#reply: bucky barnes

[imyourbratzdoll]

Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids 🫣

hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“C’mon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.” Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.

“What do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?”

You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. “B–but, we already have two…” Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didn’t even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.

“Doesn’t matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.” Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men. 

Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts. 

They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sunday-bug]

Can you write more about congressman Bucky?? I’m so feral for that lol

Same 🥵 yes. I’m gonna go for it here and make this 18+ filth. Hope that’s cool. And let's make it from Bucky's POV because I'm a slut 😛

MDNI 18+ below

She'd been driving me up a wall all goddamned night. That dress. Those heels with her cute pink toenails peeking out. The way she brushed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at me with that gorgeous mouth.

"Bucky?"

"Huh?" I ask, not knowing what the hell she just asked me.

She giggles, "I asked if you wanted to get a drink."

We'd just finished going over a policy proposal at dinner, and I was wired. I could barely focus on anything except the way her hands wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, how she leaned over the table a bit to go over certain parts of the draft, and the way she'd offered me a bite of her meal from her fork.

"No," I say sternly. "Bars are crowded this time of night, anyway."

She nods, a small frown on her face, "Okay, then. I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Wait, no. Come home with me," I rasp, almost desperately.

She smiles at me shyly and whispers, "Lead the way."

We walk to my place, not far at all, but in this moment of anticipation it felt like half a world away. She brushes her hand against my flesh one, and I grab it, intertwining our fingers. Her hands are soft and warm. We walk up the few steps to my place and I fumble a bit with my keys before opening the door, and motioning her inside.

"Finally," I say as I swing the door shut behind me. She turns to me and takes off my jacket. That's all it takes before I feel the line I've been carefully toeing with her snap. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, kissing my lips and neck, unbuttoning my dress shirt and loosening my tie.

I walk us slowly up the stairs, careful with her in my arms. My hands travel from her ass to her waist and I groan. "You've been driving me crazy all damn night. Hell, since you walked into my office on the first day."

I lie her down on my bed and pull off her heels slowly, my fingers tracing up her calves. She sits up, unzipping her dress and yanking it down to reveal a black lace bra and...

"Fuck, no underwear?" I swallow, taking in her naked body in my bed. It feels like ever liter of blood in my body rushes to my cock.

She smiles shyly again, a rosy blush tinging her cheeks. I take off my shirt and tie, tossing them on the floor. She sits up on her knees in the bed and reaches for my belt buckle, unclasping it along with my pants, pulling them down.

"Can I?" She asks quietly, perfect hands on the waistband of my boxers.

"Please," I beg, running a hand through her hair.

She pulls my boxers down and my erection springs free.

"Oh," she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.

"Oh?" I ask hungrily. "I think you can take it."

She lets out a little moan as I lay her back on the bed, my hand reaching for her waist, traveling further down to please her. So wet already.

"I need you," she whispers into my neck as she plays with my hair, giving me goosebumps. "Please."

That little please sends me over the edge, and I push her knees apart with my own, positioning myself between her legs. She bucks her hips into mine and I smile. "Eager, baby?"

"Mhmm," she whines, running her fingers down my arms.

I push the tip inside and watch her eyes light up, "Good?"

She nods, and I keep going, "Fuck... You feel so good."

Her breathing gets deeper as I push into her, motivating me. She's gripping at the back of my neck, tugging on the back of my hair, letting loose little moans.

“God damn, baby, move with me,” I rasp out, grabbing her hip and pumping in and out.

She reciprocates and I feel like I could cum right then and there.

"Bucky... God," she whines. "Fuck me." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. I kiss and bite her neck, never stopping my pace, loving the way she feels wrapped around me.

She starts to tighten around my cock and I know she's close. I pick up one of her legs and put it on my shoulder, pressing even deeper into her and groaning.

"I'm... I'm gonna," she starts to say, her eyes opening to look into mine.

"I know, baby, I can feel it. Let go on me." As soon as I give her permission I feel her body shudder and she cries out again, fingernails leaving marks on my back.

"Just like that. Good girl," I praise her, putting her leg back down and picking up my pace, feeling my own release creeping up on me.

"I'm close, love," I warn her, feeling my legs start to tighten.

"Cum in me," she whispers and I groan again.

"Yeah? You want me to?" I clarify, knowing I'm almost there.

She nods and bites her lip seductively, and that's all it takes.

I grab her hips and press into her until I can't any more, feeling my own release, "Jesus Christ."

I pull out slowly and lay down next to her, catching my breath, and looking over at her.

"Stay there, doll, I'll get you cleaned up."

-the end-

this was just filth, but I kinda needed it haha

[societyfolklore]

Hi girl ❤️ i hope it's ok to send in a request due to my birthday today 🥰 i thought of something where the reader is working at the Avengers Compound and trains new agents, but one of them grows fond of her and like creeps up on her or follows her around all the time. Soon Bucky noticed that and decides to help. As the guy then again waits up on you and gets too close for Bucky's liking, he steps in between and kisses you passionately, making the creep leave and takes you by surprise. But what started as only some help, continues in Bucky's bedroom, revealing hidden feelings and passion 😏 i hope this is ok with you

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I am honored to have gotten this (first request ever so I am truly flattered) I hope you had great birthday! Sending lots of love across the sea! Hope you enjoy this story :)

Title: No Competition

Pairing: Avenger Bucky Barnes  x SHEILD agent/trainer! Female Reader  

Summary:  A new recruit keeps ‘sniffing’ around you and Bucky isn’t having it.

Word Count:  2.5K

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Grumpy Bucky, Unwanted attention, No beta!

A/N: My first request! Wee! @twistersmaverick thank you!

The Avengers Compound hummed with activity. Down in the training gym the rhythmic sounds of punches landing on training bags and the sharp commands of instructors filling the air. You were in your element, guiding a group of new recruits through their drills. Most of them respected your authority, but one had become... too attentive.

Ryan Daniels.

