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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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wallpaper

summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1000

warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers, this was just a dumb idea i had

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The first time Bucky changed the wallpaper on your phone, it was an accident - kind of. He sat on your couch, lazily scrolling through the photos of Alpine you insisted he looked at, because you simply couldn’t resist having a Halloween photoshoot with her while he was off on yet another mission, leaving her in your trusting hands. He was happy you were in the kitchen, because he would never let you see the smile he wore as he browsed the album, chuckling silently to himself over how elaborate these photos were. His mood swiftly changed when he swiped incorrectly, an array of different options suddenly presenting themselves to him. He swore under his breath as he tried to make them go away, but he only made it worse as the option to change your wallpaper came up. With an annoyed huff, he just kept tapping, figuring that eventually he would get it back to how it was. After a few more grueling seconds, he sighed in relief as he was once more face to face with Alpine sitting inside a jack-o-lantern candy bucket - how was he supposed to know that photo was now both your lockscreen and homescreen?

“Did you change my lockscreen?” you curiously asked when you finally sat back down beside him, taking your phone and checking it for any new messages.

“Did I what?” he asked in confusion, his head snapping up from his own phone to look at you with a scrunched brow.

You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly.

“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.”

You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while.

The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose.

“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back.

“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags.

“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.

It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.

“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo?

He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.

From that moment on, it became a game for him.

Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.

A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it.

As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.

Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year.

It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use.

He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you.

It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this.

For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it.

He couldn’t.

It was his wallpaper, too.

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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that.

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you’ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs.

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles.

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls.

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs.

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby.

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point. You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one. You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

“too much f’you?” You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you.

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten.

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal.

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had.

“please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you.

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair.

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?”

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck.

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately.

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

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lostgirlmuseum · 6 months

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Pulse 💗

Summary: Bucky can hear your heartbeat through the wall, and he can tell everything isn’t alright.

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader

Words: 600 (exactly 600, holy moly)

Warnings: None really, just mentions of anxiety and adhd. Wrote this within an hour, sorry if its bad

A/N: Self indulgent fic alert! This goes out to all my peeps who struggle with ADHD/anxiety. It sucks, but hang in there!

Divider credit: @saradika

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up from the papers on your desk.

A brief second passed, and the door creaked open. A cautious Bucky peeked his head in.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

You suddenly became aware of your leg bouncing 70 miles an hour, and forced yourself to stop.

“Yes, why?” You replied, ignoring the urge to get up and walk around.

“Well, I—” he hesitated, and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, “I was passing by and I heard your heartbeat going really fast—super hearing and all that,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“120,” you stated, glancing at your watch.

“What?”

“My heart rate is 120 right now.”

“That’s pretty high for just sitting,” he responded, having a hard time hiding his concern.

“Well, y’know, anxiety,” you breathily laughed, but it wasn’t that funny.

“What are you anxious about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing.” You sighed, lowering your pen and facing him. At this point he was now in your room, perched in front of your door.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Seriously, I’m kinda freaking out over nothing right now.”

“C’mon, you’re always telling me I’m valid for having concerns, you are too.”

“No, I mean there is literally no singular thing I’m anxious about right now—it’s just physical anxiety, the general feeling that I’m going crazy, or dying, I don’t know, both I guess. That sounds so dramatic. I really am fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but I am, yeah?” You rambled on and on, and cursed yourself when you noticed your leg had started bouncing again.

“I don’t think you’re okay, do you want me to bring you to Dr. Cho?”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think there’s much she can do. The worst of this should pass in thirty minutes anyway, it’s just my meds.”

“Oh.”

You could tell Bucky wanted to ask more, but wasn’t sure if it was polite.

“I have ADD. ADHD, whatever you want to call it. So I take medicine so I can focus on certain tasks, like these reports. And it does help me focus, but it’s also a stimulant, so it also gives me a lot of anxiety, which is totally awesome!” You scoffed.

“Why do you keep stopping your leg from bouncing?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to annoy you.”

“If bouncing your leg makes you feel better, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I feel like I’m embarrassing myself,” you whined.

Beep.

You looked at your watch.

“Oh, look at that, 126!”

“Do you—would…would a hug be something that would help you? Calm you down?” He offered, casually putting his arms out for emphasis.

