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jobean12-blog · 7 months

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Finding Home (10)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Word Count: 1,887

Summary: You and Bucky make a big decision and you're overwhelmed with happiness... for everything.

Author's Note: So this is the final chapter for my Finding Home story with Animal rescue!Bucky! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but then the Buck's and Noble server Summer Send Off Event gave me a great idea (using the song September, by Earth, Wind and Fire-listen HERE) on how to end it and my sweet friend @newgirlintheneighborhood sent me THIS great post that just made it all come together. Thank you all for the inspo. You can definitely read this as a stand alone but I will give you a few little bits of info just in case:

-Bucky and Sam own an animal resuce called Shelter to Soldier which helps rescue animals find homes with veterans (and everyone else too)

-Reader first saw Bucky when he was walking Alpine on a leash down the streets of the city

-Bucky has his metal arm in this AU since he's a war hero/veteran and he's come a long way both by himself (with Sam's help) and with reader in their relationship

-He rescued the dog Winter (mentioned in this story) and he's a white German Shepard with three legs (he's a war vet too)

-Bucky rescued Alpine from the streets and the cat has been a big help during his rehab

-This part takes place about 2.5 years after reader and Bucky have met

Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of super soft and sweet fluffs, LotR references, the animals and kisses!

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The morning light peeks through the thin curtains of your bedroom, warming and illuminating your skin. You slowly open your eyes and see Bucky’s soft profile, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly with his even breathing. Winter is at the base of the bed, keeping your feet warm, and Alpine is perched atop the spare pillow on Bucky’s other side.

The moment you shift your feet you hear the thump of Winter’s large white tail and then feel him rise up and do a big downward dog stretch.

“Oh big stretch Winter,” you coo quietly, giggling as you watch him try to tentatively hop over Bucky’s body to get closer.

Alpine lifts his head and blinks at you several times then seems to glare at the dog who is still desperately trying to find a place to settle between your body and Bucky’s.

Bucky starts to move, his long legs tangling even more with yours as he wraps you up and curls you into his bare chest. Winter finally finds a suitable spot next to Bucky, the dog’s big white body pressed into his side and his tail still thumping on the bed.

“Mornin’ doll face,” Bucky mumbles as he nuzzles your neck.

Winter let’s out a small whine and pushes his wet nose into Bucky’s skin while Alpine paws at the top of Bucky’s head.

“And mornin’ to you two fuzzballs,” he adds, peeping one eye open to survey the bed.

The moment he locks eyes with Winter, the dog scoots closer like a worm and starts to nose his shoulder. Alpine promptly joins in by chasing the glittering rays of sunshine that dance along Bucky’s metal arm every time the breeze blows through the curtains.

“It’s a party already,” Bucky chuckles.

He pulls you impossibly closer and hums into your skin, placing a soft kiss under your ear.

“Morning baby,” you whisper, inhaling his scent.

Winter, apparently unhappy with the possibility of you two going back to sleep, starts to lick Bucky’s cheek and cover it with kisses. Bucky’s large hand lands on Winter’s head and he scratches him before lightly giving him a shove.

“Winter, down boy,” he says. “I’m busy.”

Winter doesn’t give up, only shimmying closer and becoming more determined in his quest for kisses. You sit up and take in the scene, smiling widely when Alpine starts to bat at a piece of Bucky’s long hair that’s laid out across the pillow.

Without warning you lean down and press a big kiss to Bucky’s other cheek. The corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile and you continue to pepper his skin with kisses, hitting every spot you can find.

Winter seems to catch on as his tail swishes faster and he keeps up his licks on Bucky’s other cheek. Your lips trail along Bucky’s jaw, then you nibble his ear, then move back down and cover the whole side of his face with more kisses, catching the corner of his mouth before doing it all over again.

“Best. Morning. Ever,” he sighs.

After several more wet kisses from Winter and sweet ones from you, and even a few paw bats from Alpine, Bucky slips free and flips you over onto your back, dislodging everyone in a heap of blankets and pillows.

“Oops,” he says sweetly, but there’s mischief dancing in his eyes. “My turn!”

He pins you down with his body and proceeds to smother you with feather light kisses on every inch of skin he can find. You arch into him, wiggling beneath his body which makes him rumble with pleasure.

His kisses become slower as he moves along your neck and when he reaches your lips he hovers just above them as he stares into your eyes.

He brushes his nose to yours and presses a kiss to your mouth before slowly rocking his hips.

You moan out his name and nibble his lip before pulling away.

“What?” he pouts. “I was just getting started on having you naked.”

You smile against his lips. “I have an idea for a wedding date.”

His pout disappears as happiness takes over his expression.

