRAP ME NOW (Triple Frontier: Frankie M x F!Reader)

08. PHONE SEX BONUS LATE NIGHT TEXTS PHONE SCENE (smut)

09. A PILE OF CARDS (Narcos: Javi P x F!Reader)

10. COVERT CELEBRATIONS (Marvel: Bucky x F!Reader)

one rule only: do not ask me which of these days is my actual birthday. you're getting the small nugget of info that it is somewhere in these days.

masterlist ⧐ fic recs

#mm birthday bash #ghost x helen #frankie morales x reader #javier peña x reader #bucky x reader #matt murdock x reader

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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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What Day Is It?

Title: What Day Is It? Fandom: MCU Pairing: Mob!Bucky X Reader Rating: NC-17 (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!) Warnings: Mob!Bucky (yes, he’s a warning in and of himself), explicit sexual content, BDSM, spanking, riding crops, Dark content, impact play, orgasm denial, i think that's it? Words: 2,400 Summary: Bucky appears to have forgotten your birthday. So you go to confront him, but he misunderstands your anger.

🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🔪 Chocolate: Mafia 🍓 Forgotten birthday 🍫 Fighting to fucking 🍮 “If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it.” 🍪 “Fight me, you big bitch!” 🌰 “Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”

All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie, as promised, I got this up today! So this story came out MUCH DIFFERENT than what I had intended it to be! I was writing along and suddenly it took a sharp left turn and here's where it landed LMAO So I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

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You were pissed.

Absolutely, inexplicably, unconditionally, pissed. And the bastard responsible? James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier, Mob Boss of Brooklyn.

It was one thing to forget small things, like a last minute dinner plan. But your birthday!?

Bucky had been in meetings all month, which was nothing new. There were times when he would be gone from New York for weeks at a time doing deals and keeping tabs on his empire, but in the 5 years you had known him, he had never let work get between him and your birthday month, much less your birthday. But now…

You stormed into his office, ignoring Sam and Steve who were trying to grab you and pull you out, telling you to leave Bucky alone, he would make it up to you. You weren’t listening. You were furious and you didn’t care how dangerous James Barnes was, you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

Bucky, for his part, was sitting behind his large oak desk, his tie undone, his hair mused, and his cell phone up to his ear, looking downright ragged. You didn’t care.

“Barnes!” You hollered, storming up to his desk and slamming your hands down like you could intimidate a man like Bucky. “Get off the phone!”

Bucky eyed you up and down, his eye twitched. “Doll.” He drawled, sitting up in his chair a little straighter. “I suggest you go back to your room. I will be there shortly.”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow and advised the person he was speaking to that he would be right back, placing his phone on mute. “No?” He asked as Sam and Steve both reached for your arms to pull you away, but you jerked out of their hold.

“You have five minutes. If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it, Princess.”

Bucky didn’t usually use your nickname when he was angry. But then again, when he did, you knew he was angry. Except, he didn’t get to be angry right then. It was your turn to be pissed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say!?” You cried, throwing your hands up. “What day is it, James?”

The use of his first name caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. “Wednesday. And like every Wednesday, I have meetings. Meetings, by the way, that help protect you. So if you have anything else -”

“Fuck your meetings!”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Bucky stood up, his blue eyes never leaving you, threatening your very existence. “I don’t appreciate being -”

“Yeah! I fucking am! Fight me, you big bitch!” You cried, as you reached over and grabbed his phone, throwing it at him. “Come on, fight me!” Sam and Steve exchanged looks, worried for your safety, but afraid to intervene at this point and risk retribution from Bucky. “Y/N…” Steve said slowly, quietly. “Come on, let’s go back -”

“You stay the fuck out of this, Rogers!” You turn to Steve, shoving him hard. “And you, too, Wilson! I’ll get to you when I’m done with this bastard!”

“That’s enough!” Bucky hollered, stepping around his desk and grabbing you by the arm. “Rogers, Wilson. Out!”

The two scurried from the room as fast as they could as you turned back to Bucky, throwing a punch at him the way Natasha had shown you during your self defense practices Bucky had insisted you take with her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It hit Bucky in the chest, hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough to make him drop your arm.

“What is wrong with you!?” Bucky yelled, pulling you closer by the arm. “You want to fight!? Or do you want me to punish you!?” He tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer to his desk. “Be a good girl, then, and bend over the desk!” His mental hand pushed between your shoulder blades, forcing you face down onto his desk as he moved to stand behind you, ripping your leggings down the seams to reveal the soft pink panties you threw on just to piss him off more.

“I’ve told you once, I’ll tell you a thousand times, you don’t wear underwear - or pants - in the house!” He pulled the band to your panties back and allowed them to snap your lower back. “Now, you’ve interrupted my meeting, you broke my phone, you yelled at me and called me names in front of my men, you wore panties and pants, and you’re being an absolute brat right now. Usually that would be ten spankings for each rule broken, but that would be 70 swats. Can you take that?” He growled, pulling back just enough to pull the shredded remains of your leggings and your cotton panties off of you and threw them into the fireplace. His mental hand went right back to your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the desk.

“Fuck you and your stupid rules!” You grunted as you tried to move under him, trying to get any leverage. “I’m still pissed at you!”

“And you won’t tell me why!” He yelled, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass hard. “That’s one, the next 79 you’re counting!”

“79!? You said 70 total!” You turned your head to glare at him.

“You know the rules, 10 for each rule broken. Are you *trying* to get to 100!? Because you’re now at 90.” He smirked, knowing exactly what this did to you.

You growled, turning your head away from him. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You don’t own me.”

“100.” He landed another hard slap on your other cheek. “Count or I’ll add 10 more for each one you forget to count.”

You cursed, gripping the edge of the desk as hard as you could. “Two,” you hissed out, hating that you’re already turned on by this. You were supposed to be mad at him!

“That’s my good girl. I know you’re in there somewhere, Princess.”

Before you can respond, he lands three sharp slaps to your rear that has you pushing up onto the desk with each hit.

“Three-four-five!” You counted before you could forget. The most Bucky has ever handed you was 70 at one time. You weren’t sure you would survive 100.