“Sure, Bucky,” you smiled, and stood up to meet him halfway. You knew it wouldn’t fix it, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Bucky wrapped you in a big embrace, and you were shocked by how warm and teddy-like it was. You gave a small sigh, and rested your face in his neck, knowing you weren’t going to be the first to let go.

He held onto you for longer than you expected, just calmly swaying together in your room.

To your dismay, he eventually let go of you. You were about to thank him and return to your work, but he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your watch to his sight.

“107. Good, but I think we can do better than that,” he sweetly smiled, and wrapped you back up into his arms.

“It might take a while.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“As long as it takes.” He cooed.

A/N: Should be either A) studying for a history exam I have tmw, or B) writing my stupid essay that the rough draft is due tmw, but I wrote this instead bc I’m procrastinating HELP ME

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dailyreverie · 1 year

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Sleepy prompt 13 with bucky please <3

Hi there!! Thanks for requesting 🥰 I lost track of how many tropes are in here (bed sharing, idiots in love, mutual pining, fake couple, just to mention some) so... yeah... I hope you like it!

13. “For someone who claims to not be a cuddler, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself all night.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns, reader is called doll)

Word count: 617

For being your first night of the undercover mission, you really couldn’t complain about your sleep. You expected endless tossing, not being able to catch a single minute of sleep, when, in reality, the second your head hit the pillow you were out. You even had the privilege to oversleep, only waking up when your stomach growled at the first hint of the smell of food being prepared.

The scent of coffee guided you through the apartment, tumbling in your step still in the process of waking up, until you found Bucky in the kitchen preparing two mugs. You watched him from the kitchen island, his back to you as he poured milk into the mugs. Bucky, your brand new husband according to the mission files, with whom you recently moved into your newlywed apartment in the same complex where, apparently, a bunch of ex-hydra people lived.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He said elongating the word, all serious as he is, just toying with the new term on his lips. If he liked it, you couldn’t tell.

“Morning, babe.” You did the same, your voice still raspy from the lack of use making you cringe a little, and when it made his heart skip a beat he knew it: it was over for him.

It was obvious why it would be you and him playing the undercover couple, if anyone bantered like one already married for ages that would be Bucky and you; you got each other, simple as that. The chemistry was almost palpable, and Sam could swear he saw him smile every time you entered the room.

“Slept well?” He joked at the sight of you, hair in a bun pushed sideways and your head resting on your hand.

“I did,” You stretch your arms, sleep still making them a bit numb. “I’m guessing you did too because, y’know, for someone who claims not to be a cuddler, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself all night.” Bucky rolls his eyes and glares at you, but the smirk on his lips gives him away; he can’t be mad at you, not even with your endless teasing. Right, that’s why you slept so well. “Is it going to be a regular thing? A heads-up would have been nice.” You match his discreet smile, one he’s trying and failing to hide behind his mug.

“Don’t you dare cuddle me, Barnes.” You said last night when tucking into the only bed available. “Or you’ll fall in love.”

“In your dreams, doll.” …oh little did you know.

“Ha ha ha,” Bucky mocks, the smile growing on his face. “Well, what can I say, doll? You were the one who got closer to me first. What else could I do?” When he hands you your coffee and leans over the counter, ending face to face with you, you are faced with the penetrating blue of his eyes, tired and sleepy still as were yours.

“You could have pushed me away.” You speak after a sip of coffee, the mug still covering half your face trying to avoid him discovering the crippling red color that was expanding over your face and neck. “Act all macho husband and claim your space.”

“Push you away?” He bit his cheek and visibly swallowed his words as he thought of what to say without giving himself away, only looking at you in hopes you would somehow read his mind. “Never.”

You shared a smile as you both had another sip of coffee, his eyes still piercing yours as you both fell into a comfortable, homey silence. The mission was forgotten for a while, because hydra or not hydra, you didn’t mind this new morning routine of yours.

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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just something stuck in my head-

“Don’t you dare say I’m heavy,” you hiss between clenched teeth as you put one leg over Bucky’s shoulder and then another. You cursed quietly in your head as you rested a hand on top of his head.

Bucky was currently crouched to the ground, both of his hands touching the floor to keep balance as you got onto his broad shoulders, head bowed. You both were currently in the middle of a mission; it was supposed to be a simple recon but then Bucky had decided he wanted to plant some mics in the house.