“I’m listening doll,” he says, but continues to place butterfly kisses along your face.

“So we had talked about Fall and I was thinking September might be nice. Not too cold but hopefully not too hot if we do it toward the end and there’s a special date that would be perfect.”

“Still listening,” he hums as his lips graze your collarbone. “Which date?”

“How about September 22nd.”

He stills, his lips still pressed to your skin. “I know that date,” he muses, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes.

You nod with a giggle.

“It’s Bilbo and Frodo’s birthday!” he says excitedly. “That is perfect!”

“YAY!!!” you squeal, doing a dance under him.

He sits up and pulls you into his lap.

“I can’t wait doll,” he whispers.

“Me either Bucky.”

“We just need to find the perfect spot.”

“Exactly.”

You both sit in comfortable and cuddled silence for a few moments before he breaks it.

“What about in Central Park? I bet there’s a tree we could find that’s big like the party tree in the Shire!”

“You’re such a dork and I love you.”

He beams at that but before he can get you under him again, Winter has nosed his way between you two, impatiently asking for love too.

“Alpine and Winter are coming to the wedding of course,” you add.

“Of course doll,” Bucky says. “Besides, I think they would be like Merry and Pippin and invite themselves anyway.”

You bury your head in his chest and laugh.

“So September 22nd is our day,” you whisper, toying with his dog tag.

“September 22nd,” he echoes.

He’s just about to kiss you when your eyes go wide and you yell out, “OH! And we can play that song at the wedding and on every anniversary…you know the one by uh…um…it goes ‘do you remember…’.”

He studies you, waiting for you to think of more.

“Is this a song from Lord of the Rings?” he asks, looking confused.

“No, no, it’s by…OH MY GOD Bucky, it’s an older song…”

As you start to recall the lyrics you sing them and shake your body to the rhythm.

His face brightens in recognition and he grabs his phone, typing quickly into Google.

“Got it,” he chimes just before ‘September’ by Earth, Wind and Fire, starts to play.

You both start to sing along and Winter begins howling with his pack, much to the dismay of Alpine who seems to want to disappear into the pillow.

“Wait!” Bucky says, pausing the song. “Don’t they say the 21st night of September?”

He clicks on the lyrics and rewinds the song, singing along as he reads. “Yep they do!”

“But that’s not Hobbit day!” you say.

“We’re definitely sticking with the 22nd baby doll. It’s perfect.”

In a fit of excitement you curl into Bucky’s arms and kiss him all over. Winter takes the opportunity to smash himself under Bucky’s arm and even Alpine saunters over to join in the happy cuddle pile.

~September 21st of the next year~

“You need…”

Those are the only words you get out before Bucky’s mouth is on you again, your body pressed into the wall and his hands wandering under your shirt.

“Bucky,” you gasp, gently pushing on his chest. “You need to go. Nat will be here soon and then we’ll never hear the end of it!”

He pulls away slightly but lifts his arms so he can plant both his hands along the wall on either side of your head, caging you in.

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “This is the last night before you’re officially my wife and I want to make it count.”

“We spent all day making it count,” you giggle, grabbing his shirt and pulling his mouth back to yours.

Your fingertips trace the broad width of his shoulders before delving into the hair that hangs loosely at the nape of his neck.

“Thought I needed to go doll face,” he smirks against your lips in between kisses.

His metal fingers dance along your skin, inching higher until he’s toying with the little boy in the center of your bra.

“I should never have agreed to this girls night,” you pout.

He nibbles on your extended bottom lip before deftly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

“Now who’s whining,” he teases.

“Buck!” you squeak. “Fix that!”

“Well, lemme see here,” he starts with a grin before he lifts your shirt so he can stick his head under it.

Instead of fixing your bra he kisses your skin as he loosens the silky fabric more.

“BUCKY!” you admonish playfully as you try and push his head out. “You’re stretching out my shirt!”

“It’s my shirt,” he says from inside, his voice muffled.

There’s a loud knock on the door followed by Nat’s excited shouting.

“Shit,” you grumble. “Shit, shit.”

Bucky reluctantly pulls his head free but not before he has you pinned to the wall again and he quiets any of your protests with his kiss.

When he pulls away you’re breathless and flustered.

“I’m going out the fire escape,” he says with a wink.

“What?!? You can’t do that!” you whisper shout.

“Better than getting yelled at!” he says as he grabs your hand and rushes into your bedroom and to the window.

He opens it and then turns back to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you breathless all over again.

“I love you. More than anything. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you the most Bucky. I can’t wait either.”

With one more kiss he slips out the window and starts to climb down. The banging on the door becomes louder but you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Give Alpine and Winter kisses for me!” you shout down to him. “And Sam too!”

