#sebastian's birthday!

[wineassassin]

shepard would absolutely get him a wine aerator as a joke gift just to see his reaction but would in reality get him something nice but practical like a new watch. and there's definitely gonna be a vinyl or two, something of the dean martin variety though she'd sneak in some 60s classics too, like some jefferson airplane.

literally this man always needs more aerators and watches. and vinyl. and then he's going to invite her to stay over, enjoy the records, let him try the aerator on a good bottle of merlot, and they can have a super peaceful night hanging out. he'll probably even cook for her as a show of thanks ♡

[yourbuckies]

Happy Birthday Sebastian Stan ♥

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[navybrat817]

Anything special for Bucky's birthday?

Something small, nonnie.

For Years or for Hours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is the love of your life and deserves to have a peaceful birthday.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, being in love, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I wanted to do something more, but today got away from me. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun had just risen outside of Bucky’s hut in Wakanda, the rays peeking in and beckoning you to wake up and venture out into the world. You weren't ready to rise and meet the day quite yet. Not when Bucky was beside you, holding you in his sleep like you he’d lose you if he loosened his grip. You wouldn't dare disturb his slumber. Not when he more than anyone deserved to rest peacefully.

So you decided to count the freckles on his nose.

“My beautiful man,” you whispered, placing your left hand on his cheek. “Love of my life.”

The wedding band on your ring finger matched his in design, symbols of the never ending love you had for each other. Time stood still and moved all at once when you said “I do”, but forever didn’t start with your wedding day. It began the day you met. Every moment after that paved a path that entwined, neither of you having to walk alone again.

“One,” you whispered, kissing a freckle on the tip of his nose. You’d never get over the sight of him. “Two…”

You didn’t know Bucky had freckles until he was in your face during a training session, the definition of up close and personal. It was right before you shared your first kiss, which was ages ago and felt like yesterday. He rolled on top of you and pinned your arms above your head, his breathing heavy and eyes stormy as you gazed up at him. Instead of trying to break free of his strong hold, you went lax underneath him and smiled.

“Are you yielding?” He asked, releasing one of your wrists when you made no attempt to move.

“Wow. You have freckles,” you exhaled, brushing his soft brown hair back that fell in his eyes. “I never noticed them before.”

It was as if Bucky removed an invisible mask and allowed you to see his true self for the first time before he pressed his lips to yours. It sparked a flame inside of you that no one could ever put out. And if being in love with him taught you anything, it was that masks hid your true selves and built walls to keep others out. You helped each other knock them down.

He was your partner in every sense of the word.

“Mmm. Tickles,” he mumbled as you kept kissing his nose, his voice throaty and low as he opened his eyes. His broad torso rolled as he arched his back and you had to suppress a shiver when he groaned. “Were you counting my freckles again?”

“You caught me,” you whispered, pecking his nose once more and not embarrassed in the slightest. “I can’t help it. You’re so pretty.”

Amusement filled his eyes as he slid a palm down your ribs to your hip. “I thought you were the pretty one in this relationship, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your cheeks warmed at the reminder that you were his wife. “We can both be pretty, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head back so he could brush his scruff against your neck. You joked once that people called him the White Wolf because he liked to “scent” and leave his mark on you. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Why should I go back to sleep, hmm?” He asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss over your racing pulse. It was enough to make you whimper when you tried to find your words. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You menace,” you moaned, tugging on his hair for good measure, which only made him let out that lustful groan you loved. “Because it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in, old man.”

His first birthday as a married man.

“And we won't say how old I am today,” he said, his hair falling in his eyes as he pulled back and smirked. “And I was kind of hoping I'd wake up with my cock in your mouth.”

“Bucky,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to laugh at his admission as the tingle between your thighs grew. Whatever thought was in your mind went away. It didn't matter. All you could imagine were his eyes staring down at you in wonder and ecstasy as you took him in your throat. “You know what? Fine. Your wish is my command.”

You’d please him with whichever hole he wanted to use.

“But I’m awake,” he teased, chuckling when you silenced him with your lips. He didn't let you pull away, feeling as if the hut tilted on its axis as he deepened the kiss you started. It was like your first kiss all over again. The promise of something more.

A lifetime together.

“Pretend you're asleep,” you suggested when you grudgingly pulled away from his sinful lips. “But if Steve and Sam ask, we woke up to watch the sun rise.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed when you smiled, your heart rate picking up. “Don't talk about those punks when you're about to go down on me,” he half growled.

“Yes, White Wolf,” you teased. They would no doubt message him birthday wishes, along with Natasha and a few others, once they were awake. He deserved all the love today and every day.

Before you could kiss down Bucky's body, he stopped you with a gentle grip. “Wait,” he whispered, his eyes searching your face. You didn't know a gaze could be so soft until he looked upon you. This was a man who knew your hopes, dreams, fears.

And loved you all the while.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when he reached for your left hand.