So here you two were, on top of the building, climbing higher to come in from above.

“Are you alright?” Bucky murmured and you made a noise in return, exhaling the breath you held with a nod.

“Yeah.”

His warm hands found your thighs and your cheeks darkened red, happy he couldn’t see your face. “Here I go,” he warned standing full height.

When his fingers dug into your thighs, squeezing your thighs tighter around his head you stuttered out a, “wh-what’s wrong?” A little fear forming in your head that you were too heavy to be on the super soldiers' big shoulders.

Bucky grunted, shaking his head softly between your plush thighs. “The sensation,” he said and you felt your face get redder from his actions, “S’nice.”

“Bucky, were on a job,” you stumbled out, heart racing as your fingers curled in his hair. He kept your thighs squished to his face with a hum.

And then he sighed through his nose, getting you closer to the top window you needed to open to get in.

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mrsbarnesxxx · 10 months

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But he can...

Summary: You get ambushed and Bucky has to save you. Based on the "say hi buddy" sound on TikTok.

Warnings: language, violence, bucky with guns, hydra agents, short fic.

You looked around the room searching for that one hydra file. You felt something faintly brush your leg and you looked down to see a wire across the floor. "Shit." I say raising my hand to hit my com to let them know about the impending ambush. "I wouldn't sweetheart." A voice says from behind me. I turn to see a two men, both holding large guns, pointed at me.

"Don't even think about it." One says.

"Doll? You there?" Bucky asks after a beat of silence.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, let's be civil about this, okay?" I say holding up my hands. I hit my com on my way to put my hands up.

"Civil? You're being held at gunpoint, sweetheart." One of the men says.

"Shit. Hold on, babe." I hear Bucky say, panic lacing his tone.

"Alright. Alright. Let's make a deal!" I say.

"Shit! Hold on doll, I'm almost to you." I hear Bucky say in my ear.

"You surrender, and you don't die. How does that sound?" I smile. They laugh and you see Bucky in the doorway but you hold him off.

"And how do you intend to kill us?" One asks.

"We have your guns." The other says.

"Oh I can't kill you, but my husband can. Say hi, husband." I smile.

"Hi." Bucky says emerging with a sadistic smirk.

"S-soldat." One says recognizing him. He starts saying words in Russian which I can only assume are Bucky's trigger words. He just smirks and licks his lips. Why is he so hot!

"That's not me anymore." He says before taking the two men out. "You okay?" he asks.

"That was so hot." I giggle and he kisses me softly.

"Let's go, doll." He smiles raising his gun again as we walk through the halls.

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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Sweet Like Syrup | B. Barnes

Roommate! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky runs out of syrup, which means that he’s now dragging you along to the store with him to get more, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s one in the morning.

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Little bit of language, but other than that it’s just super fuckin’ fluffy hehe

Author’s Note: This is pretty short, but I really liked this idea and just wanted to get it out :,)) Lmk if you wanna see anymore roommate!bucky drabbles/blurbs <3

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Bucky was a sneaky man.

It’s why you almost didn’t catch him standing by your door, his eyes wandering, deciding if he really should wake you up.

Thankfully you were trained better than that, and peek your eyes open once you catch the sound of his breathing.

And the incredibly long sigh he lets go of.

“Buck… is there a reason you’re standing creepily outside my door?” You mumbled, your voice softened by your pillow.

He shifted his weight onto his other foot, his hand coming to scratch at his stubble. “I’m out of syrup.” He said as if it was obvious.

You groaned, stretching your sleepy limbs out while you pawed at your eyes, turning your body to the door. The red digital numbers of your clock shone bright. It was 1:27 in the morning.

“It’s one in the morning, Buck. Can’t this wait until the sun comes up?” It apparently couldn’t wait until the sun came up, at least by the sight of Bucky already dressed and with his boots on, the house keys twirling between his vibranium fingers.

“No. Please come with me?” He whines, a shy smile tugging on his lips.

You roll your eyes, a wide yawn contorting your face. A huff, then another, and one final huff for good measure- and you’re pushing up out of bed. Not without flipping Bucky off, though, which he dramatically gasped at.

You fumbled around your room, deciding to just throw on a sweatshirt that was two sizes too big and toss on your glasses instead of trying to get your contacts in while half asleep. Bucky waited impatiently at your door, staring you down. When you finally had your bearings together you faced him, brows up expectantly.