You giggle when Bucky gives you a scowl.

“Sam will be lucky if I don’t punch him,” Bucky jokes. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure the babies are well loved and ready for tomorrow!”

Once he safely reaches the ground he looks back up and blows you a kiss, mouthing ‘I love you,’ before running down the street toward Sam’s apartment.

You watch until he’s out of sight then rush to the door and open it.

“It’s about time!” Nat screeches. “Is he here!?!”

“NO!” you say and throw up your hands in surrender. “It’s just us girls. Not even Alpine and Winter are here!”

She pushes past you and looks around suspiciously.

After a thorough inspection she turns back your way, one eyebrow lifting to her hairline.

“WHAT!?” you ask, going to cross your arms over your chest.

You stop mid gesture, realizing your bra is still unhooked and hanging off you under your shirt.

Nat stares at you and you stare back but it only lasts a few seconds before you both burst into laughter.

Once you’re calm again, Nat asks, “he just left didn’t he?”

“Down the fire escape,” you giggle.

“I knew he was perfect from the moment we saw him walking Alpine across the street,” she states with a warm smile.

“Me too,” you reply dreamily. “Me too.”

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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Just forget about it.

WHUMPTOBER 2023: Prompt: ‘conditioning’

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: As part of the winter soldier program, all you’ve know is how to kill. After years of being left in cyrofreeze, you are finally let out and are given a mission; to protect. You follow it to the t. Until a certain familiar face shows up to get you out of there. (I suck at summaries ok?)

Warnings: Torture, mind control, fighting.

Word count: 2.8k

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The room was cold, and you couldn’t see anything besides the white fog that rose slowly in front of your face as your mind snapped back online. It hurt too, as your brain began to receive signals again from your pain receptors, your body lit up like it was being stabbed over and over again by a thousand tiny needles. They dug into every inch of your body, burning in your veins. Everything seemed too loud; your thoughts which raced at a thousand miles an hour, the harsh tones of the men surrounding you, the loud clunking of the machines. It made you miss the blissful silence you had been engulfed in for who knows how long.

When the door to the chamber hissed open, and the cold clouds of ice dissipated away, you squinted at the bright light which flooded in. When your eyes adapted, you stared grimly at the man before you. He was all too familiar, though he looked significantly older. It was the face of the man who had tortured you and shaped you into what you were; an unstoppable weapon. He smiled darkly at you as you tried to move away, though you were still restrained by the metal cuffs that pulled you tight against the back of the chamber. You had been in this position before, but something was different this time. This time you remembered. You remembered the feeling of the harsh grip on your arm as you were dragged back into where you would be put back into a deep, meaningless sleep. You remembered the cold and then pain- tenfold to what you were feeling now. But you also remembered a face. One with hard features; long dark hair and firm blue eyes, but often with gentle intent. Something nagged at you that you shouldn’t be able to remember that.

The man stepped towards you, the shit eating grin still plastered on his face. “Hello my lotus.” He spoke to you, his Russian thick and unmissable. “Oh how I have missed you very much. It was such a shame when we had to put you back in cryofreeze. I have missed your pretty face very much, but not to worry. I have a job for you, my lotus.” He lowered his voice. “Let’s just hope we don’t have another little mishap. Hmm?”

He leaned down towards you and you took it as a chance to spit in his face. “You fuck yourself.”

He blinked, wiping away the spit from his face before turning back to you. “You are going to regret that, soldat.”

There were more hands on you then, freeing you from the restraints and dragging you through the room. With what little energy you had, you squirmed but that only resulted in a kick to the ribs to settle you down.

They brought you to an open room, industrial looking of sorts. It was large with machines for all sorts pressed against the walls. In the centre of the room, raised on a circular platform stood a chair. The fabric of the chair was torn and frayed beneath the harsh light above it. You writhed as the men dragged you towards it. You kicked and screamed like a child as you struggled to get away. The chair held too many unwanted, painful memories. When you were forced onto the old leather and bound once again by metal cuffs on your forearms, the familiar man stepped before you and grinned, trailing his hand along your jaw.

“Let’s hope you learn to obey this time, soldat.”

With that, he turned to slam the heavy doors to the room. You heard the locks whirr as they clicked into place, as he moved away into some part of the room that you couldn’t see from where you were sitting, leaving you with another man whom you didn’t recognise. He stepped forwards, ensuring that you were secure.

“Begin.” You heard from behind you.