“Jesus, look at you,” Bucky laughed. “Just five in and you’re dripping. My god, you’re a slut.” he dipped his hand between your legs, running one of his fingers through your folds and scooping up some of your excitement.

You whimper, your walls clenching around nothing. This was going to be torture, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on.

“This what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, spreading your lips and pushing a finger into you, causing you to gasp and rock your hips back to get some friction. “You just wanted Daddy’s attention? Well, you got it now. You have my full. Attention.” He pulls the finger out and immediately lands the next five smacks on your ass and thighs.

You count, tears already falling down your face. “Daddy -”

“Nuh-uh. Bad girls don’t get to talk. They just count.” The next ten came quickly, one after the other, quick succession in a rhythm only Bucky follows.

You’ve started shifting on your feet, trying hard to press your thighs together to get some relief of the tingling sensation between your legs as he pauses then, staring at your ass. You lick your lips and take the brief pause to close your eyes and stretch your fingers, knowing that it’s only going to get worse. 20 in, and you’re ready to beg forgiveness - not that it would help. Bucky always forgives you. But he never backs off or decreases your punishments.

You’ve just managed to get your legs together and get some relief, a short moan escaping your lips before Bucky is kicking your legs apart and thrusting three of his metal fingers deep into you.

You cry out, clawing at the desk to pull away, despite how good it feels to finally be filled with something. “FUCK! BUCKY!” you cried, pushing back onto his fingers as he brutally thrusts them in and out of you for a few moments before they’re gone again and Bucky’s shirt is shoved into your mouth, tied up with the discarded tie you aren’t sure when he removed.

“I told you! Only good girls get to talk!” He hissed, giving your ass yet another smack. “Now I have to count. And you know what that means?”

You did. Fuck you knew exactly what that meant, and you started crying. Now not only are you going to get your 100 spankings, you weren’t allowed to cum. And goddamnit, it was your birthday. It wasn’t fair!

“Keep it up, Princess, and you’ll be my personal cumbucket for a month with no release in sight. Go ahead, try me.” He taunted before he grabbed the riding crop from his desk. When did that get there? Had it been there the whole time?

“Don’t think this means you’re getting off easy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. The riding crop was never ‘getting off easy’. It just meant Bucky wanted to save his palm from stinging too much during longer sessions. It also meant he had even more planned for you.

Fuck me.

The next thirty came swift, and you were positive you weren’t going to be able to sit down for the next week. Bucky would stop every 10-20 strokes to tease you more. He would circle your clit with his metal hand, bringing you so close to pleasure then pulling back and giving you another 10 spanks. Or he would finger you until you were sobbing then pull out and give you another 15.

At 60 he stopped longer, pulling his pants down and shoving his thick cock into you as fast and hard as he could, moaning filth and obscenities in your ear as he fucked you hard and fast, cumming in you before you could get there yourself. He stayed there, deep in you, pulsing, for a good five minutes then.

“That’s it, Princess,” he growled. “Take daddy’s cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Stuff you full of children and keep you pregnant. Fuck - God you’d look amazing with my baby inside you. You want that, Princess? You want Daddy’s baby? I’ll give it to you, you filthy slut.” he bit your shoulder, hard, before pulling out and giving you another 10 hard spanks with the riding crop that had you sobbing harder, your tears leaving a pool beneath your face on the desk that not even Bucky’s shirt and tie could soak up.

“That’s 70, baby. You’ve never done more than this.” He says, like you didn’t already fucking know that. “Just 30 more. You can do it.”

You wanted to scream at him. Hurl insults and yell at him to fuck off, but all you got out was another wimper as the next 5 came suddenly, hitting down your thighs almost to your knees.

If it wasn’t for the desk, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. 25 more seemed impossible. You were aching everywhere, and you thought you were bleeding. You couldn’t be sure. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

You almost didn’t feel the next 15, the ache in your ass almost overriding the sensation of more spacks, but the final 10 you definitely felt.

Bucky had shifted, apparently sensing that you were no longer feeling the hits on your ass, and was now swinging underhanded, bringing the crop up to your pussy and clit. Each new smack had you screaming harder, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall. It was torture. Pleasureful torture.

You sobbed in relief when Bucky said the magic number - “100.”

But it was cut short when he grabbed you by the waist, flipped you over and laid you out on the desk, his head diving between your legs to eat you out like a starving man.

You tried to shove him away, but his metal arm grabbed both of your wrists and held them to your stomach, preventing you from moving or pushing him away.

Your overly sensitive core was attacked by Bucky’s wicked tongue, bringing you to another almost orgasm before he pulled away again. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he reached around and pulled the gag off of you, eyebrows raised.

“Now. Are you going to tell me why you were being such a brat?” He asks nonchalantly.

You sniffled, wiping your own face - tears, snot, and slobber - off with your shirt before shoving him lightly, most of your fight gone.

“You forgot my birthday.” You muttered.

Bucky took a step back, frowning. “What?” he asks, looking over to his date book. “No I didn’t - oh fuck…”

You wiped at your eyes again, nodding and you attempted to sit up. “Yeah. You did. You promised you’d never forget! You swore you’d make me feel special every birthday…”

“Fuck, Princess,” He hurried to his bar and grabbed you a cold bottle of water and hurried back to you, opening it before handing it over. “I’m - Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Taking the water bottle, you took a small sip before Bucky was moving again, grabbing the baby wipes he kept in his drawer and cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his chair again.

“I’m so sorry,” Bucky murmured, kissing your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Where do you wanna go? Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We’ll go for a whole month.”

“The bedroom?” You glance at him. “I would have understood if you had just told me that you were busy and we wouldn’t get to celebrate this year. But you swore to never forget.”

“I know I did. And I’m so sorry, Princess. I’ve just had so much on my plate. It’s no excuse and I’ll still make it up to you. Starting with - your punishment is over. How about we go take a nice hot bath and calm down… and then have some fun all night?”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Bucky shifted you on his lap and held you close. “I’ll carry you, Princess. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”

Ope.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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jbbarnes · 2 months

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@dr-foster : Jane slides Bucky a wrapped box. “Happy Birthday.”

