#bucky mcu

[simplyholl]

Home For Christmas

Summary: When your mom puts pressure on you to bring a boyfriend home for Christmas, you turn to Bucky for help.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Southern F. Reader

Warnings: Reader is Southern. Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Fake dating. Maybe a little blasphemous? Fingering in a church. Getting fucked by a peppermint stick.

*A/N: I am Southern. I couldn’t get the idea of bringing Bucky home to the South for Christmas out of my head so this was born. Sorry if this is shit. I’m just getting back into writing again.

Mammaw = grandma

Pappaw = grandpa

^^ this is the peppermint sticks I’m talking about in the fic. I don’t know what they are really called.

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The compound was bustling with Avengers and employees getting ready for the holidays. Everyone was going home or leaving with another member of the team. Everyone except for Bucky. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time.

He is a grumpy asshole usually, so you just avoided him. You didn’t blame him for his behavior, you’d be the same if you were tortured and brainwashed by Hydra for decades. But the thought of him being alone in the huge, empty walls of the Avenger Compound pulled at your heartstrings. You couldn't leave without extending an invitation to him. There was an ulterior motive too. You were nice but he was a lot to deal with. He was sitting alone in the common room, reading a book when you approach him.

"Hey, do you have a minute?" You ask, looking a little weary as you walk towards him. He raises an eyebrow, locating his bookmark and placing it inside his book as he closes it. "So I know we aren’t exactly friends, but I couldn't leave without asking. Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" Bucky's eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you. "You're serious?" He asks, resting his chin on his fist.

You nod your head, waiting for his answer. "Why would I want to do that?" It was a fair question; one you had even expected. "I just thought you might want to have some company, have a home cooked meal. Nobody should have to spend Christmas alone." He looks at you suspiciously, “What’s the catch?”

You bite your lip, damn he was good at reading you. “Okay, you got me. So my momma has been hounding me about finding a nice man and settling down. Which is crazy. I’m an Avenger and that’s not enough for her. But she is dead set on grand babies and planning a wedding. So I might have lied and told her I had a boyfriend to get her off my back. I also might have told her I’d be bringing him home with me. So, if you come with me maybe you could help me out and pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Bucky laughs, a low gutteral sound escaping him. “No way in hell, princess.” He smirks. “I’ll stay here, order takeout, and get a break from all of you idiots. Why would I want to go home with you and play the part of your doting boyfriend? We barely talk.” You sigh. He made a good point. And if the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn’t want to help him either.

But you were desperate. You didn’t want to disappoint your mom. She was really excited that you had a serious boyfriend. So you sink to your knees in front of Bucky, putting on the biggest pouty face you could muster. You bat your eyelashes and try to work up a few tears, but they wouldn’t come. “Please Bucky, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything.”

You look into his blue eyes hoping this would work. There had to be something he wanted. Then you saw it, a little flicker of something in his eyes. “Anything?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes. Name it and it’s yours. I’ll do your laundry for a month. I’ll scrub your suit after missions. I’ll cook all your meals. Whatever you want.”

Bucky smiles wolfishly at you, his flesh hand coming up to your face. He cups your cheek, looking into your eyes before dropping his gaze down to your lips. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip as he holds his gaze on you. “So I go home with you, spend Christmas with your family and pretend I’m your boyfriend?”

“Yes, my very serious boyfriend who could pop the question at any time.” I add making sure he knew what I expected. “Fine, I’ll do it.” You look a little surprised but quickly hide it. You thought it would take more convincing. “But I want boyfriend privileges.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, a confused expression on your face. “It means if I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend I get to enjoy everything a boyfriend would, including having sex with you.” He smirks. Your eyes go wide. “You want to have sex with me? You don’t even like me.”

“You’re right. But I want you. If you want me to play the part then that’s my condition.” You don’t have to think about it, not really. You have eyes. Bucky is a handsome man. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to sleep with him too. But you didn’t want him to know you were eager so you pretended like you were thinking about his offer. Instead you were thinking about his metal hand wrapped around your throat. “Deal.” You stick your hand out to him and he shakes it.

You were an idiot. That was the only explanation you had. You were five hours into a ten and a half hour car ride. The gps kept adding minutes to the trip and traffic was crazy. You should have booked a flight, but you wanted to drive. Now, you were dealing with an aggravated super soldier who was cussing the other drivers on the interstate. You didn’t dare complain when he went over the speed limit or when he gave the finger as he was passing another car. But you did sneak glances every few seconds at him.

He was so hot all riled up like this. The blue vein in his neck throbbing, the wild look in his eyes, the death grip he had on the steering wheel. You had to hold yourself back from offering to blow him right here in the car.

The trip down south was long and almost torturous. When Bucky wasn’t yelling at the other drivers, he was fighting with you. But you survived. When you see the big sign welcoming you to your home state, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You point out all your old hang outs, telling Bucky stories about your childhood as you drove through your town. Finally, he pulls into your driveway. Your Mom’s, Mammaw’s, and Aunt’s houses were all decorated for Christmas. You loved that they were all neighbors. Most of your family lives pretty close by.

You get out of the car, letting the cool air hit you. You take in your surroundings. The trees were bare from shedding their leaves but it was still beautiful here. Bucky gets out doing the same. You both carry your bags to your old childhood bedroom that your mom had set up to accommodate the two of you. You give Bucky a tour since nobody was home. He stops to look at the big Christmas tree with presents underneath. He looks at the ornaments, turning over one you had made in Sunday School when you were a little girl. He looks like he is about to make some smart ass remark when he freezes.

His eyes land on something and you follow his gaze to the stockings your mom hung up. They were all red velvet with your family’s names embroidered in gold cursive on them. They were all filled to the brim, some candy poking out of the top. Bucky touches one gently, a look of disbelief on his face. Then you see it too. Your mom had gotten him a stocking. It was hung right beside yours. And in the same gold letters as everyone else’s, ‘Bucky’ was on it and it was overflowing more than the others.

“I’ve never had a stocking like this.” He admits quietly. “We were poor and my ma just got us oranges and apples. She would bake a cake and we might get one gift . A toy gun for me, a doll for my sister. Nothing like this.” You grab his flesh hand, rubbing your thumb along the top of it. You’re interrupted when your mom comes in. Her eagle eyes on your hand in Bucky’s, a huge smile on her face.

You run to her, giving her a big hug. “Momma, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.” You gesture to him, and he walks over shaking her hand. “I’m James Barnes, ma’am. But you can call me Bucky.” He flashes her a huge smile and she blushes. You roll your eyes. He was really laying it on thick.

After you caught up with her and Bucky answered all of her questions, you all go over to your Mammaw’s house. She was watching Bonanza on tv. She loves those old western shows. She and Bucky talked for ages about them. Apparently, he was a fan too. You and your mom carried in wood for her stove while he kept her company. “We are gonna have to borrow the neighbor’s wood splitter again. We have almost used up all her chopped wood.” Your mom tells you.

“I can split it.” Bucky offers. You give him a surprised look. “You will?” He nods his head. “Just show me where everything is. I’ll take care of it.” You shrug and take him outside. Showing him where he can bust the wood. You give him a an axe and some old work gloves before heading inside to watch westerns.

After an hour, you go outside to check on him and bring him some water. When you go back in, you find your mom and Mammaw at the window giggling like school girls. “What?” You ask. Your mom motions you over and you look out the window just in time to see Bucky take his black henley off. His muscles are slick with sweat. He swings the axe down forcefully and the muscles in his back move sinfully. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

You hear your Mammaw gasp as he continues chopping the wood. Your mom pats you on the back, “You did great, honey.” You giggle, actually giggle. You can’t help it. He looks incredible and you’re glad he came up with the whole sex idea or else you would put your pride aside and beg him to fuck you. He busts the last piece, propping the axe up against the wood pile and heading toward the house. You’ve never seen your Mammaw run so fast to get back in her rocking chair.