He was taller than most of the recruits, lean but with a wiry sort of strength that made him quick on his feet. But something about him set your nerves on edge.

He was always around, lingering at the edge of your training sessions, offering to help when you didn’t need it, staring too long when he thought you wouldn’t notice. He even started volunteering for sparring demonstrations more than anyone else. At first, you put it down to eagerness- wanting to impress- but it was getting a little much. It was suffocating, and no matter how many polite rejections you gave, he never seemed to take the hint.

Worse still, Bucky had noticed. 

You first caught onto it when he started showing up during your sessions, lingering by the doorway, arms crossed, that signature scowl deepening whenever Daniels got too close. You didn’t think much of it at first- Bucky liked watching sparring sessions, after all. You appreciated his feedback, his insights. But then Bucky started walking you back to your quarters at the end of the day, or appearing in the hallways just when you were about to run into Daniels.

The fact that you and Bucky were friends- had even been partners on missions- made his presence feel natural, reassuring. He had always had your back, always stepped in when you needed him. And you hadn’t even had to tell him that Daniels made you uneasy. He just knew.

And now, as you exited the training room, drenched in sweat and ready to head for a shower, Daniels was waiting. Again.

“Hey, just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed today,” he said, blocking your path. “I was thinking maybe you could give me some private lessons? One-on-one?”

You sighed, already preparing your refusal, but before you could speak, a solid, muscular form slid between you and Daniels.

Bucky.

“She’s busy,” Bucky said, voice even, but sharp like a blade.

Daniels’s eyes darted between the two of you, lingering a little too long, and then he took a step back. “I was just asking- ”

Before he could finish, Bucky turned, grasped your face between his hands, and kissed you.

Not just any kiss- this was possessive, overwhelming, and laced with something deeper. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that took your breath away. Heat shot through your veins, and before you could even react, he was pressing closer, his body shielding yours completely.

Daniels muttered something and stalked off, but you barely noticed. Bucky’s lips lingered on yours for a moment longer before he pulled back, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable.

“What- ” you started, but he was already grabbing your hand, pulling you with him.

“C’mon,” he murmured, voice husky. “We’re not done here.”

You barely had time to process what had happened before you found yourself in his room, the door clicking shut behind you. Bucky’s eyes never left yours as he backed you up against the wall, hands bracketing your hips. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

“That wasn’t just for show, was it?” you whispered.

Bucky smirked, the cocky tilt of his lips betraying just how long he’d been holding back. “No, Doll. Not even close.”

And then he kissed you again, deeper this time, hands exploring, pulling you flush against him, unraveling every ounce of tension between you until all that was left was raw, unfiltered passion.

His fingers trailed down your sides, gripping your hips before hoisting you up effortlessly. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours. The feel of his weight pressing you into the mattress sent a thrill through you, a needy whimper escaping as he tore his mouth from yours to trail heated kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Been wanting this for a long time,” he murmured against your skin, his vibranium fingers cool as they traced up under your shirt. “Wanted you.”

You shivered, arching into his touch, fingers threading into his hair as he sucked at your pulse point. “Bucky...”

“Couldn't stand the way that pathetic puppy Daniels kept sniffing around ya. Not right.” His voice was rough, tinged with something dark and possessive. His teeth scraped against your throat, a lingering tease, a whispered claim. "You're with me."

The sound of your voice, breathy and desperate, seemed to snap something in him. His lips returned to yours in a feverish clash, hands roaming, teasing, exploring until you were gasping against him. Every touch, every press of his body against yours, ignited something deep within you- a hunger you had no intention of denying tonight.

"Yours huh?" you teased, smirking up at him, but who were you kidding? You’d wanted Bucky since the first time he’d laid you out on your back on the training mats. But you knew his trauma, knew how hard it had been for him to let people in. You hadn’t wanted to push, not when he was just starting to come out of his shell around others. So, you'd kept your feelings buried, waiting, wondering if he’d ever see you the way you saw him.

But now? The way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you, left no doubt in your mind- he did.

A sharp gasp left your lips as his vibranium fingers slid under your shirt, pushing it up just enough for his mouth to find your skin. Instead of removing your bra completely, he hooked a finger under one cup, tugging it down until your breast was exposed to the cool air. His lips, hot and insistent, nuzzled against your chest before his tongue flicked over one sensitive peak, drawing a broken moan from you. He latched on, suckling deeply, teasing with his teeth and tongue, his grip tightening around your waist as if he couldn’t bear for you to move away.

"Clothes off. Now." His voice was a rasped command, eyes burning with something primal, something uncontrollable.

Then his flesh hand dropped to your hips, making quick work of your pants, yanking them down in one smooth motion. You barely had time to kick them off before he was pressing back against you, his metal fingers trailing fire across your bare skin. 

The moment you were stripped down, he was on you, mouth hot and demanding against your neck, collarbone, and lower, his tongue tracing heated patterns along your skin. Your hands fumbled at his clothes, desperate to feel him against you, to strip away every barrier between you. You yanked at his shirt, dragging it up and over his head, your fingers immediately splaying over the hard planes of his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin. Bucky groaned at the contact, his muscles twitching under your touch as he shrugged off the fabric and pressed back into you, the heat of his bare skin seeping into yours. 

His hands were everywhere- gripping, kneading, exploring, as though he was committing every inch of you to memory. His vibranium fingers trailed down your stomach, teasing the edge of your underwear before he hooked a finger under the band and pulled them down, slow and deliberate, eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

"How'd that damn wet eared puppy think you’d want him?" Bucky murmured against your skin, his lips pressing a kiss just above your navel. "That he could ever make you feel what I can."

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed lower, dragging his tongue over your hip, teasing. "Bucky…"

"He’s not even in the same league as you, Doll," he growled, his hands bracketing your thighs as he kissed his way back up, trailing over your stomach, up the valley between your breasts, before returning to one peaked nipple. He latched on, suckling, teasing with his tongue as you arched into him, your hips rolling instinctively.