There was a shuffling across the room, followed by a whirring of the machinery you were strapped to as it started up. Then you were consumed by a blinding pain. You let out a blood curdling scream, which ricocheted off of the tiled walls. Thrashing and writhing, you tugged on the metal cuffs. They dug into your skin and you tried to escape the pain that radiated in your head and raced through your body. It was a thousand agonies at once. When you thought you couldn’t take any more, the pain amped up. Your head pounded and your eyes burned against the light. Your fingernails scraped along the leather as your back arched. Blood dripped from your nose and your ears. You could taste its copperness as it spilled over your chapped lips and into your mouth.

Then, it all stopped.

Your body slumped back against the chair with what little energy you had left. Your limp body heaved for air. You swallowed thickly; your throat was raw.

The man slunk forwards from wherever he had retreated to in the room. Your body froze when the string of russian words began to slip from his mouth.

“Purify.”

You tensed, eyes wide as you looked around the room.”

“Brass. Hang. Illustrate.”

You thrashed, trying to cover your ears with your hands, but to no avail.

“Noiseless, twelve, evanescent.”

“NO! No..” You cried. These words would be your undoing. Once they had been uttered there was no going back. You couldn’t go back.

“Illustrate, beserk.”

“NO! STOP IT!... Please.”

“Connection.”

Your mind went black. No feelings, just the urge to follow orders. Thoughts, but no control or freedom over what they were. Your bloodied body relaxing in the chair. Thousands of memories of your training and your experimentation flooded your head. You raised your head to look up at the grey haired man. “Ready to comply.”

“Good. We have a mission for you, Soldat.”

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Shoot, kill, protect. Shoot, kill, protect.

That was all that went through your mind and you slunk around the corners of the base. It had been infiltrated by a group of highly-trained superheroes. They were hardly subtle, despite how much they tried to be. Your enhanced hearing allowed you to hear their footsteps echoing across the halls. Pressing yourself up against the wall, you waited until they had rounded the corner. You were lingering only a few feet away from where Zola had locked himself away to prepare for his escape. You were not only guarding him, but also the files that he possessed. Little did you know that that was not all that the Avengers were hoping to find.

When the footsteps rounded the corner, you were greeted with a redhead woman. Before she could move any further, you had your hand wrapped tightly around her throat, pinning her against the wall. You narrowed your eyes, pressing your gun to her abdomen. She delivered a harsh blow to your stomach, which despite your strength sent you keeling backwards.

“I’ve got eyes.” She muttered something else into her comms, making an advance towards the room, but you grabbed her leg and pulled her to the ground. Her head hit the floor.

Scrabbling for your gun, you were up on your feet in seconds before another two pairs of footsteps reached the end of the corridor. This time, it was two men that rounded the corner. Bucky’s heart almost stopped in his chest when his eyes landed on you. He felt as though he was going to be sick. Mechanically, you readied yourself into a fighting stance. Racing towards you, they both advanced towards you. You ducked under the arm of the taller one before using the wall to propel yourself towards the other. The small hallway became a blue of bullets and limbs as the three of you fought. The movement of one of them was well placed. He seemed to know all of the counters to your moves. It was the red star on his silver arm that caught your attention. And that small distraction was all it took for the man to knock you down and plaster you to the floor.

As you kicked, trying to get a good hit in on the man, he studied your face. It flashed with recognition. Your piercing eyes would never leave Bucky’s memories.

“Y/n?”

You flinched at the small mention of your name, but your programming was too strong. Shoot, kill, protect. Your fingers reached for your gun which he had knocked out of your hands. Your fingers inched along the floor, but then there was a firm grip on your wrist keeping it still. You squirmed.

Bucky tried again. He couldn’t quite believe that you were in front of him. Your face hadn’t changed much since the last time he saw you but you looked older, more tired. “Doll?”

You stiffened. The name cuts through your programming like a knife in butter. His face came flooding back to you, some memories good, some bad. He was there when you were at your lowest, you were there when he was at his. The two of you had been together through thick and thin, supporting each other through what little good and what masses of pain you had experienced. You furrowed his brow, scanning his face. His blue eyes were still the same, but he looked different. Kinder. Calmer.

“Bucky?”

“Yes!” The super soldier nearly cried. “Yes doll. It’s me. It’s Bucky.”

He eased his touch a little as you melted against him. His touch became tender like you remembered it to be as he cupped your face with his non metal arm.

There was a commotion behind you. The sound of bullets filled the air and your programing shifted to the front of your mind again. With Bucky’s loosened grip on you, you managed to wiggle out from under him and scramble towards the open door. The other man had managed to slip away and infiltrate the room where Zola had barred himself in. You raced in, your finger poised on the trigger. You raised it, aiming at the offender in the room. Though something was stopping you from pulling the trigger as you so normally would under the soldier programing.