His head turned at the sound of her voice, his greeting dying in his throat only to be replaced by a wide grin. Reaching out, he pulled the gift closer, but made no move to unwrap it just yet. His ma had raised him better than that, after all.

"Aw, thanks, doc," he said sincerely. "Didn't know if anyone 'sides Steve would really care much. I appreciate it."

His own immediate family and the Rogers had all celebrated each other's birthdays, of course, but outside of that, he wasn't that used to it being acknowledged. It had a warm glow burning in his stomach, and probably a small blush appearing on his cheeks if the heat in his face meant anything.

#dr-foster #★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀you’ll come back when they call you⠀⠀/⠀⠀verse.#chose this verse bc i like to think they can more easily be science buds #bucky's birthday bash 2k24

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stuckysbike · 1 year

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It’s My Birthday Week

In a few days I’m going to turn 39. The horror.

My bestie is 40 in a few months and we decided that this year we would have 40 adventures for her 40th, but I wanted to do something a bit more me.

So, as much as I’d love to write 40 stories I’m anxious about committing to something like that because my mental health (and sometimes physical health) doesn’t always allow me to focus on what I enjoy the most.

I’m going to write a story a month between now and next April. They’ll mostly be Bucky based but some of my other little Marvel crushes might appear here and there...

Anyway this is the bingo I’m going to try out, mostly AU’s because I love a good AU. Anyone is welcome to have a go with this if you want, my only request is that you tag me so I can read it!

#birthday bingo bash #12 by 40 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fancition #bucky barnes imagine #reader insert #bucky x reader #bucky au #bucky barnes au #Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x reader #poly relationship #all over the damn show

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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Happy Birthday!!! I hope you have a fantastic day!!

omg hiiiii amber!! thank you so so much for such a cute birthday message!!! I absolutely love interacting with you and this lil message just made me smile so much!! sending you so much love!!

#asked and answered #i-had-bucky #thank you darling #can’t stop smiling #feel so special #ilysm <3 #bex’s birthday bash #baz’s birthday bash

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buckybarnesevents · 1 year

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Is there a place we can post links of work of the birthday bash event when it starts? A channel in discord or a collection on ao3? - thank you in advance!

Hello, love! Yes, absolutely — we have both! Our post here has both the Discord Invite link as well as the parent collection for all our events (you can select whichever subcollection you wish to post to).

We hope to see you in the discord!

The specific subcollection for the Birthday event is here:

Hope this helps! 💙

#answered asks #bucky barnes events #Bucky’s birthday bash 2023 #bbbb2022

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metalbvcky · 1 year

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Call Sign -- A sex hotline fic I hopefully plan to write later down the line. Moodboards are my comfort zone when the muse just isn't quite there yet, or when I just know a story's word count will be long (which is often lol). So it's daydreaming until then 💖

Made for @allcapsbingo monthly mission "Happy Birthday Bucky" and Bucky's Birthday Bash @buckybarnesevents

Now onto the concept summary!

Former Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, acquires a phone sex job to get his groove back into the twenty-first century. He reconnects with people in a different sort of way, reminding him that he's human, and he eventually realizes he likes playing a little act through only his voice.

The months pass. He starts feeling more of himself every day. His clients are happy and the Avengers only need him for minor, non-dangerous missions here and there.

Then he gets a new client, Steve, who's a little shy at first but warms up when he uses his, "Don't be shy, gorgeous," voice. That always gets them to relax.

The initial call doesn't end with sex. Not even a shed of dirty talk.

They talk for over an hour. Topics like Steve's illnesses, Bucky's complicated life, and other heartfelt stories pass between them. It's like catching up with an old friend Bucky never had.

Then it happens.

Bucky blurts that it's his birthday— March 10th— and it happens.

The soulmark on the back of his right wrist glows.

It's still March 10th somewhere, right? 😉

#stucky #stevebucky #shrinkyclinks #stucky fanfic visual #stucky fanfic concept #stucky moodboard #writing tag #mine #bucky's birthday bash #allcapsbingo2023

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Birthday Confession

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.

RATING | Mature (M)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Friends to lovers trope, use of Y/N, alcohol consumption, Natasha and Tony are alive, mutual pining.

A/N | This story is written in honor of Bucky Barnes' birthday, which is the perfect opportunity for me to get into the swing of writing for him again! It's written for Bucky's Birthday Bash—hosted by @buckybarnesevents—and includes the prompts Post Endgame Bucky, Friends to Lovers, Reader, and Dancing. The story is not proofread, any and all mistakes are my own.

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Header: Yours truly

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky never particularly cared for his birthday, but that changed when he met you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor who moved in next to his apartment almost five years ago. He used to be a recluse, preferring the company of Alpine, his cat, but something about you made him want to open up and let you into his life.

Now that you had melted his heart and broken down the walls he had built, he found himself looking forward to seeing you. He even dared to say he looks forward to celebrating his birthday because he knows that you will make him the type of cupcake he loves.

It's just after dinner, and he finds himself on his couch, Alpine purring on his lap as he pets her and tells her about his evening plans.

"I'm going to the club later, can you believe it? I never would have even considered it a few years ago, but when Y/N asked me, I didn't even think twice about it," he says with a small smile, shaking his head gently at the thought of you asking him to the club a few weeks ago. He could not say no to you, especially with his major crush on you.

Alpine meows when she hears your name because when you and Bucky got to know each other, you have also fallen in love with her. She's the reason you two even met. The day you first moved in, Bucky went to check his mail on a beautiful summer evening, and Alpine escaped before he could stop her.

She wandered carelessly into your apartment with a loud meow, pulling your attention away from the box you were unpacking. A white, fluffy cat with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen stood in front of you, and right behind her was the most beautiful, albeit broody-looking man you've ever seen.

"Alpine! What do you think you're doing wandering into this lady's apartment?!" he told the cat, and you couldn't help but chuckle as she meowed loudly when he picked her up.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you smiled warmly at him. Deep inside, you were enjoying the stark difference between the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man and the beautiful white cat in his arms, but they seemed to fit together perfectly as if they were made for one another.

