ROCK-A-BYE BABY
college professor!bucky barnes x single mom!reader [4k]
— ⟢ SUMMARY: when you have no choice but to bring your baby to lectures, mr. barnes reluctantly allows it. what follows is a semester of confused students, increasingly suspicious acts of kindness, one very attached baby, and a strict professor who becomes far too invested for anyone’s peace of mind.
— ⟢ WARNINGS: MDNI (this story doesn’t contain smut but my blog is 18+); grumpy!bucky; whipped!bucky; it’s implied that they start dating once reader is not his student anymore; fluff; the baby has a name.
A/N: well well well... what a cute way to launch the requests for my 1.5k followers celebration 🥹 (already 40 followers away from 2k, this is insane thank you so much 🫂). this one is especially dear to me because it comes from a real-life friend of mine and is actually inspired by a true story (minus the love story part lol). one of their classmates has a baby and would occasionally bring her along to lectures, and knowing that I often take inspiration from real life, my friend suggested it could make for a cute bucky fic 😭
you may also notice that the layout for requests (and shorter stories in general) is a little different. partly because I’m running out of pictures for moodboards 🥲 but also because I want to differentiate them from my longer stories since I’m trying to improve my summarizing skills 😭
I really hope you’ll enjoy my shorter one-shots as well!
Universities function on rumor as much as fact, and Professor Barnes has acquired a reputation long before many of his students ever stepped into one of his lectures. He is demanding, precise, uninterested in excuses. Assignments submitted late are graded late, if they are graded at all, but questions are always answered thoroughly—provided they aren’t an attempt to compensate for poor preparation.
By the middle of September, punctuality has become an unspoken rule in his class. Late arrivals are met without comment, only a brief pause and a solemn look that lingers just enough to make the entire room shiver.
It’s therefore difficult to imagine a classroom less suited to your situation.
Your son fell asleep in the car. That, in itself, is quite unfortunate. Had he remained awake, you would have sat outside with him a little longer, gathered your thoughts, and considered whether attending at all was worth the anxiety currently twisting your stomach. Instead, Milo sleeps peacefully against your shoulder while you are forced to stand in the corridor outside the lecture hall, alone, staring at the door while trying not to think about the fact that you are carrying a diaper bag covered in cute cartoonish lions, and moments away from walking into a room filled with people who would undoubtedly have opinions about you and your son.
Everyone’s eyes fall on you when the door opens subtly beneath your careful hand. As much as you try to be silent, it would have been impossible not to notice you.
Curiosity is far more common than judgement, though. Students glance up from laptops and conversations, register the baby, and immediately start wondering whether Professor Barnes had already been informed.
The answer becomes obvious a few minutes later.
He stops just on the threshold, assessing gaze moving across the room only to land on you almost immediately. His blue eyes remain there long enough that several students abandon any pretense of looking busy with their notes.
You rise before he can speak.
“I’m so sorry.” Your voice carries farther than you intend in the suddenly silent room. “My babysitter quit yesterday and I couldn’t find anyone else.”
You swallow as Professor Barnes listens in complete silence and that only makes the exchange incredibly uncomfortable. He doesn’t interrupt, nor does he try to reassure you. Instead, he simply stands with both hands by his sides, his expression giving away so little that half the room starts bracing for the worst on your behalf.
Perhaps he expects more explanation. Perhaps you feel compelled to provide it.
“I didn’t want to miss another lecture.” The admission seems to embarrass you as your voice wavers at the edges.
The baby shifts slightly against your shoulder at that exact moment and you adjust him instinctively.
“If it’s a problem, I’ll leave.”
Professor Barnes glances toward the child with plain reluctance, then back toward you.
“How long?”
You blink. “Pardon.”
“How long is this arrangement supposed to last?”
The question seems reasonable enough. Unfortunately, even reasonable questions occasionally require uncomfortable answers.
Your eyes fall on the floor, almost in shame.
“I don’t know.” Honesty escapes you before you can soften it. “I’ve called a few places, but most of them have waiting lists.”