Zola frowned angrily. “Kill him.” He spat.

Your hand shook as your mind fought itself. One part of you screamed at you to just pull the trigger. The other, more sane part of you told you otherwise.

A pair of hands wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you away from the scene. You tried to fight against them, but also enhanced by the serum, Bucky’s strength was on par with yours.

“Get off of me.” You growled.

His grip was firm as it moved to your shoulders.

“Hey, Hey calm down.”

You tried to kick at him, but it was pointless.

“You’re ok doll. It’s me.”

You stilled, relaxing in his arms again.

“I’m gonna get you out of here Doll. I promise.”

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kayvsworld · 4 months

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imagine if the mcu was good

#sorry i had fatws on while drawing and got mad again lrjhglkjfhlgjk #hate hate hate that when bucky's the macguffin thing to rescue/fight over he can be a victim who bad things Happened to #but when he has to be a Guy With Lines they're like. oops he was a villain actually yeah he uhhhh has to be REDEEMED #he DID the bad things it was HIM he has trauma about the things he DID and lets not talk about what was done to him hahahahahaha #fuck off! fuck off! they put the winter soldier in onscreen therapy and did nothing with it fuck off!#they're just not interested in telling any story about anything or anyone and it's so tiring. reset the universe to 2014 and leave me alone #kayvswords

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letthewhumpbegin · 2 months

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

#captain america #the winter soldier #captain america the winter soldier #steve rogers #bucky barnes #chris evans #sebastian stan #whump #whump gifs #rescue #dragged #unconcious #blood #ltwbcaptainamerica

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 18 days

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One more thing, and I'll leave you alone. All jokes aside, I can see Captain America going through his own issues regarding Cody being called his kid. While he tries not to let it show, I imagine he would accidentally act like Cody is his son. There would be moments where Cap would feel like if his life had been different, maybe he could've actually had a son like Cody.

Sorry to bug about this again, if this does get too much/annoying, don't be afraid to let me know. Don't want to push boundaries.

The what if we deserve *cough fuck Infinity War cough*

I know that in AEMH there was no mention of Peggy but I just can't stop imagining Steve sharing those good moments he passes with Peggy before and after the Super Soldier transformation.

Let's not forget about Bucky as well, or well, Winter Soldier. I don't remember how old he was when he joined Cap in World War II but in the series, he looks pretty young.

Man, how weird that Bucky's surname is Barnes and it sounds a lot like Burns 🤔🤨

The sad part here is that we know that there are ways for Steve to have that life. Kang, the cosmic cube, the Gods of Asgard, the TIME MACHINE Doc has in his basement... and yet, Steve knows that he is too important to disappear.

Cody as the good kid he is would try his best not to let Cap down, that those thoughts don't get the best of him. If anyone offends Cap Cody would be there with his 4-foot tall robot friends XD

If Cody was actually related to Steve (another AU inside of an AU moment) then he would probably be conflicted about it because tho it makes him happy to have blood related family and a little part of Peggy, he would remember that there are people out there who would want to harm Cody is the true came out...

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transexualpirate · 4 months

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something absolutely fundamental to his character that you guys seem to forget a lot is that bucky is at his very core the pettiest human being alive

#he WILL jump out of a plane without parachute just to prove a point #he WILL point out that his tiny friend seems taller immediately after being rescued from torture #he WILL be sarcastic and bitchy to people he doesn't respect #i love this man like no other #mine #not to be taken seriously #bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel posting

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broomstownpatrol · 2 months

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HC: The Mountain Rescue Team also specializes in snowy environments, especially mountains.

#robocar poli #mark #bucky #carry #wynter #<- yes this old RCP OC of mine has been promoted to a full time member of the MRT :D (for the sake of this HC lol)#except she was killed in a freak mountaineering accident.#like a Snow Rescue Team could be a thing but it would be better if that applies for the MRT cause 'mountain' is a general word

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chaossmagic · 4 months

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bucky becoming a passionate defender of, and advocate for, so-called "dangerous" dog breeds and holding irresponsible owners accountable rather than the dogs who are very often abused, neglected and forced to become what people see as "vicious" or "aggressive" when in fact they are the exact opposite

he sees himself in those "dangerous" dogs everyone thinks will rip your face off if you look away for a few seconds, and even ends up rescuing one of them, a steel-and-blue pitbull with three legs and a whole load of scars from his days as a bait animal for dogfighting, aptly named sarge, who basically becomes his second shadow (the first is, obviously, his princess alpine) and follows him everywhere, comforting him during bad days and just being the sweetest, gentlest pup around, despite his harsh upbringing and severe neglect because people think all pitties are good for is aggression and offense

that, bucky has some experience with and can relate to

#personal #bucky is basically a pitbull himself #the dogs no one will touch are the ones he gravitates to first and foremost #any animal really #especially those that are bit...different #no thoughts just bucky barnes being soft for rescue animals especially abandoned and neglected bully breeds and other 'dangerous' dogs

