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SEBASTIAN STAN at Kering Women in Motion Dinner at Cannes Film Festival.

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Verbally soft doms who tell you how amazing you feel, give you many compliments and kisses, while being as rough as they can with you and pounding into you so hard your might break

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Imagine trading stories with Bucky about holiday traditions you remember.

You notice he brightens a bit as he talks about Christmas and how back when he was a kid his ma used to wait until Christmas eve to put up the tree. How fun it was to spend the afternoon with his parents and sister making the house magical before heading off to bed at night full of excitement.

Imagine the way his face softens from confusion to the sweetest smile when he wakes up on Christmas eve to you in the living room with a fresh tree and all the decorations you could get your hands on last minute, insisting on setting it all up together after breakfast.

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Velimir Khlebnikov, from “The Night Before the Soviets” (tr. by Gary Kern)

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"I'm in public" bf 🤝 *sends him nudes* gf

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i am a sucker for the typical stoic fictional man who is actually so soft for his s/o. who buries his nose into the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist whenever he can. maybe he’s not always good with his words, but for you? god. he literally hands you his heart on a silver platter

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i would like to be loved like a fanfic or fucked like a fanfic but i will take both please and thank you

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“Take the lover who looks at you like you’re some kind of magic.”

— Frida Khalo

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wouldn’t put up anything remotely resembling a fight

Bucky Barnes drabble

Bucky loves morning cuddles. He's actively sabotaged your alarms and attempts to get ready for work in the mornings. His favorite is using his left arm to keep you pinned against him.

"Oh no," he sarcastically whines. "My arm is broken and can't move now. Looks like we're stuck here all day."

"Bucky, you have to let me up."

"I can't. My arm is broken. Can't move it."

"If your arm was actually broken I'd be crushed under the weight of it."

"It's stuck in place. Trust me, can't move it."

"I have to go to work eventually, you know?"

"Nope. You're stuck with me."

You grab your phone and text your boss that you'll be in late today. Then you allow yourself to fully relax against Bucky. Though you can't see it, you can feel him smiling in triumph at getting more cuddles.

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a/n: just needed to get this fluffy little scene that played in my head in the middle of the night last night out there

Listening to: To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe) - Hozier

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find yourself alone in bed. Bucky had been there with you mere hours before— he’d stroked your hair and down your spine as you drifted off to sleep, cuddled up to his side, head comfortably rested on his burly chest, legs intertwined. You sighed as you lifted yourself from your comfy mattress, knowing exactly where to find your lover on a night like this.

Your feet padded almost silently down the short hallway of the apartment as you made your way to living room, following the soft glow of the television that was quietly playing one of Bucky's comfort films. As expected, you found him there on the hard floor with just a pillow and a couple of throw blankets. He was fast asleep, curled up on his side, barely covered by the blanket he'd draped over himself when he made his makeshift bed. Though they had mostly subsided, he still had the occasional nightmare and, stubborn as ever, he downright refused to wake you when you looked so angelic sleeping peacefully next to him no matter how many times you insisted you wanted him to, so he'd stealthily retreat to the living room floor to ensure he didn't disturb you. You shook your head softly as you tiptoed across the floor, laying yourself down behind his large form and melding your body to his, your arm sliding around his torso and clutching his chest. He began to stir as he felt your touch and you planted a comforting kiss on his shoulder blade to silently say it's me, you're safe.

"Go back to bed, darlin'," he sleepily croaked out as his fingers interlaced with yours, his natural desire to be close to you betraying his command.

You shimmied up impossibly closer to him and placed another peck to his back as you made yourself as comfortable as possible. "Hush, stubborn man."

He knew better than to argue, being that you were just as stubborn. He drew your hand to his lips and exhaled in relief before falling back to sleep in the warmth of your arms.

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Didn’t necessarily plan on going absolutely feral on this fine Saturday afternoon, but here we are 😮‍💨

Let Me Give You A Hand

Summary: An offhand comment about you being too heavy for your boyfriend to pick up, offends Bucky more than you thought possible. Now he has to show you how wrong you are. 

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff

A/N: Prompt based on an ask from @marvelmaree. Not beta’d all mistakes are my own. 

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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The first time you mentioned it, it was a casual remark, you didn’t think anything of it, but Bucky was confused. Very confused. He thought maybe it was some strange saying women from this time said. But it bothered him that you wouldn’t let him help you. 

So he brought it up to Sam, explaining how he tried to lift you up so that you could reach into the back of the top cabinet, however, you gently slapped his hands away saying you were too much, too heavy and he would throw out his back. 

That led to an entire conversation that he never thought he would have. He never considered that you would have any insecurities, why would he when Bucky thought you were perfection.