You take Bucky to visit your Pappaw. He showed him his gun collection. Which you think was his way of threatening him. Your pappaw sends you out to get lunch for everyone, but keeps Bucky there with him. You’d love to be a fly on the wall. Pappaw is probably giving him the whole ‘what are your intentions with my granddaughter’ talk. When you left, he shook Bucky’s hand and told you he was a fine young man. So their talk must have went well.

The next night, you and Bucky were going with your mom to watch the church Christmas program. That was one thing about your mom, she raised you to be a Southern Baptist and you were expected to go to church if you were home. This time was no different. You put on a long sleeve dress, fix your hair, and put on a little mascara. Bucky is wearing dark jeans and a long sleeve button up. Your sister, her boyfriend, your Mammaw and your Pappaw were all at the church too. They sat on your mom’s usual pew, three up from the back on the left side.

There wasn’t any room for you and Bucky so you sat behind them. The church was unusually full, but they were expecting a lot of people to come. That’s what happens when there’s a Christmas program and a dinner afterward. People loved free food. All the little old ladies you went to church with your whole life came over to gawk at Bucky.

They were giving him peppermints and hard candies from the bottoms of their pocket books. They were hugging him, and feeling his muscles. They all told you how good you had done in getting a man like him. They told him how handsome he was. They pinched his cheeks. And one even pretended like she needed help walking back to her pew. But you had seen her just moments ago running over to scold a child who was trying to stick his finger in the cake she baked for after the program. Bucky took her arm and led her to the front of the church. Her grip on his muscled arm tight the whole time.

Finally the choir started singing and the program begins. You shivered, regretting your decision to not wear tights. The temperature in the church varies. It was either freezing or you were sweating. You grab a blanket off the back of your mom’s pew and laid it on your lap. You scoot closer to Bucky, hoping his body heat would help.

The children get up to start their part of the program. Bucky lifts the blanket and puts it over his left side, his metal hand underneath it. Your breath hitches when you feel the cold metal of his hand on your bare thigh. You look at him questioningly. He smiles and winks then turns his attention back to the children singing. His hand moves higher until it stops at the edge of your panties. Your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his, a silent plea to stop.

He reaches over with his flesh hand and moves your hand away. He moves his cool fingers under your panties, sliding them against your center. He gathers your slick, bringing it up to your clit and swirling his vibranium thumb. You grip his thigh and try to pay attention to the program. He slides two fingers inside you and you bite your lip to stifle the moan that escapes you. You’ve never been more thankful for the kids’ loud off key singing.

You look around to make sure no one is paying attention to you. Thankfully everyone is watching the program or taking pictures of the kids. You lay your head against his shoulder, making it look like you were cuddling your boyfriend enjoying the Christmas show. When you were really just trying to hide your face as it contorts in pleasure. Bucky’s fingers set a brutal pace as his cool thumb worked your clit. It was all too much. How he looked yesterday chopping the wood, how everyone loved him, the way he was taking you apart in the one place he absolutely shouldn’t. One more curl of his fingers and swipe to your clit and you were falling apart on Bucky’s fingers in church with your face buried in his shirt.

Finally your last day home arrived, Christmas Day. Your mom made a huge breakfast that your family came over to eat. Then you sat in front of the tree to open presents. You all started with your stockings. Truthfully, you were more excited to watch Bucky open his than to see what was in yours. He dumped it out. Candy, chocolates, candy canes, all kinds of treats spilled on the floor. Bucky’s whole face lit up in a smile. He had never looked more handsome.

He opened the gifts your mom got him, a couple shirts and a watch. He thanked her graciously. Then you hand him the gift you were eager to surprise him with. You ordered it online and had it shipped to your mom’s house and she wrapped it for you. He looks surprised as he opens it, a record player and some old records you had to pay an arm and a leg for. They were hard to find too. You asked Steve what music Bucky liked back in the day and you searched for days to find them on vinyl.

He pulls you in for a hug. “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He whispers in your ear. You hold him tighter. The rest of the day is spent watching Christmas movies and eating cookies. Your mom set up a hot chocolate bar on the table with marshmallows, whip cream, sprinkles and peppermint sticks. It was a cute idea she got from Pinterest.

That night, you hug your mom goodnight as she heads to bed. You and Bucky stay up a little longer. Bucky was acting a little weird. He went out to the shed where your mom stored her Christmas decorations and he was being secretive. When you asked about it, he told you it was a surprise. So you stopped asking questions and tried to finish watching The Year Without A Santa Claus. When it was over, you went to your childhood bedroom where Bucky had been for a while.

“Can I come in yet?” You ask as you stick your head in the doorway. When Bucky nods, you shut and lock the door behind you. “Strip.” He commands. You don’t hesitate. You would walk on hot coals barefoot if he asked you to. You place all your clothes in a pile on the floor and stand bare before him. “Get on the bed.” He gestures with his vibranium finger. You lay down and watch as he pulls something out from under the bed. Old Christmas lights that your mom didn’t use this year.

Bucky must have been in here untangling them. He holds your wrists above your head and wraps the lights around them. Then he brings it down your arms and to your chest. He binds it around your breasts and over your stomach. You try to move your wrists, but it’s too tight. Not enough to hurt but maybe a little uncomfortable.

He stands at the foot of the bed admiring you. “Perfect.” He grabs the mug of peppermint sticks your mom had set out off the dresser, twirling one between his fingers. He lays on the bed between your legs pressing a kiss to inside your thigh. You feel his scruffy cheeks against your thighs and you shiver. He leans his head down and licks up your center. Bucky’s flesh hand grabs your thigh, spreading your legs wider.

He looks up at you from between your thighs. His blue eyes never leaving yours as he puts the peppermint stick in his mouth. He twirls it between his lips, getting it wet. He removes it with a plop, and he brings it down, sliding it inside you with ease. His warm tongue flicks your clit, the peppermint making it tingle.

You moan as he swirls his skilled muscle around you. Bucky works the peppermint stick slowly moving it in and out. Each time he puts it back inside you, he angles it to reach that spot that makes you see stars and your toes curl. He rolls his tongue over you as he pumps the peppermint stick faster.

You arch your back and try to get closer to him. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair while he tastes you. But you can’t move your arms because of the Christmas lights he tied you with. Bucky removes the peppermint stick and brings it to his mouth, sucking your arousal off it. He moans, looking in your eyes as he slurps you off it.

He lowers his head again, his now icy mouth closing around your clit. He sucks you between his lips, his tongue flicking against it gently. You writhe underneath him as he holds your hips down with his metal arm. He slides the peppermint stick back inside you as his lips tug your clit. He moans against you and that’s your undoing. You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, wrecking you. Bucky keeps up the good work until your shuddering subsides.

The next morning, you both tell your family goodbye. Bucky packs all your belongings into the car and you start the long journey back to the compound. This time instead of yelling at the other drivers, Bucky holds your hand the whole way. “I can’t wait to come back next year.” He tells you with a huge smile on his face.

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[honda-odyssey-the-queer-allegory]

Me anytime Bucky is mentioned

[fatbiatchforever]

Sleepless Nights

You turned to look at the time.

2.41 am

Five minutes since you last checked. 

You were tired and frustrated at your lack of sleep. How did people pass out in seconds? You thought about looking at your phone to google ways to fall asleep, but you knew you were thirty seconds away from accidentally opening TikTok and accidentally spending next three hours scrolling through it.

You hugged Bucky's pillow a little tighter. Maybe if he was here, you thought. You pressed your face into the pillow and counted imaginary sheeps. 

Around the fiftieth sheep, you heard something. It was so quite that you ignored it and went back to your sheeps. Your eyes shot open when you heard the click of the door and the thud on the floor. 

You jumped out of the bed and opened the door wider. You saw his silhouette across the dark room, "I woke you up, didn't I?"

You laughed, as you turned the lights on, "I wish, shit, Buck."

You walked across to look at his face, covered in blood stains and bruises. You placed your hands gently on his jaw, turning his head softly to survey the damage done.