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Finding Home (9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Animal Rescue Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,909

Summary: You and Bucky finally take the next step in your relationship and it’s everything.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I couldn’t get this chapter out of my head...I know I’ve been doing a lot teasing with these two but we’re finally doing it! haha. I hope you enjoy the softness of it all and thank you so very much for reading and continuing on this journey with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰 PS the Russian translation is from Google and I apologize for any mistakes.

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff, soft fluffersmut, oral sex (f rec), fingering...all the goodies (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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When Bucky finally breaks the kiss it’s only to take in your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. His gaze slowly drifts over your face as he takes a step away and closes his fingers around yours.

“You’re doing a lot of staring, Barnes.”

Your bottom disappears between your teeth and you start to lower your head but cool metal fingers press under your chin and hold you in place and you’re unable to look anywhere else but his ocean blue eyes.

“Can’t help it doll face. I like what I see.”

He tugs on your hand and pulls you into his chest, his fingers dropping to toy with the zipper of your hoodie. With deliberate movements he unzips it and pushes it from your shoulders. His calloused fingertips skim across your shoulder and he hooks one under the thin strap of your tank top.

Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side as his mouth presses to your pulse point. He ghosts his lips along your collarbone and tugs on the other strap of your tank top, letting it fall loosely against your arm.

He traces the swell of your breasts, the lace of your bra catching on his skin with his low and appreciative hum.

His arm wraps around your waist and he lifts you into his arms, carrying you away from the door and toward your bedroom. Your nails rake down his back and slip under his Henley, his warm skin pulled like silk over his hard muscles.

“Bucky,” you moan, rocking your hips into his.

A low growl escapes him as he stops and traps you against the wall. His hands slide up your curves and find your breasts, kneading the soft flesh before slipping inside your bra. His thumbs work over your peaked nipples and he buries his face in your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. “I need to get my mouth on you.”

You tremble, your head rolling along the wall as he continues to tease your nipples. He finally releases them to drop his hands to your leggings and slowly drag them down your legs. With one swift motion he pulls them free and discards them on the floor.

“Wow,” he whispers, taking you in. “Ya nikogda ne zabudu naskol’ko ty sovershenen.” (I’ll never get over how perfect you are.)

Your hand falls to his face and your fingers trace the outline of his jaw before sinking into his hair.

“Are you gonna be all talk tonight?” you ask with a smirk.

He grins before kissing you again, his teeth pulling and nipping at your bottom lip and his mouth moving hot and wet down your throat. He travels lower, freeing your breasts from your bra and taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh before feasting on the other.

His kisses are gentle and soft as he moves lower and with a delicate push he spreads your legs, the lace between them already wet and soaking through.

“Baby doll,” he purrs, bending his head to press his nose against the fabric with an inhale.

Your fingers delve into his hair once again, yanking hard at the sensation and you let out a loud gasp.

“These are pretty,” he hums before his tongue sweeps between your legs and presses to your cloth covered clit.

“Bucky,” you whine, pushing your hips forward.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he whispers, teasing you with another swipe of his tongue.

“Please,” you beg, done with his teasing. “Your mouth…I need it.”

He lets out a low chuckle and carefully removes the fabric from your hips. His thick fingers spread you open and he slowly drags his tongue from bottom to top.

You arch against him with a hiss and lift your leg to rest it over his broad shoulder.

His tongue moves through you again and his lips close around your clit, making your thighs shake. He sucks and licks, his beard rubbing against your delicate skin and leaving a mark.

You know you’re close and when he slides first one, then a second long and thick finger inside you, your walls squeeze around them.

With a few deep thrusts you come apart, writhing against his face and squeezing him with your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

He rises to his full height and pulls his fingers from your still clenching walls, sucking them clean.

You moan again, grabbing his Henley and tugging him into you for a heated kiss. Your hands are everywhere, grasping at his clothes to get them off but he pulls back.

“I’m not fucking you against the wall…” he murmurs, his eyes dark. “Not this time.”

He walks you to your bedroom and shuts the door, his eyes settling on you and filled with a hunger so deep it leaves you breathless.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly…” he says, his hands flexing at his sides.

“I’m all yours Bucky,” you breathe out as you step into him and take his face in your hands.

His large hand slides up your spine and curls around the back of your neck, drawing you closer until he presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

You step away only enough to lift your tank top over your head and start to unhook your bra.