“Whatcha waiting for? Let’s go.” You grinned, shooing him out of your room with your hands patting along his chest.

The walk to the twenty-four hour mart was short, the store only being a few blocks down from the apartment. The fluorescent white lights from inside got brighter as you neared the automatic doors, Bucky’s hand closing over yours as the two of you stepped inside.

It was a habit of his, holding your hand. It was easy. Natural. Like breathing. Honestly- maybe even easier than that. It wasn’t a recent development, but something he started doing a few years back whenever the two of you were in large or crowded places. He had told you that it started because of the profound feeling he often got to protect you. If he was holding onto your hand- he could get to you faster if something happened. But one night your curiosity piqued when he reached out for your hand in Sam’s backyard during a cook-out, the only people there being friends of yours that you had known for years, unsure as to why Bucky would feel the need to protect you there of all places.

‘I just like havin’ you close, alright? Don’t make it weird…’ He had said that night in a breathy laugh, playing off how fast his heart was racing.

His heart was thumping similarly now, though quite calmer as this was routine. It led most strangers to jump to the conclusion that you two were together, but you didn’t mind the stares. You didn’t even notice them anymore.

Bucky led the both of you to the far aisle, your sneakered feet tromping against the linoleum floor. He crouched down, eyeing the handful of syrup choices on the shelves.

‘We never had so many choices back in my day. You had one or two at most, but you were lucky if you could even afford syrup- especially during the Depression.’ You remember him telling you the first time you went grocery shopping together. Bucky always had something to say when it came to shopping, mainly about the outrageous prices stores were charging nowadays. ‘Goddamn.’ Bucky had quipped, his eyes raking the pricing stickers that lined the shelves of the large grocery store you had taken him to. ‘See, in the 30s, Ma would give Becca and I a nickel or two and we’d run to one of those penny restaurants if they were open, and we’d wait in line no matter the weather. For less than ten cents we’d get enough food to last us through the week! Loafs of fresh bread and sacks of potatoes… and if we were really fuckin’ lucky, one of the older ladies that worked there would’ve made some jars of maple syrup that we could buy. I’m tellin’ you, they need to bring those prices back.’

“Do we still have enough pancake mix or should we get some more while we’re here?” He asked, pulling his head up to look at you, the white buzzing lights reflecting back from his pupils.

You hummed, squatting down next to him to look over the choices. “No, I got an extra box last time we were at the store…” You trailed off, your hand coming to grab at one of the many brown bottles. “Here, this one should last us awhile.” You turned the molded plastic toward Bucky, a large dopey smile on your face. “Look it, it’s shaped like a bear. Ain’t that cute…”

Bucky grinned from your words, remembering exactly why he loved you so damn much. An eternal ray of sunshine would be the only accurate way to describe you- even though Bucky had woken you up at one in the morning for a syrup run you still beamed at him like you had won the fucking lottery.

What outstanding deed could he have possibly done to end up with you in his life?

He cannot screw this up.

“Very cute.” He agreed, poking at your side. “Now c’mon, we got some waffles to make.”

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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a misunderstanding

summary: a misunderstanding and a revelation change the tide of your relationship with bucky

pairing: 40s!bucky x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: this got mildly angsty and i didn't mean to, bucky is lowkey a fuckboy (or is he?), happy ending, steve as comedic relief

a/n: here is day 1 of my sweet summer writing challenge! i know it's a little early but also i took several extra requests so i figured i'd go ahead and get started :) prompt for this one is “it must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

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The crackling sound of the record player filled the small apartment, accompanied by your soft steps to the beat along the kitchen tile.

You continued stirring the pot on the stove, cutting it down to simmer when a knock sounded at your front door. You wiped your hands off on the apron tied around your waist and cut the knob down in the tinkering jazz as you passed it, stepping towards the door and pulling it open.

“Hey there, doll,” said the man on the other side. Not the one you were expecting.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked, trying your best not to sound annoyed. It would only fuel his ego.

Bucky Barnes was, in no uncertain terms, an insufferable blockhead. But it just so happened that you shared a best friend, and it remained in your best interest not to chuck him in the East River. For now.

“Got caught up with Mrs. Johnson. She wanted a new mural painted on the front window and we ran into her on our way here. He shouldn’t be too long.”