Bucky held your wrist softly, "Y/N,"

"If you're going to tell me you're fine, don't. What happened?"

"Last day, you know how it is."

You did, but that didn't make this any easier. Each and every time he came back from a mission, covered in cuts and bruises, it hurt you, to seem him bruised and scarred. For Bucky though, you kept your cool.

"Sit down, I'll get the kit."

Just as you moved away, Bucky held onto your arm, "I'll take care of it, you should sleep."

"You're unbelievable."

You shook his arm away and moved to the kitchen to grab the kit and some water, "I haven't seen you in three weeks and you want me to choose sleep over you?"

Even though Bucky had controlled his groans, you heard them. This man was the biggest pain in your ass most days and, UGH, you missed it when he wasn't.

"So fucking stubborn." You huffed.

"Warm welcome huh?"

You kept the stuff on the table and turned to glare at him.

Bucky pushed the loose strand of hair behind your ear and ran his fingers through it, "I missed you, doll."

And that was the end of your mean facade. Literally. You leaned in, to kiss him gently, and whispered on his lips,  "I missed you too. So much."

Bucky's eyes lingered on you, while you took the supplies out to tend to your husband.

"Why are you still up?"

You turned back to him as he slid down to lay his head on the top of the couch. You winced when he hissed, "Sorry, it'll be over soon."

Bucky smiled softly, his hands circling around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "Hmm, why are you up?"

"Can't sleep."

"Why?"

You got the bandages out, "I don't know. Is the mission done?"

Bucky nodded, to which you sighed in relief.

"How long before the next one?"

Bucky's smile widened, the bag around his eyes intensifying as he did, "I'm hoping for a while."

"Good."

You concentrated on his face. He really was the prettiest. Obviously, if you said that out loud, Bucky wouldn't be happy, but that's how you felt when you looked at him. Especially, his softness around you. The need to always touch you when he was around, his words of praise for everything you did, his support for everything you wanted to do, how he takes care of you even if he was hurting, all of it made you feel loved. Oh, you loved him so much. So much that you wanted to do everything for him.

"Buck?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm pregnant."

Bucky shot up, which immediately led to him, wincing in pain.

"Bucky, are you okay?"

"You," Bucky's eyes focused on you, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded.

Bucky's eyes lingered down, the shock still very evident on his face, "We're having a kid?"

"I mean, yeah, that's what I hear."

Immediately you were engulfed in him. Bucky pulled you closer into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. You laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his very grim filled shirt.

"I love you."

You kissed his chest, "I love you too."

"When did you find out?"

"Yesterday."

Bucky's hands covered your face as he kissed your forehead, "We're going to have a mini you and me, running around soon."

"We have some more time for that Buck."

Bucky placed tender kisses all over your face, "Hmm, my wife, my child's mother and my happy place."

You giggled, "Your happy place?"

Bucky kissed your jaw, "Wherever you are is my happy place."

"Oh, I think you're my happy place too."

Bucky pulled back to look at you, "Really? I thought your happy place is sipping on margaritas in Italy?"

"Guess who's sipping on margaritas with me?"

"Me?"

"Who else?"

Bucky's eyes quickly widened, and all the happiness drained out of his face, "WHY ARE YOU UP?! Did you go to the doctor? Y/N, did you eat?"

You rolled your eyes, "Here we go."

You pulled away from him and sat down. Bucky paced back and forth, infront of you, bombarding you with a question every passing second,

"Can you please breathe?"

"I should start reading some books. Find a safer house for us to live, did you tell anyone else?"

"Yep, all of Brooklyn. Should I buy a spot on Times Square too?"

"This is not funny, Y/N. I need to protect them, if something happens,"

"Buck, hey," You reach out to hold his hand, "stop, don't go there." 

Bucky sat down next to you, his head laying your chest and his hands around your waist. You ran your fingers through his scalp, playing with his hair, "You'll be a great dad."

"Yeah?"

"Of course, I have no doubt. I can see you being wrapped around our baby's fingers, doing whatever you need to do to get a smile out of them. The cool dad, their biggest supporter and their protector. Seriously, I'm glad you're my baby's dad. With you around, I don't have any reason to worry about our kids. Just like you look after me, you'll look after them. And most importantly, we'll love you just as much you love us."

Bucky looks up at you, "You'll be a great mom too."

You laughed, "I'm playing for second favorite with you around."

"You'll always be my favorite doll."

You pushed him away immediately after he kissed you, because there's only so much attack your nose could take, "Prove it to me by taking a shower."

He gets up to take his shirt off, "You're no fun." 

You scoffed, "And you're the biggest tease."

Bucky laugh echoed as he moved to the bedroom, "I got you pregnant, so mission successful."

[thewintersoldier111]

Do you ever just look at him...

And moan?

[gremlin-girly]

Spare Parts

So I had my first ask the other day from @cookieshakr (and idk how the ask got deleted im sorry). But since I wrote so much of the ask, it would be a shame not to post it. So dearest ask, thank you for being my first ask and I hope this did your ask justice!

"So idk if you've seen the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, but i crack up at the scene of Rocket getting Bucky’s arm as a gift. Can you do like a Bucky x reader of maybe their POV of how his arm got taken and box up all pretty; like they're relaxing at home and reader hears a knock at the door just to see Nebula there and just some kinda fluff and chaos."

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, just wholesome wholesome times, Christmas gifts, and a lil hint of angst from Bucky (bc well it's him), established relationship, petnames (baby, doll, sweetheart)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or put through an AI machine.

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader (for the one use of "doll" and one of "ma'am")

Summary: When an unexpected guest arrives at you and Bucky's apartment, it sparks a Christmas gift no one was expecting.

Word count: ??? On mobile sorryyyy

Masterlist | Flufftcember 2024 | The Bucky Barnes Collection

When you heard the knock at your door late one December evening, you didn’t expect to see Nebula stood awkwardly in your hallway looking at her feet.

“Uh hey, Nebula.” You stand aside to let her in. “What’s up? You okay?”

Nebula doesn't move from the hallway. “I need Bucky’s arm.”

“You what?” Your baffled expression meets her sheepish one, like she doesn't quite want to take your boyfriend's arm.

"Sweetheart?" Bucky calls from the couch, the annoyance at your disappearance from his side coming through only slightly. "Who is it?"

"Nebula." You call back and then add, just as awkwardly as Nebula had, "She needs your arm?"

“You can’t have my arm.” Bucky pipes up from the couch, looking over at her with a frown. He’d already paused the movie you’d both been watching before Nebula’s interruption but his growing irritation at being disturbed was already beginning to show.

"I have Rocket as my secret santa." Nebula pleads. "Your arm is the perfect gift!"

“You should come in.” You sigh.

“Doll, you can’t be serious.” Bucky huffs. “It’s my arm.”

“Rocket would take good care of it.” Nebula counters, crossing the threshold.

You hold up your hands silencing them both.

“I have a better idea.” You pad to the spare room and after a few minutes of rustling and cursing, you re-appear with a box in hand, both Nebula and Bucky staring at you.

“Shuri gave it to me. It’s a spare.” You shrug, opening the lid to reveal a beautifully preserved metal left arm. The arm in the box sparkles with that new arm shine that was absent from Bucky’s current arm.

“A spare?” Bucky asks horrified. “What did she think I’d do? Put this one down and lose it?”

"Kinda." You offer Bucky a sympathetic look when he frowns at you. "Plus I'm sick of it taking up space in the closet. Not to mention the awkwardness of explaining it to my mom when she visited."

Nebula’s black eyes are like saucers as she stares down at the arm. Bucky and you share a look; an unspoken agreement to help out your friend, and to put a smile on the chaotic raccoon's face at Christmas.

“What do you think?”

“You... You’d give this to me? For Rocket?” She looks over at Bucky with a heart-meltingly sweet look and he sighs in defeat.

“Yeah. I don’t need it.” He waves his left arm at her. “Besides, this is a win-win. Let him think you beat me for it too.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes it look like you beat up and assassin just to get him the perfect gift.” Bucky chuckles.