 He spent the entire drive home mulling it over and the only flaw that he could come up with was that you didn’t think he couldn’t lift you up, that you believed that you were too heavy for him. 

And he did not like that.

 When he walked into the house, Bucky found you sitting on the couch watching Netflix, he studied you for a good five minutes, getting closer and closer until his nose was touching yours. 

You look up from the screen to see an irate Bucky glaring at you, and you can’t figure out why. “Uh, Bucky, you okay?” you ask slowly, moving back into the cushions. 

“You don’t think I can handle you, huh?” he challenges, placing his arms around you, “you think you’re too heavy for me?” His offended tone lingering in the air. 

You stammer out, “well I, I mean, I didn’t want you to drop me or anything.” 

And that sets him off. He has plans already forming in his mind. He nods, his narrowed blue eyes peering into yours, “okay then, doll.” 

He walks away with a laugh, “we’ll see about that.” 

You stare at his retreating body. “We shall see about that!” 

That night, you’re walking out of the bathroom about to go to sleep when he scoops you up with his right hand and holds you in the air, ignoring your startled shrieks, he walks around to your side of the bed and gently lays you down. 

You look up shocked and mildly confused for the second time today, Bucky smirks at you and places a kiss on your lips. 

“Goodnight, doll.” He has a smug air about him, his blue eyes telling you he’s right and you’re wrong. It’s intoxicating, and he loves it. Not as much as he loves you but it’s pretty damn close 

The next morning, the previous incident is forgotten as you drag yourself awake and search for the caffeine you need to survive Monday. You shuffle to the kitchen, a quick press of a button on the fancy machine that Tony gave you, and the familiar aroma of coffee floats through the air. 

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pining TFATWS!Bucky coded 🥹

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is ur blog minor safe??

For the most part, at least for now! If/when that changes, I’ll make sure to clearly note it

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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed 🥹💕

Summary: pining TFATWS!Bucky

Listening to: Having a Party - Sam Cooke

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The song playing over the the stereo ended, switching to something classic and uptempo. Bucky stood across the dock with Sam, only halfway tuned in to the conversation as he watched you begin to tap your foot to the beat, chatting happily with Sarah and the other ladies at the picnic table. She likes this song, he thought. She wants to dance.

"Just go ask her, man," Sam said slightly exasperated, reading Bucky's obvious stare.

Bucky quickly tore his eyes from you and shot a look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head and striding over to take a seat next to his sister.

You should ask her, Bucky thought. You want to ask her. You could dance once, you could probably remember some steps. He nodded to himself and calmly made his way over to your table.

You smiled up at him as he approached, always happy to see him, and even more so today as you witnessed him come out of his shell in such a public setting.

You can do this, he told himself as he made his last steps toward you. Stood in front of you, he opened his mouth to speak when Sam's young nephew, Cass, suddenly jumped between you.

"Y/n, would you like to dance," Cass asked nervously.

You put a hand on your chest, melting at the little boy's sweetness. "Would I ever?" You took his hand and rose to your feet, letting him lead the way. "I'll be just a minute," you shouted to Bucky from over your shoulder.

Bucky nodded and forced a grin, trying to hide the defeat.

"Gotta be quicker next time," Sam laughed.

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Thank you so much! Might need to do a redeeming follow up 🤭

Summary: pining TFATWS!Bucky

Listening to: Having a Party - Sam Cooke

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The song playing over the the stereo ended, switching to something classic and uptempo. Bucky stood across the dock with Sam, only halfway tuned in to the conversation as he watched you begin to tap your foot to the beat, chatting happily with Sarah and the other ladies at the picnic table. She likes this song, he thought. She wants to dance.

"Just go ask her, man," Sam said slightly exasperated, reading Bucky's obvious stare.

Bucky quickly tore his eyes from you and shot a look at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head and striding over to take a seat next to his sister.

You should ask her, Bucky thought. You want to ask her. You could dance once, you could probably remember some steps. He nodded to himself and calmly made his way over to your table.

You smiled up at him as he approached, always happy to see him, and even more so today as you witnessed him come out of his shell in such a public setting.

You can do this, he told himself as he made his last steps toward you. Stood in front of you, he opened his mouth to speak when Sam's young nephew, Cass, suddenly jumped between you.

"Y/n, would you like to dance," Cass asked nervously.

You put a hand on your chest, melting at the little boy's sweetness. "Would I ever?" You took his hand and rose to your feet, letting him lead the way. "I'll be just a minute," you shouted to Bucky from over your shoulder.

Bucky nodded and forced a grin, trying to hide the defeat.

"Gotta be quicker next time," Sam laughed.

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idk how I missed this but thank you so much for including me i’m ????? 💕

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