Nobody in the room appears particularly eager to be in your position. And Mr. Barnes seems to find this information exactly as inconvenient as everyone expected him to.
The slight tightening of his jaw suggests a man being presented with circumstances he neither likes nor approves of, yet can’t argue against. For a few moments he says nothing at all. Then, he finally exhales quietly.
“Sit down.”
You stare at him in disbelief.
“What?”
“You can stay, but take the baby outside if he starts fussing.”
Your lips part in relief so quickly that it’s almost pitiful to witness.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Barnes.”
The Professor gives no indication that gratitude interests him and simply glances at the digital clock above his desk.
“Class started thirty seconds ago.”
The soft murmur reprises normally as everyone frantically starts reaching for their notes.
The matter, as far as he seems concerned, is closed.
At first your presence in the lecture hall attracts attention. People look up when you arrive, track your progress toward your usual seat near the front and observe with a curiosity they rarely bother hiding. A baby simply isn’t something anybody anticipates finding in Professor Barnes lectures, and for the first couple of weeks there is the persistent conviction that things will soon return to whatever passed for normal.
Instead, Milo keeps showing up, and the lecture hall adapts accordingly.
Your classmates learn to move their bags when they see you approaching with your arms already full; somebody always seems to have a spare pen when yours disappears into the seemingly endless depth of the diaper bag, and more than one person has kindly shared their lecture notes after discovering that trying to write while simultaneously preventing an increasingly fast infant from eating paper is a task bordering on impossible.
Milo, meanwhile, thrives under the attention.
He likes brightly colored pens and will become completely absorbed by them, tracking their movement with remarkable concentration as soon as the familiar click reaches his small ears. He inevitably falls asleep about twenty minutes into every lecture, regardless of how noisy the room happens to be. Your classmates also learn that laughter produces immediate excitement, his legs kicking enthusiastically while he looks around with shiny eyes in search of whatever seems to be making everybody so happy.
Most notably, however, they learn that Milo has developed a favorite.
The first sign is the smiles. At seven months old, he smiles frequently enough that nobody considers it unusual. Babies smile at strangers, at ceiling lights, at absolutely nothing at all… but soon the pattern becomes difficult to ignore.
Every morning without fail Milo’s attentions drifts towards the door shortly before Professor Barnes arrives. Sometimes he is playing with his favorite plushie—a small, soft bunny your best friend gifted him when he was born. Sometimes he’s busy trying to pull your notebook from your hands. Or maybe he is halfway through a bottle.
None of that matters, though. The moment Mr. Barnes appears, Milo’s face lights up in recognition.
Every. Damn. Time.
“Oh no.” You mutter one morning as your son nearly twists himself out of your arms trying to watch Mr. Barnes across the room. “We’re not doing this.”
Milo responds by grinning even harder.
“You don’t even know him!”
False. At this point Milo sees Professor Barnes with more consistency than he sees his own grandparents.
The problem is that his interest doesn’t stop at smiling. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the focus of that fascination appears to be Mr. Barnes’ vibranium arm.
At first the fixation seems harmless: Milo watches it move whenever the professor gestures, his big eyes following it in awe even as he writes across the whiteboard. If he passes nearby, your son instantly tracks the motion with the unwavering concentration of somebody witnessing a miracle unfold in real time.
“Oh my God.” You whisper exasperated one afternoon after catching him staring openly for nearly ten minutes. “Stop looking at it like that, baby.”
Milo ignores you, of course, and Professor Barnes remains apparently oblivious.
Or perhaps chooses not to acknowledge it.
Weeks pass and the fascination only intensifies.
By the middle of October, Milos has started leaning toward Mr. Barnes whenever he walks past your row. By the beginning of November, he is actively attempting to reach for him whenever the opportunity presents itself.
The inevitable finally happens on a rainy Thursday afternoon.
The lecture has been underway for nearly half an hour, most people having settled into the uncomfortable rhythm of not taking an occasional distraction. Professor Barnes is moving through a complicated explanation the occupies nearly the entire whiteboard, his handwriting spreading neatly from one side to the other while students hurry to keep pace.
