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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Love Dust

Title: Love Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,245

Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.

Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"

You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse.

The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room.

The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door.

Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out.

You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down.

He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Okay, so at least he's not dead.

His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.

"The fuck are you doing?"

You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up."

He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?"

"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."

Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents.

He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle.

"You should probably stand back."

You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower."

He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can.

You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human.

"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge."

Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you.

He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything.

"So, any ideas?"

He doesn't even bother opening his eyes.

"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door."

"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?"

Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else."

"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you?

You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why.

"What's your deal?"

Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"

"Why are you always such a dick to me?"

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out.

"Bucky? What the fuck is that?"

"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good."

He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat.

"Bucky?!"

He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin.

Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else.

He can smell you.

Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat.

You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer.

Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock.

Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you.

He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes.

"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"

"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!"

He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it?

Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again.

"Mmm, wanna taste you…"

You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall.

There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides.

The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.

One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop.

Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal.

Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip.

Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock.

"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…"

Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away.

"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure."

"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good."

At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.

"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby."

You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away.

"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!"

Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face.

"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!"

He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again.

"B-Bucky…"

He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?"

You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy.

Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating.

"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"

"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat.

"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this."

"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!"

He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock."

His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout.

Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief.

You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump.

Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you.

"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…

It's about damn time."

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Hole in the bucket

Title: Hole in the bucket

Rating: Explicit

Square filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo: Square 1: Oral Sex

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: Square C5: Kink: Hand Job

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Square 24: Best friends to lovers

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Square 8: “I’m cuddly. Deal with it.”

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo2021 (expired): Square 3: Kink: Oral Sex

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo2021 (expired): Square 12: roomate au

Summary: Bucky is a naughty roommate.

Pairing: Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Fratboy! Steve Rogers, Fratboy! Sam Wilson

Warnings: naughty Bucky, misuse of a popcorn bucket, hand job, blowjob, dirty talk, implied oral (fem!rec), implied smut, dominant reader, subish Bucky, cuddling & snuggling, fluff

A/N: Part 1/2

A/N: This is the first 2-parter to my Fratboy!Collection

Words: 2,1 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“What’s up guys?“ you plop down on the sofa next to Bucky, looking your roommate up and down. “What’s wrong?” you question as Buck smirks like he just won the lottery. “Buck?”

“The better question is,” Steve tuts as you whip your head toward, “what is he up to. Bucky Barnes has something dirty in mind. I caught him as he was cutting a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket.”

“A hole in the bucket?” now your eyes drop to the popcorn bucket placed on Bucky’s lap. You look up at Bucky to watch his face turn shades of pink. “James Buchanan Barnes! Don’t tell me you put your dick inside the popcorn bucket and waited for anyone to get a handful of cock popcorn.”

“Cock popcorn,” choking on his beer Steve spits it all over his shirt. “Fuck, that’s…kinda funny.”

“I won’t try the popcorn now,” Sam complains loudly. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? What if I grabbed a handful of your dick instead of popcorn.”

“There is a huge bowl on the table, Wilson. You don’t have to put your dirty hands into my popcorn. Who knows where you had your hands before you steal my popcorn,” Bucky purses his lips, making you chuckle. “You want some of my popcorn?”

“What?”

“I know you want to,” he gives you a lopsided grin, and waits for your reaction, ”it’s with sugar and a pinch of vanilla. Just the way you like it.”

You look at his lap, huffing as Steve warns you to put your hand into the bucket.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t try to eat it.”

“I-“ you scoot a little closer to look inside the bucket, frowning as you can only see popcorn. “You want to mess with me, don’t you? I bet you wanted to piss me off so I leave the apartment and you can bring one of your hussies in here to make out on the couch I paid for.”

“Red alert,” Sam ducks his head as you throw the remote control at him. He snickers while you look for more ammunition to fire at Steve and Sam. “Steve, hide.”

“What about me?” Bucky looks at Sam for help, but your roommate simply shrugs. “Not cool, man. Not cool at all.”

“You’re her best friend and she would never hurt you, Barnes. We on the other hand will be on the receiving end of her wrath.”

“WAIT you little shits,” you chase after Steve as he and Sam try to make their way toward the door. While Sam grabs his keys, Steve sprint toward the door, holding it open for Sam to escape too.

“What happened to till the end of the line, Steve?” Bucky calls from the living room. He didn’t move from the couch. “Steve? Sam? Come on, guys. Don’t leave me alone with-“

“You fucker!” Bucky gulps as you storm back into the living room. You stare at your best friend, chest heaving up and down. “They will pay for tricking me too. Well, you will be the first to feel my wrath. Get up and take it like a man.”

Hands on your hips you wait for Bucky to get up from the couch. “Nah, I’m good over here,” he holds tight onto the popcorn bucket for dear life as you step closer to the couch again.

“Barnes, I’m not joking. You’ll do all the laundry today,” he doesn’t move a muscle when you kick his shin. “Get up.”

“I can’t,” licking his lips Bucky looks down at the popcorn bucket on his lap. “I’ll do the laundry later, promised.”

“Why can’t you get up?” you look at the bucket, frowning as Bucky uncomfortably shifts on his seat. “Bucky get up!”

“I can’t, okay,” he says in an exasperated tone. “Can you not leave me alone for a moment?” Bucky can’t look you in the eyes and it makes you even more curious.

“Nope,” instead of leaving Bucky alone in the living room, you sit on the couch next to him. “I want to find out what you are hiding from me.”

“It’s nothing…really…”

“Tell me,” you put your hands into the popcorn bucket to get a handful of popcorn. “Bucky?” swallowing thickly you feel something else than popcorn in your hand. “Uh-please tell me you put a big sausage into the bucket…please.”

“I-uh,” he nervously chuckles while you stare at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t get it right you know. Steve said we should tell you that I put my cock inside the bucket. I didn’t know we wanted to fake it.”

“Oh, my fucking god! You put your dick inside the bucket for real?” you gasp, but don’t let go of his cock. “Bucky, how could you?”

“I thought it’s a funny idea for the girls,” he furrows his brows when you tighten your fist around his cock. “I mean…the girls like a funny guy, right?”

“Funny. Right,” dipping your head you look at your hand around Bucky’s cock. “Did any girl ever tell you that you’ve got a big dick?” you carefully move your hand up and down his cock, making Bucky gasps at the sudden motion.

“I,” he barely brings a word out. Bucky can’t focus on anything but your hand running up and down his twitching length. “Doll…what are you doing?”

“I hate to be the butt of the joke but will make the best out of it tonight,” you purr in his ear. “Tell me one thing, Bucky?”

“A-anything,” he stutters while digging his fingertips in the couch. “W-hat do you want to know, Y/N?”