“I just love you so much, doll,” he said, running his thumb over the ring as your eyes filled with tears. You blinked them away quickly enough to catch his tender smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

When you got home, you’d celebrate his special day in regular fashion. You’d take him to the new science exhibit that he mentioned wanting to see. The two of you would cuddle up to watch his favorite movie after dinner with the gang. He’d eat the cake you baked just for him. And there would be a present or two for him to open before you went to bed.

But the gift he wanted most was to have a day without a reminder of the fight. Where he could breathe in the air, take in the quiet, and feel a sense of peace with the person he loved beside him. You knew the only way to give him that was to get him out of the city and back to his hut. Even if it was only for a short time.

In his sanctuary, he’d find tranquility on his special day and you’d show him how much you loved him. Memories the two of you would carry for a lifetime. Because he gave you the world by asking you to be his and you’d spend forever making him happy. Just like he deserved.

“I love you, too, Bucky Barnes,” you promised, kissing the freckle again on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”

Oh, Bucky. We love him. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[steeph-aniie]

Happy birthday to the love of my life 😍❤️

[aphrostiel]

Happy birthday, Seb ♥

I can't fully explain my love for him, I just know that this man caught all my attention during his RB days and eventually stole my heart, on to become my favorite driver ever and someone I love so much. Where he goes, I go. Any era, any team, racing or not. Always.

[iamafootballfanmiasanmia]

Happy Birthday world champion ❤

[daniel-bruehl]

Bucky Barnes + smiling ✨ | for @buckysbarnes

[lives-in-midgard]

Happy Birthday to Bucky Barnes.

Happy Birthday to our favorite Sergeant.

Happy Birthday to the Winter soldier.

Happy Birthday to the White Wolf.

Happy Birthday Bucky. ❤️

[sosa2imagines]

You, me and Vegas!

Story came out on Sebastian Stan's birthday. 13th August.

The story follows Bucky and Peach, two people who accidentally got married in Las Vegas after a night of too much alcohol. Despite the drunken mistake, they decide to annul the marriage. Bucky and Peach navigate their lives, pursuing their dreams and growing closer each day. The drunken marriage turns out to be a strange but fortunate beginning to their love story.

New Chapter every second or third day.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Part 16 (Epilogue)

✅ Complete.

[wineassassin]

"knock, knock!" echoes from the front door, as one barbie roberts lets herself into the cosy warmth of sebastian's home. in her arms, she cradles a vibrant bouquet, each bloom a burst of color — pinks, reds, blues, and sunny yellows. balanced alongside, are two perfectly wrapped gifts, their paper gleaming with her signature pink. "a little birdie told me it's someone's birthday!" she chimes, her voice light and melodic, a joyful laugh following her words and with a radiant smile, she extends the flowers and gifts towards him "happy birthday, sebastian!" inside one gift box rests a pair of exquisite wine glasses with golden stems, their bases delicately engraved with sebastian's initials. and, of course, nestled beside them is a bottle of rich, full-bodied red wine. after all, what are fine glasses without something worthy to pour within? in the second box, lies a hand-sewn turtleneck in a deep, velvety maroon. on the label, a message reads: "a barbie roberts original, for one of her dearest and most trusted. happy birthday bash <3"

what a surprise! sebastian hears the call and jogs to greet barbie at the front door. "oh my god, barbie, you didn't have to!" grinning from ear to ear, he dives to help lighten the load in her arms, taking the beautiful bouquet and appreciating its vibrant colors before setting it down. "this is too much. you've gone too far, barbara, i swear." he gives her temple a sweet kiss before opening each gift, and everything makes his smile grow and his eyes widen with elation. he's so spoiled. he's so happy. he loves the wine glasses, of course, but the hand-sewn turtleneck makes his knees weak when he opens it — jaw dropped, he marvels at the excellent stitching and spies the label, handmade. "my god, barbie! i thought this was — i thought this was from a store, but you made it! you actually..." head shaking, he smears a hand across his face in disbelief and moves to hug her tight. "you're incredible. i can't believe it!" more staring, this time at the arms, the neck of the sweater... he's at a loss, and it's wonderful. "i'm so moved. thank you so much for taking the time and making this for me, you darling woman. i cannot wait to wear this. thank you."

[yourbuckies]

— Hala Alyan

[icantdothistodaybruh]

It's my birthday today!🎉🎉🎉

Thank you all so much for your asks, reblogs and replies, I may not always answer, but be sure I read each and every one!!!! (and save them in a folder hehe) I appreciate your support immensely, and hope you all have a great day today💋 aaaand I decided to make a compilation of my favourite artworks in one BIG and not really chronological post for you to enjoy and for me to remember the year by ↓↓↓

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[hazybarnes]

“... what's gonna happen? people are not gonna like me for it? or what if i fail? well, guess what? like, you might fail. but you might as well fail at the fucking thing you want. yeah, then fail at something.” — SEBASTIAN STAN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN STAN! (August 13, 1982)

[magpiemore]

[sebinwhite]

Sebastian Vettel celebrating his 21st birthday during the 2008 British GP

watch here