You are trying to copy a diagram one-handed while your son, who has apparently decided sleep is no longer part of his afternoon plans, occupies your lap and often attempts to interfere with your efforts. The moment Mr. Barnes approaches the front row, his behavior changes completely.
His eyes immediately find the vibranium hand and a few nearby students notice immediately. Milo leans forward and you adjust your grip automatically. He only leans farther. Only then do you glance up from your notebook and realize mortified what has captured his attention.
The embarrassment makes your neck burn.
“Oh, baby.”
Several students look away in a futile attempt to hide their grin.
“Don’t do that.” You feel like crying, but Milo doesn’t care at all. His entire focus remains on the arm.
Professor Barnes, noticing the unusual silence that has settled across the room, finally looks over.
His gaze follows the direction of Milo’s, landing directly on his left arm.
You really hope the floor could open beneath your chair.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes.” The apology emerges instant and desperate.
“He’s… a very curious baby.” You try to go for a smile but you are pretty sure it resembles a grimace.
Professor Barnes says nothing.
Milo, encouraged by the fact that his target is finally acknowledging him, stretches both chubby hands forward.
The gesture is so earnest, so hopeful, that a few people can’t fight back their gasps.
You look horrified.
“Milo.” You choke out, eyes wide and scared.
For a brief moment, Professor Barnes simply stares down at him. Until your son smiles: a proper curve of his lips that lights up his entire face. The kind that makes complete strangers smile back without meaning to.
The whole class holds their breath collectively, because Mr. Barnes nonchalantly extends his hand, allowing Milo to grab his fingers at once.
The victory is apparently everything he has hoped for as his delighted squeals echo through the big hall.
You drag your unoccupied hand down your face. “Jesus Christ.”
The man glances at you. “He’s fine.”
The statement should not, under any reasonable circumstances, make the situation more embarrassing, but somehow it does.
Milo continues holding onto the offered finger with obvious satisfaction, until the Professor turns back to the whiteboard.
“As I was saying…” He clears his throat lightly, gesturing at the diagrams.
The lecture resumes, Professor Barnes continues teaching as though a toddler hasn’t just left traces of his own saliva across his hand… and Milo keeps clutching his fingers whenever he wanders close enough.
You spend the next forty minutes with mortification written all over your face.
By the time class ends, not a single person can confidently explain what the lecture has actually been about.
Everybody has become used to a version of Milo that rarely causes any trouble. He babbles, certainly, and occasionally attempts to steal stationary. Once he managed to grab an entire page of Parker’s notes and crumple it beyond recognition before anyone could stop him.
Actual tears, however, are rare enough that the sound draws every eye toward the front row.
You want to disappear.
Your eyes widen so fast that it’s obvious you have been dreading this exact moment since the first day you brought him to class.
“No no no, please wait just a second.” You mutter, frantically gathering your things with one hand.
Milo only cries harder.
The notebook on your desk snaps shut, one hand reaching for the diaper bag while the other tries to soothe a baby who has apparently decided that nothing short of complete misery would properly express his feelings.
“I’m really sorry,” you fret, rising from your seat. “I’ll take him outside.”
Professor Banres sets down the marker calmly. In a room currently distracted by a crying infant and an increasingly distressed mother, the movement attracts considerably more attention.
“Where are you going?” You freeze at the sound of his baritone.
“Outside.”
“Why?”
The question catches you completely off guard.
“Because he’s… disrupting the lesson?” You reply unsure.
Mr. Barnes glances at Milo’s crumpled features and fat tears wetting his cheeks, then looks back at you, before sighing and simply holding out his arms.
“Give him here.”
You stare at him with your jaw slack.
“What?” You squeak out.
“Give him here. He0s clearly tired of sitting for hours.”
The rest of the class watches the scene unfold with their jaw on the ground.
“And you need to take notes.” You are still staring at him as if he just started speaking another language.
Mr. Barnes lifts an eyebrow. “Unless you’ve decided you don’t need them to pass my exam.”
Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, before carefully transferring Milo into his arms.
The crying doesn’t stop immediately. It does, however, begin losing conviction. Mr. Barnes adjusts his grip with surprising familiarity, settling Milo against his right side before turning back toward the whiteboard.
“The problem with this interpretation is that it assumes the conclusion before the evidence has actually established it.”
The marker moves steadily across the board, and Milo hiccups.
A few minutes later, your son has reduced his complaints to occasional sniffles, until he falls completely silent, his head tucked adorably against Mr. Barnes’ shoulder while the man discusses course material with the same seriousness he brings to every lecture.
Nobody recovers, because the sight of mean, cold Professor Barnes pacing slowly across the front of the lecture hall with a sleeping baby resting against his shoulder is significantly less unsettling than how natural he makes it look.
Once the semester has reached its final stretch, the idea that Professor Barnes merely tolerates Milo has stopped making sense to anyone who was lucky enough to see the three of you interact.
It’s no longer unusual to hear him use the baby’s name as part of the natural rhythm of his speech.
“Milo,” he would say without looking up from the board when they baby starts to wriggle too close to the edge of your lap.
The sound alone is enough to calm him, which in itself has become one of those things students notice but don’t quite understand how to talk about.
Several colorful objects start appearing around his usually dull desk without comments. A teething ring in a muted blue is kept inside the top drawer, pulled out automatically whenever Milo grows restless. A small cloth elephant with one year slightly bent usually rests near the stack of graded papers, which your son will immediately reach for the moment he’s close enough to see it. And then a soft book with stiff pages and bright illustrations that make a faint crinkling sound when handled with curiosity by his chubby hands.
Sometimes he knows what’s happening tomorrow before you do.
The lecture has ended five minutes ago, but you are still at the front desk with your latest assignments. Milo keeps squirming in your arms, not settling no matter how you shift them. Your eyes squint at this corrected paper, not really understanding what your professor did to reach the right result.
Mr. Barnes stands beside you, one hand on the desk while skimming the paper without any urgency. The room is mostly empty now, just the three of you and the faint sound of chairs being dragged somewhere down the hall.
You point at the problem at the problem set. “I kept ending up with two different answers here depending on how I handled this step, but I don’t understand where I went wrong.”
He gently leans forward and places his index finger on the sign he circled.
“Here.” He taps the bracket. “You’re only applying the minus to the first term. It has to go across everything inside.”
You exhale through your nose, half frustration, half acceptance.
“Right. Okay.”
He doesn’t comment and just slides the papers back toward you.
Milo twists again in your arms, letting out a small irritated sound, and your hands smooth his back without looking away from the paper.
Mr. Barnes glances down at him. “He’s uncomfortable.”
“Yeah,” you sigh, still focused on the problem set. “He’s been like this for days.”
“He’s teething.” The Professor states calmly.
You finally look up at that, eyebrows lifting slightly. “How are you so sure, Mr. Barnes?”
He looks at Milo for a second longer this time, then back at the assignments as if the answer isn’t complicated enough to deserve emphasis.
“He’s always chewing his hand and drooling a lot more than usual because his gums are probably swollen.”
You shift Milo higher against your shoulder, watching him stare at your professor as he settles briefly. “That’s… annoyingly observant.”
That earns you the faintest look from him, like he isn’t sure if you are complaining or just acknowledging a fact.
“Cold cloths help.” He adds eventually. “Not ice, just cool water. Wring them out properly.”
You go still, throwing him a curious glance that he ignores.
“You’ve dealt with this a lot.” You mention off-handedly.
“No,” he speaks after a beat. “Just paid attention when it happened to my younger sister.”
The chair beside his desk appears the following week without announcement, and nobody would have thought much of it if it hadn’t immediately become the place you end up during breaks, sitting with Milo while trying to breathe for a moment between lectures.
The first time you look at it uncertainly, hovering for a second too long before Mr. Barnes simply looks up from his papers and repeats, without hesitation, “Sit.”