"Thank you." Nebula says sincerely with a big, bright smile.

You're clutching the top of the dining chair with a white knuckle grip, trying to keep yourself from melting into a puddle at the scene before you. Nebula takes the box from you, angling it awkwardly in her arms.

"You're not taking it like that are you?" You gape at her and Nebuka blinks, looking between you and Bucky in confusion.

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"You need to wrap it." You grin excitedly at her. "Stay right there. I have some paper and ribbon. Bucky get the scissors and tape."

"Yes ma'am." Bucky salutes you mockingly and heads to the miscellaneous kitchen drawer filled to the brim with odds and ends and random batteries.

Handing you the tape and scissors upon your return, he watches with mild amusement as you demonstrate to Nebula how to wrap the box; letting her choose the paper and the bow (which happened to be the biggest you had).

Once Rocket's arm was perfectly wrapped, Nebula gave you an awkward hug and thanked you before turning to Bucky.

The assassins gave eachother a wordless nod of respect, and Nebula and extra quiet thank you before heading back to the ship.

“That was... nice.” You say, folding your arms after the door closes. “I feel like Rocket will appreciate having his own arm.”

Bucky’s arms slide around your waist. “Do you know how weird it is gifting your own arm?”

“It was a spare.” You say playfully, leaning you head onto his shoulder.

“Your own spare arm?” Bucky corrects with a chuckle. “I don’t know. It was sweet. Reminded me of Becca, actually.”

You sag a little in Bucky’s grip and pat his flesh hand gently at his confession, giving him a peck to the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart...”

“No, no. In a good way, not a sad way. Promise.”

You hum softly not quite believing him but dropping the subject in favour of more kisses.

“Well, in the spirit of Christmas, I say we go and finish our movie.”

"Finally." He huffs, picking you up and walking back to the sofa with you in his arms.

[munsonshire]

Bucky Barnes as your Boyfriend

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none Main Masterlist Bucky Barnes Masterlist

- He will beg you to stay the night at your place because he sleeps better when he's cuddling with you that when he's alone because as he says "you keep the nightmares away from me"

- You're his home and his safe space

- He allows himself to be vulnerable when he's with you

- You jokingly stick magnets to his metal arm, he acts as he hates it but it makes him feel less dangerous

- His nickname for you is doll or baby

- Would force you to watch 40s movies with him because he says that they are the best and that modern cinema is shitty

- Holds you tight when you sleep

- Stares at you ll the time

- Gives you a lot of soft little kisses all over your face and cheers you up when you're sad

- He has some trust issues and personal image issues and worries if you talk to other guys, he becomes jealous, not the bad kind, just the "I'm insecure of myself" jealous

- Steve was the one that introduced you to each other

- He's nice to you in public but he keeps all his affection for when you're alone

- When he went to Wakanda you went with him

- He loves to wear your headbands (if you use them) on his wrist

- He doesn't know how to type on a phone at first so your first conversations would be filled with random letters and lots of grammatical mistakes until he gets used to it

- Play fighting

- When you're out on dates he will usually ask for a large dessert because even if you say that you don't want one you will always end up picking at his food so he decided that this was the best decision

- Will give you his old dog tags to wear as a necklace, so that you remember him when he's out on a mission or in case something goes wrong

- He's very touchy once he gets comfortable with you

[newtmas-supremxcy]

Buddie are literally modern day stucky if they met later in life

Edit: lmaooo I just realised that Kenneth choi who plays chim also plays one of the howling commandos he's been third wheeling since the fricken 40s

[weneedthismovie]

GUYS I SWEAR I DONT KNOW WHO STARTED THESE RUMORS BUT IF BUCKY DIES IN THUNDERBOLTS IM TAKING OVER DISNEY AND BY EXTENTION MARVEL TO RE DO ALMOST EVERYTHING PAST ENDGAME AND ALSO END GAME

[jamie-leah]

Text You

Bucky x Reader 

Oneshot 

Summary: You like texting Bucky in the middle of the night, slowly getting to know him and slowly falling in love. 

Word Count: 2989

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood. Not edited. 

A/N: Here’s a little something I put together. Please ignore the time shown in the text pictures, I do not possess the skills to change it. All interaction is very much appreciated <3 

Masterlist 

Bucky was still adjusting to life now that things had gone back to normal. Or as normal as they could be.

He had taken his time getting back to normal. Only recently moving into his own place and taking on a few missions.

You had taken an immediate liking to Bucky; it was plain to see by everyone. You were the sunshine to Bucky’s rain, and you always took it upon yourself to make him feel included and welcomed. You wanted him to feel part of the team, part of the family.

So, when you had gotten his number after months and months of nagging, you knew it was game over for him.

The first time you text Bucky he frowned into the darkness. His phone lightly buzzing on his nightstand. He rolls over to see the alarm clock blinking the numbers 1.58. His frown creases to worry as he picks up the phone, swiping to unlock the message that he can now see is from you.

Bucky does nothing but sigh throughout the whole exchange. All he wants is to be left alone. But before his last message he reads over the exchange. A seed of guilt starting to blossom in his chest, making it tighter. After reading it over and over and arguing with himself in the dark, he adds the cat comment.

The next day Bucky is making coffee, eyes still blurry from sleep, when a knock echoes through the apartment. He wanders over to the door, not bothering to check who it is when he yanks it open, scowl at the ready.

You stand there, smile beaming already which falters when your eyes travel down the expanse of exposed flesh, all ripples, scars and muscles. But you recover quickly when the white ball of fluff starts to wriggle in your arms.

Bucky rubs at his eyes three times to make sure he’s seeing what is right in front of him. You with eyes bright and the cheekiest smile he’s seen from you yet, holding a young white cat in your arms.

“I saw this little guy in a shelter, and he looked lonely. I thought you two would get on amazingly.” You state.

Bucky can feel his jaw unhinge but can’t do anything to stop it. A few sputtered words slip out until he remembers your phone conversation, the only time he mentioned liking cats.

Bucky starts to shake his head, which you diligently ignore, “his name is Alpine, he’s two, and adorable.”

“I don’t think-“

“So, you’ll have to pick up some food for him, but I can always do that if you just want to spend time with the little guy.”

Bucky continues the head shaking, “this is a terrible-“

You thrust Alpine into Bucky’s arms effectively cutting him off as he automatically cradles the white ball of fluff to his chest.

You give a wave to them both, “have fun guys, I’ll text you later!”

Bucky looks down as Alpine meows in his arms.

  He expects the pings now, they don’t worry him like they used to. Having his phone go off in the middle of the night was the norm now. And though Bucky would never admit it to anyone, he was grateful sometimes for the distraction on the nights he couldn’t sleep.

When he sees your first message, he isn’t surprised of the topic. Halloween is tomorrow after all, and you had been talking about what outfit to wear for ages.

It was true, Bucky could never sleep past five, even though he wished he could. Of course, he shouldn’t have been surprised when there was a knock on the door just after five in the morning.

Bucky makes his way to the door, Alpine trotting in front. When he opens the door, you’re standing there with two cups of coffee to go, and a dozen bags.

You look down at Alpine weaving between your legs and smile, “Hi Alpine, how’re you loving your new home?”

Bucky watched you. He wondered why you were trying so hard, why you wanted to be around him so much. He wondered why you were putting in so much effort for someone like him. He was also wondering when you got so beautiful with a smile that bright.

You hand him one of the coffee cups, “black with three sugars, I remembered and no it’s not poisoned.”

You grab a few bags and pass them to Bucky and his spare hand, “help with these and I’ll get the rest.”

Bucky complies as you push him into his apartment, “uh, what is all this?”

You shrug, “just a few decorations for tonight.”

Bucky’s features screw up, “decorations?”

You start looking through the bags, “yeah, for Halloween.”

“I don’t- Wait, tonight? What’s happening tonight?” Trepidation clear in his voice.

You shrug again, “just a get together.”