"It's okay; I like cats, especially when they bring along men like you!" you said confidently, and Bucky couldn't help but blush deeply after your comment. Before you could introduce yourself, he turned around and quickly returned to his apartment; the mail he was supposed to pick up had been long forgotten. From that moment on, you were the topic of most thoughts.

Over time, Bucky has slowly accepted you into his life, and being with you has brightened some of the darkest moments of his life. After Steve returned to be with Peggy, Bucky struggled a lot. From horrible nightmares to sleepless nights, he has been through everything. But you always seem to bring a bit of lightness wherever you go, including in Bucky's life.

Nowadays, he is generally a lot happier, but it's even more noticeable when you're in his presence; he carries himself with more confidence. Instead of hiding away all the time, he doesn't mind being seen when you're by his side. You gave him back the self-confidence he'd lost all those years ago, and he will always be thankful for that.

Before he can think about all that too hard, though, he hears a knock on the door and tucks Alpine under his arm before he opens it. He can see you standing there through the peephole and quickly swings open the door to let you in.

You're standing in front of him in a tight, knee-length dress, black heels, and lipstick that perfectly matches the color of your dress. The rest of your makeup is light, and your hair is pulled into a bun with braids to complete your outfit. His gaze lowers to the cupcake in your hand, a candle burning.

"Happy birthday, Bucky! Make a wish!" you tell him in a cheerful voice. With a smirk, he leans down to blow out the candle on the cupcake you're holding, though he already knows what he'll wish for. Each year, he wishes for the same thing: that you become his. This year may be the year for it to come true.

"I got you something special for your birthday this year. It's not every day you turn 107 years old, after all," you tell him, and he can't help but laugh. The fact that he's this old has never bothered you, and he's thankful for that.

The first time you ran into him on his birthday and asked how he was, he couldn't help but tell you it was his birthday. He still remembers how your eyes widened at his words and how you showed up later that afternoon with a book you had recently read.

Your shared love for reading is one of many things you two have in common, so you have developed the tradition of buying books for special occasions. The moment he tore the paper away from the first book you ever gifted him, he knew he would love it no matter what because it came from you.

You found an extra special one this year, though, and you've been dying to see his reaction since you acquired it. It is wrapped in shiny, black wrapping paper with a gold ribbon.

With quick movements, he unwraps his present, and an almost pristine first edition of The Hobbit is lying in his hands. It is the same book he read when it first came out and one he never thought he would see again.

"Why don't you open it up?" you urge him, and he does. Inside are the words he never thought he would see again, and he can't help but get choked up at the sight of them.

'Happy Birthday, jerk' is scribbled at the front of the book, and Bucky knows instantly that it's the version Steve has worked hard to buy him. Tears gather in his eyes as his fingers glide over the words, and he feels deeply thankful for this present.

"W-where—How-?" is all he can manage to choke out before you step forward and wrap your arms around him. He melts into your touch as your cheek is pressed against his chest, and soft kisses are placed on your head as his way of saying thank you.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes until you feel Alpine's soft fur against your bare legs, making you chuckle before releasing him and bending down to give her some love. Not long after, it's finally time to go to the club where you are supposed to meet the other Avengers, and Bucky calls the two of you a cab to take you there, saving you two the hassle of NYC parking.

"Are you ready to go in, Doll?" Bucky asks after helping you out of the cab and paying the driver. You nod as you go into the club, which is still relatively empty. It's still early in the night as you go and find a booth, and the rest of the Avengers will join later. As you slide into it, you look around to observe the room, but your eye eventually falls on Bucky standing at the bar.

He looks back at you with a wink as he orders your drinks, even though he can't get drunk. Despite that, he still enjoys the taste of it, so he usually orders a beer or two. It doesn't take long for him to join you in your booth, sliding in so he's sitting right next to you, and your thighs are almost touching.

"Thank you for inviting me, Doll. These evenings are a lot more bearable now that you're with me," he says, and you give him a smile before taking a sip of your drink.

"I'm glad to hear that because I know they're a lot more bearable for me when you're here," you say, and he blushes under the scruff lining his cheeks. The pink tint has the butterflies in your stomach going wild, but most of the other Avengers are arriving before you can say anything else.

Tony arrives at your table first, closely followed by Natasha, Wanda, Sam, and Clint. The two of you slide out of the booth to greet everyone, and the three men go to sit on one side while you, Natasha, and Wanda sit on the other side. Luckily, you're still seated across from Bucky during all this.

The conversation during the night's first half is light and pleasant, but the more drinks flowing, the looser everyone becomes. Combined with the number of people slowly filling the club, the atmosphere is starting to get much more enjoyable. You're just about to take a sip of your third drink of the evening when Natasha and Wanda practically pull you out of the booth, begging you to dance with them.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" you tell them with a broad smile that doesn't go unnoticed by Bucky. Seeing you getting along so well with his friends fills him with happiness, and no one can wipe off the smile adorning his face. He also knows that if Steve were here with all of you, he would have loved you, too.

The entire time you're on the dancefloor, Bucky's eyes are glued to you. From the way your hips move effortlessly to the excitement on your face, and from the way the sweat drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts to the way your dress seems to ride up just enough to show a bit more skin, he notices it all.

"Why don't you go over there and dance with her? It's almost creepy when you're staring at her, man!" Sam says with a push against his metal arm.

"I'm pretty sure she's doing just fine with Nat and Wanda over there," he says, looking at Sam grumpily. However, you seem to have gotten the same idea as you return to the booth.

"Dance with me, Bucky! C'mon!" you say, and of course, the man cannot say no to you. Bucky shoots Sam a dirty look before turning to you, sliding out of the booth, and taking your hand. The music has a nice thumping bass, and Bucky allows himself to get lost in it and in the moves your body makes.

While you were dancing side by side at first, it eventually migrated to the point where you're grinding against him, his bulge pressing against your ass while his fingers are digging into your hips. The tension between you two has been building for a long time, and relieving some of it right now feels good.

After dancing like this for a while, you turn to face Bucky, and he can see the way you're enjoying yourself. From the flush on your cheeks to the smile adorning your face, you're looking perfect, and Bucky has to stop himself from kissing you right now. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but if he goes down that path with you, he wants to do it right.