“Does your cock taste like popcorn and vanilla too,” Bucky chokes out a groan, eagerly nodding as you take your hand off his cock. “Good. Take that bucket off and we can see how well this night plays out for you…”

“Dude, should we go back?” Sam scratches the back of his neck. “Steve, we can’t leave Bucky behind like this. Y/N is mad as hell. She hates it when we trick her.”

“He’ll survive,” Steve shrugs. “How about we check that new club downtown out? We can call Bucky from there.”

“You’re a cold-blooded bastard, Rogers,” snickering both men make their way toward Steve’s car. “I hope you know I won’t go home without a girl…”

“Oh fuck me, doll,” you spit on his cock to lube it. “What are you doing?”

“You offered it to me so, yeah…your dick is mine,” without another word you grip his cock again to start with slow and long strokes. You watch Bucky’s mouth fall open. He puffs out a huff as you give him a wink. “Look at me while I have my way with your cock.”

“Shit!”

“You like that baby?"

“Yes. Fuck. Baby doll,” a low wail leaves his lips when you move your free hand into his pants to fondle his balls. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your hand.”

“Yeah?” grinning cheekily Bucky drops his eyes to your hand. “How good do I look, baby boy? Tell me!”

“So...so good,” he throws his head back when you speed up. “B-aby…I’m gonna cum.”

“No, you won’t,” you stop immediately, enjoying he begs you to not stop, and that he’ll do anything. “I know you will, pretty boy.”

“Touch me…please…for the love of fuck, don’t stop. I need you,” Bucky begs and pleads. He looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping you’ll finish the hand job you began. “Please…”

“Aw, poor puppy,” you get up from the couch, glancing down at his erection. “Take your clothes off. All of them. I’ll get something to drink and maybe…I’ll take care of the sausage in the popcorn bucket…”

Bucky almost jumps up from the couch to hastily strip his clothes off. He throws his boxers, socks, and shirt all over the room, not a care in the world.

“Sit back down, hands to your side,” you purr and Bucky swallows thickly. He watches you walk back inside the living room, groaning as you sip at your juice. “How much do you want me to touch you?”

“So…so bad, doll,” he wiggles on his seat. “Please…”

“Only good boys get to cum,” walking toward the couch you give Bucky your sweetest smile. “After I’m done with you, you’ll give me everything I want.”

“Everything…”

"Good boy,” fuck, you feel so powerful when you kneel on the couch to lean over Bucky’s lap. “Will you be good and cum for me.”

“Shit…yeah…” Bucky can’t believe his luck. For months and months, he tried to get your attention, or rather in your pants, and now, you gently grab his cock to give the tip kitten licks. “Fuck.”

“Soon, baby,” his chest heaves up and down as you start with long, slow licks from top to bottom. You tease a little with your tongue swirling around the head.

“Wait what are you…oh shit…fuck…baby doll,” he groans when you take him down your throat. “So deep…”

You’re licking the base of his cock with your tongue while he’s deep inside your mouth. You smile to yourself as Bucky can’t help it. He moves his hand between your legs, toying with your soaked panties as you moan around his cock.

“Yeah, lick right there,” he moans, groans, and whimpers your name with every bob of your head. “Fucking shit. That’s the best blowjob of my life. I can die a happy man when you let me cum down your throat. Fuck…I’m gonna eat this pussy until I pass out.”

‘You better do’, you think to yourself as you start to move a little faster. You start making moaning sounds while doing it, and it turns Bucky even more on. He starts breathing heavily as he nears his approaching orgasm.

You work him faster. Going up and down at a pace makes him clench his fists and his whole body starts to tighten up.

“FUCK! I-“ he tries to hold his high back for a little longer. Your mouth just feels too good around him, and he loses the fight. His pelvis starts contracting rapidly. “Baby doll…I love you…and your mouth.”

If not for his cum shooting down your throat you would chuckle at his pleasure-induced word vomit. You moan around his softening cock, keeping it inside for a little longer before you let him slip out of your mouth.

“Babe…I…” he groans as you swallow his cum. “I gotta,” you squeak as you somehow end up underneath Bucky. He greedily kisses you, tongue snaking into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue. “I’m gonna eat this pretty pussy alive right fucking now…”

“Buck? Are you still alive? Bucky?” Steve carefully walks inside the living room.

He frowns as clothes, along with used condoms, lube, and the popcorn bucket are splattered all over the floor. “What happened here?”

“Looks like he had a party without us,” Sam muses while poking the popcorn bucket with his foot. “Do you think it’s still eatable?”

“Dude, it was lying on the floor for hours. Don’t eat that!”

“I’m hungry.”

“Eat something else then,” Steve grunts while kicking Bucky’s shoes out of the way only to hit your door.

“Shut the fuck up, Rogers! I’m trying to sleep here,” Bucky yells from inside your room. You struggle to keep the giggles inside, so you hide your face in his chest as Steve yells back.

“What the fuck happened in the living room? Did you get lonely and had a little me time with your cock?” Steve laughs loudly. “I bet you did.”

“Rogers, it’s 2 am,” you yell now. “Let us sleep.”

“Y/N?” Steve gasps. “Doll, what happened in the living room?”

“We had a party,” Steve almost rips your door open only to find you and Bucky in your bed, tangled in each other.

“You’re cuddling?” Sam pokes his head in to watch you snuggle into Bucky’s chest.

“I’m cuddly. Deal with it,” this time you burst into laughter at Bucky’s words. “Now, if you would excuse me and my girl. We need to have a rest.”

“You fucked on the couch, didn’t you,” making a face Steve sighs deeply. He retches while turning to leave your room.

“The couch, the floor, the armchair, the showers, and lastly the kitchen counter,” Bucky proudly puffs his chest. “It was a marathon, gentlemen.”

“You will clean the whole fucking apartment tomorrow,” pointing his finger at Bucky and you, Sam tries to keep a straight face. “Especially the kitchen counter. You pervert…

“Uh-Sam,” you suppress a giggle, “you really shouldn’t eat that,” you point at the popcorn bucket in Sam’s hands.

“Why? It’s good,” he stuffs more popcorn into his mouth, chewing audibly.

“The hole was in there for a reason…”

Sam looks at the popcorn, and then at Bucky and you. “You degenerated pervert,” he throws the popcorn bucket at Bucky. “I’m gonna disinfect my tongue with acid now…fucking perverts…”

>> Part 2 - the missing hours

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lillywillow · 1 year

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Pets and Their Humans

Summary: You can’t help notice the similarities between Bucky and Alpine

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 811

Square Filled: K1- Mirror Image

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

You weren’t sure exactly when you first noticed it but Bucky and his cat shared a lot of similarities. It was the way they both had piercing blue eyes that would stare into your soul. They had the same judgemental sass face. If Alpine were human, you could imagine her talking trash about someone with a glass of wine in her hand. If Bucky were a cat, you could imagine him getting into places he shouldn’t with the same “What are you going to do about it?” look Alpine sometimes gives. There was also a certain spot under the chin they liked to be tickled that just melted them in your hands. You adored the both of them.