“Wait,” he says, “let me. Please.”

He moves closer, his hand hovering just over your skin in heated anticipation before he reaches behind you and easily unclasps the back of your bra.

“You’re way too good at that,” you giggle.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “Not gonna lie, I surprised myself with that one. Been a while.”

He hesitates before gently sliding your bra down your arms, revealing every bare inch of your body.

“Doll…I…” he stumbles, his whole-body tense with his restraint.

“You have way too many clothes on,” you smile.

You reach for the hem of his shirt but he has it off before you can even give it a tug, his hand reaching out to draw you in and his lips placing soft kisses along your shoulder.

With steady hands you work open the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper, pushing them over his thighs.

You can’t get them any farther thanks to the thick muscle but he quickly yanks on the bottom of each leg and pulls them off.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, dragging your nails along his thighs and up his torso.

His muscles ripple and flex under your touch and you let out a low hum of appreciation, your fingertips exploring every glorious part of him.

He backs you toward the bed in long and purposeful strides, taking you in his arms and gently lowering you to the mattress. Your legs fall open and he settles between them, his body a welcome weight as he presses you into the soft covers.

You grab at his boxer briefs with a soft huff, wanting nothing between you. He lets you pull them down and helps with the rest, letting them fall off the edge of the bed.

You push on his chest, wanting to flip him over and get a taste of him but he holds you down with a firm grasp.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers. “Please.”

Your hands slide down and over his skin and you bring his lips to yours.

“Like I said Bucky…I’m all yours.”

He pulls his hips back, sighing with pleasure as your wetness coats his cock and his eyes never leave yours as he sinks slowly inside you, every inch stretching you open.

Your gasp of bliss is all he needs to hear before he rolls his hips in a slow rhythm. You arch your body into his, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you and when your leg crawls up his back he takes it and lifts it higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.

His low moan is muffled when he buries his face in your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he fights his release.

Each thrust is slow but hard and deep and he grinds against you until you finish with a scream, your body trembling and your walls tightening and bringing him to his own release.

With a thick pulse he fills you up, the ebbing clench of your walls drawing out his pleasure until he falls over you, chanting your name with heavy breaths.

You lay there, quiet and content and wrapped up in him.

“Baby doll,” he sighs, lifting his eyes to yours. “That was…you’re a dream.”

As the words roll off his tongue he brushes his fingers across your cheek and you snuggle closer, inhaling his skin and echoing his words of praise.

You don’t know how much time as passed with you cradled in his arms but it isn’t until you hear the soft whimpering and light catching of the doorknob that you’re roused from your blissed out haze.

“Bucky…?”

“Hmm…” he mumbles, tucking you closer to him.

“What is that?” you ask, shifting to hear better.

“Huh?” he asks, stilling as he listens.

The noise stops for a brief moment and then you hear the door click open and the soft padding of three paws.

“Winter,” Bucky grumbles but you can feel his smile.

A cold and wet nose pokes at your uncovered foot and you let out a squeal.

“OHHHH COLD NOSE!”

Winter’s tail is thumping along the bed as he circles it in search of someone to pet him.

“Right here buddy,” Bucky says softly, grabbing the dogs head and scratching vigorously behind his ear.

You feel the bed dip lightly and realize Alpine has also joined you and is making his way to one of the pillows.

“The whole gang is here,” you giggle. “Can I let Winter up?”

Bucky peeks at you from behind his hair with a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea of course.”

“He’ll never leave.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say.

“Ok…if you’re sure doll.”

“I’m sure! But the real question is…how did they get in here?”

You call Winter over and pat the bed. He hops closer and readies himself to jump. Once he’s on the bed he circles a few times before settling himself in the open spot near Alpine.

“Who knows,” Bucky muses. “I bet it was Alpine though.”

You give Winter’s butt a pat and stroke your fingers through Alpine’s fluffy tail then wiggle yourself closer to Bucky’s waiting arms.

He wraps you up and pulls your back to his chest, throwing a heavy thigh over yours.

“Quite wiggling doll,” he growls playfully. “Unless you wanna put on a show for these two.”

You wiggle your ass again and look up at the animals, both passed out on the other side of the bed.

“They look ready for a show,” you tease.

Bucky lips spread into a smile as they press to your skin and his metal hand leaves your waist to dip lower.

Your fingertips smooth down the metal plates of his arm until your hand rests over his. He slips his thigh between your legs and nudges them apart, his fingers teasing you with a delicate touch.

“Bucky,” you purr as you rock into his hand.

“All mine,” he murmurs along the shell of your ear. “And I can’t get enough.”