"Shall we go outside for a moment?" you ask him, and he nods. You lead him out, the cool air feeling pleasant against your skin.

"Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Doll?" he asks you, though he already knows the answer. Clearly, you're enjoying yourself, but he still wants to hear you say it.

"I am, but there's a reason I asked you out here. Away from everyone else's ears," you tell him, his curiosity piqued. He raises a brow as he looks at you, your lip pulled between your teeth as you muster up the courage to finally tell him what's on your mind. You've gotten this far, so now you have to pull through.

"The past few years with you have been amazing, Bucky, but I have noticed that something... changed," you say after a short moment. As soon as those words leave your mouth, Bucky's brows furrow, but you're quick to ease the thoughts in his head.

"I mean to say I'm in love with you, Bucky. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but it has. I understand if you don't feel the same about me, but I've been thinking about this for almost a year now-" is all you get to say before he pulls you against his chest as he dips down to capture your lips with his.

It's a soft, sweet kiss that has you melting into his touch, and neither of you wants it to end. When the need for air eventually takes over your brain, you hesitantly pull away, though your foreheads are still connected as you gaze into Bucky's bright blue eyes.

"I'm in love with you too, Doll, but I have another confession. I don't know how to be in a relationship," he says softly, and you smile at his confession.

"Good, that makes two of us. But if you want to, I want to figure it out together. Something about being with you feels right, and I want to explore it with you if you're open to it," you say, and he nods.

"I'd love nothing more, Doll," he says before he leans down and kisses you again, your head tilting slightly to the side as he does. All four other Avengers are whooping in excitement as the two of you kiss, but you don't care. All you can think about is Bucky and how his lips feel on yours.

"Finally, it took you guys long enough!" Tony says before everyone congratulates the two of you. Before you go back inside, Bucky grabs his phone from his pocket, and when he notices the time, he can't help but smile.

"Y'know what, Doll, out of all the 3 AM talks we've shared over the years, this is my favorite," he says as he shows you the time. You have stayed up with him during his nightmares or sleepless nights countless times, but you cannot agree more. This one is definitely your favorite.

"Happy birthday, Bucky," you tell him before pulling him in for a last kiss. Afterward, you go back inside, and all of you dance until the sun rises again, and it's time to go home. Bucky may have celebrated many birthdays in his life, but not a single one will ever top this one. There's no greater gift than hearing you confess your love for him, after all.

#BBEbuckybdaybash2024 #BaBB2023 #anyfandomaubingo #anyfandomfluffbingo #fandombingo #marvelsmashbingo #sebastianstanbingo #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭

“Don’t make a big deal,” Bucky said — “I have all I need right here,” he insisted. A shame, really, that he had thought that you had listened, and you wouldn’t make a big deal of it; he was so wrong, and he would be better off for being so, for when a paw touched your heart, it would never leave.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 🐾 Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 🐾 4.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 🐾 Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 🐾 I think this is the fluffiest thing I have ever written, and the visual of a certain scene seriously overwhelmed me with how fluffy it is — make sure to book in with your dentist after this one, folks. 🐾 Happy Birthday to the character that changed my life 🥳🎉

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 🐾 @buckybarnesevents — Bucky's Birthday Bash 🐾 @allcapsbingo 𝗢𝟮 — Alpine — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Bucky had made it expressly clear that his birthday was not a big deal, and it was to not be made into a ‘thing’. “‘M fine, doll. I have all I need right here,” he had said while holding you tightly.

Naturally, of course, you didn’t listen.

March rolled ‘round so fast it left you reeling. The days on the calendar steadily got crossed off until they reached the giant red circle around the big day, March 10th.

The morning air was crisp, and the yellow glow of the sun through the sheer drapes woke you from sleep, combined with the weight of Bucky’s arm draped over your hip–it wasn’t a surprise that you’d mistaken it for heaven.

Your plan was ninety-five percent set in stone, having called ahead the week before and yesterday, much to the amusement of the employees and volunteers you had spoken to – you were on a first name basis now, with all of them.

All that was needed for your plan to be one hundred percent certain, and ready to go?

Coffee. It was some damn good coffee.

“No,” Bucky’s muffled voice came from the crook of your neck when you moved, and you smiled. Testing the waters, you shifted again, only slightly. “I said no,” Bucky grumbled, his voice raspy with sleep. The arm resting over your hip moved to cradle just under your chest, the grip tight and firm. “Not gettin’ up.”

You shuffled and turned in his arms until you faced him, his arms still around you and holding you to his chest with no sign of relenting anytime soon. “Happy birthday, Buck,” you whispered, kissing him on the nose sweetly.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, pulling you impossibly closer. “Now lemme sleep.”

“C’mon.” Your hands pushed against his chest and he whined in protest. “You need to get up, babe.”

“Why?” Bucky cracked an eye open and stared at you suspiciously. “I told you this wasn’t a big deal.”

“I know,” you agreed, though you smiled innocently and widened your eyes so the sun’s rays would make them sparkle – Bucky could never resist that look, you knew. “But I didn’t listen.”

“Of course you didn’t listen,” Bucky sighed. You giggled and pushed back until he released you from his hold, and he rolled over onto his back with a groan. “Can I at least have some coffee before you spring anythin’ on me?”

“Sure, Sarge.” The bed sheets rustled as you moved to the edge of the bed. “We have a big day ahead of us, I don’t want you grumpy–well, grumpier than you usually are, for it.”

Bucky only grunted in response, and you chuckled.

The cup of hot coffee seemed to brighten Bucky up for your plan as you hoped, though the traces of frustration in his expression – the slight pout of his lips and the furrow of his brow when you consistently brushed off or denied his questions of just what the hell you had planned for the day, made you smirk cheekily. It was like dangling a prize just out of reach; a game that you were in the long haul for and wouldn’t ruin so soon, no matter how tempting his bribes were.

“You will just have to wait and see,” you said. Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes as he leant against the doorway, his arms crossed and lips still pouted in exaggerated defiance. You stared at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Bucky raised a brow, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Like what?”

“Like that,” you gestured to his face, then down to his chest that was straining against his Henley. “Don’t.”

