#Bucky Barnes Birthday

[jobean12-blog]

Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You and Bucky are neighbors and you’ve been subtly flirting for weeks so when his Birthday comes around you make him his favorite treat.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by a lovely little ask my dear friend @lizette50 and because I love these gifs and Bucky and it’s his birthday! Yay! Thanks a bunch sweets and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: cookies and fluff and sweetness🥰

Knock, knock.

“Shit.”

“Bucky? You there?”

“Shit, shit. Fuck.”

“I can hear you.”

“One sec doll.”

He puts down his food and sighs, assessing the damage.

“Fuck.”

The moment he opens the door he forgets the sauce on his shirt, the sight of you stealing all coherent thoughts from his brain.

“You…ok?” you ask as your eyes fall to the red stains on his crisp white shirt and metal arm. “Did you and Alpine get in a fight?”

He laughs. “Nah doll. Just made a mess eatin’ dinner. Come on in.”

He moves aside and holds his door open. You brush past him, and he gets hit with a whiff of the smell of your shampoo, his eyes closing involuntarily and his chest expanding with an inhale.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you cheer, turning and throwing your arms around his neck.

For a moment he’s too shocked to move but then he circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.

“Shit!” he says again.

“More shit?” you ask as you laugh into his chest.

“I probably got sauce on you now!” he explains as you slowly pull away and look down at your shirt.

“Looks like I managed to stay clean,” you giggle. “But whatever that is it looks good.”

“It is,” he responds.

You look back down at the stain on his shirt and swipe your finger through the sauce, lifting it to your lips.

“Mm, definitely yummy.”

His eyes fall to your lips and track the movement of your tongue when you lick them clean.

“Want some?” he says, his voice hoarse.

“After I clean you up.”

You grab his metal hand and bring him to the sink, carefully sliding it under the water until most of the sauce washes off.

“I think there’s still some in between the pieces,” you muse as you turn his wrist back and forth.

“I can get that out,” he says with a smile.

You watch as he steps back and removes his shirt, then with a few smooth movements detaches his arm from his shoulder. When he opens the dishwasher you can’t stop your giggle.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yup. Works great!”

“But we can’t put your shirt in there…”

You tap your chin and then call him back to the sink. Using the cold water, you run the back of the stained section under the water then use the dish soap to gently massage the spot.

“If it’s still not out after we do this a couple of times we can try some white vinegar. Then you can wash it.”

“Thanks doll face.”

“No problem!”

He waits patiently as you work out the stain and when you’re satisfied you hand him back his shirt.

“Wow, not bad!” he says.

You preen with a lift of your chin and a smile and then grab his food, being sure to lean over the counter so when you take a bite the sauce drips onto the foil.

“Mm,” you say through a mouthful. “Worth the stain.”

“You can have the rest,” he says.

“Nah, just wanted a taste.”

You look up and find him staring at your mouth.

“What?”

He steps closer, tentatively lifting his hand and brushing the pad of his thumb along the corner of your mouth.

“Sauce,” he explains before licking it off his finger.

You swallow hard and give him a breathy thanks. The silence stretches between you and the tension builds until finally you blurt out, “I made cookies…for your birthday.”

“Cookies?” he repeats as if the word is alien.

“Yeah. That’s why I came over. To tell you I made cookies.”

“I love cookies.”

“I know you do.”

“Can I have one?” he asks. “Or five.”

“You can have as many as you want. Come on, I just took them out of the oven before I came by.”

“Hang on doll, just lemme get my arm.”

He opens the door to the dishwasher and slides out the rack, grabbing his metal arm. With ease he pops it back onto his shoulder and does a quick set of movements to make sure it’s comfortable.

When he meets you by the door you grab his metal wrist and search the spot where the sauce spilled.

“Really does work,” you say with a smile.

“Every time,” he answers with a wink.

Sliding your fingers down toward his hand you close them around his and tug him out the door and across the hall.

As soon as you get into your apartment you’re enveloped in the smell of buttery sweetness and melted chocolate.

Bucky lets out a wanton moan. “Man, it smells good in here.”

Once you’re in the small kitchen you hand him a napkin and a cookie, watching as he bites off half of it.

He closes his eyes and pops the other half in.

“More please.”