…

One afternoon, you came into the living room where Bucky and Alpine were taking a nap on the couch. The cat was in a ball on your boyfriend’s chest, both looking so sweet and peaceful. You took a picture of them before giving them both a kiss on the top of the head, feeling guilty as they both woke up.

“I’m sorry, my darlings. You can go back to sleep now,” you cooed.

They both gave you a sleepy look before stretching at the same time.

“Do you want lunch now?” you asked.

“Mm, I could eat,” Bucky shrugged.

Alpine gave a sleepy little meow. You couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Do you need any help?” Bucky asked, from the couch.

He had been so busy lately that the poor man was exhausted.

“I’ve got it, baby. You rest up with Alpine,” you smiled.

Alpine didn’t really need a rest but she brought Bucky happiness and that was enough for you. As you made lunch, you occasionally looked in on the two of them. Bucky was gently patting Alpine’s soft fur and speaking to her.

“Isn’t Y/N great, Alpine? We’re so spoilt, yes we are,” he cooed.

The cat looked quite content on his lap. A funny thought entered your head. You imagined a world where the roles were reversed. Alpine as an elegant woman with silky white hair and Bucky as a scrappy tabby cat that she found on the street. Perhaps he lost his arm in an accident and needed it replaced… Would you fit into this little world? Would you be Alpine’s partner or would you be a cat like Bucky? The thought made you giggle out loud.

“Something funny, doll?” Bucky called from the couch.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking something silly,” you replied, bringing his lunch to him, with something for Alpine.

“I like silly things…”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I was just thinking… you and Alpine are so similar; it would be funny if the roles were reversed…”

Bucky blinked in surprise.

“Alpine and I… are not that similar…” he slowly stated.

“Oh, yeah?” you grinned, tickling the spot under his chin.

Bucky started purring just like Alpine would, making you giggle.

“See? Alpine likes this too,” you grinned.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Bucky pouted.

“It’s one thing. You also have the same judgemental stare…”

“I don’t have a judgemental stare,” he huffed.

“Yeah, you do, hon. Remember that thing Sam suggested?”

“Well, that was just stupid,” Bucky huffed, turning his nose up.

“There it is… I swear I saw Alpine give me the same look when I tripped and fell over my shoelaces the other day.”

Bucky looked at Alpine who gazed back at him in return. Could this cat really be his feline equivalent? The evidence sure was stacking up…

“You also both have beautiful blue eyes, you both walk that strut…”

“There’s something else that we share in common,” Bucky stated.

“And what’s that?”

“We both love you,” he softly smiled.

“Aww… I love you both too,” you smiled back.

Alpine meowed in agreement. She may not have really understood the words you were saying but she felt the love. You gave her a kiss and kissed Bucky’s cheek too.

“You know that thing they say about pets and their owners…”

“That they become identical after a while?” Bucky asked.

“Exactly. It’s not a bad thing. It just means you share a special bond…”

“I guess we do,” Bucky mused, picking up a piece of string for Alpine to play with.

The feline bapped at it with her paw and tried to pounce on it as Bucky dragged it along the ground. You smiled at your boyfriend and his kitty counterpart. Or was it Alpine and her human version? Either way, the pair of them were so much alike, it was no secret they found each other. They fit together like puzzle pieces. You loved them both very much.

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foxprints · 2 years

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@whumptober no. 16 : Brainwashing

@buckybarnesbingo fill: winter soldier as a separate personality

#whumptober 2022 #no.16 #brainwashing #marvel #mcu #art #blood #fanart #bucky barnes #winter soldier #b100 #buckybarnesbingo2022

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buckyismybicycle · 2 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Blowjobs, Facefucking, Face slapping, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Dom/Sub, Rough Oral Sex, Gagging, Crying, Praise Kink, Power Exchange Summary:

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue. [AO3 Link]

For @suck-tember Day 12: “Gag” For @buckybarnesbingo U2: Steve Rogers For @cabottombingo G4: AU: Dom/Sub For @mcukinkbingo G2: Dom/Sub Verse

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue.

Bucky exhales deeply, and Steve tries to be patient, he really does, but he’s been so hungry and Bucky is right there. He gets greedy and licks up the head of Bucky’s cock, his tongue dipping into the slit, and he groans victoriously as he comes away with the smallest bit of precome.

He yelps when Bucky roughly yanks his head back by the hair.

“I’m not in the mood today for you to misbehave,” Bucky growls, shifting as he finally takes his blood-splattered jacket off. He throws it on the ground beside Steve, followed by the torn t-shirt, leaning back against the couch with his glorious chest on display. “Do you understand?”

Steve pulls back just enough to nod obediently. Bucky’s had a rough mission, Steve knows that. Aside from the blood and miscellaneous flesh-looking bits stuck to him, there’s a scratch up his side that’s probably healing and Bucky has a deep scowl on. His muscles are taut with tension and his eyes are nearly murderous. Steve vows to fix that — he knows he’s the only one who can fix that, who can make Bucky’s body relax again and coax a smile back onto his face.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky makes a content noise. “Good kitten, now come here.” Bucky slides his pants and briefs down further, letting Steve watch, and salivate, as he reveals his toned thighs — thighs that Steve wants to ride at any given time.

Steve returns back to his rightful place between Bucky’s legs, eyes pleading for the next command. He’s been waiting so long for Bucky to come home.

“I need to unwind,” Bucky tells him plainly, reaching for the remote.

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whining, to keep from begging for Bucky’s attention.

He stays painfully still on his hands and knees as the sounds of the TV fill the room, eyes drawn to Bucky’s half-hard cock laying on his hip. He swallows his pooling saliva, heart hammering in his chest. Please, please, please —

“Give me your mouth.” Even though Bucky’s murmuring, quiet, it sends a shiver down his spine, the command heavy in the air.

He opens wide, chin on the couch between Bucky’s legs. The anticipation makes his eyes sparkle, wondering if Bucky will simply make Steve suck on his balls, or if he’ll immediately drive himself down Steve’s throat.

Bucky scoots forward an inch, feeding Steve his cock slowly, but surely.

Steve has to relax his throat, to take Bucky in even if he’s not actually hard yet – oh. Steve understands now. He lets Bucky all the way in, and seals his lips around the base, keeping still.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos, running his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve melts into the touch, eyes fluttering as his head begins to feel pleasantly light at the light praise. He loves being good for Bucky.

Bucky shifts from time to time, sometimes to get more comfortable on the couch, sometimes it’s a roll of his hips, but Steve stays put. The sound of the television drones in the background, and he has no idea how long he stays like that, his knees sore and his jaw aching, but he can feel Bucky’s cock beginning to fill. Steve feels like he’s doing his job, if he can feel Bucky growing inside his mouth.

