#winter soldier workout

[lieutenantselnia]

Yesterday I've been doing some proper physical exercise for the first time since last year and I'm just imagining how proud my f/os would be of me🥹

[lamentfulluci]

8/31/24

Feelin' pretty good...for now. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I went to SacAnime. I didn't get to cosplay like I wanted, but I still had fun. Unfortunately, we had to wait in line outside for three hours, because we thought they opened at nine but they actually opened at 12. I got a Loki comic, X-Men comic, Spider-Man comic, a Sailor Moon print, a Wolverine print, a snake ring, and a fancy pair of scissors that look like a dagger. For my my birthday, J got me a Nightmare Before Christmas mini backpack. The Wolverine print is by the same artist that made the Winter Soldier and Ghost Face prints I have, that I got from SacAnime last year. And the ring I bought matches a pair of earrings I already had. Today, I woke up early and went to the gym. It's a little irritating because they completely remodeled so almost everything is moved, and they got a bunch of new upgraded equipment, so I have to learn how to use them all. When I got home, I started some laundry and I cleaned up my room. I need to find frames for the new prints now. I'm about to read a bit and relax until dinner. Tomorrow, I work.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Beefy Bucky fucking you like he owns you❤️‍🔥

40s Bucky calling you his dirty little slut❤️‍🔥

Workout Motivation❤️‍🔥

Smile For Me🩷 (Request)

Here For You🩷 (Request)

Here For You (part 2)❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Plum Flavored Chapstick🩷

Cuddles and Kisses🩷 (Request)

Kissing In The Rain🩷

Something New❤️‍🔥

Watching Over You🩷

Sweetness❤️‍🔥

The Winter Soldier Comes Out To Play❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Bedtime🩷 (Request & Drabble)

You Belong To Me❤️‍🔥

Stress Reliever❤️‍🔥

Beard❤️‍🔥

Best Friends🩷

Give Me A Chance (College Student!Bucky AU)❤️‍🔥

I Miss You🧡🩷

Mornings🩷

In Trouble❤️‍🔥

Ladybug🩷

Glasses🩷

Nightmare🩷

Always Be Her Dad🩷

Bracelet🩷 (Request)

Hungover Super Soldier🩷

Fantasize❤️‍🔥

Old Man🩷

Daddy’s Arm Is Different🩷

Dirty Little Stories❤️‍🔥

Can’t Wear Me Out❤️‍🔥

Grumpy Soldier🩷 (Drabble)

Alpine’s New Mommy🩷

Be Quiet For Me❤️‍🔥

Boo Boos and Tea Parties🩷

Didn’t Mean It🧡🩷

Patching Up The Winter Soldier🩷

Needy Night❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Late Night Comfort❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Care and Worry🧡🩷 (Request)

Needy Soldier❤️‍🔥

Sneaking Around❤️‍🔥

Fulfilled Fantasy (with Natasha Romanoff)❤️‍🔥

There For You🩷

Fan Girl Moment🩷 (Request)

Special Surprise🩷

Got My Doll Back🩷

Manners❤️‍🔥

Mommy Hurt🩷 (Request)

Middle Of The Night❤️‍🔥 (Request & Drabble)

Birthday Wish🩷

Dada🩷

I Got You🩷

Best Undercover Mission Ever❤️‍🔥

Picture Perfect Beauty🩷 (Drabble)

Happy Birthday🩷 (Request & Blurb)

Ice Cream Date🩷

Single Dad!Bucky Drabble🩷

You’re Mine🧡❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Don’t Understand🩷 (Request & Drabble)

Carpenter!Bucky Barnes Drabble🩷

Take Your Mind Off Of It❤️‍🔥 (Request)

You’re The One That I Want🩷 (Request)

You’re Safe🩷 (Request)

Bucky taking care of you when you have the flu Drabble🩷

Easter🩷 (Drabble)

New House and A Cat🩷

The Kiss🩷 (Request)

Cute In Your Uniform❤️‍🔥

Yes Sir❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Not Going To Fight You🩷 (Request)

My Best Friend’s Brother Is The One For Me🩷

Aircraft Fun❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Venting🩷 (Request)

New Mission Suit❤️‍🔥

Neighbor/Mechanic!Bucky Drabble❤️‍🔥

Buying Everything You Touch🩷 (Request)

Unexpected🩷🧡 (Request)

Daughter’s First Words🩷

Naughty Girl❤️‍🔥

Break Through❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Wisdom Teeth (with Steve Rogers)🩷 (Request)

Have Your Back Forever And Always🩷

Alpine meeting yours and Bucky’s newborn baby🩷 (Drabble)

Bucky finding out that you have a thing for his vibranium arm❤️‍🔥

Trying To Protect You🩷 (Request)

The Truth🩷🧡 (Request)

Ways To Help🩷 (Request)

Beautiful Eyes🩷 (Request)

Not A Burden (with Steve Rogers)🩷 (Request)

Love Them❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Under Your Influence🩷 (Request)

Make Me Yours🩷❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Bucky treating you like a princess when you’re on your period🩷

Needy Girl❤️‍🔥

Cupcakes🩷

Bucky finds a kitten🩷

Bucky waking you up in the best way possible on your birthday❤️‍🔥 (Drabble)

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 5

You arrive at the Tower, Abby woken up early, excited about surprising Bucky. She holds your hand and does her version of skipping as you make your way to Bucky's office. You run into Captain Rogers in the hallway, "Abigail Rose! Good morning! Hey, Y/N. What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi Cap. Do you remember Captain Rogers, Abby? He's Sergeant Barnes' friend."

"Morning, Mr. Captain." Abby moves closer to you & wraps an arm around your leg.

"Abby wanted to leave Sergeant Barnes a surprise."

Kneeling down, "You brought Bucky a surprise?"

Abby nods cupping her hands around her mouth, "It's secret."

"Oooh, ok." He smiles at her, "I better let you guys get to it. Have fun."

*****

Bucky dropped by his office on his way to the gym to get in a workout. His phone bings with a text.

Steve: Incoming. Surprise headed your way.

Then he hears Abby's chattering approach his office. You lightly knock on his open door & Abby squeals & jumps up & down.

"Abby! How are you?"

She looks up at you and you smile, giving a small nod before she runs over to Bucky's side. "Mr. S'gent, you're home!" He notices, she places her hands on his Vibranium arm while hopping up & down & it makes him laugh.

"You can call me Bucky."

"Mr. Bucky."

"No, just Bucky."

Nodding, "ok." Her smile is from ear to ear.

You step just inside the doorway, "Sorry to interrupt, but Abby wanted to drop something off for you." Abby runs over to you holding out her hands as you pull her letter out of your backpack.

"Tank you, Mama!" She hurries back to Bucky's side & he lifts her onto his lap. "I mades it."

"Did you? Wow!" He puts the drawing on his desk. "Is this...you?"

"Uh huh! The banoons is 'cos you did a good work."

"This is beautiful, Abby. Thank you so much."

Leaning back against his chest, "You melcome."

"It's welcome."

"It's what i says, you melcome." You smirk & shake your head.

Bucky shrugs, "I understood it perfectly."

Your heart is about to explode. Abby is thrilled to see Bucky again and you've never seen Bucky this animated before. He's really not as intimidating as you once thought.

"Baby, we better go and let Bucky get back to his busy day."

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Cans Bucky comes with us?" You meet Bucky's blue eyes over Abby's head. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"He might have plans, honey."

"I wasn't doing much today. I was just headed to the gym," he smiles at you.

"Wants to picnic? I gots bread for the ducks. I can share wit yous."

"You know what? I love to picnic!" He looks down at Abby's surprised face & laughs.

"See Mama! He loves it!" Clapping her hands, "Comes, let's go!" She hops off Bucky's lap & tries to pull him up.

Bucky takes his new drawing & closing the door he tacks it up on a corkboard he has behind his door. It joins the first drawing Abby gave him. You see that & you smile at him.

Again, Abby almost loses her mind. "Mama lookit!" Bucky picks her up so she can view it better. "My mama said you can't forget me because you has my drawing and sticker."

"Forget you?? I could never forget you." Abby hugs him around the neck & kicks her legs in joy. You grab her legs before she kicks him in the groin.

"Careful Abby." You look at Bucky & laugh.

"Do you mind if we stop off in the residence? I'll grab my stuff & we can go."

"No, that's fine."