“Oh, are you struggling, baby?” Bucky cooed and you glared at him. Bastard, you thought. “You wouldn’t struggle so much if you just told me, I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”

Oh, it was tempting.

“No,” you snapped, pointing a finger and jamming it into his chest–his much too toned and muscled chest that you wanted- “No, stop that, I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing, baby girl?” Bucky hummed and it was all you could do to not give in. You had to remain strong – his present counted on it! You groaned and stalked away to get dressed, leaving a laughing Bucky in your wake.

An hour later the two of you were dressed comfortably. Bucky wore a grey shirt and his favourite burgundy Henley, paired with jeans, the pair that fit his thighs so snuggly it was almost impossible to resist. A black baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, mostly ‘to keep his unruly hair in check’, though you knew it was because he didn’t want to be seen – be recognised.

“Now,” you started and Bucky looked at you curiously. “I need you to either use this,” you held up an eye mask that was nondescript and soft, “or you need to keep your eyes closed. It’s your choice, babe, but I want this to be a surprise.”

“Kinky,” Bucky muttered and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll just keep my eyes closed, promise.”

Bucky’s car came to life with a loud purr and he tensed next to you. “I won’t hurt your baby,” you laughed and Bucky looked at you guiltily, a small smirk on his lips betraying his playful nature. “Here,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your thigh. “Close your eyes for me–no funny business!” You shrieked when his hand moved higher and he laughed.

“Alright, alright.” Bucky’s hand moved closer to your knee and he closed his eyes as you put the car in gear. If Bucky’s grip tightened on the door handle, you ignored it.

The drive was only a short one, but your excitement to see his reaction made it stretch to be unbearable. Songs played over the radio while Bucky hummed along quietly and when you stopped at traffic lights, your hand found Bucky’s and you squeezed, making him smile softly.

“Almost there,” you said when a large park came into view. The energy that flooded you made you vibrate out of your skin with excitement, and Bucky picked up on it.

“Too much coffee, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled, and you shushed him while you pulled into an empty park – right out front of the building, where a sign painted with big block letters loomed over the windshield of his car.

SHELTER.

You turned the ignition and the car shut off, the once loud purr now silent so you could hear distant barks of the dogs running amok in the park and being led amongst the alleys and buildings.

“Are… are those, dogs?” Bucky shifted, furrowing his brows in confusion. “What-”

“We’re here, babe,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and holding it. He squeezed yours once and his head turned towards you, eyes still closed. “Open your eyes for me.”

Icy blue irises met yours and the pupils were blown, quickly shrinking to be normal while he stared at you with narrowed eyes, his suspicions still not confirmed. “Why are there dogs? Where are we?”

“Look.” You pointed out the windshield towards the sign.

Time slowed to a stop as Bucky turned his head so his gaze could focus on the sign. His lips, once set in a slight frown of confusion, opened wide to let out a gasp of shock. The grip he had on your hand tightened as he leant forward in his seat to stare at the sign – looking for any sign of a ruse, or a trick.

“It’s real, Buck–baby, we’re here,” you rushed when he started to tremble slightly. The shock and joy overwhelmed him and rendered him speechless. “Breathe for me.”

Bucky slowly took deep, grounding breaths and you smiled when he looked back at you with unrestrained glee, his eyes bright with tears. “Y-You brought me here? Here?”

“I did,” you said softly and Bucky hiccuped. “I know you’ve been wanting a pet of your own after your therapist suggested it–truth be told, she told me long before she told you, I’ve been hatching this plan for a while now. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Bucky just stared at you in wonder, and you stared back with all the love you could convey.

“Happy birthday, babe,” you whispered into the silence and a single tear fell down Bucky’s cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb and he leant into your touch. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you more, doll,” Bucky whispered.

“Now, c’mon!” You rushed, unbuckling your seat belt and opening the car door. “Let’s go!”

You held Bucky’s hand tightly as you led the way – Bucky was far too overwhelmed and staring at everything in awe, the dogs, their handlers, the hustle and bustle of the workers and volunteers.

The main reception was a small building, cosy and homely with soft neutral tones and wooden floor boards, with well-loved couches and seats scattered about the waiting area.

“Hey there! Welcome,” a lady said from behind the main desk. She was an elderly woman, her smile bright and happy. “What can I do for you?”

“I called ahead,” you said and supplied your name. Bucky was too busy taking in the environment to pay attention. “And this is Bucky.”

“Ah! Hello, dear,” the woman replied, a twinkle in her eye. “My name is Deb, take a seat for me and someone will be right out to bring you back.”

Bucky followed you without a word when you moved to sit on a couch to wait. There was soft music playing over the speakers and Bucky kept looking around, not in fear – the tells of his expression were only of nerves, and excitement. You placed your hand on his bouncing knee and smiled at him warmly. “You doing okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky said, his voice strained. “Just–just happy, I can’t believe it-”

You brought Bucky’s hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, a soothing act to his fraying nerves. “I know, I can’t wait.”

A call of your name came from the desk and you looked over to see another staff member, a woman about your age with dark hair. Her smile was contagious and she looked as though she was bouncing on the spot with excitement. “I’m Cherie,” she said, offering her hand to shake. “Come with me, I’ll take you back. Though I gotta warn you, they are extra cuddly today.”

“They?” Bucky whispered, and Cherie grinned.

“They,” Cherie affirmed. “It’s for the best that you dressed comfortably, you will likely be stuck with them for a while. Lil’ terrors, they are.”

Bucky looked at you with barely restrained excitement and you nodded encouragingly. “They,” he repeated just above a whisper. “Oh, no, baby–am I looking at-”

“Wait and see, Buck,” you replied, pulling him along. The corridors were bright with sunlight and painted in neutral tones, a natural, peaceful atmosphere you were grateful for. Bucky was already struggling with the fact he was out and about, throwing extreme levels of excitement in the mix and it would be a recipe for disaster if you weren’t careful.

“We’re just down here,” Cherie said cheerily, pointing towards a set of double doors with yellow paw prints painted along the bottom. “Are you ready?”