“I swear to god, if you’ve organised a party-“

You wave at him to stop, “its not a party. It was my turn to organise the Halloween party and much to Tony’s dismay, I said it was just going to be us guys.”

Bucky eyes you with suspicion, “and why are you doing it in my apartment?”

You roll your eyes like it’s obvious, “because if I had done it at mine or anyone else’s you would not have shown up.”

Bucky sighs. He looks down at Alpine rubbing against his leg. He can’t dispute what you said, it is exactly what he would have done.

Bucky gives in. Something he is doing more and more with you lately. He’s not sure if its your persistence or your smile. He’s not sure he cares.

By the time you both finish, the apartment is transformed. Cobwebs are hanging from the ceiling, pumpkins are flickering on every ledge, a witch’s cauldron is the bowl for the punch.

With two bags left, Bucky wasn’t sure what there was left to decorate. You hand him one bag, “this is your outfit.”

Bucky peeks inside, “no.”

You start to speak but Bucky cuts you off, “I said no. I don’t even know where you got this from.”

“It’s the original. It’s yours.”

Bucky looks away from the bag, “doesn’t matter. I’m still not wearing it.”

“Look, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. There’s a generic costume underneath that one in the bag. I just wanted you to feel like the man we all see you as.”

You leave him to it, retreating to the bathroom with your own bag to get changed. Bucky heads to his bedroom. Closing the door and staring at himself in the mirror on the back of the door.

Bucky thinks over your words ‘the man we all see you as’. What do they all see him as? Who do you see him as? Secretly, Bucky was burning to know how you saw him, both afraid and hopeful that maybe you see him as someone worth it. Because Bucky wasn’t going to dress up for Halloween, he thought he was already monster enough.

He got the outfit out and laid it across his bed, leaving the alternative you spoke about without even looking at it. He stares at the outfit in front of him for ages, until his door starts knocking and he can hear you talking to the team.

He hears the music flood his apartment by the time he decides what to wear. Everyone is chatting away when he makes his way down the hallway, heart straining against his ribcage. The talking stops when he finally steps into the room.

Bucky looks for familiar eyes, landing on Steve smiling at him already, “hey! You decided to wear it. I always wanted to wear the uniform with you back then.”

That’s when he realises Steve has the same army uniform. He breathes a little easier knowing he doesn’t stick out as much.

He finds your eyes next. The light behind them the brightest he’s ever seen, “I can see why you were so popular with the ladies.”

The wink makes him cough and look away. When he looks back to you, he frowns, “where is your outfit?”

You flash him a knowing smile as you pull a white sheet on, “a spooky ghost!”

Bucky chuckles as he remembers your questions about ghosts last night. And it was the first time he truly felt grateful to you for pushing him out of his comfort zone. It turned out to be one of the best nights of his life. The laughing, the dancing and you, all in one evening.

  Bucky watches the ceiling light up as his phone buzzes on the side table next to him. He picks it up fully expecting your words to greet him.

Of course, Bucky eventually gives into you. He always does. He replies with his favourite flavour much later though and doesn’t hear from you until you appear at his door at lunchtime.

“Get your jacket, we have a little mission to complete.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his leather jacket and following you out of his apartment building, “what’s the assignment?”

You gesture to a building a ways up, “there’s a meeting taking place at a dessert parlour. There was some intelligence to suggest that one of them was an old Hydra agent.”

Bucky nods his understanding. It takes another few minutes to reach the building. You walk straight in and settle in a booth in the corner. Bucky takes the seat opposite you, discretely checking the place out.

When the waitress comes over, Bucky almost tells her to go away but you beat him to it, “we’ll take a mint choc sundae to share please.”

Bucky gives you a look once the waitress leaves and you just shrug, “we have to make it look like we’re here for the dessert and not to spy on people.”

Bucky concedes your point but never lets his guard down. His eyes always travelling to the door when the bell dings at the arrival of someone new.

When the ice cream arrives, you try to hand him a spoon, but he refuses. You slide the spoon across to him, “relax Bucky and eat the ice cream with me.”

“Relax? We’re on a mission, I can’t relax.”

You scrap your spoon across the top of the ice cream, “we’re not on a mission Buck.”

He looks at you sharply, “what?”

You speak around the freezing goodness, “I made it up.”

Bucky turns to face you fully, “you did what? What would you do that for?!”

You give him ‘that’ look, “because I wanted to eat some ice cream with you, and I knew you never would have come with me if I had asked.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish for a few seconds. He finally snaps it shut, picking up the spoon and stabbing the ice cream with it, mumbling under his breath the entire time.

Bucky eventually comes to the realisation that he should never doubt you. You both have so much fun that you order another two sundaes to share.

 It’s the same old story. Bucky is staring into the void when the darkness lights up as a text from you awaits to greet him.

Bucky turns to grab it and swipes to read your message.

Bucky shoots out of bed grabbing his clothes while trying to ring you. It rings out and he curses. He runs into the hallway and throws his boots on, calling Steve.

Steve picks up after three long rings, “hello? Buck?”

“Steve, Steve listen to me, where was that mission taking place tonight?”

“Mission?” Steve mumbles.

“The one that Y/N was on, is on right now!”

“It was just some stake out job, in some industrial building-“

Bucky starts running to the outskirts of town, “no, Steve, listen to me! I need an exact address and I need it now.”

Steve becomes more alert, “I’ll text you the address now.”

When the text comes through Bucky takes off, people, cars and lights blurring together. His only thought is you, getting to you in time. He has to get to you in time.

Another text comes through, the buzzing in his hand like an electric shock. He looks down to see a text from Steve again, pinging your location to Bucky.

When Bucky gets to the building everything is quiet. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around, but he draws his gun just in case and while he doesn’t want to give his position away if there are people there, you’re more important.

“Y/N?” Bucky shouts into the building, his voice echoing through the empty space.

He calls again and strains to listen. There. He hears your groan. If it weren’t for his enhanced abilities, he probably would have missed it.

He finds you squeezed into a corner, obviously hiding from whoever did this to you. Blood is running like a river from your wound, your hand placed over it but no pressure being applied.

He falls to his knees, grabbing your face, “hey, hey! Open your eyes for me sweetheart, I need to know you’re still awake.”

You groan but your eyes seem glued shut. Bucky pushes your hand away, bringing pressure to your wound.

Your eyes spring open, a scream tearing from your throat. Inky blackness hovering on the edges of your vision but you make him out, you see Bucky like the king of hell with your vision darkening and his hair in disarray.

“Bucky.”

His eyes meet yours, “yes, keep your eyes open for me. I’m here, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes one hand away to grab his phone. It slips out of his hand a couple times, blood smearing the keyboard. Bucky finally gets the keypad up and dials Steve.

Your eyes droop, blood roaring in your ears. You can just make out Bucky’s lips moving but not sure what he’s saying. You let your eyes shut again.

“NO! You have to stay with me, stay awake. Help is coming and you’re going to be fine, you’ll be fine.”

Your eyes won’t comply, the darkness too warm to leave but you smile at hearing Bucky’s voice. “I’m really glad you’re here.” You manage to cough the words out.

Bucky pushes harder on your wound, but it only elicits a groan between your wheezing breaths, “I always answer your texts, don’t I?”

“If it had to be anyone, I’m glad its you.”

Bucky wasn’t sure you were making sense, but he was just grateful that you were still here with him, talking.

“So, when are you taking me out on another ice cream date?” Bucky asks.

You don’t answer. It was one of the only moments in Bucky’s long life that he was truly afraid. He pushes harder, blood still pouring through the gaps in his fingers. But no groan or protest makes it passed the lips he’s wanted to kiss for a while now.

Bucky keeps saying your name repeatedly. He continues to say it even when the others arrive with help. No matter how loud or soft or panicked he says your name, your eyes never do open again.

  Bucky is staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles like one would count sheep to fall asleep. He hadn’t left the hospital since you arrived. He had been sleeping in the chair for days now or trying to at least.