There are a few floors restricted for agents that reside in the building. He brings you upstairs & you wait in the common area while Bucky grabbed his own back pack for the picnic.

*****

Stopping at a deli to get sandwiches for lunch, Bucky ended up picking up the tab and adding a bunch of cookies and brownies for dessert. Abby gets a special ride on the shoulders of the Winter Soldier. She's never been so high up & couldn't stop giggling.

You were able to snag a small spot near the pond, spreading out a blanket under a shaded tree. It was such nice day. You brought some bubbles so Abby ran around trying to pop them. Bucky would blow and you and Abby would compete to pop the most. The 3 of you played tag. You wore Abby out. Soon as she ate her lunch she was out like a light for her nap.

Carding your fingers through her hair as she sleeps, "Thank you so much for joining us and for lunch. She's never had so much fun."

"Thanks for letting me come along. I don't think I've picnicked like this since 1935."

He talks about his life before the war. His friendship with Steve. A little bit of how he's still trying to assimilate to being an Avenger. He's enjoyed the day because he never gets the chance to...play.

"I think you've got an open invitation from this one here."

Bucky laughs. "How old is she?"

"She's 3."

"She's very... articulate."

"You can say it. She's a chatterbox. She doesn't stop talking. Even when it was just jibberish, she didn't stop. It used to drive her father nuts. He didn't have a lot of patience."

"He's still in the picture?"

You shake your head, "He passed away last year."

Bucky frowns, "I'm sorry for you loss."

Everytime you hear those words you feel guilty. You feel like you should feel a loss, yet you don't. Not really. You were dating Abby's father for about 6 months when you found out you were pregnant. It wasn't planned. You and Jason weren't even talking about marriage. And yet you decided to get married because of the baby and that was a mistake. Jason wasn't ready to be a father. You're not even sure he enjoyed fatherhood while he was alive. He was on deployment or missions and away from home a lot. His life didn't change much. You were already thinking of asking for a divorce. He didn't take an active part in raising Abby. He would never have gone on picnics with you and Abby, let alone run around and play tag with you both. Or blow bubbles.

"Thank you."

"So, its just you two now?" You smile and nod. He gives an off-key rendition of Bill Withers "Just the Two of Us," which makes you snort laugh. "C'mon, I wasn't that bad!"

Abby stirs awake from your laughter and Bucky's outrage. "Mama?"

"I'm sorry, Baby. Did we wake you up?" You lift her onto your lap and she snuggles in, sticking her thumb in her mouth. "Did you have a good sleep?" She nods. "It takes her a while to wake up." You rub her back.

"She woke up just in time for the ducks."

Abby pops her thumb out of her mouth, "Ducks?" She stands and wobbles like a drunk person so Bucky reached out for her. "Bucky, yous ready for ducks??"

"Whoa, take it easy." He laughs at Abby's excitement to feed the ducks. He scoops her up while you find your stash of stale bread. You make your way to the waters edge, and Abby instructs Bucky on the proper way to throw bread at the ducks. "Don't hit them in the head."

Bucky looks at you weirdly. "She used to try and aim for their mouths & would hit them in the head. I told her it's not nice and to aim for the water in front of them." Bucky laughs.

Once the bread is gone, you start packing up your things. "If you come back to the Tower, I can grab my car & take you guys home."

"It's ok, the Metro stop is close to our building."

Bucky insists, "It's no problem. Really."

"You don't have a carseat. Abby needs a carseat."

"Ooooh. Right," Bucky frowns.

"We're fine. I promise. We do this all the time," you give him a reassuring smile. "Baby, come say bye to Bucky."

Abby runs over & launches herself at Bucky, who quickly catches her. She gives him a loud kiss on his cheek. "Tank you for my samich & cookie."

"You're welcome. I had fun today."

"ME TOO!!!" Bucky picks her up & plops her on his shoulders.

Reaching for her, "I got her."

"I'll walk you guys to the station at least." He grabs your hand in his and you all head off to the Metro.

Next chapter

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[dannyboy-writes]

Swear on it

You were finishing a workout when you heard the door to the gym open up, seeing Natasha come in and locking it.

“Hey Nat, I was just finishing off here.” You smiled, but quickly dropped the face as her own look seemed displeased. 

“Something wrong?” you asked, holding a hand out for her.

She quickly took your wrist and spung you off your feet, dropping you on the hard floor. Still holding your arm behind your back, now pushing her knee a tad too deep in your back.

You groaned, “You know, I invited you earlier, now I’m leaving.” You tried to shuffle off her grip but she wasn’t playing around.

“Shut up, y/n.” She steadied her position on top of you, and looked around the room.

“You know I had this dream before, but it was slightly different.” You grinned, straining your neck to catch a look of her face.

“Are you being serious right now?” She did not seem amused. 

“Okay, it was just like this,” you breathed.

“Who do you work for?”

“What?”

“Answer me, y/n.” She ordered.

“SHIELD, Nat, what the hell.” You were at a loss right now, “Who do you work for?”

“SHIELD.”

“See we’re on the same side, here. How about you let go of my arm, and we can hug it out.” You tried to move slightly under her grip, but she tightened it.

“Stop messing around,” she sighed. “Hydra‘s infiltrated SHIELD.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief as she nodded. “And why do you think I’m Hydra?”

She didn’t answer, just another heavy breath.

“Right. Look, I have no interest in going back to being a brain dead assassin.” You told her.

Just thinking about your days in the Winter Soldier Program gave chills down your spine, and nightmares for a lifetime.

She turned you around, now straddling you. “Swear on it.” 

“What?” You gulped amidst the shock and the fact that Natasha was close to you. Very close.

“Swear on it on something that matters.”

Her face was stoic, but her eyes betrayed her. She couldn’t lose you. You couldn’t be with them.

You searched in your mind something meaningful enough. “Our relationship.” 

“What relationship?”

“Whatever this is, what it could be. I swear it on my love for you.” Natasha’s eyes widened and she suddenly realised the position you two were in. “What do you swear it on?” 

She was quiet for some time. “My past.”

“Great, now that we’ve both sworn on it, up you go,” you said, raising your hips so Natasha would get off you.

“What are we going to do now?” You asked her.

“You love me?”

The question pierced the room like a bullet. Natasha’s eyes lost in your face.

You looked at her, “Of course I love you. Why else would I be in this shithole?”

You started to smile as Natasha’s lips crashed into you. First shocking you, but soft enough so you settled in it comfortably.

“That was nice,” you said, breaking out of the kiss as Natasha smiled herself. “We should fuck.”

She cackled loudly, “Buy me a drink first, you shameless.” 

“Will do. Hell, I’ll buy you two.” You said, laughing at yourself.

She hit your arm, still smiling at you.

“First, we need to sort this infiltration thing.” She reminded you.

“Right, drinks later.” You smiled.

[supercap2319]

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like this i'll cum in my jeans."

"Then I guess we have to take your jeans off. Undies to just to be safe."

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like, I'll cum in my jeans." Y/N warned as the up down motion was making him hard in his jeans. The fabric was brushing against him sensitive head and leaving a real wet spot on his crotch. People will think Bucky scared him so bad that he wet himself, which wasn't true at all.

Bucky looks at him, a lazy grin on his handsome features. His blue eyes were shining with amusement and interest as he continued to thrust his hips upward. Bucky was in the middle of doing leg lifts and asked Y/N to straddle him for a little more weight.

"Then I guess we'll have to take your jeans and undies to just to be safe, doll." Bucky said.

Y/N blushed as bucky helped him up, his routine of thrusts temporarily forgotten as he helped Y/N pull his pants and underwear down before Bucky had him lay down as Bucky unceremoniously took them off his legs, leaving Y/N naked from the waist down besides his shirt and leaking precut.

"There. That's better. You should probably take off your shirt, too. Don't want any stains on it." Bucky winks.

He pulled off his shirt until he was finally naked for Bucky in the weight room while the Winter Soldier was in black shorts that had a tent in them and a black workout shirt. Y/N blushed hard as Bucky chuckled. "Back to it, doll."

Bucky started to thrust upward again,the friction between his soft shirt and rugged hard abs against Y/N's cock had him moaning like crazy as his dick was leaking like a faucet. "Oh, god!"

"That's it, Y/N." Bucky was panting only lightly. Being a supersoldier means he had more controlled stamina than horny young Avengers. Y/N can't believe how easily Bucky brought him to the edge. What should he expect? Bucky's been pleasing men and women since before Y/N was born. The thought of Bucky being so experienced sent a thrilled down Y/N's body as he hoped Bucky would show him his experience.