You looked at Bucky and he smiled nervously. “We’re ready,” you answered Cherie, still looking at Bucky. “You got this, babe, I’m here.” A squeeze to his hand that he returned zealously.

“Here we go,” Cherie gushed, her voice high in excitement and the double doors opened with a quiet whoosh. The sight made you gasp in shock while Bucky stared in awe. The room was vast. Glass pens filled to the brim with blankets and beds lined two opposing walls, while towering cat trees were placed against the far wall, their height perfect for the cats to look through a window that spanned the top half of the wall, the view of the play yards the perfect enrichment.

“Holy cow,” Bucky whispered, his eyes bright with wonder and curiosity. “Oh my-” A mewling noise cut him off and the two of you looked to the source.

Kittens.

Kittens of all shapes, colours, and sizes, were scrabbling against the glass door of their pen; their little mouths wide with cries for love and cuddles, for scratches and pets. It was enough to bring tears to your eyes, they were so damn cute.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, rushing over while Bucky stood rooted to the spot and staring wide eyed at the kittens jostling to get closer to your presence. “They’re so cute, oh my gosh!”

“That they are!” Cherie agreed. She was bustling around and grabbing large pillows and blankets. “This litter seems to be the cuddliest we’ve had yet, so you’re in luck.”

You looked over your shoulder and up to Bucky. “C’mere, babe, it’s okay,” you encouraged, offering a hand out for him to hold. “It’s okay.” Slowly, ever so slowly, Bucky took your offered hand and crouched down beside you. “Aren’t they adorable?”

“They are,” Bucky whispered, reaching a finger out to the glass and watching the kittens scrabble over one another just to touch, to feel the newcomer’s touch.

A shuffling sound and a soft plop echoed behind you, and you looked over to find Cherie placing two large pillows on the floor – close, but not too close. “Are you two ready for me to let them out?”

You stood and pulled Bucky up with you. He hadn’t worn his gloves today so you held his right hand, and grabbed a hold of the cold metal of his left. “Listen, babe,” you began softly, and Bucky finally tore his eyes away from the fluffy kittens to look at you. There was a glint in his eyes, a sparkle of happiness you hadn’t seen before – you immediately knew this was the best idea that his therapist could have come up with. “They’re gonna crowd you, they’re gonna be loud,” you continued, even softer. “But you are safe, you’re with me, and you won’t hurt them,” for emphasis, you squeezed his left hand and he glanced down at it, then back up at you. “I promise, okay?”

Bucky’s throat worked as he swallowed thickly, and he gave a slow, single nod. “Okay.”

God, you were so proud of him.

“We’re ready,” you said to Cherie, leading Bucky to the pillows. Sitting down with a quiet oof, you took Bucky’s hand and squeezed it while Cherie walked to the door of the pen. “Proud of you, babe,” you whispered to Bucky while Cherie’s back was turned, and he smiled happily.

“All right,” Cherie began, turning around so you could see her wide grin. “Batten the hatches, here they come.”

The door swung open, and it was pandemonium. Kittens ran everywhere, their cries and meows of determination to find their way to your laps first was incredibly endearing. A few stragglers chose to adventure rather than run amongst the charging cavalry.

“Whoa!”

You looked at Bucky quickly, afraid he was too overwhelmed, but instead your heart soared. Bucky was sitting stock still, wide-eyed, and his hands trembled slightly where they rested on his knees, but he was covered in kittens. They were climbing determinedly into his lap and up his stomach and up his arms with one mission in mind; to get the first cuddle from the newcomer.

Cherie was laughing softly from her place by the door and you followed suit. The look of wonder on Bucky’s face had only doubled in intensity as he watched the little balls of fluff fight over who got to his face first.

A small black kitten won the race in the end. Bucky moved so slowly, so carefully, to cradle it in his large hand where it mewled and rubbed over his fingers. The others continued to claw up his front until a calico reached his shoulder to meow right into Bucky’s ear, but he didn’t even flinch. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed, picking the calico up from his shoulder with his free hand, his left hand. “You’re so small…”

Your heart grew so big at the sight you were sure it would burst from your chest. Bucky was so gentle, so careful, with the kittens – treating them so delicately, even when he was petrified of the thought of hurting them with his strength. You knew he had it in him, but here he was, proving to himself that he was indeed capable of being gentle, of being a beefy, living, breathing cat tree.

Kittens were beginning to meander about, their curiosity winning out over the giant man in their presence in favour of coming to investigate you. “Hey, lil’ guys,” you whispered happily, scratching a ginger kitten and a brown kitten behind the ears. “You’re all so cute!”

You looked over at Bucky while you played with a black and white one that had barrelled its way through the ginger and brown one, and you paused. He was frozen with a lap full of kittens, though he wasn’t looking at them, any of them. “Babe, are you okay?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away and you grew worried, until you glanced towards where he was staring. A small kitten, no bigger than your palm, sat huddled just out of reach and it was shivering, the long white fur of its coat trembling with the movements of its body. It was a little odd – all of the other kittens were playful and bouncing around, though not this one.

“This little one had a rough start,” Cherie said softly, crouching down and offering an open palm to the tiny kitten. “Her mother was hit and killed by a car and this lil’ one was found in an alley. A young man brought her in, and she’s been in our care ever since. She only recently became old enough to be amongst this lot.”

“She’s so small,” Bucky said, looking at Cherie fully for the first time. “Why is she so small?”

“We don’t know,” Cherie answered sadly, a small frown tugging at the corner of her lips. “Though she is healthy, she’s just… small.”

“Can I-” Bucky began, but stopped. He started to chew his lip in thought.

You looked at him and watched his expression tighten, tears remarkably clouded his eyes and he frowned sadly. “What is it, babe?”

Bucky looked at you, almost pleading, then back to the kitten, and then up at Cherie. “Can I hold her?” His voice was small, quiet. Cherie looked taken aback at the question for a brief second but she covered it with a smile.

“Of course you can, love.” Cherie stood and shuffled back to the door. “Do you want the others to go back? We can take you to a quieter room for this lil’ nervous ball of fluff, yeah?”

“Yes, please,” Bucky murmured. He scratched a few of the kittens in his lap behind the ears and cooed to them in farewell, before picking them up carefully and offering them up to Cherie.