He doesn’t speak much while you are there, but doesn’t He doesn’t speak much while you are there, but he doesn’t shut you out either. When you say something, he answers without looking up right away, usually just a few words before going back to what he is doing.
Sometimes you speak more loosely, just thinking out loud about how tired you are or how your day has gone, and he’d respond with a short comment or a quiet hum of acknowledgement. A bottle of water would be set within reach without comment, a granola bar placed beside your notebook as if it had been part of the desk arrangement from the beginning. When Milo squirms too much or reaches toward him from your lap, Mr. Barnes would take him without waiting for you to offer.
If he calms down, he would keep him there. If he starts fussing again, Mr. Barnes would walk a few slow steps around the desk area, still listening to your voice.
Most of the building has already emptied out, the usual echo of footsteps and distant conversations fading into a soft murmur. A new academic year has begun a few weeks earlier, bringing new classes, new students, and different routines to adapt to.
Kate is only passing through on her way back to the library after a quick coffee break when she notices that Professor Barnes’ office door isn’t fully closed, which in itself isn’t unusual during the day, but feels slightly different now, at this hour, when most doors have already been shut and locked into the night.
It stands ajar just enough to let the light spill out into the corridor in a thin line, and something about it makes her slow down without quite knowing why.
You are on the couch near the window, turned toward the coffee table, a stack of notes spread across your lap and the space beside you like you have tried to organize them into something manageable and then given up halfway. Your pen moves every so often, pausing in your fingers while your gaze drifts across the same line over and over again.
Milo is asleep against Professor Barnes’ chest, finally surrendered to exhaustion. One small hand is curled into the fabric of his white shirt as though even unconscious he has to make sure he’s still there.
Mr. Barnes is sitting beside you on the couch rather than at his desk, leaned back enough to give himself space while still holding your son securely, his other hand busy grading a stack of papers balanced across his knee.
Every so often his fingers adjust slightly against Milo’s back without looking down—small, automatic corrections that come too naturally, like his body has memorized the child’s weight by now.
Kate should have left then. Finding the three of you together isn’t particularly surprising. She has spent most of the previous semester sitting beside you, and after a while it became impossible to not notice things.
Mr. Barnes knew which songs made Milo stop crying, which foods he would immediately throw on the floor, and exactly how long he could sit through a lecture before getting bored. More impressively, he knew when you hadn’t slept. Kate had seen him arrive more than once, take a single look at you, and set a coffee beside your notebook before he’d even taken attendance.
She is ready to walk away, but Milo shifts.
A small movement, a restless ripple through sleep, followed by a soft whine tinged with the faintest edge of discomfort. His face tightens, brows drawing together, and his grip on Mr. Barnes’ shirt instinctively changes, fingers curling a little more firmly as if searching for something safe.
The Professor moves at once.
“Hey buddy,” he says quietly, voice dropping to a mere whisper. “It’s alright.”
He brings Milo closer against his chest, his other palm settling between the baby’s shoulders in a slow, steady rhythm. The papers on his knee remain untouched, his pen resting loosely between his fingers as he focuses entirely on the small toddler in his arms.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs again, almost absently. “You’re fine. I’ve got you.”
The tension leaves his body in gradual stages until there is nothing left, except the faintest lingering sound of his steady breathing. He doesn’t immediately go back to his task, instead gently leaning down to press a brief kiss to the top of Milo’s head.
That should have definitely been her cue to leave.
But Mr. Barnes stays like that for a moment longer, eyes on Milo as if confirming it has actually worked, then leans back into the couch.
“You are staring.” He mentions, but there is no edge to it.
You roll your eyes but it doesn’t land properly because there is still a soft smile on your lips. “You’re imagining things again.”
Mr. Barnes tilts his head just enough to look at you properly.
“Yeah?” He murmurs with a little amused smirk.
Milo decides to make a small sound in his sleep again, and Professor Barnes promptly glances at him, before looking back up.
At that point, his arm comes around your waist as he moves closer, pulling you in until your head lands on his free shoulder. His thumb brushes your belly once.
“You’re tired.” He mumbles.