Bucky groaned when you ground against his stomach, then lower, feeling the heat of you pressed against him. His own hardness twitched in response, straining against his underwear, pressing into your thigh. He chuckled, breathless, against your skin. “You squirm so damn much, Doll.”

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him, a mix of need and impatience surging through you. "It’s been a while, Bucky," you admitted, your voice a hushed confession between pants of breath.

His movements slowed for a moment, his hand skimming up your side, eyes locking onto yours. "Need to go slow?" There was something softer under the roughness of his voice, something unspoken, like he was giving you an out.

"Hell no," you whispered, pulling him down into a searing kiss, rolling your hips up to meet him, needing more, needing him.

Bucky chuckled against your lips, returning the heat of the kiss before he was shoving his underwear down, kicking them off in a rush. You pawed at his back, nails dragging over his skin as you arched, feeling him- hot and hard- press against your inner thigh. The sheer sensation of him, bare and unrestrained, sent a shiver through you. The rigid weight of him against your sensitive skin making your breath hitch. A soft moan slipped free as your hips rolled instinctively against him, the friction sending sparks along your spine.

His flesh hand slid between you, fingers tracing over your slick heat, making you gasp as he teased. "So damn wet for me already," he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours.

Propped up on his metal elbow, he watched your reaction, drinking in every gasp, every quiver as he circled and teased, drawing out your pleasure before he aligned himself with you.

Your hands sank into his hair, gripping tight as he finally pushed forward, stretching, filling, a broken moan escaping your lips as he sank into you, inch by inch. Bucky groaned, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep control, his hand gripping your hip, holding you steady as he bottomed out. "Fuck, Doll..."

Your back arched, legs tightening around his waist as you both took a moment, breathless, caught in the overwhelming intensity of finally coming together.

"Yeah- damn," you gasped, brows pinching together as you adjusted, feeling yourself tighten around him, slick and needy. This was better than anything your imagination had ever thrown at you, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you, so much more intense than you’d expected.

Bucky groaned as he pulled back, his breath shuddering, then sank back in, dragging himself against your internal ridges in a way that had your body tightening around him instinctively.

"Au-uh!" The moan was breathy, breaking free as pleasure crackled through you, overwhelming and raw.

His pace was slow at first, deliberate, his whole body moving above you, close enough that every shift of his hips pressed you into the mattress, close enough that the hot, wet kisses he dragged along your throat sent sparks of heat racing through you. His hands gripped you like he needed to ground himself, like letting go wasn’t an option.

"Christ, you feel so good, Doll," he moaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against your skin as he buried himself in you again.

"Should've done this sooner," he muttered against your lips, his voice thick with need.

A breathless laugh slipped from you, but it broke off into a moan as he pulled back, then thrust forward again, dragging himself against every sensitive spot inside you. "Should’ve just had you on those training mats that first time."

Had he felt that same spark you had all those months back? The thought barely had time to take root before it was washed away, replaced by sensation as his hips picked up pace, rolling deeper, harder, his body moving fluidly above you. Every shift, every thrust, sent heat coiling through your core, winding tighter and tighter.

"W-would've saved us a lot of time if ya had," you panted, the words breaking apart between breathless little gasps as he drove you closer to the edge.

Bucky groaned, dropping his forehead against yours, his lips brushing over yours between ragged breaths. His breath was warm, uneven, ghosting over your skin as he tried to catch it, but there was something else in his expression. Relief. Like he’d been holding onto this for so long, unsure if he’d ever get the chance. Now that he had, he wasn’t letting go.

"Yeah- God, feel ya, Doll. So fucking tight for me. Gonna fill you up so good."

The idea had you reeling, a needy whimper slipping free as your nails raked down his back, spurring him on.

"Gonna fill you up so deep, Doll," he rasped, voice rough, desperate, each thrust making his words more strained. "Make sure no one else even thinks they could have you- 'cause you're mine. Always been mine."

His words unraveled you just as much as they did him.

"Buck- fuck, I- God- yours- fuck!" Your moans spilled out in broken cries, pleasure cresting higher with each roll of his hips.

Bucky groaned, his grip tightening on your waist as he buried himself deeper, his breath coming fast and ragged. "That's it, sweetheart- come for me. Wanna feel you squeeze me, wanna take every damn bit of it."

The words sent you spiraling, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your body clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper, dragging him with you. Bucky groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release following yours, a strangled moan escaping as he spilled into you. He held you close, his body trembling against yours as you both rode it out, gasping for breath in the aftermath.

He collapsed against you, careful not to crush you under his weight, his face finding the crook of your neck. He stayed there, panting, pressing soft, lazy kisses against your damp skin as his hand stroked slow circles over your hip.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, just basking in the heat between you, in the weight of what had just happened. Then, with a breathless chuckle, you murmured, "Guess I should send Daniels a fruit basket."

Bucky lifted his head slightly, brows knitting in confusion. "What?"

You grinned sleepily, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "As a thank you. If he hadn't been such a creep, you might've never taken the leap."

Bucky groaned, shaking his head before pressing a teasing nip to your collarbone. "Doll, if you send that little shit a fruit basket, I'm making you pay for it later."

You smirked. "Oh? And how exactly would I be paying?"

His blue eyes darkened, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

[incorrect-thunderbolts]

[the crew is having dinner together]

Alexei: This chicken is almost as juicy as my ass.

Ava: [glares at him]

Bucky: [continues eating without acknowledgement]

Yelena: [shields her eyes with her hand to avoid eye contact]

Bob: [stares blankly into the distance]

[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too blunt about it but sometimes I just love the thought of being arranged nicely on my hands and knees; face to the carpet and ass in the air and fucked mercilessly by a big, strong Bucky. Bonus points if there’s a mirror straight ahead too 😵‍💫

The way his hands would feel huge while he’s grabbing at the softness of your ass, squeezing and massaging almost selfishly while he slides into you so deep, it makes your eyes roll back.