You helped Cherie herd the kitten back into their pen until the fluffy, tiny one remained; huddled on the floor and looking up at Bucky with bright, wide blue eyes.

“Hello, little one,” Bucky breathed, offering a hand to the small, adorable creature. “It’s okay, not gonna hurt you.”

Your heart seized at his words, and you smiled tearily to yourself.

The kitten didn’t move from its place on the floor, though it sniffed the air, its little nose wiggling with the effort and it was all you could do to not coo loudly. Bucky shuffled closer to the kitten and with baited breath, he reached forward and carefully picked her up from the floor. A loud mew suddenly left the kitten, startling all three of you, and it started purring in earnest.

“I think you have found the one, Bucky,” Cherie said quietly, a soft smile on her lips while she watched. “Come, there is a much quieter room where you can sit with this lil’ angel.”

Bucky looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes, a smile on his perfect lips. “Okay,” he said, slowly manoeuvring his way to his feet. “She’s very soft.” The small kitten mewed quietly when Bucky moved her so he could cradle her against his chest, the size of his hands dwarfing her even more.

“She is so cute, such a small lil’ thing,” you cooed, offering a finger for her to sniff. Bucky offered her to you to hold but you shook your head quickly, pushing his hands back against his chest so she could cuddle into his shirt. “I’ll get my fill of cuddles later, I don’t mind.”

Cherie led the two of you to a smaller, more intimate room with a floor to ceiling window on one side, and two couches placed opposite one another on a carpeted rug. A basket of toys sat next to a small cat tree, right by a small bowl of water. “Here you are,” she said, ushering you and Bucky inside. “I’ll be just down the hall, over there,” she pointed at another door labelled ‘employees only’, “if you need me, okay?”

“Thank you,” you beamed, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his attention wholly focused on the ball of fluff that was now wriggling in his hands. Cherie grinned and nodded before turning and departing your company.

“She is so soft,” Bucky marvelled quietly. “She’s like a cloud–a fluffy cloud.”

“She definitely is,” you agreed happily, taking a seat on the couch next to the toys. “Come sit, babe, she might want to play.”

Disregarding the couch entirely, Bucky sat cross-legged on the floor with his back against the opposing couch and took off his cap to place it behind him on a cushion. With the cap gone, his hair flowed freely and the kitten noticed, mewling softly as it attempted to crawl up to Bucky’s neck and hide in the curtain of his hair.

“Where you off to, little one?” Bucky chuckled. The kitten made a huffing noise as Bucky grabbed it gently and pulled it away so he could look into her face. “Look at’chu,” he cooed softly, bringing her closer to his face so they were almost nose to nose. “Isn’t she adorable?”

“The cutest,” you answered. A quiet gasp left you when the kitten booped her nose against Bucky’s, licking it once before beginning to purr again. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes, an unspoken ‘did you see that!’, you nodded, smiling happily. “I did, babe. I did.”

Hours passed in that room, the sun was high in the sky by the time you went and looked for Cherie. Bucky had spent the entire time cooing softly and playing with the kitten, and you knew she was the one for him when he started to cry when she grabbed his left forefinger between her paws and looked up at him. Somehow, her eyes were full of adoration – it was like she was human at that point.

Once you had found Cherie, you had brought her back to the room but gestured to keep quiet. She peered over your shoulder and you both watched while Bucky held the kitten up to his face so she could rub over his cheek, the volume of her purrs audible even in the doorway. “She’s the one,” Cherie whispered, and you nodded – you wholeheartedly agreed.

While you filled out the paperwork, Bucky held the kitten, cradling her against his neck where she curled happily amongst the loose hair from under his cap. Deb had smiled so wide when she spied the two of you walking back to reception with, “The cutest bundle of fluff I ever did see,” and had hurried to grab the paperwork that you were almost finished with.

“Now if there are any issues, just give us a call and we would be happy to help,” Cherie said. Her hand stretched out to scratch the kitten one last time and Bucky didn’t flinch at the initiation. “You take care now, y’hear?”

“I hear,” Bucky mumbled, smiling contentedly while stroking the kitten. “Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, love,” Cherie replied, and Deb nodded.

“It has been wonderful seeing your family grow.”

You offered the completed paperwork back to Deb, and rested a hand on Bucky’s arm. “You guys have been amazing, thank you for helping me make his birthday special.”

The drive home was full of Bucky making soft cooing noises at the kitten and petting her, the fact that you were driving his car didn’t even cross his mind – you knew that for a fact because he didn’t wince or complain playfully about your driving, not even once.

“Have you thought of a name, Buck?” You asked, pulling into the driveway and turning the car off. Bucky nodded once and continued to coo at the kitten. “Let’s get her inside, you take her and I’ll grab the supplies they gave us.”

As soon as the door swung open, Bucky made a beeline for the living room to sit on his side of the couch. You sighed and hauled everything in, content to see Bucky so happy with his gift – a very successful plan, if you said so yourself.

The day went by gracefully slowly, the hours stretching on while Bucky settled her into your home. It was close to dinner time when you asked again. “What’s this angel’s name, babe?”

Bucky looked up at you while you stood in the kitchen, his perch on the couch the perfect spot for you to see him carding through her fur while she dozed. “Her name is Alpine,” he said happily. “And she’s my second best girl.”

You laughed and made your way over, moving to sit down on the couch next to Alpine, but Bucky grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to sit in his lap. He wasted no time in cradling you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck while he breathed you in.

“Thank you, for today,” Bucky mumbled into the comfortable silence. “I’m one lucky fella to call you mine, baby girl.”

“You’re welcome, Bucky,” you said quietly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I’m the lucky one here, I promise.”

The two of you sat in silence while you watched the slow rise and fall of Alpine’s side while she breathed deeply, content and fast asleep from the exhausting day of playing and her many adventures.

“‘M gonna say it again, babe,” you started, yawning part way through. Bucky rubbed your side and nuzzled closer. “Happy birthday.” You felt Bucky smile, the tug of his lips tickling the side of your neck while his breath fanned over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, placing a single kiss on the column of your throat. “I love you so much.”

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Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

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