“I’m fine.” Your answer is automatic, too quick.
That gets you a small, disappointed exhale from him.
“Hey.” He whispers, his fingers squeezing your hip once, causing you to slowly look up. Mr. Barnes just nudges his nose lightly against yours—an absent, almost teasing gesture that brings a hint of a smile on your pretty features.
Before you can open your mouth, though, he is already leaning closer, his forehead brushing against yours.
Your breath hitches at that, yet your hand still rises, cupping his jaw as your thumb lightly strokes the stubble on his cheek.
“What?” You whisper, softer now.
His eyes watch yours for a moment—shiny with exhaustion yet still so beautiful—then they flick down to your mouth, the lipstick from this morning now completely gone.
“C’mere, sweetheart.”
The kiss is very different from the one you shared last night in your bed—a simple, warm press of lips that gradually deepens as the grip on your waist tightens in response to your cute, soft breaths. Your fingers curve more firmly against his face, holding him there as his mouth languidly move against yours.
The moment you slightly pull back, Mr. Barnes follows your lips once more, your faint giggle muffled against his mouth as he kisses you again, firmly.
His forehead rests on yours when he finally relents, his thumb gently stroking the sliver of skin that peaked out as the hem of your shirt shifted with you.
Your hands eventually wrap around his forearm, squeezing the muscle slightly before relaxing again. It’s only then that Mr. Barnes lets out a little relieved sigh as your head falls back on his shoulder and you finally allow your eyes to flutter shut.
Kate purses her lips in a poor attempt to hide her smile, and finally keeps walking.
— ⟢ END NOTES: I guess if I get better at this I might open requests for some of my stories! thank you so much for reading 🤍
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Welcome! I figured it was finally time to create a masterlist as I continue writing. (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ I’ll keep it updated after each new post. Please feel free to send any writing requests! I stick to xreader content and would love to write about the following characters: Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Yelena, and Bob, from pretty much any MCU era. However, I’m also open to considering other characters if inspiration strikes! ◟(◔ั₀◔ั )◞ ༘♡
Summary: The Avengers are sent in to rescue a group of omegas from the hands of Hydra. There Bucky finds you, an enhanced omega. Can you ever be fully rescued from what Hydra has done to you?
Thank you for stopping by the library of my mind! I hope that you find something that you enjoy and hang around for awhile. Feel free to stop in and chat, I don't bite unless you ask nicely. Find more goodies below the cut lovelies. More to come as I sift through all my old treasures.
Summary: Y/N works really hard as a secretary for the Avengers. A little too hard. When Bucky finds out why, he enlists some help from Shuri to help relieve some of Y/N’s stress.
I had to make a new post for the extras for the MLL series.
My little love series
Mile high club ~ Valentine's Day ~ Mother of my children ~ Bucky and Lottie went to the store ~ All the single ladies ~ Sugar and Lottie went shopping ~ Lottie helps Steve train ~ Lottie wants a husband ~ Big sister/cousin Lottie ~ Dance recital ~ Bucky and Sugar as parents ~ Henry to the rescue ~ Parents/Avengers ~ How it started ~ tee ball ~ Morning routine ~ Happy Mother's Day ~ Lottie at school ~ Older Henry and Sugar dancing ~ Steve and Sugar are besties ~ Lottie's fashion ~ Happy Father's Day ~ Morning routine pt 2 ~ Protective Lottie ~ Egg cracking prank ~ Toddler talk ~ Big Sister ~ Sharing is caring ~ C U Next Time ~ Another day at the Barnes home ~ Glitter Bomb ~ 🦃 Thanksgiving 🦃 ~ Lottie's got jokes ~ Kick some asks ~ Lottie's fit check ~ Henry questions your life choices ~ Lottie plans to move out one day ~ Missile Toads ~ 🎄Christmas🎄 ~ What Lottie wanted ~ Show and tell/science fair ~ Don't look at me like that ~ Big sister cuddles ~ Those eyes ~ Valentine's Day ~ Hack job ~ Potty mouth ~ Obstacle course ~ Picture Day ~ Big brother pt 2 ~ Happy Birthday Bucky ~ Big brother Henry and peanut ~ Evil Charlotte ~ Story time with Bucky ~ Lunch Thief ~ Questions ~ Baby announcement ~ Mama's name ~ Wrapped around her finger ~ Henry's first crush ~ Sugar ~ FaceTime ~ But daddy I love him ~ Hugs all around ~ Midnight Snack- Cookies for who? ~ Girl’s weekend ~ Woki Poki ~ Mini Avenger ~ the truth comes out ~ the leg thing ~ Kisses ~ The cutest Penguin ~ iconic trio ~ At the park ~ He’s Alright ~ Lottie somersaults ~ Hot wheels ~ Spill the tea ~ Invisible ~ School Pickup ~ School Pickup pt 2 ~ Captain Good Boy ~ Boys have Cooties ~ SpiderPrincess~ Getting Blocked ~ Sugar’s emergency contact
Welcome to my Bucky corner :)
Here you find all of my fan fictions about our favorite blue-eyed Sergeant. The list will get updated every time I post something new.