“You feel so tight on my cock, bunny.” He teases, his fingertip trailing lazily over your asshole just because he knows you like the thought.

Your back hurts like this but you wouldn’t dream of changing position. Not when the tip of his thick, leaking cock brushes so beautifully against that sweet spot inside you.

You can barely even babble out a response, consumed by the delicious slide of his length in and out of you, feeling yourself flutter around him when he’s at his deepest.

“Good girl, you take it so well. That’s where you want me to cum, isn’t it princess? Right there.” He presses into you as deep as his can and you can feel the way he nudges against your cervix. You almost feel desperate for it. Desperate to feel the pulsing of his dick as his load shoots in thick spurts, coating your walls and thoroughly claiming you. You’d tell him that if you thought you could manage the sentence.

“You’re such a pretty hole for me to fuck. In fact, you’re a couple of pretty holes.” You know he doesn’t really mean to be so degrading. It’s mostly for your benefit and very soon he’ll be holding you close and telling you how wonderful you are but for now it’s lovely to watch him fuck you the way he wants to.

As if you didn’t already know, your own reflection in the mirror gives away just how much you’re enjoying yourself. It’s hotter than you’d imagined to watch your partner bounce your ass back to meet his thrusts, his hands on your waist and the pleasure etched into his features when he teases your ass and listens to your pathetic moans.

[gremlin-girly]

Fake Title: The Banana and the Winter Soldier

Nonnie, when I tell you this had me giggling at the DND session last night 💀🤚

Thank you @buck-star for helping me decide on a change 😌

The Banana and the Winter Soldier

Pairing: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Handler!f!reader

Tags/warnings: NSFW themes, 18+,

A/N: This one ran away from me so it's a bit longer oopsie 😅

Navigation | Based on this Ask Game

"Mission report."

You sighed, tapping the down key on your keyboard to scroll the medical report of the soldier. He'd come back in almost near perfect condition again. As always.

Your job was a mixture of abhorrent terror and boredom. You don't know why you'd were picked to be a handler, maybe someone higher up the food chain didn't like you. Obviously; the soldier had killed the last 3 handlers he'd had. You didn't know why or if you'd be next.

The boredom part happened when he was gone or these mission reports. When he was gone it was day-to-day admin. When he returned, he was fine and the mission was a success.

You didn't know why you were the middle man for a slew of information that was classified to you. It seemed stupid. It was.

Your stomach grumbled loudly before the soldier can speak and you offer him a sheepish smile as you reach for your untouched lunch.

"Fuck. Sorry." Your grumble and hold out a packet of crisps to him. "Would you like something to eat Soldat?"

"No."

"Okay." You sigh, throwing the packet back onto the desk and picking up your banana instead. You always tried to offer him food or a drink - some camaraderie - but he was always like this. Blunt. Efficient.

You scroll down and tap the banana on your lip when part of the medical report catches your eyes. Severe bruising. There's images attached and they look terrible. How can he still be walking?

You hum thoughtfully and the soldier clears his throat.

"You can continue, Soldat." You say absently, peeling the top end of your banana delicately. He's only going to tell you it was a success anyway. You pretend to listen as you take a bite of banana and he chokes up, sputtering his words slightly.

Looking over at him curiously with your brows raised you pause your chewing. "Soldat, are you ok? Do you need to go lie down?"

"N-no."

He sounds like he's in pain and you wonder if that bruising on his ribs has finally taken effect. You take another bite of the banana and he looks physically pained.

"Yeah OK, I'm not doing this when you're in pain." You huff, turning back to your screen. You click a few things before closing it down and getting to your feet with a long stretch. You can feel his hawk-like eyes watching your every move and you feel slightly uncomfortable. He was never usually like this.

"Come on," you grumble. " I'll escort you back to your room."

The soldier stands, he's so much bigger than you, muscles making the tac-suit creak as he straightens. Yeah, he could kill you if he wanted. He could do a lot if he wanted. But his programming should hopefully stop that.

You munch on your banana down the hallways, discarding the peel before you get to his room and see him inside. You offer to help him undress and he nods, watching you gingerly undo the straps on his suit and help him out of it.

You've never been this close to him before and under his watchful gaze you can feel your cheeks heat up. He was handsome, you couldn't deny it and oh boy if it didn't make at least a little bit hot and bothered by having this life size toy soldier let you help him out of his clothes.

"Handler, I-" He tries, cheeks pink, to vocalise whatever it is he's feeling. "I need your help with something."

The way he says it sounds desperate, almost pleading and you frown with worry. He'd never said anything like this before.

"Sure soldat, what is it?"

Licking his lips, he almost pouts at you before taking your hands gently over the bulge in his pants. Your breathing hitches and your eyes are immediately drawn downward, tracing the curve of the straining outline and how both your hands barely fit around it.

"You always do this to me." He says quietly. "Sometimes I can wait until I'm back here but tonight you -" he hisses a breath that sounds more like a sob. "You and that banana I just- I couldn't-"

You giggle and watch as the soldier's face turns three shades of red in the space of one second. The soldier was horny for you. That's why he was different with you. But he won double points for being so cute about it and for getting hot and bothered over a banana.

You squeeze your hands around his cock and the soldier whimpers, earning him a smirk from you.

"Dont worry soldat," you reassure him. "I'll take good care of you."

[foxgloveprincess]

I saw that art that you just reblogged. And I really liked it and it got me thinking. Steve and Bucky's girl in it's a game of give and take, what would happen if she was, for some reason, changed into a monster for a day?

Hi, Autumn! 💜 From this picture. You really got me thinking (sorry it took so long to reply!!). So…

What If…You Woke Up as a Monster?

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content/implied Smut, Monster AU, Monster x Human Romance, Cuddling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

“What the fuck,” you drone, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Fingers trailing over the scales framing your face. Nails pointed with claws. Legs replaced by the muscles of a snake’s tail. Tilting your head, you catch every angle of your reflection before a thundering thump falls against the bathroom door.