You slide the plate over. “Have as many as you want Buck. They’re for you.”

He grabs another and eats it, the crumbs falling and sprinkling all over his white tank top. Your eyes fall to his chest, and he follows your gaze.

“Oh man. I’m such a…”

“You’re fine,” you tell him. “Cookies make crumbs.”

You gently slide your hand over his chest and brush the crumbs off and onto the counter.

“And they don’t stain,” you say with a chuckle.

“Not unless it’s melty chocolate chips.”

You agree with a nod and bite into a cookie.

“See now you have some melted chocolate on your chin,” he points out.

“Oh.”

You reach up to wipe it clean, but he beats you to it, his thumb lingering on the spot as his eyes wander over your face.

“Thanks for making me cookies doll.”

“Of course,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

He doesn’t remove his thumb from the corner of your mouth and leans in closer. His free hand cups the other side of your face and his eyes fall to your lips.

You stop breathing when his mouth finds yours, tender and hungry all at once. The kiss is worshipful but clearly restraining an appetite like you’ve never experienced.

As soon as his lips connect with yours, your fingers curl into his tank top, and his metal hand leaves your face to slide slowly down your back and flatten the front of your body against his.

He moans like he’s never tasted anything so good in all his life and he needs more to survive. He comes up for a brief gasp of air, searching your face for any sign of apprehension and when he sees only the same desire reflected in your eyes, he dives back in.

Bucky’s phone goes off, jolting you both out of the moment. He breaks the kiss, his breathing harsh and he stares at your mouth for a few long moments before reaching into his pocket.

“Sam,” Bucky says with a growl into the phone.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Sam sings from the other side. “How’s it goin’?”

Bucky smiles at you, tightening his hold at your back and keeping you tucked close.

“Thanks. Best birthday ever and I’m gonna have to call you back later.”

Before Sam gets the chance to say goodbye, Bucky hangs up, his phone falling to the counter as his lips find yours again.

[societyfolklore]

Best Gift Drabble - Bucky

Becuase I'm a sap- I have mix feelings about birthdays, between being an introvert, and also sharing/stealing my older sisters birthday (yes same day, two years a part) I... it took me a long time to enjoy them.. and maybe now because I have my own family.. I don't know ANYWAY! I just decided to through this up.. cos Dad!Bucky lives in my head.. Bucky Barnes never made a big deal out of his birthday. In fact, if left to his own devices, he probably would’ve spent the day like any other- waking up early, taking his coffee black, maybe going for a run before settling into the quiet moments of his life.

But his daughter had other plans.

At precisely 6:07 AM, the soft pitter-patter of tiny feet echoed down the hall, followed by the whispered, "Shh, don’t wake him up yet!" and a not-so-whispered, "But it’s his birthday, we gotta do it now!"

Bucky smirked to himself, keeping his eyes closed as the door creaked open. A weight climbed up onto the bed, tiny but determined, followed by another, softer one.

Then, warm little fingers gently pried at his eyelids. "Daddy, wake up!"

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he finally cracked an eye open. His little girl beamed at him, her messy morning curls barely contained by a lopsided headband. In her hands was a homemade card, decorated in bright colors with clumsy but loving handwriting: Happy Birthday, Daddy!

Beside her, was you, his wife sat with a sleepy smile, holding the youngest Barnes - a drowsy bundle still half-asleep against your chest.

"Morning, birthday boy," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Bucky stretched, exhaling a soft sigh of contentment. "Morning, doll." His voice was rough with sleep as he sat up, his daughter crawling into his lap and practically shoving the card at him.

"Open it, Daddy! I drew all of us, see?"

He took the card, letting his metal fingers run gently over the crayon lines. There they were- him, his wife, the little ones, and even Alpine curled up at their feet. The drawing was messy, imperfect… and absolutely perfect.

Something thick lodged in his throat.

"You like it?" his daughter asked, suddenly unsure.

Bucky pulled her in close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Sweetheart, I love it. Best gift I ever got."

She giggled as he tickled her side, while you leaned against him, warmth and love surrounding them all.

Bucky had lived through more lifetimes than most, seen more birthdays than he cared to count, but this?

This was the only one that mattered.