"Don't hold back... go on, pretty boy." He said. "Fuckin' come all over my abs! Cum for your Sergeant." Bucky commands.

Y/N grabbed his broad shoulders and cried out as he shot his creamy load all over Bucky's muscular frame as Y/N rode his high. He was panting and sweating by the time Bucky stopped moving. He looked at Y/N and smiled.

"I could use a shower. Wanna shower with your Sergeant, doll?"

Y/N nods.

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | chapter one

Summary: You leave your room for the first time in a month as the memory of your first meeting with Bucky floods your mind.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. A lot of grief and sadness.

Word Count: 1376

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A/N: Why do I do this to myself?

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The atmosphere in the briefing room was thick with sorrow, each member of the team carried the weight of their loss, it was a heavy burden. Natasha, Steve, Banner, and Rhodey sat in silence, exchanging somber looks as they came together to discuss what needed to be done next. 

As they waited for you to join them, there was a noticeable sense of uncertainty. You hadn’t left your room in the month since the Snap, the grief had consumed you like a relentless tide. They had no expectations on your arrival, there was no hope that you would find the strength to join them. 

Yet, to their surprise and also their relief, the door creaked open, and you stepped inside.

Your appearance was a stark reflection of the grief you carried. Your eyes hollow, your shoulders slumped, and your face paled with the pain. It was as if the weight of the universe had settled on your shoulders, it was crushing you.

Steve’s voice broke the silence, he stood at the head of the table, his voice heavy with emotion as he spoke. “We’re glad you could join us,” he said softly, you could hear the relief in his voice. It was rare that he got to see you these days. 

You managed to direct a weak nod in response to him, your throat was tight with unshed tears. The concern that etched your friends and family’s faces only served to deepen the ache in your chest. 

As the meeting began, the discussion turned into plans for the future - how to rebuild what had been lost and how you help those who had been affected. Each word felt like a knife to the heart, a painful reminder of how you were one of the affected.

“We need to focus on finding a way to provide support to those who have lost,” Natasha said, her voice determined. “They need to know they’re not alone,” 

Banner nodded in agreement, “We need to consider the long-term effects of the snap, too,” he added. “The psychological impact.” You couldn’t help but notice his gaze land on you at that moment.

Rhodey chimed in, his voice steady. “We’ll need to work closely with the remaining governments and aid organizations, make sure resources are allocated where needed,” he said.

The meeting dragged on, tears had been threatening to spill from your eyes since you sat in your old usual spot. You weren’t focused on what they were saying, memories of happier times flooded your mind, each one a cruel reminder of what you lost.

Drawing to a close, everyone began to leave the briefing room. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming loneliness wash over you. Despite being only a few feet away from friends and family, you felt utterly alone. 

Tears finally spilled down your cheeks, unchecked and unstoppable as the last of them left you sitting at the table. 

~

You remembered the first time you laid eyes on him, The Winter Soldier, your memory was as vivid as if it was yesterday. You were just a child, barely old enough to understand the world beyond the Red Room. Yet, even then, something about the large and mysterious man set him apart from the others. 

You had heard the whispers of his existence long before you ever saw him - the tales of a silent assassin who moved like a ghost were told in the girl's room after lights out. 

It was a cold, dreary day in the Red Room, it felt like it was being stretched on forever. You were alone on the training grounds, going through the motions of another grueling session. An intense workout on your small young body. He appeared before you as he silently spectated your movements. 

“I’ll be your trainer from now on,” his voice was low, almost monotone, yet it carried a demanding tone. 

At first, you froze in place, a mixture of fear and curiosity coursed through you. His movements were calculated and precise. Yet, beneath the facade of his programming, you sensed a flicker of something more. As a child, you sensed the spark of humanity that refused to be taken from him. 

As he began guiding you through the drills, he commanded with authority. “Stand straight, shoulders back.”

“Yes, Soldat,” you responded, straightening your posture as best as you could. 

His touch was firm but gentle, his instructions clear, you noticed how he never once fought back with his left arm. “You’re hesitating,” he observed.

“I, um, I’m sorry,” your small voice stammered, embarrassment rushed through you at your inability to keep up with his speed. 

“Focus,” he urged, you noticed the slight softening of his voice. For a moment, you saw your reflection in his eyes, a mirror image of the child you used to be before the Red Room stole you away and replaced your innocence with something darker. 

From that day forward, the Winter Soldier became more than just a trainer to you. He became your protector and silent companion. “You have potential,” he once remarked, his words causing pride and confidence to course through you for the first time. 

And though your time training with him was fleeting, the memory of him lingered long after you had completed your training and he vanished back into the shadows. 

~

You sat alone in your room, you still couldn’t believe you were back after over two years. It hadn’t changed since the morning you left with Natasha. Staring out the window, watching the raindrops race down the pane, you lost yourself in a sea of memories. Each one was a bittersweet reminder of what once was. The ache had yet to dull in your heart, the emptiness of lost companions. 

A sudden sound of gentle knocking on your door startled you. Blinking away the haze of sadness, you rose from your windowsill and made your way toward the door. You were met with the warm smile of your sister, Natasha, as you opened it. Her presence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had consumed you over the last month. 

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice a soothing tone that cut through the heaviness of the room. “Mind if I come in?” 

You shook your head, stepping aside to let her come in. She crossed the threshold, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern as she took in your teary eyes and the growing mess taking over your once gleaming room. 

“Have you found her?” you asked with a slight sense of hope in your voice.

Natasha’s expression faltered at your question, a shadow passed over her features. “She’s gone, too” she replied gently, her voice filled with regret. 

You nodded, a disappointing weight settling heavily in your chest. For weeks, you had searched tirelessly for any sign of your other sister, Yelena. Clinging to the hope that she was still out there somewhere, not vanished. 

Your sister moved closer, wrapping her arms around you in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as your arms wrapped around her waist. “I know it hurts.”

“I just can’t believe they’re gone,” you admitted, your voice trembled as your eyes began to fill with tears again. “Yelena, Wanda, Sam, Bucky…”

“I know,” Natasha murmured as her grip tightened around you slightly. “But we’re still here, we have each other.” 

You nodded, the tears spilling down your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you confessed, grateful that you still had your eldest sister here with you and having her unwavering support.

As Natasha pulled back, her smile softened and her hands came up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears with her thumbs. “Just promise me one thing,” she said softly.

“What is it?” you asked, curious at the serious tone in her voice.

“Promise me,” her voice wavered slightly. “You’ll remember that you’re never truly alone, even if I’m not here to remind you.” Her eyes bore into yours, sending a chill down your spine. Her eyes were full of knowing as if she knew something you didn’t.

You furrowed your brow, sniffling as the tears continued to spill. “I promise,” you replied.

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[navybrat817]

I have a really chubby baby nephew right now, making me think of dad!Bucky with his own little one. The baby is so adorably chunky, it's a workout for people to hold him, but Bucky has no trouble holding and snuggling and dancing with his 6 month old baby.

Aww, Bucky would love that. He really would. ❤️

He adores his baby's plump cheeks and kissable chunky thighs. They're so sweet. If anyone says otherwise, he has no problem giving the Winter Soldier death glare. His baby is perfectly healthy and happy. They're meant to gain weight quickly.

If the doctor sees no issue, why should he? This is his baby. The apple of his eye.

So if you need to get a little extra rest or if your arms start to get tired, he'll happily relieve you and dance around the living room. He'll nuzzle your bundle of joy with the proudest smile. And he'll continue to be thankful for having a happy, healthy baby.

And no one blames him for going after Tony when he calls his baby a "backbreaker".

Love and thanks! ❤️

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Quite the Workout Part 3 -Oneshot

Sorry it took me a minute, but here's part 3. ;) I also don't necessarily like the nicknames Bucky calls reader in this one...but it seemed to fit the vibe of the story. Trigger warning: derogatory name-calling, smut Word count: 2603

Part 1 Part 2

“I’ve never been in this room before,” Y/N said, looking around the smaller workout room.

Bucky hummed.  “It’s one of the private workout rooms.”

She looked around at the equipment lining the walls, the mirror along the wall across from the door and a large mat covering the middle section of the room.  There were no windows, and she wasn’t sure but she thought she heard the click of the lock when Bucky closed the door behind them.  “Why do we need a private workout room if we’re just sparring?” she asked, though she had an inclination as to what it was Bucky had on his mind.