“You alright in there?” Steve calls through the wood. Knob jiggling under his hand.

“I…” You swallow the rest of the instinctual placation. Blinking again and hoping to turn back to your typical self.

The door flies open. Your minotaur filling the doorway with Bucky peeking over his shoulder. Both their eyes wide with panic. Blankets tangled around their ankles and hair mussed from sleep.

“Hi?” you greet with a brief wave of your hand. Smile strained by your own anxiety.

Steve blinks. Eyes scanning every inch of your body in its new form. He swallows. Lips parting on a thought. Pupils blowing wide.

Bucky slips past before he says anything. Slithering up to your side and wrapping his tail with yours. His arms encase your waist as his head falls to your shoulder.

“You’ll be alright, baby,” he soothes.

Your tongue peeks from between your lips. The world around you opening up in an explosion of delicious scent. The taste of your boys filling your senses. Every tastebud savoring them. Yet you blink yourself out of the tempting daze—your new form more concerning than any new pleasures it might bring, right?

“What are we gonna do?” Your voice cracks over the question.

Steve sighs, shaking himself, his lips tilting in a small smile. “We’re gonna figure things out, li’l star.” His hands find your cheeks, cradling your face in his warm palms. “And we’ll be fine, just like Bucky said. No matter what happens.”

“What if it’s like a disease?” you ask, mind starting to spiral with worst case scenarios.

“We’ll be fine,” your minotaur soothes.

“Or some kind of curse.”

“We’ll be fine.”

“Or a—”

“We’ll be fine,” Steve repeats, punctuating each word with a peck to your lips. At once calming your worries and stopping your plummet into anxiety. “Now, can you get around, or do we need to carry you?”

“I—” you pause and dip your chin, “I think I can get it—I got into here alright.” You glance toward Bucky, teeth sinking into your lower lip. “But you can’t laugh. I’m still figuring it out.”

“Never,” Bucky says, squeezing his arms around your waist. “Let’s get to the couch.”

“Good idea,” Steve agrees, “we’ll just take it easy today. See if anything changes.”

You nod and begin your trek to the living room. Arms out to balance as your tail slithers behind you, muscles working to move you across the floor, to keep yourself upright.

Your husbands trail behind you, letting you take your time until you reach your oversized sofa. And Steve’s arms loop under you and scoop you up. His body reclining against the cushions and draping you across him.

You fidget and shift a moment, tucking your tail in just the right way to be comfortable. Lying atop your minotaur and resting your head on his chest. The beat of his heart right under your ear, a pulse that vibrates through you.

And then you’re squished. Bucky draping himself over you both. Wrapping his arms around your waist. Perching to your side. Tail entangling with your own and snaking around Steve’s furry legs.

Your breath hitches. Oh. Whatever instinctual connection in your brain that just hit has you sparkling. You don’t recognize the sound that rolls past your lips. But you do recognize the way your whole body melts into Steve and Bucky. The need that gathers low in your belly.

“Looks like our li’l wifey is starting to enjoy herself,” Steve chuckles, petting his hand along your elongated spine.

“We can help with that,” Bucky enthuses, his claws slipping between your bodies and finding your breasts. “Would you like that?” he asks, sweet and sinful.

Your eyes close, every ounce of effort in restraining yourself from losing your mind completely. Swallowing down a throaty hum of arousal, you reply with a sibilant, “yes.”

And when you wake up the next morning back in your typical body, tangled with your husbands and sore in every best possible way, a small sinful part of you wishes it’ll happen again.

[anika-ann]

made-up fic title: ever so softly

Hello dear 🥰 Thank you so much for participating in the game 😍

Since my brain does refuse to acknolwdge the concept so far, you too get a little drabble-ish thing 🥹 This time only with 600 words, Bucky, and a flavour of angst with hurt/comfort 😇

ever so softly

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, anxiety, sensory issues and hypersensitivity and PTSD A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics

Sometimes, your hands shake.

You’ve got a tender heart, people would say; a codename for those who get overwhelmed with the world, with people, with the noise and smells and strange textures and tastes, with emotions; with anxiety.

Your own body, your own damn brain was often your worst enemy. You were your worst enemy and you hated it with passion, especially on days when you somehow had no energy left but for that and spiralling down the void of terror made of your own synapses.

On days like these, like on every other, Bucky holds you, whispering soft words of solace and encouragement into your hair, tender lips and gentle voice, creating a protective bubble of silence and peace, tucked safe and far away from the world.

On days like these, he embraces you closely – unless you cannot bear his love for the moment, despising yourself for it all the more – and helps you put together the pieces of your tender soul you feel have imploded inside of you and suffocate you with every attempt of breath.

He sooths you and promises – begs, in truth – to keep you. Loving you,

ever so softly,

reminding you that you can choose and do the same and until you do, he will. For both of you.

And on some days, you do too.

Sometimes, Bucky’s hands shake.

It is a funny little glitch, he supposes, once he has the capacity to be sardonic with himself, which is always; his metal hand, science perfected, precious chunk of vibranium crafted to faultless functionality on engineerism, and it trembles as much as his flesh hand.

Bucky Barnes is an old man; a reborn man, haunted by an army of ghosts and undead. Doctors in his old days called it shellshock; the fancy modern name for it is PTSD.

Some days, images of blood, violence and death run on the silver screen of his mind like the most messed-up horror flick, following him through day and seeping into his nights, sleepless; or worst, consumed by nightmares than never end, because they are memories of his own actions.

His soul weighs too much to bear, drenched with blood and guilt that no penance can wash away.

Sometimes, you help with the cleanse despite it.

You take his shaking hands – sometimes his very own, sometimes the glorified invention attached to his body – and lead him to the living room where on the shelves stand his little treasures; one supposedly beautiful thing next to another, small wooden statues he had carved himself, rough around the edges but otherwise delicate, a reflection of his gentle torn soul. You do not speak a word, you do no point, letting him see what you see. To make him see that what he only perceives as a pair of hands soaked in blood and wrongdoings, had made good and beautiful too.