[marvel-yap-blr-the-cult]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

"Happy birthday to someone that is very special to me. James Buchanan Barnes, he is my father, yes, no I don't have proof. I call him Dad and there's nothing you can do about it. My friends are worried for my mental health"

Dear Sergeant,

The amount of fanfictions I've written on you just enjoying life and having a cup of coffee at your balcony is honestly uncountable. Watching you struggle with your mental health, try and get help only to be ignored, so many more dismissals. But, you matter, if not to Rayner then to me. If not to Sharon then to me. You matter to me more than you can even think of.

My irl friends are severely worried for my mental health seeing how I call you Dad and Natasha Romannoff Mom... but what can I do? Ever since I saw your new look, even when you dropped chili onto your shirt and book, you seemed like such a tired and annoyed, and done with life Dad that it just got worse, I might need to go see a psychiatrist.

You are, were and always will be my hero, infact I wanna share something a bit personal. Back in 2023, I went through a damn bad depressive episode, took a 1 year break from all studies, there I made edits, photoshopped picture and wrote fanfics on you. Very big thing because I didn't even have energy to eat or walk but had energy to do that. So, technically you had a big part pulling me out of depression.

Thank you for unknowingly being there.

With love

Your daughter Natasha

[oneofstarkskids]

this has to be perfect!

fluffy birthday fic

*not my gif*

bucky didn't like to celebrate his birthday. all those years in and out of cryo, he just felt like it didn't mean much anymore. besides, he didn't need some crazy celebration. all he wanted was you.

but that didn't stop you from planning a surprise party. sam was in on it too of course. "do i get to do the message on the cake?" he asked a little too enthusiastically.

"absolutely not," you gave him a stern look. "but it'd be a big help if you put the helium in those balloons." you waved towards the big helium tank. sam smirked and got to work immediately.

it was a full proof plan. all you had to do was make sure bucky didn't suspect a thing.

bucky had received a text the night before as the two of you were lying on the couch. "steve wants to go for a run and get a coffee in the morning." he said.

you nodded and tried to hide your smile, "really? that's great! you should go!"

yup. totally not suspicious.

you kissed him before he left the next morning and made sure to wish him a happy birthday. you ignored the eye roll he gave you.

and you were running out of time. "okay people," you clapped your hands. "sam, don't forget the ribbons on the ends of those balloons."

steve had kept him busy for a couple of hours, but he'd already sent you a couple texts about bucky wanting to get back. he was officially running out of excuses.

sam only nodded in response which made you arch a brow, but your attention was quickly diverted when scott knocked over the pile of presents. "sorry!" you ran over to help him pick them up.

"i was just making the card and i didn't know if i should write 'happy birthday, buddy' or just 'happy birthday dude', cause you know...we don't know each other that well and i don't want him to feel awkward-" he began to ramble but was quickly interrupted by nat who tapped you on the shoulder.

you turned to her and she shrugged, "record players not working." your face dropped, "no no no no! please," you ran over to it and tried to clean it, turn it off and back on, whatever you could do. "this has to be perfect!" you begged the device.

"is this a bad time?" a sokovian accent asked softly. you looked over at wanda, who was wearing an apron that read 'my kitchen my rules', with a dispirited expression.

you could tell she had bad news so you waited to hear it. she grimaced, "the cake batter is taking a little longer to brown than expected."

you nodded and pursed your lips.

"that's fine! i'm sure steve can keep him busy for a little longer" you tried to keep it together, but then you heard keys turning in the door.

SHIT!

you waved everyone back to their stations and rushed to the door. you pushed your way through it, causing bucky and steve to take a step back. "bucky!" you said excitedly, but he could tell you were on edge.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and at first it was to keep him distracted out there, but suddenly you just melted. it turned out a hug was exactly what you needed.

you were finally able to take a deep breath. you pulled away from him and grabbed his hand with a smile. "come with me," you said before leading him into the apartment.

"surprise!" everyone shouted. sam didn't notice the two of you walking in, so he turned around late and yelled out a very high pitched, "surprise!"

you couldn't help but laugh.

bucky was smiling too as he looked around the room, but he turned to you with confusion etched across his features. "what's all this about?"

"it's your birthday!" you said as if it was obvious.