Without warning, Bucky takes Steve’s head roughly in his hands, moving Steve up and down his hardened cock now. Steve can’t help the desperate groan as Bucky takes complete control over him, using his mouth like nothing more than a toy, even though he gags immediately.

Steve likes being taken by surprise, he never knows — and he never wants to know — what Bucky’s going to do next.

After he sputters at the initial push, he groans with every thrust of Bucky’s hot cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

The hardest part is not touching. He mentally berates himself for not asking for permission before. Curling his hands into fists against the carpet, he takes the full onslaught of Bucky having his way with him.

He’s apparently not fast enough — not limp enough because Bucky huffs, fingers bruising against his neck before he stops altogether.

Steve whines before he can help it — no, please don’t stop —

It’s cut off abruptly by the loud crack of Bucky’s palm against his cheek. Steve knows he fucked up, because Bucky pulls out completely, and no matter how hard Steve sucks, he knows he won’t get Bucky back.

Not until Bucky says so. If Bucky says so.

He gets a backhand across the other cheek this time. “Don’t fucking whine at me.”

Steve gulps nervously, staring up at Bucky’s cold, hard eyes. He goes to apologize, but he doesn’t have permission to speak, so he bows his head instead, to show how sorry he is, hoping Bucky will have mercy on him.

Bucky sighs, like a parent fed up with their child. “Last chance, kitty. Don’t make me stop again.”

Steve nods enthusiastically, licking his lips, opening his mouth wide again as he looks up at shining eyes. He tries to convey how much he cherishes this second chance, how he won’t fuck it up.

Bucky spreads his legs again, and Steve’s breath shortens, eyes fixated on the considerable length, thick, flushed and shining with Steve’s very own spit.

He’s grabbed by the strands of his hair, Bucky’s other hand – his metal hand – wraps around Steve’s neck underneath. Steve’s eyes roll in the back of his head before Bucky even gets all the way down, welcoming the heavy, bitter warmth on his tongue again.

Bucky hits the back of his throat in one swift motion and Steve fights his body’s natural reaction to gag, his stomach tensing up, eyes watering. He doesn’t make a sound though, his face scrunching with the effort of keeping his mouth open for Bucky to use.

“You can take it,” Bucky reminds him. “So take it.”

He can, he knows that much, but not without considerable effort. Steve’s entire body clenches up at the command and despite the burning sensation in his abs and the spasm of his muscles, he lets Bucky guide him wherever necessary for his pleasure. It builds and builds, until Bucky’s fucking into Steve’s mouth with abandon.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby –”

Steve preens under the praise, humming happily around Bucky’s cock that’s ravaging his throat. He chokes when Bucky’s fingers flex under his jaw, the metal plates faintly clicking into place – a reminder of how dangerous it can be. How easily Bucky could cut off his airway like this – and how Steve would simply let him. He heaves again, desperate for air as he tries to suck in a deep breath through his nose, saliva making a downright mess down his chin and atop Bucky’s balls.

“I said take it,” Bucky growls, somehow managing to lodge himself further, and Steve nearly loses it. He can’t stop the muffled gag, the strangled gasp of air as Bucky’s fingers tighten even more. Lightheaded, pleasantly floating, he takes a deep breath through his nose while his throat convulses around Bucky’s dick.

“God, look at you, so fucking pretty when you cry,” Bucky moans as he goes to stand, getting even more leverage. His muscles flex with each slam of his hips, balls slapping against Steve’s dripping chin. “S’this all for me? Huh, pretty? Cryin’ ‘cause you’re chokin’ on my cock?”

Steve isn’t sure what the sound he makes can even be classified as, but it’s needy and high-pitched, and he wants to scream yes, yes, yes – but it’s cut off by Bucky’s massive length as he utters one more command.

“Swallow.”

Steve doubles his efforts, swallowing around Bucky like he’s trying suck it out of him. He knows Bucky likes the sensation of his throat closing in, constricting around him, so he pushes past any discomfort to do just that, trying to be the perfect vice grip.

He loves this part – where he’s barely got enough oxygen, and yet all he wants is more, more of Bucky’s come, of Bucky’s praise, of the beautiful look on Bucky’s face when he shoots down Steve’s throat. Steve greedily gulps it all down, even as it dribbles out of the corners of his mouth, swallowing everything Bucky gives him like it’s his last meal on earth.

Bucky groans, long and echoing in the room, and Steve blinks his eyes open, looking up at him. His vision is blurry with tears as he pants for air, but he swallows one last time and opens his mouth, tongue out, to show Bucky that he’s done good.

Bucky smirks down at Steve before his features soften for a moment, brushing a tear away. “Okay?”

Steve nods eagerly, and Bucky’s face morphs back into something sinister, his devilish tongue licking Steve’s tear off his thumb before giving Steve’s face a few gentle slaps. “Good boy. Now into bed, where I’m gonna ruin your tight little hole.”

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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How About Love?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: Bucky Barnes owns a flower shop, and he’s not having the best day. A customer enters his store right when he’s about to close up for the night, and he couldn’t be more annoyed. He’s won over quickly though, by sad blue eyes, ridiculous shoulders, a soft voice and an appreciation for his craft. A Stucky (shrunkyclunks) love story through the seasons, title from the song “Seasons of Love”. Chapter 1 might not be 100% fluff, but I promise most of the fic will be.

Chapter 1: In Midnights - Read on AO3

Written for @flufftober day 2, prompt: Caught in the Rain (alt 2) and @buckybarnesbingo - Card: B101 | Square U5 - AU Flower Shop

#maya tries to write #flufftober 2022 #flufftober alt 2 #buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #stucky fic #shrunkyclunks #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Metal Arm Bros - Bucky Barnes Bingo C1

AN: I ummed and aahed for ages about how to fill this prompt, and then it came to me in a ball of fluff, that fits into my SamBucky verse. Thank you to @sidepartskinnyjeans for beta-ing.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banners by me

This is also my last entry for @buckybarnesbingo for 2022. It was certainly a challenge, but I'm trying not to beat myself up for not getting a blackout.

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Relationships: Bucky x Sam, Bucky & OCs (platonic)

Word Count: 1.9k

CW: Fluff, with the smallest amount of suggestiveness. Confused, and then completely in love Sam. Disabled Bucky. Disabled OC’s.

There was something up with Bucky.

Okay, Sam amended to himself, not ‘up’ up, but Bucky definitely had a secret going on. Not a bad secret; he’d be able to tell. A good secret, like when someone gets a hobby that they really enjoy, but don’t want to be judged for it, so they don’t tell anyone.