The nurses took pity on him and guided him to an empty room with a hospital bed. They had insisted and Bucky wanted to show his gratitude, so he had accepted.

He knew he would never be able to sleep though. His whole body ached but it was coiled like a spring, just waiting for your eyes to open again. He found himself waiting for his phone to beep at him with a text from you in the middle of the night. But his phone was eerily silent every night.

He couldn’t remember the last time he missed someone so much. His eyes eventually close, your bright eyes and mega watt smile haunting him in his dreams.

*Buzzz* *Buzzz*

Bucky groans. His hand snakes out to swipe his phone from the table next to him. His eyes watering at the brightness of the screen in front of him.

Bucky falls out of the hospital bed. The hard floor leaves him breathless for a moment, the phone clattering away from him. He leaves it there, his feet already hitting the plastic tiles. Bucky weaves through the patients and staff until he bursts through the door leading to your room.

He sees you, your eyes tired but alive, your phone lighting up your pale face as you look up. Bucky stares at the corners of your mouth turning up in a soft smile and he struggles to hold back the tears of relief that he hadn’t missed his chance to see that face light up again.

You put the phone down and open your arms out to him. Bucky falls into your embrace, and you let out an ‘oomph’ to which he softly apologises in your ear without letting you go.

You’re not sure how long you stay that way when you finally pull back, mouth open to make some lame joke. Bucky stops those plans when he brings his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. His lips desperate to feel you.

When the kiss breaks, you smile, “I hadn’t even said yes to that second date yet.”

Bucky brings his lips back to yours, gentle this time, like they knew yours was made for his and he knew you weren’t going anywhere. His teeth grazing your plump bottom lip just as he pulls back.

Your eyes stay closed a few seconds longer as you breathe out, “yes”. Yes, to the second date, yes to Bucky, yes to a future with both of you in it.

[local-crying-boy]

Write a Bucky X trans male reader fic and my life is yours. (Please and thank you)

If you also add praise I would cry tears of joy (Bucky praising the reader that is)

Thank you for your service 🫡

🄹🄰🄼🄴🅂 '🄱🅄🄲🄺🅈' 🄱🄰🅁🄽🄴🅂

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𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 '𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢' 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜!𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚖𝚕𝚖

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛/𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 (𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜), 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 633

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

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You and Bucky, throughout everything you two had done respectfully to and for the avengers, and grown incredibly close.

Throughout his struggles of overcoming the Winter Solider, you were by his side every step of the way. Through the nightmares, the late nights were all Bucky could do was form incoherent sentences ad could barely breathe, you were there. You calmed him down, you helped him find his words once more.

And, in turn, Bucky had always been by your side throughout all your struggles. Bucky was always there for your highs and lows, just as you were for him. When there were days that you could barely handle looking at yourself, couldn't bare to listen to the high pitchiness of your voice, or how you couldn't find yourself passing as much as you wanted to, Bucky was there. He reassured you each time, showed you what he loved about you and even taught you to love yourself as much as he did.

Bucky was one of the few people, if not the only person aside from yourself, who knew all the signs of when you were starting to dip in your mood. He was even quick to find different ways to cheer you up, in which ever way you needed.

Today was just another one of those days, unfortunately.

Curled up in your bed after a tough training session with the rest of the team, you had laid quietly as your eyes fixated on some specific part of a wall in your room, more specifically the part of the wall where the little amount of light that was coming in landed. You had been debating whether or not you should get up to grab something to watch, so that you weren't laying in complete silence doing absolutely nothing.

You heard as your bedroom door creaked open slowly, the light from the hallway washing into your previously dark room. You grimaced quietly from the sudden demand for your eyes to adapt to the new lighting.

"Hey, Doll." You heard from an all too familiar voice, though it was softer than it was when you were out training, "You feeling okay, you kinda just disappeared."

You laid on your back, moving your head to where the voice had come from. Your eyes locked onto Bucky's, his gaze sympathetic and full of concern as he saw your puffy eyes and solemn expression.

He was quick to sit on the side of your bed, hand brushing your unkept hair out of your face as he spoke quietly and gently. "What's wrong?"

"I dunno." You muttered with a low voice, taking a deep breath as to steady your voice so that it didn't break and tremble. "I... I'm just not feeling it right now."

A small breath escaped Bucky's lips, he continued looking down at your covered frame, as if he was deciding what would or would not be the best cause of action in this situation.

Though, it was not long until he simply motioned with his hands for you to move up on the bed. Once you did, he laid his back on the bed board, pulling you towards his muscular frame. Bucky placed on hand on the back of your head, playing with your hair and the other hand resting on your back.

“Not feeling it?” He repeated softly, looking down at your head just resting idly on his chest.

You let out a small sigh, your hand resting just over his abdomen. "It's just a bad day, Buck."

Bucky was silent for a few short moments, but he was quick to respond, as always. So, with a kiss planted gently on the top of your head. "Is it... body stuff again?"

You didn't give an audible answer, but you nodded slowly.

He sighed softly, his hand that rested on your back slowly rubbing up and down, his other hand stroking your hair as if he knew that it would provide you with some sort of comfort.

"Doll," He started, his voice so quiet, so gentle, a version of him only he would let you have the privilege of seeing. "You know you've been doing so well, and I'm so proud of how far you've come."

You let out a faint, amused laugh, the words always seemed so silly to hear, but you wanted to hear them so much. You wanted some sort of, confirmation over how you've been doing, as if your own affirmations weren't enough all the time.

"You're so handsome, Doll." He whispered so softly. "My sweet boy, doing so well. I love you so much"

You found yourself inching ever so closer to Bucky, despite the fact that the two of you were already so closely embraced.

"I love you too..." You responded with a soft voice, only causing Bucky to plant another kiss on top of your head.

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Masterlist

[blanketnerd]

james buchanan barnes

[simplyholl]

Filthy

Summary: After a long mission, Bucky needs you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

See my Masterlist Here

"Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" Your sweet voice replayed over and over in his mind. He hadn't flat out refused your offer, but he hadn't said yes either. Now as he laid under the rubble of the bomb Hydra had detonated, it was all he could think of.

You were friends, one of the only people besides Steve to make him feel welcome on the Avengers. The others were wary of him, and he didn’t blame them. He had done unforgivable things as The Winter Soldier. Now he was fighting for the right cause. He couldn't help the reoccurring nightmares of the horrors he encountered in his past. He didn't want to get too comfortable in his new life, the one Steve helped him obtain because he was scared The Winter Soldier was still lurking around in his brain somewhere.

That's why he never dated. Sam would tease him, telling him he could have anybody he wanted, but he settled for his hand every night. Bucky couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. Especially someone who was weaker than him like the opposite sex. He was scared he would lose control while being intimate and hurt or even kill his partners. So he never let anyone get too close, until you.

You came bouncing into his life unexpectedly. You were brought on the team shortly after him. He would never forget your first day. Steve introduced you to everyone at the morning meeting. You were all smiles, your bubbly personality instantly drawing him in. The others were making comparisons between the two of you immediately. You were so happy, so upbeat all the time and Steve was the only one who could get Bucky to crack his cold exterior and actually smile.

Despite your differences, you got along great. Which was a bonus since Tony liked to pair you together for missions. You worked well together, complimenting each other in ways you had never thought of. Who knew almost dying together every week can cause you to form close bonds? You were spending all your free time together. You introduced him to your favorite films, some of them were awful, but he would never tell you that. You would stay up late together watching old reruns of 90's sitcoms for comfort after long missions. Bucky would go shopping with you, holding every bag you had and never complaining.

The team thought something was going on between you. Why else would the cold super soldier follow you around like a lost puppy? They put Steve up to asking about it, but Bucky denied anything but friendship. There had never been anything happen in the whole year you knew each other. You never sat too close or crossed any boundaries, never thought about it until a month ago.

One of the longest, most dangerous missions you had ever been on finally came to a close. There had been too many casualties and you were upset. Even the comfort of your warm pajamas and favorite movie didn't ease your mind. Bucky thought you needed to be alone, so he told you goodnight and headed for his room. You called after him pleading him to stay with you. You couldn't be alone, not after that.