"i know, i just mean...you didn't have to go through the trouble. it's just a birthday," he shook his head.

your heart ached for the man who'd been through lifetimes of pain, "james. listen to me. i love you and celebrating the day that you were born is important to me, because i couldn't imagine life without you."

his grinned and looked into your eyes sincerely, "i love you too, doll."

and for a moment it was as if you were the only ones in that apartment, face to face and full of joy.

until scott walked over, "sorry if i'm ruining a moment or something. just wanted to give you this," he winked. he handed bucky a card with a hand drawn portrait of himself and bucky side hugging.

at the top it read, "happy birthday bestie!"

[vunblr]

How would Lumberjack Bucky react to his birthday?

Oh, I loved the question. He wouldn’t make a big deal out of his birthday since he is the kind of guy who actively avoids attention. He’d shrug it off if someone brought it up, maybe mutter something like, “It’s just another day.” But deep down? He wouldn’t hate a little recognition... just nothing too flashy.

If reader were to do something small, like making him his favorite meal or baking him a simple cake, he’d secretly appreciate it. He’d grumble at first, saying she didn’t have to go through the trouble, but the moment he takes a bite, he’d be soft about it.

If she gets him a gift, it better be practical. A good-quality thermos or something related to his truck or tools. He’d get all weird and flush accepting it, but he'll use it every single day.

[crowsofdarkness]

In honor of Bucky Barnes birthday today, I will be posting a little birthday smut blurb later on!

[tllgrrl]

Happy Birthday, Old Man by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

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

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

Base - #6 Post-Endgame /Post-TFATWS

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

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

Toppings: Colours: Blue (mentioned)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve…?“

“Happy Birthday, Old Man.”

“Thanks, pal. What—?”

Just as the man turns to face him—

Sarah shifts a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Not as good as this, though.”

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

AJ is curled up at Sarah’s feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Birthday, Dad!! We Love You!!

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

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

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

Happy.

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Also posted HERE on AO3 (members only) .

For @buckybarnesevents Bucky Barnes Birthday events.

Thanks for reading!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Happy Birthday, Yasha

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

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted and with Russian help from @bittersweet-in-boston

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo and Challenge fills:

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

Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play

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

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo  - D4 - Sex Party

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

Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List | SGE Bingo Masterlist

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

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

Word count: 3.2k

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

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

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Nat - come look.”

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

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

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

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

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

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

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

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BUCKY BARNES!!!

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Bucky Barnes Birthday

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Not So Surprising After All

Title: Not So Surprising After All

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  Bucky doesn’t like his birthday and he likes ‘fuss’ even less, when he finds out your planning something for him, 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship,  Gentle Smut, Mentions of Past Trauma, Anxiety & Internal Conflict, Emotional Vulnerability, Hint of Angst and Fluff. Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Soft Romance and care..

A/N: my entry for  @avengers-assemble-bingo  for Bucky 108th Bday event – Yay managed to get this up for his birthday! ...Timezones make this hard so HOPING it goes up at the right time...

Square: B2- Surprised Celebration

Card Number: 4B003

You didn’t know how he figured it out.

You had been careful- stealthy, even. You kept your plans locked down, enlisted only the most trustworthy of co-conspirators, and never once let slip even a hint of what you were up to.

And yet, Bucky Barnes knew.

You saw it in the way his blue eyes lingered on you just a fraction too long whenever you abruptly changed the topic when his birthday came up. How the corner of his mouth twitched when he overheard you whispering with Sam or Nat. The way his expression tightened ever so slightly when you tried (and failed) to act completely normal.

At first, he didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he was just being paranoid- maybe he was imagining things. But the more time passed, the more he was sure. The tension in his shoulders grew heavier, his wariness deepening. It wasn’t just the glances he exchanged with Steve and Sam- it was the way he lingered at doorways, how his breathing slowed when he caught you whispering, the way his hands clenched at his sides when he overheard his name being spoken in hushed tones.