It had to be something like that, because when they were at home, at their apartment in New Orleans, every Thursday afternoon Bucky went out to ‘run errands’. He’d be gone for 3-4 hours, but there was no way his actual errands were taking that long.

Also, all of last week, Bucky had spent most of his free time holed up in the office working on something, but whenever Sam had walked in, Bucky had slammed the laptop closed, hiding whatever it was. Then, earlier this week, Bucky had been practically stalking the mailman, full of nervous energy as he stood by the window. Watching, waiting. God, he’d practically tackled the poor man as he’d walked up the path to the front door, signing for the package that had arrived at breakneck speed, before running straight to the office and shutting the door.

Now, Sam liked to grant Bucky as much privacy as possible, and knew that Bucky would let him know what was going on when he was ready, but he wasn’t above a little bit of snooping, so when he pressed his ear to the office door, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard Bucky giggle. An honest to god, excited giggle of pure unaffected joy.

Sam snuck away, glad that Bucky had some outside interest that was making him happy.

“Sa-am…”

There was a sweet pleading note to Bucky’s voice as he slid up behind Sam, who was washing up the breakfast things at the sink. Bucky wrapped his right arm around Sam’s waist and nuzzled his nose into Sam’s neck. There had been no need to put his prosthesis on this morning.

“Yes, Sugar? What are you after?”

“Can’t I just hug my boyfriend?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Baby, you literally just used the ‘I need a favour but don’t wanna ask outright’ voice. So spit it out. What do you want me to do?”

Bucky delayed for a few moments longer by trailing small kisses up and down Sam’s neck. This must be some favour, Sam thought, if he’s pulling out all the stops to make me agree. It wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying the sweet caress though.

“Would you come with me on my errands today?” There was a questioning note in Bucky’s voice, as though he’d just asked Sam to do something heinous, and was worried he’d say no.

“Of course, Buck. This mean you’re ready to let me in on whatever it is you’ve been doing these last few months?”

“Hhmm. But is it okay if I don’t tell you til we get there?”

Sam pulled the plug from the sink, wiped his hands on a dishtowel and turned in Bucky’s arm, smiling slightly at the face the world’s foremost assassin made when Sam’s dishwater soaked tee pressed up against him.

“Eeeww.”

“Baby. But yes, keep your secrets as long as you want, old man. What time do we need head out?”

“About 1.30.”

Sam slid his arms up around Bucky’s neck and pressed just a bit closer.

“So, does that mean there’s enough time for you to help me out of this disgusting t-shirt and make sure that I’m clean?”

Bucky grinned and dipped his head to nip at Sam’s ear.

“Can I get you a bit more dirty first, Captain?”

“I’m counting on it, Sergeant…”

Bucky had a bag with him. Just a plastic shopping bag left over from a trip to the grocery store, but there was definitely something in it. Sam tried to tamp down his nosiness and not look in it. Bucky also had his jacket zipped all the way up, so that none of the top he wore underneath could be seen. Sam had seen a small slash of purple as Bucky had slipped into the car, and twisted to put the bag on the back seat, but didn’t say anything. He was intrigued though. Bucky didn’t own any purple tops. Maybe that’s what had come in the mail?

Bucky put the car in drive and pulled out, heading towards town.

Curiouser and curiouser, Sam thought, channelling his inner Alice.

They got onto highway 90, clockwise, heading over the Huey P Long bridge and looping round and down the 611-1, towards the north side of the river.

“Are we going to the zoo, Buck?”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

“Not today, doll, but do ya wanna, sometime?”

“I could be persuaded. Have a little romantic date, see if we can spot any gay penguins?”

“Sam, they don’t have penguins at Audubon. You should know that.”

“Okay, gay flamingos.”

“Can flamingos even be gay?”

“Now there’s a question…”

Sam looked out of the window as they turned off Leake just north of the Zoo, and that’s when he knew where they were headed.

“Bucky-bear? Are we headed to the Children’s Hospital?”

Bucky nodded, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You gonna tell me yet?”

“Nuh-uuh.”

“Okay, mystery machine. You keep your secret for a little longer…”

They pulled into the parking garage, and after finding a space, Bucky started to assuredly lead Sam through the large hospital, mystery bag in hand. He gave small smiles to staff who obviously recognised him from his numerous visits before. The place was a maze, but Bucky guided Sam through it without incident until they reached a pair of double doors that apparently led to a physiotherapy gym.

He stopped outside and turned to Sam.

“You promise to stay chill?”

Sam smiled at Bucky’s worried expression.

“You know me, baby. I’m always chill. You got nothing to worry about. Now, gimme some sugar, Sugar.”

Sam pulled on Bucky’s jacket, closing the distance between them and landing a short but intense kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. Bucky’s eyes stayed closed for a few moments after Sam pulled away, dazed by the feelings evoked, but he pulled himself together and walked into the room.

The first thing that Sam noticed was that, obviously, there were children in the room, although given it was a children’s hospital, that wasn’t all too surprising. The second thing was that all six of the children present, who seemed to range in age from about 7 to12 if Sam was any judge, had an arm prosthesis. Then it was the third thing, how all of the kids, almost as one, turned as the doors swooshed shut…

“Bucky!”

Dropping his bag on the floor, Bucky knelt down with his arms open wide as six small bodies barrelled into him. Despite his preparation, he was bowled over, six excited voices all talking at once.

“Are they here?”

“Did you bring them?”

“I can’t wait to see!”

Bucky sat up, gently shaking the kids off.

“Hey guys. Now just hang on a moment. I brought someone to meet you.”

Bucky pointed in Sam’s direction and the group turned and looked at him, owlishly. Not really knowing how to react, Sam gave them a small smile and a shy wave. There was silence for a moment, until one of the children, a little boy with close cropped dark hair, and a lower arm prosthesis on his left arm, gasped in recognition and threw himself at Sam.

“Captain America! Bucky wasn’t lying.”

There was a chorus of of “oohs” and “woahs” from the other kids, and then Sam found himself as surrounded as Bucky had been a minute earlier.

“Is it true you can fly?”

“Can you talk to birds?”

“When did you know you loved Mr Bucky?”

Sam knew he must look like a deer caught in headlamps, pleading silently with Bucky for assistance. Bucky grinned at him, hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. He really was a dick sometimes. He did come to Sam’s rescue though.

“Come on, let him breathe. I’d like to take him home alive at the end of the session. So let me do proper introductions. Guys, this is Sam Wilson, aka Captain America. Sam, meet my Metal Arm Bros…and Sis; Tyrone, Jack, Malik, Taylor, Stuart and Cassidy. Now, all of you - go get on with your exercises and I’ll be around and then we’ll do some group stuff, yeah?”

There was a riotous cacophony as the kids ran off with their parents and their physiotherapists and Sam watched them as Bucky came up and stood next to him, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist and leaning in.