He hesitated, he never stayed the night with anyone because of his nightmares. Tony even gave him a pass when a mission required room sharing. He was the only one who didn't have to pair up. He was afraid he might hurt you or scare you during his sleep. He tried to tell you, but you couldn't be swayed. He found himself under your fluffy pink comforter on heart shaped pillows, surrounded by a mountain of stuffed animals but he felt oddly at home.

You tried to cuddle up to him, but he scooted away. He didn't want you too close to him while he was asleep just in case he had a nightmare. But you didn't care. You told him if he attacked you in his sleep, you would blast his dick off. That made him a little less worried. "How do Tony and Clint do it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, trying to snuggle the grumpy super soldier. "Do what?" He relaxed a little under your touch. "The whole normal family thing. They have a wife, kids, the works, and they are the only ones. The rest of us can't keep a relationship for more than a month, and some only do one night stands. It's hard being a hero when you have to give up stuff like that."

Bucky considers your words carefully. "Is that something you want?" You throw your leg over him, trying to get comfortable. "Eventually, I want to settle down. I'm thinking at least ten years from now, not any time soon. It's just hard to tell who is asking you out for the right reasons or because you're famous. I can't tell you how many phones I've destroyed after dates because they were trying to live stream the whole thing. Is that why you don't date?"

Bucky tenses, explaining how his past as The Winter Soldier scared him away from anything like that. "So you haven't been having sex because you're scared you will hurt someone?" He nods and you giggle. Bucky looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm sorry Bucky, that's ridiculous. Your arm must be so tired! Oh my God! Do you use the metal one?" His silence makes you laugh harder. "Bucky there are super powered women you could have been sleeping with this whole time. People who could at least put up a fair fight if something like that happened, but you're okay now right? I thought the code words didn't work anymore." You rub his back soothingly.

You gasp as an idea hits you. "Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" It was like word vomit. You didn't mean to say it out loud, but you couldn't take it back now. Bucky is so still that you think he's fallen asleep. Thankful he didn't hear your unhinged suggestion, you lay your head down to go to sleep.

"You mean that?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence pass. "If it wouldn't hurt our friendship then, why not? I trust you. And I could hold my own if things went sideways. Plus, I'm a lot hotter than your hand, you have to admit that." The quip earned a chuckle from him. "Can I think about it?" He asks, his seriousness taking over. "Of course." You snuggle back into him, sleep finding you more quickly than you would've liked. That was a little over a month ago, neither of you brought it up afterward. You figured he didn't want to hurt your feelings, so you let it go.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand helping him to his feet. "I thought we lost you back there." He says leading him to the quinjet. On the ride home, Bucky thought about his life, how unhappy he had been lately. He thought of you and how he kept you at arm's length to protect you from himself. You were always so open to him, always letting him know what was on your mind. When you suggested the two of you sleep together, he was shocked. Of course, he wanted to but he couldn't. You were too sweet, he was jaded. He would end up hurting you somehow, he was sure of it. But you weren't scared of him, you trusted him.

Bucky thought of all the times he laid alone at night, masterbating when he could have went home with someone instead. He always turned them down, he couldn't risk it. He lived too dangerously. He could lose his life any moment saving the planet from the next alien attack. Wasn't it time he started living for himself? He had his mind made up when the quinjet landed. Steve told him to go get the cuts on his face and arm examined but he ignored him.

He almost ran to the elevator, not bothering to wait for Steve to get on before pressing the button to shut the doors. When it finally stopped on his floor, he walked by his room, stopping three doors down right outside of yours. He should have cared that it was three in the morning, that he would be waking you up, but he didn't. He tapped on the door loud enough to wake you.

He regretted coming straight here as he waited for you, he should have went to his room to shower first. His leather jacket was dirty and torn. There was a small gash on his arm that had finally stopped bleeding. His face was filthy and according to Steve, he had a cut there too. He probably looked terrifying. He thought about leaving to clean up, but then he heard the pitter patter of your feet as you approached the door.

You pull it open slightly at first, to see who is outside, opening it wider when you see him. He steps inside as you shut it back, locking it behind him. Bucky looks around the dark room noticing the glow from your tv. Your hair is messy, you must have been sleeping fitfully. His gaze drops to your body, you're wearing a black t-shirt that stops at your hips and black lace panties.

"Are you okay?" You ask taking in his disheveled appearance. You turn to get something to clean his wounds, his vibranium hand catches your wrist. "Bucky? What hap-" He picks you up with one arm, holding you close to his body as his lips crash into yours. He walks you to the edge of your bed, tumbling on top of you as your back hits your fluffy pink comforter.

"Do you still want this?" He asks, his voice rougher than he intended. You can't think clearly, not with him on top of you, caging you in like this. His blue eyes search your face as he waits for an answer. Your panties grow wetter with each second that passes. Your nipples are peaked under your shirt, desperate to be touched as you press your chest to his dirty leather jacket. "Yes" You somehow manage to whisper your confirmation.

His mouth is on yours again, rough and demanding, almost desperate. You cup his face with your hands, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." You assure him, breaking the kiss. He groans, hating the loss of contact. "Can't" He rasps, his face nuzzling against your neck. He nips and kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking from your shoulder to your jaw.

His flesh hand travels to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple. He keeps kissing his way back down your throat until he reaches the collar of your shirt. His metal arm grabs the top, slipping underneath to get a good grip on it. He rips it down the center with little effort.

You gasp as the cold air hits your now exposed chest. But you're not cold for long, Bucky's lips capture a nipple between his lips tugging and sucking like his life depends on it while his flesh hand toys with the other one. You're not sure what has gotten into him, you never expected it to be like this, like he needs you.

He kisses a trail down your stomach to your panties. They aren't exactly see through, but they don't hide anything either. His vibranium fingers dig into your hip as he lowers his face, his pink tongue licking up the center of your soaked panties. You whimper underneath him, your fingers sliding in his hair, pulling at the short strands.

He grunts as he licks you through the lacy material. You try to close your legs around his head, hoping to bring yourself more relief. Bucky's steel grip on your hip tightens as he brings his flesh hand to your thigh, pulling it off him. He opens you wide, continuing his desperate assault on you. "I need more, please." You whine, needing to actually feel him against you.

He thankfully takes mercy on you, removing his hands to grab both sides of your panties. "Lift your hips for me." You do as your told, and he slides the unwanted garment off of you. He drags you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you. He parts your thighs, metal hand returning to its rightful place on your hip. You place your leg over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as the anticipation makes your skin prickle.

His hot breath on your soaked core makes you tremble. You feel him smirk against you. "I havent even touched you yet and you're shakin' like a leaf." A dark chuckle escapes him and he dives in. His tongue flat against you as he gathers your slick, bringing it to your clit and swirling it around. He moans, loving the way you taste. He wraps his lips around your most sensitve part, drawing you in, causing your hips to buck upward.

His grip on your hip tightens, a bruise beginning to form under his thumb. "Be a good girl for me. Stay still." His voice is soft, gentle, a complete contrast to his actions. He alternates between sucking you roughly and licking you slowly. You squirm underneath him, you're so close. He suddenly stops, removing his face from you.

His flesh hand rubbing your stomach, before laying his arm on you forcefully to keep you from moving. "I said stay still." He growls, his tongue swiping your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. It takes every ounce of concentration you have to not writhe against him. You've never seen him like this so needy, almost feral. He's like a wild animal slurping you down like you're the first thing he's eaten in weeks. You don't dare to disturb him. So you lie as still as you can, letting him have you.

He needs this. He needs you. He flicks his tongue expertly over your clit, sendng you spiralling. He holds you down as he takes all he wants from you. He's not satisfied until you come three times. Your legs are wobbly, you couldn't get up if you had to. Tears stream down your face from how intense it was. He finally stands, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself.