The feeling of waiting for something he wasn’t sure he wanted weighed on him. It reminded him of birthdays long past- ones spent in empty rooms, the silence stretching endlessly, or worse, in places where he had no name, only a mission. The years of being forgotten, of being invisible, had made it easier to pretend the day didn’t matter. But now, with you so eager to celebrate him, he wasn’t sure how to reconcile the past with the present. Part of him wanted to let you, wanted to bask in the warmth of your attention, but another part still flinched at the thought of being noticed, of being seen. He wasn’t good at surprises. Surprises, in his experience, were never good. His gut twisted at the thought of a room full of people, voices rising in chorus, eyes all trained on him. He could already feel the walls closing in. But what was worse than that was knowing you were the one planning it. Knowing you were so happy about it. He didn’t want to take that away from you.

He wished he could be someone who looked forward to this kind of thing. Someone who smiled at the thought of people making a fuss over them. But that wasn’t him. He had spent too many birthdays alone, spent too many years believing the day wasn’t worth celebrating. And now, faced with the idea that you wanted to do something- anything- he didn’t know how to handle it.

But you were too caught up in your planning to notice.

And he wasn’t about to be the one to ruin it.

But you didn’t know that- not yet.

Bucky heard it first from Sam.

"Hey, man, you might wanna brace yourself. She’s up to something."

Bucky already knew. You had been acting weird, skirting around him like he was about to interrogate you, your voice getting a little too high-pitched whenever you insisted nothing was going on. He wasn’t dumb.

But this wasn’t just some harmless surprise. The longer it went on, the more it gnawed at him. The idea of being the center of attention, of people staring, waiting for a reaction- he hated it. The anticipation was worse than the reality. The thought of being backed into a situation where he’d have to force a smile and pretend to enjoy himself when every muscle in his body screamed to flee left him uneasy.

Still, he played along. Because despite his growing dread about what you were planning, he knew you meant well. You cared enough to do something special for him, and that was rare. He hadn’t had that in a long time. Maybe ever.

He played it cool, waiting for the right moment to talk to Steve and Sam.

"Listen," he started, arms crossed. "She’s planning something. A party, maybe. Something big. I know she means well, but..." He hesitated. It’s making her happy. How can I tell her to stop?

"Just tell her you don’t want a big thing," Steve said, ever the voice of reason.

"Yeah, man," Sam chimed in. "She’d understand."

Bucky shook his head. "She’s excited about it. And it’s- it’s nice. Someone caring enough to do this. I can suck it up for one night."

Steve frowned, glancing at Sam, who crossed his arms. "And what happens when you spend the whole night miserable and shut down? You think she won’t notice?"

Bucky clenched his jaw, the words settling in his chest like a weight. He hadn't considered that part- not really. He had been too caught up in bracing for the worst, too focused on making sure he didn’t ruin your excitement. But Steve was right. You would notice. You always did. And the last thing he wanted was for this to turn into a disappointment for you, for you to think you had done something wrong when all you wanted was to make him happy.

Guilt twisted in his stomach. He wasn’t trying to be ungrateful. He wanted to enjoy today for you, to let himself take in the kindness you were offering without feeling like a burden. But the idea of being in the spotlight, even for just a few moments, made his skin prickle.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "I just... I don’t want to let her down."

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Then don’t. But man, letting her think you’re okay with something you’re not? That’s worse than telling her the truth."

Bucky clenched his jaw. He hadn’t thought that far ahead.

"You gotta talk to her, man," Sam insisted. "She wouldn’t wanna make you uncomfortable."

But Bucky wasn’t sure how to do that. He wasn’t sure how to tell you that something so simple- something so normal- made his chest tighten with unease. He wasn’t good at birthdays. He wasn’t good at being celebrated. And he didn’t want to let you down.

Later that day, Bucky noticed you sneaking around again. The way you lowered your voice when you were on the phone, slipping into the other room as if he wouldn’t notice. The way you kept darting glances his way, making sure he wasn’t eavesdropping.

He sighed. He should stop you. He should tell you he knew what you were up to and let you down easy.

But when he leaned against the doorframe, watching you, arms crossed over his chest, he found himself hesitating.

"You know, you’re not as subtle as you think, doll."

You froze, clutching your phone to your chest. "What? I- I wasn’t- "

He smirked, pushing off the frame and brushing past you, whispering low in your ear, "Sure you weren’t."

You huffed as he walked away, and for a moment, Bucky wondered if maybe he could handle this after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he could get through it for you.

Or maybe, he thought grimly, this was going to be a disaster waiting to happen.