And even in the dead of night, you walk him to the most special room of the house, of your home, his steps hesitant, but his heart too weak to resist. Helpless and already yearning, he can never say no.

In those no longer trembling hands, you gently place the most precious thing he has had a generous hand in creating, with utmost love.

Tears burning in his eyes, he cradles your baby, his baby, to his chest with one arm, his other curling around you, pressing you to his side, lips attached to your temple. You linger in your embrace until his tears of grief and guilt turn into ones of acceptance and happiness.

Because he loves and he is loved,

ever so softly

and every beat of his heart, your heart and his child’s, promise him that despite all the pain, everything will be okay.

I hope you enjoyed the little angst but with a sweet note in the end for a change🥰

Thank you for reading and @murdock-and-the-sea for sending 💕

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Bucky I’ve missed you :( I’ve been travelling and barely had time to go on my phone :( I missed you so much 🥲

Aw, well, I'm back from my mission so you can stop by anytime now. I've missed you too, sweetheart

[really-steve-rogers]

Heheheh

Ehehehheheehheheehehehehehehehe stuckyyyy

Where you you people keep getting these? Bucky doesn't even have that arm anymore. (the art is beautiful)

@itsme-bonkybarnes

[imyourbratzdoll]

hiii baby 🤍

weird request maybe…

But reader being tired of dating but really wanting a baby…like she just really doesn’t want to wait for the perfect man to settle down with, but she really really really wants a baby.

So she asks childhood!bestfriend!bucky or like childhood!bestfriend!CE!Character to impregnate her…

He (being secretly in love with her) agrees, so they make one 😩

hi honey! not weird at all! I loved this, I'm hoping I did it justice and that you love it!

summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.

warning - smut, breeding kink, unrequited love (or not), horrible dates, creampie, swearing, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. “Ugh, I’ll never find the perfect man to settle down with…” You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. “I just want a baby… Is that so hard?” 

Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! He’s your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message. 

‘Hey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.’ You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear. 

‘Sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.’ 

You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss. 

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. “Hey, I got us some Chinese.” He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other. 

“You came so fast!” Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You don’t notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. “C’mon, I’d feel better asking you the thing while sitting down… I don’t really know how you’ll feel about it.” Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, you’ll possibly be ruining a good friendship.

Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. “So, uh… How did your date go?” This would be the tenth date this week that you’ve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they haven’t been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual. 

“Shit like the others.” You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. “From the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women he’s been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didn’t let them take control of my life.” You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. “But, I came to a conclusion. You know how much I’ve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.”

Bucky nods before frowning. “Please don’t tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.” His brows furrow. “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.”

You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. “Of course not. I had someone better in mind.” Your eyes connect with him, and Bucky’s brows raise when he puts the pieces together. “I want you to impregnate me, Bucky.”

“Y–you–” He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.

“I want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to be–”

“Yes.”

“B–”

“Yes.” Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “I’ll pump you full until you are carrying my child.” You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Bucky’s hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. “D–do you want to go slow or…” Bucky swallows, knowing that you weren’t doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.

“Fast, for now, I just need you.” You whimper. You grasp the back of Bucky’s head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. “Please, fuck a baby into me.”

Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. “D–did you touch yourself before I got here?” 

You shake your head, “No, no….” You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. “Bucky, please.” You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.

Bucky leans back, giving you a look. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. “I need words, Y/n.” 

“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure I want this.” You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. “You’re so big…” Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. “O–oh…” 

His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. “Fuck, you feel so good, doll.” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places you’ve never reached before. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.” He growls, getting lost in the feel of you. 

You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure you’ve never felt before. You can’t wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what you’ve always wanted. “Faster, Bucky, please.” You don’t know how he’s done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner. 

Bucky’s hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. “Shit, doll. I’m so close.” His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. “Fuck, fuck! There’s so much. It feels too good, doll!”

You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. “Thank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.”

Bucky smiles, “I’d be happy with that.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sunday-bug]

Request: Bucky just got done working out and you’re ready to jump his bones the second he gets back into the house. He insists on showering first but you admit that you like it better when you can smell his natural musk/sweat and that it’s actually an aphrodisiac for you. -SebastianStan0813

SQUEALINGGGG

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x girlfriend reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Content: p in v sex, sweaty Bucky

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

A/N: again, thank you to my Discord peeps for letting me be feral and indulge in this & thank you @sebastianstan0813 for the sexy prompt 🥵 another (oops) entry for @ramp-it-up 5k Challenge with the prompt “That’s it. That’s my girl.” We love praise around here 🤭

The oven timer beeps and you get up from the couch, set your book facedown on the coffee table and walk to the kitchen. You open the oven and take a peek at the muffins. Perfectly light brown on top and ready to come out. You set them aside to cool and hear Bucky walk through the front door. 

“It smells amazing in here, honey. Banana bread?” He asks from the other room. You poke your head around the corner and smile.

“Banana nut muffins, actually. I just took them out. Wanna be my taste tester?”

“You know I do,” he says sweetly, setting his duffle bag on the floor and taking off his tennis shoes. He walks to you in socks, a sweat stained light grey T-shirt, and black gym shorts. His hat is on backwards to keep his hair out of his face. 

“You look like you worked hard,” you say, gesturing to his sweaty shirt and flushed face. 

“I did. Walker almost kicked my ass today. We did a lot of deadlifts. Did you have some nice relaxing alone time?” 

You nod and take a hot muffin out of the tin, carefully unwrapping the paper from the bottom. “I read my book, cleaned the apartment a bit, and meal prepped. Here.” You spear a part of the muffin top with a fork and blow on it before offering it to Bucky. As soon as it hits his tongue he rolls his eyes back and moans. 

“You are the best baker, I swear. God, honey. Amazing.” He leans in to kiss your cheek and you get a whiff of his sweaty self. His natural muskiness sends a jolt between your legs that you weren’t expecting and you gasp ever so quietly.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, looking at your face. 