“So I can give you a private lesson,” he said matter-of-factly.  “Who better to learn hand-to-hand combat and sparring with than the one and only ex-Winter Soldier?”

Y/N lifted an eyebrow at him.  “I know hand-to-hand combat, Buck,” Y/N said.  “You’ve seen me do it before.”

“Yes,” he nodded, walking toward her.  “But you’ve never had to go up against me.”

Y/N huffed a laugh as his eyes narrowed, looking like a predator stalking its prey.  “You sure you won’t get a boner while trying to fight me?” she teased.

Bucky’s expression didn’t waver except for his lips slightly curling into a smirk.  “No promises,” he said.  

Y/N rolled her eyes and got into a defensive stance.  She let Bucky circle her, watching him carefully and trying to think of the next steps he could take.  She’d seen him fight in the field multiple times.  He was wicked fast, strategic, and quite lithe for a man his size.  He was taking small steps closer to her each time he circled, almost imperceptibly if she wasn’t so aware of him.  Like lightning he suddenly swung at her, and she barely dodged his attack by mere centimeters.  It slightly scared her, her eyes widening and muscles tensing.  Most people, especially men she had ever had to fight were pretty predictable, they’re bodies indicating what their next move would be with each twitch, back swing and twist.  But Bucky was like a wild cat, slinking toward her one way then surprising her going a different way.  His hits were heavy but precise.  She tried to keep her breathing even and composed.  It would do her no good to panic.  She moved so that her back would never face him, frowning as she focused on the task at hand.

Bucky’s smirk never left his face.  He knew he had the upper hand, and she knew it, too.  As much as she could hold her own against most assailants, an enhanced person was a totally different animal.  He finally stopped moving and waited for her to make the next move, his head tilting in both question and challenge at her.

Y/N couldn’t stand the anticipatory, charged silence and attacked, swinging her arm through the air toward his face.  She knew he would dodge it easily, so as he moved his head she twisted her body and punched his ribs with her other hand at the last second before springing away from him.

Bucky huffed a breath and smiled as he turned to face her.  “Good girl,” he praised her.  “Good strategy.”

Y/N shook out and flexed her hand that landed the punch.  It was like punching a brick wall.  As proud as she was at landing at least one punch, she didn’t let it deter her from being realistic about her chances.  She wasn’t enhanced, didn’t have any powers to help her.  They sparred for a while longer, Y/N doing her best to just not get hit or hurt.  Most of her movements were defensive or evasive, and she could feel her endurance diminishing as time went on.  Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself, his eyes raking over her figure more often than not, which only made it harder for her to focus.  

“Would you quit ogling me and just fight?” she finally grunted as she missed hitting his torso once again.

“It’s not my fault you decided to spar with the tiniest, tightest shorts known to mankind,” Bucky retorted, his hungry gaze flitting over her lower half for the hundredth time.  “Trying to distract me with those thighs of yours.”

“Aw, I thought you liked my thighs,” Y/N said patronizingly.  The shorts had been a conscious decision, which he of course picked up on.  

“I do,” he winked.  “And that ass that’s practically hanging out of those shorts.  And what’s peeking at me between your legs every time you kick at me.”

Y/N smirked.  She conveniently hadn’t worn underwear, either.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said nonchalantly.  “I’m just here to spar with my mission partner.  It’s not my fault if he’s a horny, thigh-obsessed, sick little pussy puppy.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her.  He suddenly sprang forward and tackled her, blocking most of the fall with his body before rolling them over until he was on top of her.  Y/N squirmed and struggled, trying to fight him off but failing miserably as his metal hand gripped both of her wrists and held her hands up above her head and firmly against the mat.  She tried to lift her legs enough to kick him off, but he positioned himself between her legs, keeping them spread wide so she couldn’t bend them high or wide enough to get at him with her feet.  His flesh hand gripped her throat and she gasped as he squeezed.

“Watch your dirty mouth, baby,” Bucky growled, his face an inch away from hers.  His eyes were dark, his nose scrunched and lips curled over his teeth like he was snarling at her.  He looked more dangerous to her than he ever had before, opening up a flood of conflicting emotions that had her body responding in strange ways.  As much as she was panicking at being so easily taken down, her hips were trembling with need, her pussy hot and throbbing at the danger.  “Wearing the smallest shorts with no underwear to try and throw me off.  Once again, proving that if anyone is sick in this relationship, it’s you.”  He kissed her hard, making her hum against mouth as he stole the breath from her lungs.  The kiss was all tongue and teeth, nipping at her lips and sucking on her tongue before quickly pulling away.  He squeezed her neck again and she opened her mouth wide to suck in a breath.  He leaned down and licked a tear that she was unaware had fallen down the side of her face.  “Look at you, so desperate you’re shaking beneath me.  Such a sick, horny, pretty little bitch.”

Y/N nodded, her wrists trying to twist out of his grip.  His flesh hand moved down slowly from her neck and over her chest, kneading her breasts roughly and rucking up her tank top and sports bra so her breasts were exposed before traveling down her torso to the rim of her shorts.  He yanked them down, maneuvering her legs so he could pull them all the way off so she was opened wide and splayed out naked for him.  Y/N was panting at his rough treatment.  They had been together a couple of times since that mission where she had teased him about getting a boner watching her fight, but it had never been this rough or needy before.  She had once again said too much, done too much, and pushed him too far.  This was punishment.

Bucky never let go of her wrists, his metal hand a literal vise pinning her against the mat.  His flesh hand felt her all over, his fingers teasing her cunt and clit before quickly pulling away, then he would lean down and bite or lick along sensitive spots on her body until she was a whining, moaning, crying mess.  

“Bucky…please!” she cried out after he edged her again, pulling his fingers away from her pussy.

She yelped as he slapped her puffy pussy lips.  “What did you call me?” he asked gravelly.

“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry,” she pleaded, trying to grind her hips up toward him, his hard cock tenting his sweats and brushing against her every time he moved.  “Please Sergeant!  I can’t, I can’t handle it, please…”

Bucky tickled the space above her pussy with the tips of his fingers, sliding them up her stomach, making her flinch, then kneaded her breasts again, pinching her nipples too hard one at a time.  She thrashed her head back and forth, biting her lower lip to keep herself from being too loud.  Then he slapped her tits, and she shuddered with a long groan.  “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“YES!” she screamed.  “I’m your little slut, Sergeant!”

Bucky smiled.  “Good girl,” he said, then sunk three fingers deep inside her.  Y/N moaned loudly at finally being filled, her head wrenching back against the mat with a thud.  His thumb rubbed at her clit as his fingers squelched in and out of her, changing the pace randomly and sporadically curling his fingers deep inside her, brushing against the special spot and teasing her.  

“Sergeant, can I please cum?” Y/N begged, her legs moving up over his hips and hooking her ankles behind his ass.

“No,” Bucky murmured.

Y/N whimpered at the denial, trying hard to stave off her impending orgasm.  She decided to try something else.  “Sergeant, will you please fuck me with your cock?”  His eyes snapped up to look at her.  “Please?” she quickly added again.  “I want your thick, fat cock inside me.  I need it.  Please?”

Bucky paused for a second before removing his hand from her pussy and pushing down his sweats and boxers just far enough to release his cock.  Y/N moaned at the sight of it, hard, long and thick, pulsing with need like she was.  He stroked himself, wiping her wetness onto himself before rubbing the tip through her lower lips.  She shook again, desperate for him but trying not to move too much for fear that he would take it away.  

“This what you want, baby?” he teased her, rubbing her clit with the tip of his cock.

“Yeah, yes, Sergeant,” she whispered.  

“Is this what your pretty little pussy needs?” he asked, rutting his hips against her so his cock length ran up and down through her pussy lips.  Y/N nodded frantically, shivering each time the head of his cock would catch against her clit or at her entrance.  “Is this what my pretty little bitch needs?  So desperate for my cock.  You gonna take all of me?”  She nodded again, more tears falling down the sides of her face.  “But you’re not gonna cum til I say so, are you, slut?”

Y/N shook her head.  “No, I won’t cum til you say so, Sergeant.  Please!”  She knew how desperate and insane she sounded, but couldn’t find it in herself to care.  It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago this would have been unfathomable to her.