You woke him up with a pounce.

Not literally- okay, maybe a little literally- but Bucky woke to the weight of you on top of him, hands pressing a gift against his chest before he was even fully conscious.

"Happy birthday!"

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, but the smirk pulling at his lips betrayed him. "Doll, it’s too early for this- "

"Never too early for presents," you countered, wiggling the box at him.

"You’re way too excited for someone who isn’t even the birthday person," he grumbled, but there was no heat in it.

"Because it’s your day," you replied, beaming. "And I plan on making sure you actually enjoy it."

You nudged the box against his chest again, urging him to take it. With a sigh, he sat up, shaking his head with mock exasperation as he tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a leather-bound journal, simple but well-crafted. He ran his fingers over the cover, the soft material warming beneath his touch.

"Figured you might like somewhere to put your thoughts," you murmured, suddenly shy. "Not that you have to write anything, but... well, I thought of you when I saw it."

For a moment, he didn’t speak. Then, quietly, "It’s perfect."

Breakfast followed- a quiet, low-key outing where you kept everyone at bay, ensuring that no one overwhelmed him. Steve, Sam, Nat, even Clint- they all kept things simple. A card, a small gift, a respectful "Happy birthday, man." Nothing too much. Just enough to make him feel acknowledged, but not smothered.

As the day stretched on, you stole small moments with him- brushing your fingers over his metal hand when no one was looking, slipping a bite of your pastry into his mouth when he wasn’t expecting it, making him laugh at some ridiculous story about Clint’s latest mishap. Each moment chipped away at his tension, easing the weight on his shoulders, making it easier to breathe.

But as the evening approached, that tightness in his chest returned. He had been bracing for it all day. The moment where you sprung a real surprise party on him- where he walked into the common room and everyone jumped out yelling, where the noise and attention pressed against him like a weight. He trusted you, but anxiety didn’t always listen to reason.

So when you tugged him toward your room, a playful gleam in your eyes and a blindfold in your hands, his heart started hammering.

"You trust me?" you asked softly.

Bucky swallowed. Nodded.

With the blindfold in place, you guided him, hands gentle, voice soft and reassuring as you led him forward. His fingers twitched at his sides, his body still bracing for a crowd- for something he wasn’t ready for.

Then you stopped.

You slipped the blindfold off.

And it took a second for him to process.

It was his room.

But transformed. Tea lights flickered on every available surface, casting a warm golden glow. His record player hummed a familiar, comforting tune. Two glasses of whiskey sat waiting on the nightstand, and the bed was already pulled back, inviting and cozy. His favorite blanket was draped across it, the one you always stole, now folded neatly just for him.

A small plate of his favourite chocolate sat beside the whiskey. A book he’d been meaning to read rested on the nightstand. The room smelled warm, inviting- like home.

Just the two of you. No crowd. No overwhelming attention.

Just this.

Bucky exhaled. Something in his chest unclenched.

"You didn’t plan a party," he murmured.

You shook your head. "Didn’t need to. I just wanted you to be comfortable. To enjoy today."

His throat worked around words that wouldn’t come, so he did the only thing he could- pulled you into him, arms tight around you, pressing his face against your hair.

"Thank you," he whispered.

You hummed against him, fingers threading through his hair as you swayed lightly together. "Happy birthday, Buck."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, a rare, genuine smile softening his usually sharp features. His fingers skimmed along your jaw before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was warm, unhurried, filled with something tender that made your stomach flip.

When he pulled away, his lips hovered close to yours as he murmured, "Wanted you to have everything you wanted on your day. Your way."

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair, feeling the way he sighed softly under your touch, the tension melting from his shoulders. It was rare to see him like this- unguarded, at peace. "So the whole party planning was..."

"Oh, I’d never do that to you," you assured him with a playful smirk. "Just trying to make things special."

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"

"Yeah?"

His thumb traced slow circles against your hip as he pulled you back in, lips brushing over yours once more. "Yeah. And I’m damn lucky for it."

His voice was lower now, rougher, his breath warm against your lips. The weight of his hands on you shifted, fingers pressing in just enough to make you shiver. He kissed you again, this time deeper, more certain, as though he wanted to commit the taste of you to memory.

When he pulled back, his smirk softened into something more thoughtful. "Can think of one more thing I want, though..."