“Uh huh,” you nod quickly, trying to shake off the feeling. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go shower,” he says as he spins on his heel for the bathroom. 

“No! No… uh, wait,” you say, taking a step toward him.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Uh, nothing… just maybe don’t… shower yet,” you suggest sheepishly.

“Why? I’m really sweaty, babe,” he says, gesturing to his shirt. “I probably stink.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, you don’t stink. You actually smell good right now. Like… really good.”

Bucky looks at you, confused, and you bite your lip, a bit embarrassed.

“I like it,” you finally admit. “It’s working for me.”

“Oh,” he says with a smirk. “It’s working for you, huh?” 

“Don’t tease me, Buck,” you say quietly, walking toward him and enveloping him in a hug. He wraps his big arms around you in return and you inhale deeply. Another zing of pleasure courses through your body and you get a shiver down your spine. Bucky chuckles quietly at your reaction. 

“So, how tired are your legs from those deadlifts?” You ask without looking at him, just resting your head against his chest in the hug. He laughs wholeheartedly now, knowing exactly what you’re asking him. 

“Not that tired, love,” he assures you. “But, I do love seeing you sit on it.” He whispers the last part into your hair and it’s your undoing. 

“Couch. Now.” You demand, and he follows your instructions, shedding his T-shirt and shorts on the way. You can see the sweat glistening on his back and chest as he sits down, spreads his legs, and gets comfortable. He pats his lap once and looks at you with another smirk. You walk to him, and take off your leggings and top.

“Come here, honey,” he says sweetly. You straddle his lap and put your hands on his slightly damp chest, rocking your hips with abandon. He kisses you, and you moan, feeling slightly like a wild animal. Aphrodisiacs are definitely real, and yours is apparently Bucky after he’s been to the gym. He slips his dick out of his boxers and strokes it a couple times. You can’t wait any longer, slip your underwear off and sit back in his lap, sinking down onto his length with practiced ease. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. You smile and start to ride him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He looks so good holding your waist in place, eyelids fluttering as you bounce on him a bit faster, his fucking hat still on backwards. God. 

“If you keep going like that, this is going to be a quickie,” he groans, leaning his head back into the couch. You lean down and kiss his neck, smelling more of his sweaty goodness. Christ. That’s all it takes.

“I’m coming,” you mutter, feeling it hit you like a freight train. 

“Don’t push me out,” he whines, holding you in place on his dick and making you ride it out on him. “That’s it. That’s my girl. I’m close, too.”

You stay where he wants you and let him use you until he reaches his peak, “I’m gonna cum in you. I know you want it,” he breathes, “so take it.” 

You both sit there breathless, covered in Bucky’s sweat. You start to giggle as you calm down. 

“What?” He asks, taking your face in his hands gently. “What is it?”

“Oh, I’m just glad you didn’t come home five minutes earlier or those muffins would have burned.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “M’Gonna come home sweaty more often.”

[societyfolklore]

Hello! I’m not sure if you are taking requests, but if you are may I please have a stucky (or just Steve or just Bucky) reaction to you getting really badly sunburnt and taking care of you after? Just got back from an all day fishing trip and OMG the pain in my burnt face, shoulders and arms is starting to set in 😭. Was curious how they would take care of reader going through the same thing. Love your works! But if you’re not taking requests no worries!

Absolutely. You deserve both of those soft idiots fussing over you. Here’s the Stucky version of the sunburn aftermath, where Steve is sweet and protective, and Bucky is the grumpy type who definitely warned you about the sun - and is now trying (and failing) not to say I told you so. Here is a little drabble for you. Title: Redder Than a Lobster, Doll Pairing: Stucky x F!Reader Warning: Sunburn and FLUFFF Word Count: 1.4k

You didn’t notice it at first.

Sure, your skin felt a little tight, your face flushed, your shoulders prickling, but you chalked it up to heat and long hours by the water. Maybe it was a bit of windburn, you told yourself. Maybe just the sun reflecting off the waves. You drank water, splashed your face, even joked with your friends about feeling crispy. You shrugged it off, figured a shower and some moisturizer would do the trick. But it wasn’t until you peeled off your shirt in the bathroom and caught a glimpse in the mirror that the real horror set in.

Bright. Red. Radiating pain. A glowing, angry hue from shoulder to elbow. Freckles that looked more like burn marks. A nose so pink it could guide Santa’s sleigh. Even your scalp, where your hair parted, was tender to the touch. You leaned closer to the mirror and gasped as your back came into view; blotchy, patchy, completely wrecked.

The bathroom light was almost too cruel. You winced at your reflection, gently prodding your shoulder and watching the skin around your finger turn angrily crimson. It radiated heat like a stovetop. Your cheeks felt tight. Your collarbones were already starting to freckle with that shiny pink rawness, and the worst part? You could feel the itch already setting in. Not the satisfying kind, but the awful, buzzy, nerve-ending kind of itch that meant you were in for a few days of sunburn hell.

The tank top you’d worn felt like sandpaper just looking at it. You debated wetting a towel and wrapping yourself in it like a burrito. Then maybe crawling into the freezer. Then maybe crying.

“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered to yourself. You could almost hear his voice echoing in your head, low and annoyed 'That screen moisturizer isn’t gonna cut it, doll.' You’d waved him off with a kiss and a grin, bouncing out the door like the sun couldn’t touch you. “Bucky literally said- ”

“Yeah,” came Steve’s voice through the door, a soft knock following it.  He's clearly heard you “He did. Repeatedly. You okay in there?”

You sighed like it hurt, which it kind of did. The ache had settled into your shoulders and the tops of your arms like a slow, burning weight. “Not really.”

The door creaked open a moment later and Steve poked his head in, already frowning, blue eyes widening as he took in the flush of your face. “Jesus, honey.”