“So….this is what I’ve been doing. A physical and emotional support group for kids who need arm prosthetics. I wanted to show them they are not limited by their disability. It was Rhodey’s idea, actually. He does something similar with mobility impaired kids up in DC. Thought it could be good for me to do something that has real value, you know? And I’m so privileged to have this one from the Wakandan’s. Heck, even my old one was the height of technology when it was made. I just want to help where I can.”

Sam didn’t know what to say at first. He was just in awe; of all that Bucky had done. How much he’d achieved.

“Show me around Jamie. Introduce me properly to your kids.”

The next hour and a half flew by Sam watched Bucky interact with the children, so full up on love for his boyfriend he thought he might explode. He assisted the physiotherapists as they worked with each child, individually and in groups. He encouraged them when they struggled, acting like a big brother.

Was this how he’d acted with his sisters?

Sam shouldn’t be so surprised. He already knew Bucky was good with Cass, and AJ, and their friends.

At the end of the session Bucky did a round robin with the kids, talking about their triumphs and tribulations from the previous week. Then, finally, it was time to find out what was in Bucky’s mystery bag. Folded purple fabric, the same shade as the t-shirt that Bucky had on, that was still hidden by his leather jacket. Bucky handed each excited child their own bundle and there were grins all round as they unfolded them; they obviously knew what they were expecting.

“Bucky! I love it!”

Little Cassidy threw herself at Bucky and Sam got a look at her t-shirt as it fluttered to the ground. In bold white lettering it proclaimed ‘Metal Arm Sis’. Looking around at the boys, Sam saw them pulling their tee’s on over their heads, proudly displaying ’Metal Arm Bro.’

“And you got one too!” Sam turned back to see Cassidy unzipping the front of Bucky’s jacket, to show he also had on a Metal Arm Bro shirt.

“Of course I’ve got one, how else am I supposed to show that we’re all family. Especially when… we go to the zoo next week!”

For the second time that afternoon Bucky was buried under a pile of squealing children as their parents and therapists looked on, smiling. And Sam? Sam couldn’t hold back the tears of joy any longer as he watched his partner, his boyfriend, moving forward with his life, in his own way.

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scottxlogan · 2 years

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Note: This a companion piece to my art submission for the Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022 for the square of AU: Western. I realized I should probably do two different images for the western series. The first art piece for the bingo and the larger image of this can be found on AO3 here.)

#bucky barnes #buckybarnesbingo2022 #digital art #cowboy bucky

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ribbonsflyingoutthewindow · 1 year

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Moodboards for a story in my head in which Bucky and Natasha are bikers that meet at the same bar and he flirts with her even though she's clearly out of his league, but she gives him a chance because Alpine peeks out of his leather jacket.

#bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #buckynat #stay warm #marvel #avengers #buckybarnesbingo2022 #winterwidow #black widow #winter soldier #fan art #personal

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steverogersnotebook · 1 year

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The Only

Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo Bingo square: B1 Prompt: [image] Blue coat/Howling Commandos Bucky Ship/Pairing: Howling Commandos Rating: Gen Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, WWII Bucky, Howling Commandos Warnings/Triggers: None Summary: The memories slot into place through a collection of photos from Bucky's days fighting alongside Steve and the Howling Commandos.

#bucky barnes #howling commandos #bbbingo #bbb2022 #buckybarnesbingo2022 #moodboard #wwii bucky #old timey sarge

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Scream

Title: Scream

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Human!Female!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 624

Tags: Smut, daddy kink, restraints, choking, Bucky is a vampire, oral fixation, pet names, begging, breath play, possessive behavior, orgasm denial, implied edging, oral sex (female receiving), and I think that's it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @anyfandomaubingo, and @buckybarnesbingo

Square(s) Filled: Daddy Kink for Kinktober // Human x Vampire for AFG AU Bingo // and Free Space for Bucky Barnes Bingo

Beta(s): None

“Well, well, well, sweetheart...I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out for this long…”

Bucky stalks up to you, his eyes traveling the length of your bound form. It had been almost two months since he’d become a vampire. Your heart longs to have your Bucky back. The conditioned, stealthy, partner who saved your ass too many times to count, but your body craves this new version of him.

Most people would call you insane for making yourself this vulnerable to a creature of the night, but deep down, he’s still your Bucky. The one who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. The one who used to stay up late watching Disney movies and eating junk food with you, and the one who made love to you under the stars on summer nights. Most of all, he’s still the one you fell in love with. You know he’s still in there, he has to be, and that no matter how corrupted his soul is, you trust he’ll never intentionally harm you.

“Bucky… p-please…”

His eyes become perilous, narrowing to thin slits and his hand wraps dangerously around your throat.

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

Realization hits you like a freight train. When you’re with him like this, tied up and at his mercy, you’re only allowed to call him Daddy. You immediately try to backtrack, hoping to fix your slip-up.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy…”

Bucky’s hand tightens just the right amount to block your airway, his cock pushing against the fabric of your panties.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and here I was about to reward you. You were doing so well, sweetheart.”

A whimper of frustration is all you can muster. You’ve been restrained to these boards for nearly forty minutes, and he hasn’t touched you where you desperately needed him to yet. You feel your arousal dampen the thin material as you try desperately to gain any sort of friction. Bucky knows how badly you need to cum, and he also knows he’s the only one who can make you do it.

“Daddy… please I-I… need you.”

His menacing smirk nearly draws a moan from your lips, but you know better than to break any more of his rules. Before you can blink, he rips what little clothing you’re wearing off and sinks to his knees. His hooded eyes stare into yours, the deep stormy blue almost putting you in a trance when they suddenly flick to a deep, burgundy. He utters only one word, before devouring your pussy with his skilled tongue and sharp teeth. They don’t cut you, but the drag of them on your sensitive skin makes you shiver.

“Mine.”

From the moment you met him, you knew he had an oral fixation. There wasn’t a time when he wasn’t either eating, licking his lips, or chewing on a pen cap. What you didn’t know, however, was how good he was at this. You’re right there, so close to falling over the edge when he pulls away, his red eyes piercing your own once again.

“Oh no, princess, you don’t get to cum yet. Only good girls get to do that. Don’t you remember what you did? Hm? Calling me by my name? I’ve got the perfect punishment for you to learn your lesson though. I’m going to devour this sweet little cunt of yours, and you can’t cum until you’re loud enough for my liking. Do you understand?”

You can barely think straight, let alone respond. Your walls flutter around nothing at his words, but you somehow give him the answer he wants.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, do me a favor, sweetheart, and let me hear how loud you can scream.”

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Enemy Mine - Kinktober 21

Summary: Your neighbor is more than a loud biker...