Which, in Steve terms, meant dinner would probably be cold before his perfectionist ass had painted the perfect picture of bread or milk or whatever other sale the Johnsons wanted to advertise this week. It also meant that you were stuck in Bucky’s presence for the evening, because Steve would hand him his ass if he left you alone after you had spent the afternoon cooking.

Not to mention that, even though it was supposed to just be Steve tonight, you had already made extras for the very likely possibility that Bucky tagged along. He didn’t seem to be aware of the animosity between the two of you, though you couldn’t ever forget the harsh words that had changed your attitude towards him forever.

It had been a couple years, you had just gotten off your shift at the bar on the corner and you were supposed to meet Steve and Bucky for a late dinner. You hadn’t been friends with them long, only a couple of months, but it had been long enough that you were surprised to see that Bucky didn’t have a girl hanging off his arm.

That’s usually how your meetups went - Steve looking happy to see you and Bucky focusing solely on the unlucky dame who would wind up with a broken heart the morning after. But that night was different, with no one but your two friends in sight as you shuffled down the street, pulling your ragged coat tighter around you as the New York winter picked up. Bucky’s back was facing you, so he didn’t see you approach, and you caught the tail end of his rant.

“-always fucking everything up! I don’t see why you even bother with her anymore.” He sounded angry, nothing like the usual laid back and charming James Barnes, and you knew without a doubt that he was talking about you.

Instead of interrupting their conversation, you brushed past them on the sidewalk, practically shouldering Bucky out of your way. He called after you, but you kept walking without a word. You didn’t see either of them again for a week, and by then you were resigned to act like it never happened. You never spoke of it again, even when Steve asked you over and over again what had happened between you and Bucky.

You figured neither one of them thought you were close enough to have overheard Bucky’s insult, and that’s why their thick heads couldn’t figure what might have changed that night.

“-any help?” You were brought back to the present by Bucky’s voice, right in front of your face, and you realized you had no idea what he had said.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you needed any help, doll. Can’t let my best girl do all the work herself.” He winked at you, and for the first time since that night, his casual flirting made you see red.

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” Though your face carried a sickeningly sweet smile, the sharp tone in your voice must have thrown Bucky off. You didn’t dwell on it, though, simply brushing past him into the kitchen.

“Hey,” he caught your wrist as he passed, and you wrenched it from his grasp. He took a step back, obviously feeling the anger that was radiating from you. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“As if you don’t know,” you snapped, inhibitions down enough that you were ready to lay your grievances bare. “But that’s right, I just fuck everything up anyways! How could I ever think that the great James Barnes might be the problem for once?”

“Fuck everything up? I don’t understand. I don’t think you fuck anything up, Y/N.” The sincerity of which he said your name gave you pause, and when you looked at him, he seemed genuinely confused. Your anger waned enough for you to explain that night, and how badly it had hurt your feelings.

“I was talking about Dot. That night, she had cornered Steve at the dance hall again, acting all sweet on him. Just like she had done every other night in the few weeks before. And then she left him high and dry, trying to make moves on me when I went out back for a smoke. I thought she was using him - which she was, by the way - and I wanted him to cut it out.

“He got mad at me when he walked out and she was trying to shove her hand in my pants. Thought I was jealous he was gettin’ attention or somethin’.”

You weren’t angry anymore, not after the bomb Bucky had just dropped. Instead you just felt numb, and stupid, to have spent so long holding a grudge for no reason.

“I thought you really liked Dot, though, why wouldn’t you have taken your chance anyways?” It seemed like the most trivial thing in the world to ask, yet it was what your brain chose to focus on.

“Well besides the fact that tried to get to me by using my best friend, I’ve had my eye on one dame for a while now.” You tried not to let your heart constrict at the thought, and you tried to remember a girl he had talked about since then that may have caught his eye. But you couldn’t remember a single one in the years since that night.

You figured he had grown tired of your sarcastic comments about his promiscuous behavior, and kept the girls away from you, but maybe you were wrong. Maybe there hadn’t been any since then. You didn’t want to let yourself entertain the idea, so you threw out a random name.

“No, not Beth,” he responded. “It’s you, Y/N. I’ve been holdin’ out for ya, and I get now that I really hurt you, but I’ll keep holdin’ out until you kick me to the curb.”