He adjusts himself between your legs, filling you up. You gasp, grabbing onto his grimy leather jacket for support. You wonder why he didn't bother with getting undressed, but you don't mind. You love how dirty he is. How the filth on his jacket rubbing against your bare chest is the sexiest thing in the world right now. How you can see the cut on his arm, dried blood on his sleeve. You don't know if it's his or some Hydra asshole's, and you don't know which is hotter.

His hair is disheveled. His face is scraped, dirt from the mission caked on him, remnants of your arousal still on his mouth. He fills you completely over and over, holding you as close as he can. His pants rub the back of your thighs as he pounds into you. You caress his face, "Can I be on top?" You ask quietly, afraid you'll offend him some way in his feral state. He flips you so his back is on your mattress. Normally you would be upset that your sheets were getting dirty, but you didn't mind at all. You place your legs on either side of him, sliding down his length. Your ass hits the fabric of his jeans as you take all of him.

You look behind you noticing how big he looks on your bed. His leather boots covered in mud, hanging off the edge. A gush of arousal floods his lap, his hands hold your thighs, pulling you closer. You begin to lift yourself up and down on him, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasms. Bucky notices you won't be able to keep it up for long, so he clutches your hips, taking over. He thrusts underneath you, your hands land on his shoulders needing to steady yourself. You love that it's giving the illusion that you're in control, your body on top of his, but he's calling all the shots, moving your body like he owns it.

You've never felt so full. It's as if Bucky can read your mind, his flesh hand pressing on the bulge he's making in your stomach. He works you harder now, his vibranium thumb coming between you to swirl your clit. Your vision goes blurry, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You come with a loud cry of his name. He follows shortly after, spilling inside you. He holds you close, as you listen to his breathing slow down as he drifts off to sleep while still inside you.

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[fatbiatchforever]

Lie (Part 1?)

"I'm going to miss you."

The shuffling noises from the bathroom halt, and his face peeks out. "I'll be back before you even realize."

Bucky goes back in, which makes you pout.

"Leo's going to miss you," you whine, scratching your dog's belly, who is completely sprawled out over Bucky's clothes. You hear Bucky chuckling in the other room.

You don't want him to leave. You don't feel like you've had enough of him after the last mission. It's only been a week since he got back. Just a week of random hugs anytime he walks past you, coming back home to his home-cooked meals, ranting to him about your day while he plays with Leo, some part of him touching you at all times of the night, his soft lips gently pressing onto your forehead before he gets out of bed, and everything else (especially when he walks fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel). A week of Bucky isn't enough.

"Fine, whatever, I don't care," you mutter, walking out of the room. You plop onto the couch and pick up your book. The last thing you want to do is read, but you refuse to act more clingy. Maybe you're trying to replace the ache in your chest with anger.

As your eyes pointlessly roam around the page, you feel the dip on the couch. You are determined, though you aren't going to pay him any attention.

"Doll."

You flip to the next page.

"Y/N."

You roll your eyes, but your gaze remains laser-focused on your book.

"I saw that."

You bite your lips so you don't respond to his obvious attempt to get you to talk. Bucky is done, though. He can't take your silence any longer, so he grabs the book out of your hold, holding it away from your reach.

"Buckyyy, give it back!"

Bucky shakes his head and holds it even further away. "Talk to me."

You try to snatch it back from him, holding onto his thigh for extra support to retrieve your book, not like it helped. All your efforts go in vain as he throws the book on the coffee table and wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you closer, placing you on his lap, his blue eyes looking at you intently.

"What's wrong?" Bucky asks so softly that you instantly melt.

"It doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't?"

You sigh, "You leaving. I don't know, I'm scared. It's not like the other times, Bucky. I mean, I'm always worried when you leave for a mission, but this time, Buck, there's this feeling that something might go wrong. It's so much more intense. I don't want to risk it."

"Y/N?"

Your vision shifts back to his face. Bucky cups your face between his palms, the coolness of the vibranium and the heat from the other providing relief. Unknowingly, you whimper into his palm. Every cell in your body thanks him for being close and making you feel safe in his arms.

"I love you."

The words roll out of Bucky's mouth so effortlessly that you don't have any other option but to believe him.

"But you have to go, right?"

Bucky nods.

"Okay," you whisper before wrapping your arms around his neck and resting the side of your face on his chest. Bucky's arms snake around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

"Promise me you'll be fine, and you'll come back as soon as you can."

Bucky presses a kiss on the back of your head. "You know that I'd rather stay here with you any day, right?"

"I mean, you came back last week, and you're going away already. Some might think you hate me."

Bucky's laugh rumbles through his chest. "Are you one of them?"

"Nah, my bet is on you having a family on the other end of the country."

"Yeah?"

"Yep, but I can also bet that your other family doesn't have a dog as cute as my Leo."

"Our Leo."

You sit back straight. "I'm not giving you guys Leo; get your own damn dog."

"As funny as you think you are—"

You pout, "You don't think I'm funny?"

Bucky pulls you back closer, AGAIN, but this time making sure you can't move away from his hold. "I do think you're funny, but not when you bet on me cheating on you."

You feign annoyance. "Okay, so that sounds like a you problem. Don't be hating on my humor."

Bucky pinches your waist, before he continues, "I promise, I'll try to be safe. I'll do everything to get back to you, Y/N."

You look into his eyes, which assure you of his intentions. "Pinky promise?"

Bucky smiles and hooks his curved pinkie with yours. "Pinky promise."

Before you can say anything, Bucky tugs at your pinkie, bringing your face closer to his. He leans in, the space between you shrinking, your breaths mingling. Your pulse quickens as his lips meet yours, soft and earnest. Time seems to slow, the world narrowing down to just the two of you in that perfect moment. Bucky gently bites your lip, asking to come in, to get closer to you and prove how much he needs you. His tongue gently moves in, tasting you like he's doing it for the first time. The moan that escapes from him has you melting into his touch even more, showing him you need him as much as he needs you.

When you both slowly pull apart, your foreheads rest together, taking in each other before he has to go.

When you slide back to the couch, Bucky looks at you, hesitating to get up and pack his bags. You smile. You do it for him, so he won't have to worry about you when he leaves—to send him off happy and relieved, instead of worrying about how you feel.

You cuddle with Leo while Bucky packs his belongings into his mission duffel bag. He's out before you can even get comfortable, patting Leo's head and telling him to take good care of you and practically begging for him to remember Bucky as his favorite.

He hugs you right in front of the door, squeezing you into him as much as he can. "If you need me, you call me, okay?"

You nod. "I will, I'll check in every day."

"Good."

Bucky doesn't move, though. He continues to hold you in his arms, his chin resting on your head.

"I'll be okay, I promise. You concentrate on bringing yourself back in one piece, okay?"

When he pulls away, he smiles, which is purely for you. "I will."

He takes his bag off the floor and opens the door. "Leo is—?"

You look at him, confused. "A dog?"

Bucky growls, "No, our dog."

You roll your eyes and do a poor job of hiding your amusement. "Fine, fine, Leo is OUR dog."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Buck."

With that, he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone but so loved that you can't even explain it in words if you try.

Bucky promised you he'd be fine, even if the ache only increases after the door closes.

[thewintersoldier111]

Beefy Bucky... I think yes.

[munsonshire]

Things that Bucky does (in a relationship)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (gender neutral) Masterlist Bucky Masterlist

Will teach you how to throw knives (Sam has been caught in the crossfire too many times for his own good, and Bucky always makes some sarcastic comment because of it)

Sends you bouquets of your favorite flowers weekly (yes, he doesn't care of you're a man, men deserve flowers too) (we love a gentleman)

Will open doors for you all the time

Will give you his dog tags from WWII

Will always be touching you in some way or another, hand on your waist, holding your hand for example

Messages a lot when he is on a mission but he is an old man so he sends them word by word because he doesn't know how to send a whole sentence

Will ask you to explain technology to him (he's from the 40s, the poor man is outdated)

Will wear your hairbands (if you use them on his wrists) if not, maybe one of your rings

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