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kaythefloppa · 2 months

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I really have no context or reasoning behind this, but rapid-fire headcanon: Tinker Bell was the one who built Bucky.

#jake and the never land pirates #Tinker Bell #tinkerbell #Disney fairies #Disney Jr.#peter pan disney #She's a tinker fairy it's what she does #I don't think the sentience can be explained away but it's Neverland it's a magical place #I don't think Jake and his buddies would build this guy - Idc how skilled they are they are CHILDREN some things are just beyond their rang #Plus I think Tinker Bell being Bucky's mom is just so hilarious of an idea #Actually... Tinker Bell building the Pirate Island Hidout actually works too #Really recontextualizes her coming in to defend the island in Never Land Rescue #God am I seriously making HCs for my childhood fave show that make sense? /pos

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kayvsworld · 10 months

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i still get so sad when i think abt mcu steve. whyd they do that to him

#guy never draws never talks abt the howlies doesnt get to make Cap Speeches #and then fucks off to the 40s to go Dance with Peggy sans his lifelong bestie #where he will presumably be chilling and vibing and not messing up the timeline by. rescuing said bestie #normal behaviour. why did they do that to that man #kayvswords #sometimes in my heart of hearts i just pretend mcu steve died bc this makes more sense and is easier #(bucky voice)

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 3 days

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This weekend we learned Bucky and T’Challa have a permanent home with us!

With the blue cross they loan out their rescue ponies for a year or two with regular visits throughout to make sure the horses and the new homes are a perfect match. These horses and ponies have been through so much they want to make sure they’re in the right place for them.

And this weekend our welfare officer officially signed them over to us! They’re with us forever now and we couldn’t be happier ❤️

#Bucky and T’Challa #blue cross ponies #rescue ponies #Welsh section b

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gleeksfreaksandwannabes · 3 months

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It’s totally normal to tear up over your own writing, right?

Anyway, Steve’s plan has finally come together, and I couldn’t let it go by without a solid dose of angst! Thank you so much for your love on this story, guys, it means so much!

#ohh steve #you fucked up #but also you broke my god damn heart #today on things i really wish were canon #bucky deserved to be saved #and i refuse to believe steve went back to the 40’s and didn’t even think to rescue him #or feel guilty about what he was going through while steve lived his apply pie life #also it is taking every ounce of self control i have not to post this entire story in one hit #because i’m nearly finished #my babies #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #marvel #my writing #laura’s writing

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greyhavensking · 2 years

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I’ve had this bouncing around in my head for a while, but seeing as everyone likes to debate when Steve and Bucky really got together, I thought it was worth sharing why I personally, firmly headcanon them to have only started a relationship, at the earliest, in 1943.

On Steve’s end, he’s been in love with Bucky since he was sixteen, and he hasn’t been afraid of it in all that time. He knows what he feels is true and pure and that nothing society says could make him feel disgusted with himself. And he’s not stupid, okay? He understands the risks. And he’s not reckless (he is, but with himself, and this isn’t the point here anyway) — he wouldn’t try to be more open about it than Bucky was comfortable with, wouldn’t even try to get him to do anything outside the apartment if that’s what it took.

But Bucky. Bucky’s afraid. Whereas Steve would rather die knowing he stayed true to himself and confessed his feelings for the love of his life, Bucky just wants Steve alive. He loves Steve with everything in him, but because he loves him so much, he restrains himself. Steve already has so many targets on his back — why would Bucky willingly add another one? Worse, it would only confirm what people already suspect about Steve. It’s why Bucky bothers with the double dates, the constant charm and flirting; he sees himself as a shield for Steve.

But when he gets drafted, and Steve really does follow him to the front lines, Bucky’s worst fears have already come true. He’s almost died, and Steve has irrevocably wedged himself into the war efforts. The odds that they both come back alive from this are astronomically low, in his opinion. So what does it matter if they’re in love now? Steve’s got a new shield, a better one; he doesn’t need Bucky anymore, not like that. He can let himself love Steve, and accept Steve’s love.

He can let himself find happiness in his darkest moments.

#stucky #stevebucky #on the other than Bucky has the potential to withdraw even further from Steve post-rescue #because something’s wrong and nothing about him is pure anymore #he can’t stain Steve with this. with him #so he buries it #looks to Steve as his best friend and his captain and nothing more #and it’s only after he’s broken his conditioning in 2014 that he sees all the time he’s wasted not loving Steve to the fullest #I go back and forth on whether or not steve dates in the intervening years #or if his devotion to Bucky outweighs the pain he feels over not getting to BE with him #I like them being each other’s firsts though so I tend to lean into the latter option

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