You didn’t let your mind make any decisions as you lurched toward him, instead letting your heart take the lead. Because up until that winter night, you had been pining for Bucky just like every other girl in a 50 block radius, but you kept it to yourself, knowing his dating habits - or lack thereof - and your friendship with him and Steve both was more important to you.

You could have never let yourself hope he might feel the same, that he might want you beyond a single night. But that hope was reignited as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him and slotting his mouth against yours.

The two of you were so lost in each other, so lost in the moment that had unknowingly been building for years, that you didn’t hear the knock at the door, or the creak of the hinges as it opened. It wasn’t until a heavy thud sounded against the floorboards that your sprung apart, both turning to see Steve, shocked, in the doorway.

“I’m thirty minutes late for dinner, and this is what I miss?”

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peteyprecious616 · 1 year

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Snowed in

Just little blurbs of being snowed in with Bucky. Might write a few more because why not

*Now that I’m home from college for break, I’ve grown accustomed to waking up with the home shopping channels, and home renovation shows to be on tv 24/7. Why not be daydreaming about him while they’re playing in the background. Especially being stuck in a snowstorm these past few days has made me grow bored.

Warnings: some language but overall fluff

I hope everyone is having a great holiday or weekend!

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Watching tv with Bucky

“We need this Bucky,”

You grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at the hundredth item being shown on tv that was being sold to you and Buck with urgancy. The sellers had you, your attention, and his wallet wrapped around their fingers.

“No we don’t. What are we going to do with-“

“What if I need to deep fry something?”

You had almost become a salesmen on your own. You created a script in your mind, trying to convince him and yourself that the "compound" needed it. A deep fryer. Even though Stark had almost everything available at the touch of a button.

“Baby, we barely have the space if we just bought the mixer.”

But you were a pretty cute salesman. You got him to buy the mixer when you told him you'd make him all the cookies he wanted.

“But they said that this would be the lowest price that anyone is offering right now. We’ll miss it if we don’t buy it now.”

“Hon, I don’t know. Sometimes they just say that to just-“

“It’s the deal of the day! We need this. We do.”

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2. Bucky steals your cheetos

“Answer me, now.”

A small meow echoed behind you as you both stared questionably at the orange crime scene before you.

“Alpine told me everything.”

That little snitch. He would’ve gotten away with it too.

“Buck, show me your hands.” Your arms crossed, waiting for the evidence to show in flaky, orange fingerprints.

“Doll, I promise I didn’t eat your Cheetos,” he whined. They were just sitting there staring at him. Now the empty bag shoved under the couch unraveled and crinkled, almost laughing at his failure. This would be the end.

“Oh yeah then who did i-“

“Sam.”

Problem solved. All he has to do now is run. Seems easy enough.

You leaned into his space, his legs frozen to the couch as your face was inches from his. Your breath touched his left cheek, lips brushing his skin.

“Buck, if you’re going to lie about stealing my stuff, you might want to get rid of the lingering evidence you seemed to leave in plain sight.”

Shit. Where? The empty bag hidden, his hands cuddled under the blanket. What else was he miss-

You kissed the Cheeto dust off his lips, before he could even think about how he messed up.

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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bucky barnes and numer 2 ? ❤️

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One moment Bucky's standing there at your door, his hand still raised from knocking on it repeatedly, and the next he's surrounding you. His arms swallow you whole, not caring that you're still damp from the shower he couldn't wait to let you finish. His scent fills the air, a mix of his body wash and a lingering tinge of gunsmoke that never seems to go away. It's rich and all consuming and his voice is deep in your ear when he squeezes you close.

"I think about you," he whispers into your hair like some sacred secret. A breath shudders from his lips as he cradles the back of your head, "Ceaselessly."

And you're not even mad that he interrupted your post-mission routine anymore because, fuck, you've been waiting for him to admit that he wants you too for a long fucking time.

"I want you. I need you." Bucky fills your stunned silence with soft kisses pressed to your cheeks, you chin, your throat, all over your face like he's mapping it out so he never forgets.

The smacking sound of his lips on the tip of your nose shocks you into a giggle and now you're smiling, laughing as you return the favor with kisses of your own. You jump into his arms when he moves his hands to your thighs and he carries you back to your bedroom, slamming your door behind him maybe a little too hard.

He apologizes, for the door and door waiting so long, as he drops you on your bed. "So damn long. Could've had you under me sooner. I won't make you wait any longer, honey."