Bucky hummed, then suddenly slammed himself all the way in with one hard thrust.  Y/N sobbed at finally being filled the way she wanted so perfectly like only he could.  He harshly blew out a puff of air, his eyes shut tight as he tried to keep himself composed.  “Jesus, baby.  Always so tight for me.”  Her pussy fluttered and he moaned.  “Don’t cum,” he grunted, his eyes opening and glaring at her in warning.

Y/N shook her head again.  “I won’t, I–mmh,” she moaned as he snapped his hips into her.  “I won’t,” she whined.  Bucky’s gaze raked over her, his flesh hand moving to grip and feel her thigh over his hip.  He rolled and thrust his hips into her at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her feel every inch of him moving in and out of her.  Y/N’s fingers were going numb from the tight grip of his metal hand around her wrists, and she whined again.  “Sergeant, can I please touch you?”  

Bucky looked like he was getting lost in the sensation of fucking her, and he absentmindedly nodded, his metal fingers releasing her wrists slowly.  She stretched and flexed her hands and fingers as she lowered her arms and reached up to cup the sides of his face.  Her nails scratched his beard and back into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he shivered at the feeling.  Her hands felt him down his back then tugged at the bottom of his shirt, which he quickly pulled off and flung it aside.  With his metal hand now free he used both hands to feel her up, the cool metal feeling soothing against her warm skin.  Her nails dug into his back as his thrusts got harder.  “I love it when you mark me up,” he groaned.  

Bucky’s metal hand moved back up towards her neck, and he gripped her throat while his flesh hand nestled at her pussy.  As his metal fingers slightly squeezed her throat his flesh fingers started flicking at her clit.  Y/N’s hips bucked under him, her legs starting to shake around his hips.  “Sergeant!  Please, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.  Please, can I cum?”  She was begging, something she never thought she would do.  “I’ve been so good for you, Sergeant, please?  Please please please please?”

His metal hand squeezed harder and she gasped, her eyes shutting tight.  His hand moved away and tapped her cheek hard, making her eyes snap back open in shock.  “You think you deserve to cum after teasing me?  After calling me a…what was it?  ‘A sick, little pussy puppy?’”  He was driving his hips into her impressively fast and hard, his flesh fingers never stopping on her clit.

Y/N whimpered.  “I’m sorry, Sergeant.”

Bucky smirked.  “I do love this pretty pussy,” he said, tapping her clit quickly with his fingers.  “So if that makes me a sick puppy, so be it.  But you will always be my pretty, little, desperate-for-my-cock-bitch, won’t you?”          

“Yeeesss,” she hissed when he roughly tapped her clit again.  “Yes, Sergeant.”

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky smiled.  His fingers started rubbing and flicking her clit fast, his thrusts getting more brutal by the second.  Her pussy fluttered around him dangerously and his metal hand went back to her throat, squeezing harder until her eyes rolled back.  “Cum, baby.  Cum on my cock, you desperate cumslut!”

Y/N finally let herself relax enough so that his fingers drove her over the edge and she came hard around him with a garbled scream, her entire body shaking as her vision went white.  She heard Bucky’s loud groan above her and then felt him pull out of her fast, his heavy breaths panting as he stroked himself to finish, then she felt his hot cum spurt onto her right thigh, then a little on her left thigh.  She whimpered, her body limp, nerves feeling shot with overstimulation and yet numb all at the same time.  She felt Bucky’s lips replace his metal hand, kissing the red marks his fingers had made.  

“Good girl…my good fucking girl,” he murmured, nis nose and lips nuzzling along her skin up to her mouth.  “Your thighs have never looked prettier.”

Y/N huffed a laugh, her eyes still closed as his metal hand pulled her by the chin to face upwards so he could kiss her deeply.  She hummed as he pulled away.  “Yes Sergeant.”

[rainbowsprinkledpirate]

Soldier Of My Past

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Summary: You meet up with Doctor Borisyuk again after a scary run-in with the Winter Soldier. He lets you in on a little secret, and you don't know how to handle it.

AN: Does anyone have any good Bucky x Readers to suggest? I'd appreciate it, and it would help me see how others write him(it's surprisingly hard to write how characters act even though I've watched them a million times).

Chapter V: Little Secret

The room they gave me wasn’t much.

The walls were painted a dull gray alongside a tiny bed, and footlocker to match. If I weren't careful, the lackluster room could drive me crazy. But it wasn't like they let me stay in here constantly, not with all the missions they had the Winter Soldier go on.

My eyes trail toward the wall, where a single clock resides. It reads two twenty-four.

Instead of resting as Doctor Borisyuk had suggested, I lay on the bed staring at the cracks in the ceiling. It's hard to sleep when you're plauged by nightmares and your mind is all over the place.

What did Doctor Borisyuk have to say to me?

Was it about the recent mission?

Or did he know I was gathering intel on HYDRA every time I woke up?

No, that couldn't be it. I didn't have a single thing against HYDRA physically. And even if I could get something against them, they would see it. These people keep an eye on me no matter where I go. I can't even piss in peace without someone watching over my shoulder.

But that's just how HYDRA ran. One single slip-up could lead to them losing a precious foothold. So they didn't take any risks.

Looking back at the clock, I sigh. There were still two hours left before I had to report back to Doctor Borisyuk. The only way to pass the time quickly would be to work out. Hopefully, no one is using the training room at this time.

Sliding off the scratchy blanket, I move to put on a worn tank top from the footlocker while deciding that the cargo pants I had on from the earlier mission were good enough.

Their workout room was only a few rooms down from my own. This often led to sweat and body odor lingering in the hallway after hours. And on occasion, the coppery tang of blood could be detected.

Thankfully, not many people used it today. If the faint smell of sweat mixing with the rubber mats was anything to go off of.

I make my way into the room. Only to pause when I catch a familiar glint of metal. The Winter Soldier slams a rather helpless HYDRA agent into the ground before stepping around him. Steps light as he shifts his weight to his other leg.

Monster.

The word whispers in my head as I stare at the soldier. He's like a panther stalking its prey, just waiting for a chance to strike.

But I notice the agent isn't moving, and blood is smeared across the mat around his head. I step forward, hoping to stop the soldier from killing the poor fool.

"Sir, I believe he's had enough."

Those cold blue eyes cut through me as he moves to keep the unconscious soldier and me in his sight. It takes everything in me not to flinch under his gaze.

I raise my hands, making sure not to make any sudden movements lest I set him off.

"Alright, that's enough for now." The new voice sends chills down my spine as I straighten up. A man I have only ever seen a few times in the company of Doctor Borisyuk steps past me to examine the Winter Soldier.

Even from here, I can see he hadn't broken a sweat. But I could see that the mask he wore like a muzzle was tightened on his face enough that his cheeks were squished up under his eyes. Ouch. If it had been anyone else, I would have pitied them. Yet the man standing before me was nothing but a vessel. A tool for HYDRA to use as they saw fit.

The Winter Soldier starts to move away from the man fists raising when he starts speaking again, "Longing."

The soldier stiffens, his cold blue eyes flicking toward me. For a moment, he seems to struggle with himself.

"Rusted, furnace, daybreak," The man steps closer to the soldier with every word.

For a second, I meet the soldier's eyes. Something in them manages to break through the icy surface. And I swear I hear the softest 'no' leave him. But the moment is over as the man steps in between us, forcing me to break eye contact. He utters a few more words before casting a cold look my way.

"Don't you have something else to do other than stare?" His words send me straight back out into the hall. Luckily, he wasn't someone of too high rank, or I'd worry about not saluting him before leaving.

I can't help standing in the hallway for a few seconds as I try to process what I just saw. The Winter Soldier mercilessly taking down his training partner(more like punching bag) only to plead for help moments later with his eyes.

Did he really just attack me and I'm actually unconscious right now?

Or am I really losing it?

"Soldat."

I must be losing it if I'm hearing Doctor Zola. From what I remember he was taken in by Steve and some other soldier. After that... well I never saw him again. I was honestly glad for that until Doctor Rot took me back in. But that was then. What was with the Winter Soldier just now?

Snap

"Soldier, hello?" Fingers snap in front of my face again and I flinch back. Familiar empty blue eyes bore into me as I stare blankly back at Doctor Borisyuk.

"Lost in thought?" A coy smile flickers across his face as he chuckles, "Didn't know you had those."

What was wrong with everyone today? They're all acting odder than normal.