He stepped in fully, moving slowly, like he didn’t want to startle you, like he was afraid even his shadow might hurt. His expression morphed into one of full-blown concern as he closed the distance and lowered his voice. “C’mere.”

You let him guide you out gently, one large hand warm and steady at the small of your back, careful not to brush the worst of the burn. He was quiet as he looked you over, shirt clutched in your hands, skin flushed and glowing like you’d rolled in lava. His jaw clenched with guilt, and his touch hovered just shy of your skin like he was afraid to make it worse.

“You should’ve called me,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I’d have come and picked you up. We could’ve wrapped you in wet towels or iced you down in the car.”

“I thought it was just windburn,” you mumbled. “Didn’t feel this bad until I got home. The breeze on the water kind of masked it.”

Steve gave a slow nod, but his frown deepened. His eyes flicked over your nose, your cheeks, the delicate skin near your collarbones. “You’re gonna be miserable for a couple of days.”

“Too late,” you muttered. “I’m already halfway there.”

From the living room, Bucky’s voice cut through, low and sardonic: “That’s not windburn, sweetheart- that’s third-degree flirting with the surface of the sun.”

You glared toward the hallway as Steve chuckled under his breath. “Bucky…”

“I’m not sayin’ I told them so- ”

“You literally just said- ”

“I’m sayin’ I offered to pack the sunblock. And the hat. And the umbrella. And I was mocked.”

You huffed and plopped onto the couch with a wince, every movement stretching scorched skin. “Okay, yes, fine. Everyone warned me. I get it. Can we skip to the part where I’m being doted on now?”

Steve smiled, already heading to the freezer. “That’s more like it.”

You heard the clink of ice trays and the refrigerator door opening. He grabbed the aloe from the fridge too, because of course they kept some on hand, thanks to your last beach incident. Cool, soothing, and ready to save what was left of your dignity. You caught a glimpse of him through the kitchen doorway- barefoot, focused, muttering to himself as he scooped ice into a clean dish towel and double-checked the expiration date on the aloe like it was medicine.

Meanwhile, Bucky crouched in front of you a moment later, a rare flicker of worry on his face. His brows pinched and his gaze swept over you like a scanner, soaking in every angry patch of pink. His hands hovered, then he reached out carefully; cool metal fingers brushing your arm, testing the heat radiating from your skin. He hissed under his breath.

“You’re burnin’ up. Literally.”

“I’m aware,” you said dryly, though you couldn’t keep the grateful sigh from escaping when his fingers trailed just a little higher.

You flinched at the contact but melted a little at the contrast. His metal hand was perfect in that moment, smooth and soothing. The way he moved was gentle, measured. He looked up at you, jaw tight.

“That actually feels really good,” you admitted, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

“Yeah?” He shifted closer, settling between your knees without hesitation. “Good. Gonna sit here and ice you like a steak if I have to.”

He pulled your hand into his, wrapping your overheated fingers in his chilled vibranium ones. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth when your shoulders finally relaxed.

You snorted. “Romantic.”

“Only for you, doll. You’re the only person I’d willingly kneel for holding a bottle of aloe vera.”

Steve returned with aloe, a soft cloth, and one of his oldest cotton shirts, bleached and worn, perfect for burnt skin. Instead of kneeling, he stepped behind the couch, giving Bucky room to keep cooling you down from the front. You felt the couch dip slightly as Steve leaned over the back, the chill of the gel hitting your shoulder a second later, spreading with the slow, steady glide of his fingers.

“Think you can handle sitting still while we patch you up?” he murmured near your ear, his voice soft but steady, like he was already halfway into medic mode.

You let out a soft breath, skin stinging but your body slowly easing into their care. The aloe tingled across your shoulders, a soothing balm chased by Steve’s fingertips. Bucky’s hand stayed on your leg grounding you with the contrast of chill metal and quiet devotion. Sandwiched between steel and muscle, it was a comfort, you nodded. “Yeah. I can handle this.”

Steve’s other hand reached to your other shoulder, smoothing more gel across the curve of your arm, careful not to press too hard. “Let us take care of you, sweetheart. You don’t have to do everything alone.”

You made a soft, appreciative hum in your throat, eyes fluttering shut. The pain hadn’t gone anywhere, but it was blurred now, hazed over by affection and quiet intimacy.

“I’ve got nowhere else to be.” You smiled at both of them, the corner of your mouth twitching as a bit of warmth flickered in your chest- more powerful than any sunburn. “And two overprotective super soldiers ready to baby me? Kind of sounds like a good deal.”

Bucky smirked, already smoothing the metal of his palm over your thigh, his thumb grazing that burn just barely. He leaned in a little closer, eyes flicking up to yours, voice low with teasing affection. “You better milk this, ‘cause next time I’m makin’ you wear one of my shirts and covered in sunscreen, . Gonna make me cover you in bubble wrap you at this rate.”

You chuckled, but it came out soft, airy, your body too sore and tired to do much more. “I’d let you.”

Steve leaned in to press a feather-light kiss to your temple, the scent of aloe filling the air as it soaked into your skin. His breath was warm against your hairline.

“Next time,” he whispered, “I’m packin’ the SPF myself. Military grade. No more negotiations.”

[unearthlydust]

How much screen time did Bucky have in Thunderbolts/the New Avengers?

Hi!

He has some screen time, but most of his scenes were revealed in the trailers and teasers, and his presence doesn't truly make a serious impact. Well, that's how I saw it. Sprinkles are okay, but I wanted to eat a cupcake, not just sprinkles. 🥲

[anonymousmink]

Art request for an anon of some Avengers with their pets! I went for TEAM CAPT (Bucky + Alpine, Nat + Liho, and Sam + Figaro)

Bonus Art: Steve did not get the memo!

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost this art! Commissions are open! 💜

[possuminabathtub]

I need to make fandom friends that I can talk with because everything I've been a part of on discord has died a quiet death and I want to yap, so if anybody has suggestions, particularly for marvel and thunderbolts at the moment, I'm open to suggestions