His lips found yours again as he guided you back, his hands firm against your waist as he walked you toward the bed. He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face as if trying to commit every detail to memory. His breath was warm against your skin, and when he spoke, his voice was rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much this means to me," he murmured, his fingers tightening just slightly at your hips. "Just being here with you."

His touch lingered, slow and deliberate, as he traced his thumb along the curve of your jaw before capturing your lips in another deep kiss. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, his movements steady and unhurried, enjoying every second like he didn’t want the night to end. 

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and Bucky took his time, tracing his fingers along your arms before lifting your shirt over your head. His eyes drank you in, appreciation shining through the soft glow of the tea lights. He touched you like you were something precious, something to be cherished. His metal fingers ghosted down your spine, a contrast to the heat of his body as he pressed you back against the sheets.

He kissed you again, slower this time, taking his time tasting you. His lips trailed down the column of your throat, lingering at your pulse point, where he felt the steady, rapid beat beneath his mouth. "You’re beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky, reverent. "Best gift ever.." 

Your hands wandered over him, slipping beneath his shirt, feeling the firm planes of muscle. He let out a soft sigh as you pushed the fabric up, and he shrugged it off, tossing it aside. The scars, the history written in his skin, didn’t make him hesitate- not with you. You kissed along his collarbone, tracing the stories written there with your lips, whispering silent promises against his flesh.

His hands roamed lower, teasing the waistband of your pants before sliding them down, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The intimacy of the moment, the way he handled you with such care, sent a shiver down your spine. He took his time, exploring every inch of you as though he were memorizing you.

"Just want you all around me," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "Being with you like this- it's all I could want."

You traced your fingers along the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. "All yours, birthday boy."

He exhaled, relief and want intertwined, before settling himself against you, pressing his weight into you in the most delicious way. His hands traced down your thigh, lifting your leg to fit against him, your bodies aligning perfectly. The slow, deep grind of his hips sent a shiver up your spine, and you gasped against his lips, making him groan low in his throat. He kissed you again- deep, slow, drowning in the moment, in you, as though he couldn’t get enough.

His lips traced paths of fire over your skin, whispering your name like a prayer between kisses. His metal hand skimmed along your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake as his warm hand explored the softness of your body. He worshipped every inch of you with deliberate touches, slow and teasing, like he wanted to stretch this moment into forever.

When he dipped lower, his breath hot against your collarbone, your fingers curled into his hair, holding him close. A pleased hum vibrated against your skin as he kissed lower, tasting you, learning every reaction. He savored the way your body arched under his touch, the way your breath hitched when his lips found the sensitive spots he had long since memorized. His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips, guiding you against him with an aching slowness that sent heat pooling deep in your belly.

“Babydoll,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire, “you feel so damn good.”

Your fingers traced over his broad shoulders, down his strong arms, reveling in the way his muscles flexed under your touch.  The contrast between the metal and flesh. His name fell from your lips in a breathless sigh, sending a bolt of satisfaction through him. He wanted to hear it again, wanted to draw more sounds from you, to make you fall apart beneath him, to show you just how much he needed you.

He pressed into you, his breath ragged as he rolled his hips again, drawing a needy gasp from you. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

His lips grazed your ear, warm and teasing, before trailing down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. "S'good for me." he whispered, his tone filled with something deeper than lust- something reverent. "Love you Doll."

The slow build, the push and pull of your bodies, the unhurried exploration- it was intoxicating. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise was filled with reverence, with a tenderness that left you breathless. His grip tightened on you, holding you closer, grounding himself in your warmth, in the soft sighs that escaped your lips, in the way you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the world.

He wanted to make this last, wanted to lose himself in you, in the way your bodies moved together, in the way you felt- soft, warm, perfect. And when the pleasure built, curling between you like a flame, he whispered your name like a vow, pressing his forehead to yours as he let himself fall completely.

And in that moment, nothing else existed- just the two of you, wrapped in soft whispers, tangled in sheets, lost in each other until there was nothing left but the warmth of your bodies and the steady rhythm of your breaths, a love woven into every lingering touch.

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Happy Birthday Bucky!

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Just realized Bucky and my cat Didi are birthday buddies 😁