"Anyway, I had to come find you since you didn't show up on time." A shiver makes its way down my back as I rasp out a quick apology.

Before Doctor Borisyuk can scold me for being late the door to the training room opens again. The man from earlier appears with the Winter Soldier close behind him.

The man stiffens at the sight of Doctor Borisyuk quickly saluting him before being waved off. The man swiftly strides off down the hall with the Winter Soldier following like a robot.

"That reminds me. I thought I'd let you in on a little secret, since you were the one to inform Doctor Rot all those years ago. The Winter Soldier is actually Sergeant Barnes. Amazing, right? That Doctor Zola was a genius creating the super soldier serum. It's the only thing that saved him that day."

No. That can't be true. It can't.

They knew. They had to have known to play such a cruel prank. I saw James fall from the train. I saw him die that day.

The air felt as if it had been sucked from my lungs as I struggled to take a breath in.

I wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come out. A high pitched squealing echoed in my ears as I openly gaped at Doctor Borisyuk.

Black spots started to dance in the corner of my eyes as I was still unable to take in a breath. Hands starting grabbing onto me as I stumble back, trying to get away. My chest tightens as more and more hands latch onto me. What a cruel little secret to keep from me all these years. Darkness engulfed my vision and for once I was grateful for the empty inky black.

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[broodybuck]

In Another Timeline... | Series Part 2

Series Summary: The soldier must switch with his variant in another timeline to study the weaknesses of Steve Rogers to ultimately defeat him. But the soldier is unprepared for the relationship his variant has built with Steve and must act unsuspiciously as a committed boyfriend.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, top Steve, bottom Bucky, multiverse, alternate timelines, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

[PART 1]

The morning feels slow and warm. The soldier is still trapped in Steve's arms. It's pleasant though, something the soldier isn't used to thinking.

Eventually, the blond man stirs and begins kissing the back of the soldier's neck. Humans kiss a lot in this timeline, the soldier muses. It must be quite an adjustment.

Steve turns the soldier onto his back and smiles down at him, then claims his lips in a lengthy kiss.

"Up for a run or wanna stay in bed longer?" Steve asks.

The soldier is not sure which is the correct answer. He decides to pick 'run' since the 'staying in bed' option feels too much like a trick.

They get up and the soldier follows the blond man into a walk-in closet where he begins to change into workout clothes. The soldier picks out clothes from the same space Steve does and this is his first mistake.

"Gonna wear my clothes today?" Steve says, with a look of surprise on his face.

The soldier realizes his mistake but he doesn't know how to tell which clothes are his variant's and which clothes are Steve's. So the soldier plays along.

"Yes, I would like to."

Steve smiles like he's happy with that answer. The soldier relaxes slightly and puts on the clothes.

They run many miles. The soldier keeps an exact pace with Steve and neither of them are out of breath when they return to the house. Steve makes breakfast and coffee then. The smell of it makes the soldier drool. Even during his training of feeding himself, he was served very bland foods and nothing as special as coffee.

It's almost like a lost memory slotting back into his brain. Coffee. He does remember it but he can't recall the last time he drank it. He spends a long time holding the warm mug in his hands, inhaling the steam, and taking his first sip very slowly.

Steve notices this train of events and unfortunately, deems it to be atypical for his variant.

"You okay, Buck?"

The soldier nods. "The coffee is good."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, then watches the soldier carefully.

The soldier is not sure how to act differently. If he is copying Steve which is his default in any situation then Steve is also sitting and drinking his coffee. So, the soldier has no context for any further adjustments.

"If you need your space today, that's okay," Steve says carefully as if they've had this conversation before. "Why don't you go journal after breakfast. I'll let you be."

The soldier nods and tries to smile as if he likes the idea. Hydra also taught him to respond more positively than negatively unless the subject is aggravated then stop and apologize.

"Okay," the soldier agrees.

After they eat and finish their coffee, Steve walks with him to the bedroom.

The soldier, selfishly, is thinking about last night when they enter the room. He vividly imagines everywhere Steve touched him, every sensation that ran through his body, and how damn good it all felt.

He would like to do those things again, if he's being honest. But he was never instructed to instigate any acts. So, he doubts he's allowed to ask.

He stops in the middle of the room and realizes once more he doesn't know where the journal Steve speaks of is located. He makes a mental note to catalog every object in the house when Steve is later occupied.

The soldier's hesitancy seems to add to Steve's concern and initial suggestion this morning. So he rushes to the small table on the other side of the bed and opens the drawer. He hands the soldier the journal with a pen and then squeezes both of his shoulders.

"I'll be right downstairs, okay?" Steve says. "If you need me."

The soldier nods and watches Steve walk out of the room and close the door behind him.

The journal, the soldier discovers, is a vast treasure of knowledge. His variant has documented various thoughts as well as a collection of excerpts about Steve. The soldier is elated to easily access such information.

The soldier first learns that Bucky (his variant) is dealing with heavy trauma from losing his arm and this journal is part of his recovery work. He documents various times when Steve has noticed Bucky acting withdrawn or distant. Apparently, Steve can always tell — his variant claims. That must be the reason Steve appeared concerned today. However, the soldier did not try to act this way.

The journal goes on to discuss Steve and their relationship quite frequently. It tells him, over various pages, how Steve is a sucker for Bucky's pouting. The soldier had heard the word before but he's not entirely familiar with it. He'll have to use the internet later and look it up.

The journal also describes how much Bucky enjoys Steve's many skills in the bedroom — so does the soldier, he thinks to himself. He reads on to learn that Steve 'falls apart' when getting blown. The soldier pauses trying to decipher what is being blown up, he'll have to look up if there are any slang definitions of the phrase 'getting blown' that don't involve grenades.

Either way, these are two obvious weaknesses that the soldier needs to file away for later. Once he figures out what it all means.

After a couple of hours, the soldier has read through every page of the journal. It's a huge advance of knowledge. He's now aware of some specific dates and events that his variant noted from his and Steve's relationship. That will be extremely helpful. Also, small things to note such as Bucky enjoys reading while Steve prefers drawing in their spare time.

The soldier has concluded that Steve and his variant have been in a committed relationship for six years now and label themselves as 'boyfriends'. He also learned they have a very active sex life, which the soldier could've guessed from last night, but the confirmation makes a small excitement return to his belly. He wants more of last night.

By mid-afternoon, Steve returns to tell the soldier lunch is ready. The soldier can tell that Steve is still wary of his behavior. This is not good. The soldier's not sure how Steve can sense he's acting off. But with his new arsenal of knowledge, he decides to use something from the journal that he knows is common for them.

"Let's have sex," the soldier states as soon as they're done eating.

Steve pauses and the soldier worries he has messed up the phrasing but then slowly, Steve's mouth stretches into a smile.

"Getting right to the point, are we?"

The soldier nods. "I want more."

Steve chuckles, which sounds positive, so the soldier presents a smile. This is working. And best of all, he may get more sex.

In the bedroom, they're starting very leisurely today. Steve's brushing his hands through the soldier's hair all the while telling him how good he is. The soldier wonders if Steve talks like this all the time or only when he's worried about the variant. Does he always comb his partner's hair back in soft caresses too? It's causing the soldier's head to tingle which is only adding to all the sensation his body is vibrating off of. Oh, because the soldier forgot to mention he's naked and on his stomach again. And Steve's opening him up with his fingers again but he's doing it much more slowly.

Steve turns the soldier onto his back, reinserts his fingers, and then grabs a hold of his cock with his other hand. He begins pumping his cock in time with his fingers and that's when the soldier knows he won't be able to hold off much longer. Somehow, Steve knows too because his movements grow faster and he leans over to say, "Let go, baby. Just let it all go."

The soldier complies with the command and feels his cock pulse against Steve's palm. He covers his chest and stomach in thick white lines. When he opens his eyes, he's embarrassed to admit that he's aroused by the sight. His own release on his skin, Steve's hand still wrapped around his messy, dripping cock.

Steve lets him go and leans over to kiss him. Then he sits back and says, "How about daddy gets a little attention too."

Steve points to his dick when he says it and the soldier's blood rushes at the instruction. He mentally revisits last night, every step, every lick Steve performed on him. He will repeat it.

He crawls over to Steve and lies on his stomach in front of his cock. He takes him in his hand and then places the head on his tongue. Steve growls when he does this. It makes the soldier's skin prickle with a fuzzy sensation that covers him all over.