This is the alternative version to: Annoying guy (1)

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)

Raiting: Mature

Square 9 filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Idiots in love

Square G4 filled for @mcukinkbingo: Character is a secret admirer

Square C4 filled for @buckybarnesbingo: Enemies to lovers

Warnings: language, arguments, enemies to lovers, mentions of stalking (kinda), sexual harassment (not Bucky), blood, fighting, making out, fluff

Words: 1,7k

A/N: This one is a little tamer and does not include explicit smut.

Kinktober 2022

2022 MARVEL FLUFF BINGO masterlist

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“BARNES!!!“ you yell loud enough to wake the dead. It’s too early in the morning to mess with you. “What the fuck is wrong with you and your friends.”

“Doll, morning,” James Barnes, or Bucky to his friends, strolls toward you, grinning as you try not to throw your bag at the annoying biker. “What can I do for you, beautiful.”

“You,” pointing your finger at the biker, you growl his name, “know exactly what I want. Your fine friends are parking in front of my garage again! Three bikes, Barnes! I can’t get my car out of the garage.”

“Oh-yeah.”

You huff as the biker steps closer to you. He’s wearing no shoes. His shirt is inside out, and he forgot to zip his pants up. In other words – your neighbor is a mess.

Bucky nervously chuckles. “About that. Uh-I’d like to help you, doll. But…”

“But?” you put your hands on your hips. “I want you to go to your house and tell your friends to get their fucking bikes off my property! I’ll call the cops!”

“Doll, they are still out cold,” Bucky offers a shy smile. “And a little drunk. They can’t drive right now.”

“Great,” you start to pace in front of your house. “I got an important meeting and now, I won’t make it. You are the worst, Barnes. I can’t believe I defended you when everyone else told me you mean trouble.”

“You’re my favorite neighbor!” he hastily says. “You’ve got a good heart. You always take good care of Mrs. Munz, and feed stray cats.”

“I know it was a mistake to be too kind to the likes of you. Offering cookies to you when you did nothing but annoy and anger me.”

“Doll,” he sighs deeply, “I’m sorry my friends parked their bikes in front of your garage. I told them to not do it again. Wilson and Barton can be a little intense, and Steve is just a bastard wanting to mess with me.”

“You’re so frustrating,” you huff as he guiltily looks at you. “Move those bikes or I’ll find someone moving them.”

“How about I drive you to your meeting?” he offers. “Give me five minutes to get my shoes and, uh…you know, some clothes. I can drive you.”

“I won’t get in a car with you.”

“Not a car.”

Bucky points at his Harley. “No way. It’s in the middle of the winter, Barnes. I won’t get on your death trap. I’ll call a cab and you will pay for it.”

“Doll don’t be like that. I’m a very good and careful driver,” you don’t believe a single word leaving his lips. “I will bring you to your meeting and drive you home afterward. Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you at all, Barnes. You’re a hooligan, a biker, and you’re not even wearing shoes,” you’re exasperated by your neighbor’s behaviour once again. “I will call a cab now.”

“I wanted to greet you and forgot to put shoes on,” he laughs lightly. “Give me a chance to make things up to you. I’m going to keep you safe.”

“This job interview is important to me. I like my job, and working from home but need a change,” you try to explain to Bucky that he can’t ruin this for you.

“Let me help you.”

“Fine. If you stop calling me, doll, you can drive me,” you turn around to walk back inside your house. “I’ll be waiting inside for you to get dressed. You’ve got five minutes.”

“Five, okay,” he almost trips over his feed while running toward his house. “I’ll be right back, doll-I mean Y/N. Just a minute.”

“I hate him so much,” shaking your head you watch Bucky enter his house. A few seconds later he stumbles back outside, boots, a leather jacket, and a helmet in his arms. “At least he’s fast…”

“Doll…Y/N,” he hurriedly walks toward his bike. “Give me a moment to put my shoes and jacket on. We can go on a ride in a minute.”

“If I die today, I’ll haunt you, Barnes,” you walk toward his bike, admiring the Harley for a moment, and the name written on it. “Howling Commando, huh?”

“We called our old combat unit that,“ he shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter anymore. That was a lifetime ago.”

“Army?” you ask as he hands you the helmet.

“How do you know?” Bucky asks.

“You are still wearing your dog tags, dummy,” you chuckle lightly and point at the dog tags dangling from his neck.

“Yes, and yes,” he swings his leg over the bike. “I lost my arm during our last mission. The artificial arm works just fine.”

“I didn’t ask.”

He holds out his hand to help you get on the bike. “The ladies never complained,” gosh, you hate the smirk on his face so much. “Especially when I use my index and middle finger on them.”

“You’re a pig, Barnes.”

“Miss, Y/L/N, nice to meet you,” your potential new boss shakes your hand. He’s holding it a little too long for your liking, but you brush it off. You’ve been working from home for so long, it feels like you turned into a hermit.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rumlow.”

“Same, darling, same.”

You sit on the chair he offered to you, waiting for Rumlow to start the conversation. You’re a little nervous as this is the first job interview you attend for what feels like ages.

Rumlow sits on his desk and just watches you for a while. He licks his lips, and you can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable in his company.

“I heard about the position from a friend,” you break the awkward moment. “They said you are looking for-“ he raises his hand, and you fall silent. “What is it, Mr. Rumlow?” you fear that you just messed up your only chance to get the job.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Erm-“ you don’t know what to say. Personal questions shouldn’t be part of a job interview. Especially not questions about your relationship status. “I got…he drove me here.”

You bite your lower lip. Fuck, you just told your new boss, or future new boss Bucky is your boyfriend.

“The guy on the bike?” you frown. How can he know about the bike? “I saw you arrive with that biker. Is it serious?”

“What? I-yes. I think it’s serious. I mean we are getting serious.”

You lie. Again. What else can you do?

“What a pity. He’s not worth your time, darling,” Rumlow dips his head to let his eyes wander up and down your body. “I bet those pretty lips would look so much better around my cock.”

You heard enough. You slowly get up from your chair, straighten your jacket and turn to leave the office. “You should know, sexual harassment is a crime, Mr. Rumlow. I will report you after I left your office.”

Rumlow won’t let you get out of the office. He grips your left upper arm, squeezing hard. You cry out in pain and try to slap his face. But he simply pushes you against the wall, making you wince in pain.

“You came here for a job, and I offer one to you. I need someone to suck my dick,” he smirks darkly. “Your lips just look pretty enough to do the job.”

“Let go of me!” you panic and do the only thing coming to your mind. – You scream at the top of your lungs for help. “HELP!”

“Who do you think will come to your aid, huh?”

Bucky answers your attacker’s question. He storms into the room, and throws his helmet at Rumlow, who, out of instinct, catches the helmet and lets go of your arm.

“Doll, what happened?” Bucky looks you all over. He gently runs his hand over your arm, making you wince. “He hurt you.” He concludes without waiting for your response. “I need you to leave the room.”