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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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I just wanna bite bucky or like bap him on the nose.

Like get smacked, bitch/aff

You both froze in shock, your eyes wide as your hand hung in the air between the two of you - finger still pointed.

"Did you just-" his voice rang out, quiet and unsure.

"I couldn't help it," you whispered in return, just as surprised as he was.

"You couldn't help it?" he repeated, arching an eyebrow at you.

"You just-... you're so cute," you muttered sheepishly, feeling your face begin to flush with warmth.

"I'm cute?" he scoffed, as if you just insulted him.

You nodded, hesitating before saying more. "Yeah. You-... you get this lil scrunch on your face when you laugh and it- I couldn't help it!"

His lips twitched as his eyes sparkled with amusement, but he quickly cleared his throat and set his face in stone again. "I'm not cute. I'm deadly."

"Yeah, deadly cute," you mumbled, a grin tugging at your own lips as you tapped his nose once more.

His face scrunched up as you did so, causing giggles to erupt from your mouth as you watched with glee; resulting in him losing the fight against being annoyed and grinning softly at you, shaking his head in amusement as affection danced in his eyes.

"So, if you get to do that to me for being cute," he began, his grin morphing into a mischievous one. "What do I get to do to you for being adorable?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your face flushed as he looked at you, eyebrow raised as he waited expectantly for an answer.

"'Cause I got a few ideas, you know," he said casually, leaning his shoulder into the back of the couch as he gazed at you.

The look on his face was enough to get you out of your seat, grinning widely as you backed away from him. "Gotta catch me first, Barnes."

Accepting the challenge, he took his time getting up - giving you a head start. You squealed in delight, turning on your heels and running down the hall.

Bucky followed casually behind you, watching in adoration as you scurried away. He knew he'd catch you easily - you both knew it - but he'd hold off a few seconds more.

He just wanted to listen to your giggles a little bit longer.

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buckybabieboy · 9 months

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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

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“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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Solitary Confinement

Prompt: Febuwhump Day 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (gender not specified)

Words: 462

Warnings: Mentions of death, small space, pretty much whatever solitary confinement suggests

A/N: Sorry it's so short, and lacking a lot of Bucky. I just wanted to get the ball rolling to see if I can still write lol. Lemme know if there is a specific prompt/day you'd like me to do

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Decay. That was the only word you could think of.

There were no windows in your cell. No cracks to let the light in. You were submerged in darkness. You had a small toilet right next to the thin mattress on the floor. If you needed the toilet, you had to stumble blindly to find it. The only upside to the small room was that you never had to stumble far to find what you needed.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in there. When they had first thrown you in there, you counted the meals in order to keep track of the days. But it didn’t take you long to realize that the meals weren’t served at the same time, let alone every day.

You were dead.

You were dead, you had to be. You were sure of it.

You were dead, and living your afterlife in this void of mildew and decay.

At first it was cold, so fucking cold, but now you didn’t even shiver. You didn’t have the energy. Rigor mortis had begun to set in, your stiff muscles chaining you to the damp concrete ground where you had laid for your entire death.

You couldn’t feel—

You couldn’t feel.

You just stared into the black just as you had done for the entire two weeks, months—god, had it been years?

You couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten here in the first place.

There was no before, and there is no after. You are bones. You are ash. You are decay.

And without warning: light.

Light?

Everything was blurry, you couldn’t make out the picture in front of you. You cowered back, curling in on yourself to protect yourself from the inevitable beating.

One rough and one cool hand met your back. They felt familiar, from a time so distant that you couldn’t believe it was real.

A frantic voice penetrated your ears, but you couldn’t make out the words. It was just noise.

Bucky hovered over you, tears falling from his eyes as he witnessed you. He wanted to tell you that he found you, he never stopped looking, that he was going to get you home. But the only word he could form was your name, leaving his lips countless times. It was a question, it was fact, it was a prayer and a plea.

He brushed his thumb over your cracked lips and pulled your body into his. You didn’t fight him, but you didn’t welcome him either. Did you even recognize him?

Bucky held you so close that he couldn’t see the wobble of your mouth as you tried and struggled to speak.

Finally, your dry and fractured voice rang, “Bucky.”