He keeps going, precisely copying every move he remembers from last night. It seems to draw familiar sounds of pleasure so the soldier believes he's doing something right. Steve grips the back of his neck and surprisingly, the soldier doesn't falter. Steve's thumb starts rubbing circles under his hairline and then he speaks in a low, gravelly voice.

"So good to me, Buck. Ugh god, you're so good. Yeah, doll, just like that. Fuck."

The soldier's head spins from it. The words, the touch, the large cock in his mouth. It isn't bad either. Maybe because he's allowed to determine it all himself. The pace, the suction, the grip. He likes the freedom of the task.

It's not long before he feels the tell-tale sign of Steve's impending climax. He's not fully prepared for the hot substance that shoots into the back of his throat. He swallows because he remembers learning that spitting is considered disrespectful. The video was regarding manners at the dinner table but he hopes it applies here too.

When the rush of release stops and the soldier has swallowed it all, he's not sure if he should remove his mouth. So he lets Steve sit in there for a bit. Until he feels Steve's fingers carding through his hair again.

"Come on, doll. Lemme fuck you now."

The soldier withdraws Steve's cock from his mouth and lets Steve rearrange him on the bed. He's on his back this time and after Steve pushes inside him, he kisses him tenderly all the while he begins fucking him.

And it's all so... incredible, the soldier decides. This is the best thing he's ever been allowed to experience and for the first time, he dreads the idea of returning to his own timeline. Where he has to wear heavy, leather gear and carry seven to fifteen weapons on him at all times. Where he's only needed for missions and not allowed to bathe or feed himself. He's never given any pleasure at all, nothing even close to this.

He can't, for the life of him, imagine there is a timeline where his variant gets this all the time. Whenever he wants. But it must be true because he can't imagine Steve ever denying his boyfriend.

Steve Rogers is good — he's so, so good and giving. God, his cock is sized so nicely. It's a gift. That's what it is, a damn gift, the soldier thinks. He doesn't want to eliminate Steve Rogers in this timeline or any timeline. He just wants this. Forever. He wants this for the rest of his life.

[themculibrary]

Steve And Natasha (Romanogers) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

A Little Help (ao3) - ifwednesdaywasaflowerchild T, 5k

Summary: In a rare moment of vulnerability, Natasha Romanov can't save herself so Steve Rogers offers a little help....

At First Glance (ao3) - mocking_words T, 9k

Summary: Based on a prompt by marvelousdorito on Tumblr: Romanogers + 'our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am' AU?

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Workout Motivation » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: The new Avenger (the reader) is Bucky’s workout motivation.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys and scratches, unprotected sex, slight Sergeant kink, size kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names (doll, babydoll, doll face)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“Y/N, come here please.” Bucky says, putting the weights back on the rack.

You stopped doing your workout and went over to Bucky.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” You say.

“Lay down in front of me.” He says.

You eyes widened.

“You want me to what?” You asked.

“Lay down in front of me.” He repeated.

You did as you were told. You laid down in front of him, looking up at him. Bucky took his shirt off and getting into the push ups position.

“What is it I’m supposed to do besides lay here?” You asked.

“I need something pretty to look at while I do push ups.” He says with a smirk.

Bucky bent your knees and spread your legs apart so he could get in between them. He placed his hands on either side of your head on the floor and began doing push ups. You lost track after five cause that’s when your eyes started to wander all over his body. You were mesmerized by the way his dog tags dangled in your face. Every time his face would get close to yours, your breathing got heavy. You were practically begging for him to stop doing push ups and fuck you right there on the gym floor where anyone can walk in at any given moment.

“You want me, don’t ya, doll?” Bucky says.

“Wh-What?” You stuttered, blinking a couple times.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past couple minutes and your breathing is heavier than normal.” He says.

Bucky stopped doing push ups and leaned down, kissing your lips. You reached your hands up to his damp and sweaty hair, running his fingers through it and turning at it making him groan at the feeling.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says against your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You say.

Bucky sat back on his knees and took off your gym shorts and panties in one go. He pulled down his gym shorts and boxers just below his ass, revealing his hard cock with precum leaking from the tip. He rubbed his tip between your wet folds, smearing his precum and your wetness. He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, looking at your face and waiting for permission, which you gave him. Bucky slowly slid his cock inside of your wet pussy, inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. You jaw dropped when you felt him stretching you open. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. You swore that you could feel him in your stomach. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Bucky’s hands wandered your body, stopping at the band of your sports bra. He pulled it up, letting your breast fall out. He was mesmerized by them bouncing every time he thrusted into you. He leaned down, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickeys the swells of them, pinching your nipples with his metal fingers. You gasped and arched your back at the new sensation. Your hands traveled to his back, feeling every muscle every time he flexed when he thrusted.

“Faster! Harder!” You moaned.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his arms under your knees and began pounding into you. You dug your fingernails in his back making him hiss at the feeling. You bit down on his right shoulder to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

“Fuck, tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Bucky moans in your ear.

His thrusts somehow got faster and more brutal and you were all for it. His lower abdomen rubbed against your sensitive clit making moan loudly.

“You make the prettiest noises for me.” He says.

You continue to moan loudly, not caring if anyone heard you guys. Your walls fluttered around his cock making Bucky moan at the feeling. You felt your orgasm approaching faster than normal.

“I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, babydoll. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He whispers in your ear.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You came so hard that you ended up squirting on him. That made it easier for Bucky to thrust in and out of you. He wasn’t to far behind you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, doll face?” He asks panting.

“Yes please, Sergeant!” You moaned loudly.

Bucky moaned your name loudly as he came inside of you. You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing on top of you. You two looked into each other’s eyes, panting.

“That was…” You panted, not being able to find your words.

“Yea.” Bucky agrees.

Bucky pulled out of you. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned the two of you up. You guys got dressed again and stood up. You legs wobbled and you lost your balance. Bucky was quick to catch you.

“Thank you for being my motivation, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

“I’ll be your motivation anytime you want, Sergeant.” You say, pecking his lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[multiversefanfics]

Not again (Part 5 of Moving day)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Cussing, angst, then fluffy Summary: You moved into the compound, Bucky wasn’t excited at first but things turned around, and then he started to act distant and you are determined to get to the bottom of it. I’m also doing a time skip because I want to😂 Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

You and Bucky have been together for 2 years, and everything has been amazing, he's been amazing, he's been the perfect man in your opinion, but something seemed to have changed. Bucky started being distant and you couldn’t figure out what it was and every time you would ask him he would dismiss you or change the subject so eventually you stopped asking but he’s been hanging with Natasha a lot lately and of course, your mind wanders and fills with things that aren’t happening but the mind is a weird place. You were sitting at the dinner table eating a bowl of cereal because you didn’t feel like cooking breakfast mainly because Bucky went on an early workout out. You heard your front door open and shut “Good morning, Doll.” You looked up and saw Bucky walking towards you, he kissed the top of your head and walked into the kitchen to grab a water bottle “Good morning, baby how was your workout?” You looked over and saw him make a face “What? Oh, yeah it was good, Sam pulled a muscle and was whining like a baby.” He chuckled and sat down beside you, you nodded and continued eating your cereal “You okay?” You nodded again and stood up walking to the kitchen to put your bowl in the sink. “Yeah just a little tired, didn’t sleep too well last night.” You walked back over to Bucky and sat down looking over at him “Wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” You saw his face scrunch up and he checked his phone "I'm sorry, Doll, Sam, and I have some Avengers briefing, maybe later?" He kissed your forehead and headed out the door, you sighed and sat down on the couch and put a movie on. About an hour goes by and your phone starts ringing, you look down and it's Sam you quickly pick it up "Is Bucky okay?!" You waited for an answer "Um, I don't know isn't he with you?" You sat up on the couch "Uh no, he said you two had an Avengers briefing." The line was silent "Sam, where is Bucky?" You heard shuffling "Sam!" He finally responded, "Sorry I dropped my phone, I'm coming over." Before you could reply Sam hung up. 30 minutes went by and Sam walked through the door "Where is that son of a bitch" You looked over and raised an eyebrow "Why did you come in like that?" Sam stopped and looked over at you "Why are you not pissed, he lied to you." You shrugged and leaned into the couch "He's been distant with me and every time I brought it up he would change the subject, so if he's cheating on me I just don't care anymore. I was really hoping it wasn't that, I'm still hoping it isn't that even after we've been through, he's been amazing he proved that he's changed and that the winter soldier is fully gone." You took a deep breath "I stood by him through everything." Your eyes were blank and cold, you had just given up, Bucky didn't seem like the type to cheat "Y/N.." Sam stepped towards you looking deep into your eyes "Let's not jump to conclusions, maybe he's planning something special, your anniversary is coming up right?" You signed and nodded "Come on, let's go get some lunch and go for a walk." Then it hit you, Bucky told you that Sam pulled a muscle earlier, was he lying about that too? "Wait, Sam. Did you pull a muscle working out this morning?" Sam raised an eyebrow and shook his head "I didn't work out this morning." You nodded and decided to just ignore it.