“No. Let’s just go, Bucky,” it’s the first time you called him by his name, and his heart flutters. It’s a pity he cannot tell you how happy it makes him hear his name leave your lips. “I don’t want to go alone.”

“Wait here, then.”

Bucky roughly shoves his jacket down his shoulders. He turns to you, to wrap you in his jacket. “This won’t take long.”

You whimper as Bucky turns back around to throw a punch at Rumlow. The man is taken by surprise. He didn’t think your neighbor would attack him.

“You touched her,” Bucky growls. This time he uses his metal wrist to break Rumlow’s nose.

The man doesn’t fight back. He’s not the kind of man getting into a fight. “You’ll never touch her again.”

You flinch when Bucky punches his opponent’s face again, and again until, Rumlow falls to the ground, coughing blood.

“Bucky,” you wrap your hand around his wrist to stop the biker to do something drastic. Like killing the man putting his hands on you.

You flee out of the room, Bucky hot on your heels.

Somewhere between breaking Rumlow’s face and running for your life, you managed to get on his bike and drive back home…

“How’s your fist doing?”

“It’s a metal fist, doll,” Bucky watches you sit next to him on your couch. “I’ll live.”

“Y-ou just hit a man for me. I think you even broke his nose,” you softly say. “I don’t even know your middle name and you defended my honor.”

Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat when you straddle his lap. He just looks at you through his fluttering lashes and opens his mouth as you press your lips to his. “Baby doll.”

“Just shut up, Barnes,” you wiggle on his lap to straddle one of his thighs. “I need to find a way to make you shut up, I guess.”

“I can hardly wait.”

“Don’t you think I didn’t see you watch me all the time. I saw you put those flowers on my front porch too,” claiming his lips again you start to rub your pussy over his thigh. “You’re a little stalker, aren’t you? I knew that you watched me play with my pussy.”

“I see myself as a secret admirer. Why did you never say a thing?” his hands move to your ass to guide you up and down his thigh. “You let me watch you undress and get yourself off.”

“Maybe I like being watched,” he groans as you roll your hips faster. “If you make sure that your friends never park in front of my garage again, you are allowed to watch me tonight too…”

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Left Unsupervised

Summary: After a night of heavy drinking, Bucky tries to piece together everything that happened. He vows never to get that drunk again

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 978

Square Filled: U5- Never Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of pain/ discomfort

From the moment Bucky woke, he felt like he had been hit by Thor’s hammer. Everything ached, his stomach was ready to be violently ill if he moved and someone was playing the drum solo to Wipeout on the inside of his skull. Judging by the groans around him, there were other victims from last night’s festivities or zombies had invaded the tower. Bucky didn’t really care if it were the latter as long as they made his death a quick one and put him out of his misery. He tried to ask if anyone else felt like melted death but it only came out as a garbled sound. It clearly must have been enough to illicit a response.

“Shh,” Clint hissed, clutching his head.

“Shut up, you’re practically screaming,” Tony groaned.

“What… what happened last night?” Bucky asked, swallowing the bile that had risen in the back of his throat.

“Don’t you remember?”

Bucky tried hard but there was a huge chunk of last night that was missing. Maybe if he followed the breadcrumbs backwards, they might lead a trail back to the beginning but that would have to wait until the pain behind his eyes subsided. There would also be a level of panic once he realised his metal arm was no longer attached to his body.

…

By the time Bucky’s hangover had turned bearable, he was finally starting to remember what had led to him drinking so much. Tony had a little party for all you Avengers which Thor had brought Asgardian ale to. It was fun for a little while but then someone had suggested a drinking game and that was the last part he could remember. You and Bruce had wisely turned in early for the night but with the group’s last two braincells leaving them, they got rather… stupid.

“Morning everyone,” you greeted.

The hungover Avengers greeted you like a vampire to garlic.

“I see we haven’t fully recovered from all the fun of last night,” you commented, making your coffee.

“Yeah, about that… What… what exactly happened?” Bucky asked.

“You don’t remember? No, that doesn’t surprise me. You would be horrified if you did that sober,” you giggled.

Bucky went white. What exactly had he done? As if reading his mind, you decided to start filling in some of the blanks.

“Let’s start with the voicemails, shall we?”

“H-how many did I leave?”

“It’s hard to say… between the voicemails, the text messages, and the videos, I lost count…”

“V-videos?”

“I’ll show you them after this,” you replied, playing the first message from earlier in the night.

Bucky: Hi, Y/N. I just want to say that I think you’re really smart for going to bed early and you’re also really pretty and…

Sam *in the background*: Dude just ask her out already!

Bucky: I can’t just ask her over the phone

Sam *in the background*: Ask her!

Bucky: No!

*Sound of thudding*

Bucky remembered Sam tackling him, trying to get him to confess his feelings for you. He wanted to confess, really he did but he didn’t think it’d be appropriate when he completely plastered. Bucky looked over at you to see you giving him a sly grin.

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s move onto my favourite video…”

Bucky wasn’t sure he liked the way you said that. He could watch in horror as you played the video.

It started off with a little bad camera work before it came into focus on Bucky who was standing up on the bar.

“This one’s for you, Y/N,” he slurred, pointing to the camera.

The song The Stripper came on and Bucky started taking off his shirt. The others all cheered and catcalled and Nat cackled from behind the camera. Bucky took his shirt off and twirled it above his head before flinging it off to some unknown corner. He next tried to undo his pants and managed to get them open but then fell off the bar.

“You okay, Barnes?” Nat called.

Bucky gave a thumb’s up before falling back down.

The video ended there. Bucky felt absolutely mortified.

“Wait, so when did I lose my arm?”

“Hold on, I think I have the video where you were showing off…”

Bucky placed his hand on yours to stop you scrolling. Suddenly, all the stupid things he did last night in an attempt to win you over came back to him. Nobody stopped him, instead, they only encouraged it.

“I… I feel like I should explain…” he began but you placed a finger on his lips.

“No need. Often when we’re drunk, our most honest selves are on display…”

“Well, I am never drinking Asgardian ale and getting that drunk again,” Bucky sighed.

You kissed his cheek, making him look at you in surprise.

“I thought it was cute. A little misguided maybe but I guess you needed a little liquid courage to confess your true feelings,” you baited, hoping now that everything was out in the open he would tell you what was on his mind.

“Y/N, I would really like to take you out sometime…” he softly smiled.

“I’d like that too, Bucky,” you smiled back. “I’d kiss you but you smell like a dumpster fire…”

“No, no, I get it. We’ll go when I’m not feeling like death warmed over…”

“It’s a date,” you smiled, heading off to check on the damages left by the carnage that was last night.

Bucky was glad he could finally confess his feelings for you but he promised himself he would never get that stupid drunk again.

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