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dailyreverie · 7 months

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Hello! I'd like to request a Bucky x reader fic with prompt number 30 please! Thank you <3

Thank you so much for requesting! Here's a little thing of Bucky being very much in love 🥰

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30. Nightgown September prompt list

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem. reader

Word count: 921

Warnings: Vague descriptions of reader's body, mature talk, mentions of Bucky getting steamy.

With every step Bucky took he felt his legs getting more and more tired. It had been a long week of fighting the bad guys across the world, and the simple thought of a flight of stairs being the only thing keeping him away from you, made him feel like he was still thousands of miles away. He longed for you like never before, if only he could skip every step and be in your arms, instead of facing the windy night of the streets of New York.

The scent of home greeted him the moment he opened the door, an unconscious smile reaching his lips when all the signs of you being there started to come together: the freshly bought flowers, the muffled sounds of you mixing something in the kitchen, the soft music playing in the background, the smell of food being cooked, your shoes long forgotten by the table… he followed every clue until the final piece met his ears. “Buck?” Your voice. God, how much he missed hearing your voice.

He was about to answer, he really was, but what he sees in the kitchen takes away every word he has ever known. “Doll,” his voice is a helpless breath. You are a vision in silk, the fog that invaded his brain before starting to float away at the sight of the nightgown that so delicately hugged your body. “What’s that?” His eyes scanned you up and down, taking their time to really look at you.

“What? Dessert?” You turned around with false innocence, hiding behind the glass of wine you had been drinking hoping he wouldn’t see the heat of your cheeks, but your innocent smile only lured him in more. Bucky took a couple of steps towards you, approaching you slowly, your whole body trembling just from how he looked at you.

“Doll,” he warned again, his voice deep rumbling in his chest. “What. Is. This.” With every word, his eyes lingered on a different part of your lightly covered body until he finally reached you, his fingers traveled down the side of your body, feeling your skin, tangling in the silk of the gown.

“I found it in a vintage store down the street. A nightgown, I think that’s what this is called.”

“Oh, trust me, I know what it is called.” Bucky never thought he would ever see something like that ever again, much less on you. You looked like a ghost from a past life making him a visit, a friendly ghost, one that was there to be sure he was doing well in his new life. “Aren’t you cold?” He pushed the robe off your shoulder slightly, just enough to be able to kiss a feather-like kiss on the skin there. “It’s starting to get chilly outside, don’t want you getting sick.”

“A little, the wine was helping.” He kissed away the quick chuckle you let out. “But I wanted to surprise you.” Your eyes followed his fingers along the side of your gown, feeling the trail of goosebumps that appeared after it. Bucky searched for your eyes with a hidden, mischievous smile in his, until he found them looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

“I wanted to feel like I was waiting for my brave man to come home after a battle,” your false dramatism made him chuckle, finally falling into your arms and kissing you deeply. Your arms locked around his shoulders, keeping him in place pressed against your body as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting every little whimper you let out.

“Mmmh… is this how you would have welcomed me back then too?” His voice vibrated in his chest making you feel against yours, kissing you again, this time softer. “Baking brownies-” He kissed your neck. “Tasting like chocolate-” He moved to the other side of your neck, leaving a kiss there. “Half-naked in the kitchen?” He found your lips again to make sure you were real and not a daydream, and when his arms enveloped you tighter he confirmed you were real; Bucky could swear he could feel every goosebump of your skin, the curve of your breasts against his chest and your nipples poking through the thing fabric.

“If that’s enough to make you stay…” The slight sadness in your voice made him pull apart.

“You are always enough to make me stay.” He assured you, his hands framing your face pulling you in for one more long, hungry kiss. “Though, If this is how I’m gonna be welcomed every time I leave…”

“You’re ridiculous.” Your giggling interrupts your words but the light push you give to his chest gets the point across. Bucky doesn’t let you go far, though, he traps your hands and pulls you in, your teeth clashing in the middle of the kiss he tries to give you, your smiles too big for it to work.

“I’m gonna buy every single nightgown in the city for you.” He promises against your lips. His hands never stop wandering around your body, they reach your butt and lift you there. He places you on the counter, your legs caging him and pulling him in.

“And I’m not letting you go for at least 6 months.” You warn him back, feeling his hands already traveling up your arms and pulling down the straps of the gown.

“Works for me.” Is the last thing he says before spending the night making up for all the days he missed you.

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