You grabbed your purse, put your shoes on, and headed out the door. The two of you were walking down the street, talking about random things to keep your mind off of Bucky. You walked past this cute diner when something inside caught your eye, you looked over and saw Bucky and Natasha. You stopped in your tracks and stared into the window "Y/N, what is it?" He followed your eye-line into the diner "Natasha?" You whispered to yourself, instead of going inside and confronting them, you took a picture of them, they were on the same side of the booth looking at something close together. "I want to go home." You turned on your heels and started walking home, Sam caught up with you "It was only Nat, she can't stand him." You didn't bother looking over at him "You do remember how Bucky and I started, he couldn't stand me either." The rest of the walk was silent and for what seemed like forever you and Sam finally made it home "Honestly, Sam I think I want to be alone." He shook his head and followed you inside the apartment "No, I'm going to stay here until he gets home." You watched him sit on the couch and get comfortable, you rolled your eyes and sat down beside him "Maybe you're right, it's just Nat, she wouldn't do that to me right?" Sam shook his head no "Of course not, it's Natasha she loves you." You sighed and leaned into the corner of the couch, just then Bucky walked in the door "Doll, I'm ho- Oh hey Sam what are you doing here?" You stood up, walked over, and stood in front of him "A better question would be, why did you lie to me?" Bucky's face went pale and he looked between you and Sam "I can explain." You took out your phone and showed him the picture of him and Nat "Explain this!" He looked at your phone and then back at you "Y/N, please let me explain." You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest "I'm listening." He took a deep breath and handed your phone back to you "Natasha and I were undercover for a mission." You looked into his eyes and could tell he was lying but at the same time what if he wasn't? You scoffed and rolled your eyes "You are truly an amazing liar. I can't do this, Bucky. I never expected this from you and with one of my best friends that's just where I draw the line. I'm done." As you turned to walk away, he grabbed your arm "Y/N, please I'm telling the truth!" That's when Sam jumped in "Let. Her. Go." In all the years you've known Sam you've never seen him this angry before. Bucky did what Sam said and let go of your arm, you walked away to pack an overnight bag. You couldn't stand to look at him any longer which hurt because that was one of your favorite things to do. You fixed the bag on your shoulder and walked down the stairs and out the door where Sam was waiting for you by his car "Mind if I stay with you tonight?" Sam nodded and opened the door for you. You and Sam drove to his house and spent the rest of the night talking and eating snacks trying your best to get your mind off of Bucky.

A/N: Okay So I wasn't planning on ending it on this note, but honestly I have so much planned for the ending of this series and I know it would've been long if I added it to this so please be patient with me I promise to make it up to you! :)

Tags: @megamindsecretlair @kandis-mom

Main Masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[pandagirl45]

Kids ask Bucky why he has a Prosthetic arm and let him share his past stories.

This got me thinking especially for future fics too.

The arm was something the four of them spoke about with admiration and curiosity. Admiration on Uliss "Ultron" and Kurt. Curiousity from Moder. A mix of both from Skar. The young children followed the now known White Wolf of The Avengers, the Ghost Story, The Winter Soldier. Even though those last two nicknames are lost on them. Some of the adults spoke with amusement, others with soft reminders that usually was Aunt Natasha and Kurt's pop Steve. Other times it was spoke with so much weight, the kids scurry away when Uliss parents spoke softly on it.

Other times the kids watch Bucky Barnes workout. Spar. Train the newer heroes. Chase Hawkeye around the manor or tower about something. They watched with a task for later to figure out how Clint was able to scale up into vents.

The kids mission was to figure what those nicknames means and especially about his arm.

"He is your dad."

"Kurt, I don't know how to bring it up."

"We can just ask."

"Moder, that... well, what if he says don't worry about it."

"My dads says that a lot to me." Skar sat with a bowl of curry chewing happily.

Moder huffed writing a spell she found in the scantum library, "Uliss, you can ask."

"Maybe, I am nervous."

Kurt poofed back with his own snack chewing idly on an orange slice, "She is right Uliss."

The kids sat in a small group trying to figure out how to ask. This conversation happened frequent enough that they walked in to where they knew he would be, only to stare and scream, "YOUR ARM IS GONE!"

Bucky stared at the four kids freaking out pointing at the missing limb. Earlier, years earlier he would run to hide quickly. The ease over the years made dealing with his missing appendage turned metallic easier. Even seeing their reactions was a little amusing. Over Skar frantic screaming. Moder's eyes glowing asking what happened. Kurt shook Uliss panicking. Uliss eyes stuck on the missing part. A part his son was so used to seeing.

"So... I guess you are all curious?"

That got them all to calm down with quick nods, Uliss going to reach for the cap over his shoulder part, Uliss fingers curling up, "It is fine Uliss," He lifted his son up to touch the cap. The red-eyed child touched it, a nervous gulp from him.

"Dad... what happened to your arm? We thought you always had a metal arm... but you can remove it... Why does Pop call you the Winter and Ghost Story.... but he sounds sad sometimes?"

Bucky helped the kids get snacks, talking about his time growing up with his real arm. How he got the Ghost Story nickname first. How that changed to his more infamous nickname. One he was happy that gets relegated back on the nickname list. He doesn't mind winter.

"Mean people, very dangerous and mean people, gave me an arm that hurt a lot. So much so, I think I forced the pain away." Bucky rubbed at his shoulder, the dull aches were always present if he thinks about it too long. He can feel the rigid scars along his back and around his shoulder and chest, "They made me do things, I will never be able to change or fix. Make better."

Moder's eyes flickered with unread emotions. Skar frowned brows furrowing on his young face; he raised his hand. Kurt toying with his tail. Uliss frowned, eyes dulling as he thought about the words. "But, why...? You didn't do it?"

"Would you want to change it?" Uliss asked.

Bucky thought about both questions, and looked at the kids in the eyes, "No, I wouldn't change what happened. I can't but I wouldn't. I wouldn't have Uliss. I wouldn't be your pop," Bucky smiled faintly at Uliss. "It is something I have to learn everyday that it wasn't my fault, even though it feels like it." He rubbed at his left side of his body, mind supplying with memories, "Just know, I don't mind telling you things." Bucky smiled, seeing Tony leaning against the door. The kids' voices start to climb about new nicknames. Uliss hugged him as he agreed with all of them. The Hero of Metal. The Real Iron Man.

Bucky smiled over Uliss's head, Tony walking in, "Alright, kiddos of anarchy, head out. I think Carol is back from space." They both watched the gaggle of children rush out. Words of excitement. Uliss stopping at the door, making a circle on his chest before running out.

"The Real Iron Man?" Tony grinned.

Bucky shrugged but smiled, "I like it."

(I was going to get crazy with it. I think it would be something like this. A bit more flesh out when I get around here, eventually. Hopefully :') )

[supercap2319]

Bucky Barnes falling in love with Tony Stark’s son

Bucky wasn't sure when his crush on Tony's son developed. It seemed to come out of nowhere as he couldn't take his eyes off the young Stark. Even though his father didn't want him to be apart of the Avengers, Y/N still workout with them, and Bucky had to resist the urge to rip off all his gym clothes and suck him off in the showers before fucking him.

When he told Steve, the Supersoldier just laughed. Saying that Bucky had it bad, and he did. He encouraged Bucky to ask him out, but he was afraid to do it. Luckily, Y/N did it for him as he invited Bucky to his weekly trip to the movies and ask if wanted to accompany him. The Winter Soldier followed the young Stark to the movies as they saw a horror picture and Bucky nearly jumped out of his chair as Y/N grabbed his metal hand during a jump scare.

After the movie, Y/N confessed that he did this to spend time with Bucky as he had a crush on him. He wasn't sure if Bucky felt the same way, but when the Soldier kissed him, Y/N knew the feelings were mutual.