All interactions are highly appreciated!
SMUT ❤️🔥 / FLUFF 💌 / ANGST ⚡️
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In your skin ⚡️💌 :
After a mission the two of you have to share a room & at first Bucky gets really mad about it but ... he means well.
Cooldown 💌 :
You are having a migraine and Bucky is happy his bionic arm can do something good.
Raw and Deep ❤️🔥 :
Bucky comes home from a mission and missed you a lot..
Clueless at 3 a.m. 💌 :
The Internet has been a weird place for Bucky and his friends having a blast making fun of him.
One phone-call away (technically) 💌 :
Bucky gets a call from his scared girlfriend
I will always rescue you ⚡️💌 :
While being in a fight, Bucky looses sight of his girl. When he finds her being hurt he won't hold back to save her.
Summer Love 💌 :
You and Bucky got invited to stay for a weekend with Sam and his family. When the two of you get some alone time on the boat, the summer heat brings out some confessions and butterflies.
This doesn’t define you ⚡️:
The cryo sleep left Buckys body damaged and sometimes he feels like freezing all of the sudden. When his girlfriend find him in the shower, trying to warm up again, he can't keep this a secret anymore.
Equally stubborn ⚡️💌 :
You and Bucky had a fight. And after a successful mission you two get some time to work this shit out.
Cut the past away⚡️:
This takes place after Endgame and before FATWS. Bucky struggles with self worth and with memories that haunting his thoughts. When he almost kills someone because the girl he loves gets hurt, he knows something has to change.
Flirty Soldier 💌 :
You are a dancer at the Captain America Tour. Bucky admires you from afar until one night the finally invites you to a date.
Being close to you⚡️💌 :
Bucky gets back from his first mission after he joined the Avengers. He struggles to let go of his past and he struggles to be touched. But the only thing he really wants, is to be close to you.
Your laughter is my favorite sound 💌 :
Bucky got accepted into the army. Now he has to train to become a soldier. When the daughter of his General stumbles into the camp, he can't really think about something else.
Come home to me 💌 :
You fell asleep on the couch and Bucky comes home to shower you with his love.
Not your personal assistant 💌 :
Having a secret relationship with Bucky, but not all secrets meant to last.
Happy To Help 💌
You join the Avengers and have been invited to live with them. Your neighbor Bucky makes it easy to get used to the new home ... and makes your heart beat a little faster than it should.
Forgiveness Denied ⚡️
Right after the funeral, Bucky disappears without a word. You set everything to find him, clueless why he left.
a promise from the past ⚡️
He saw you sacrificing yourself to safe his life. Now Bucky has to live with the guilt of loosing you - the love of his life. He is convinced that without you, life is not worth living anymore.
falling for you was the easy part ⚡️
Bucky has to watch you get tortured. He blames himself for the pain you’ve been through, but you won’t let him punish himself for it.
dog tags 💌
Bucky comes back from a long day at work and find you welcoming him home. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.
are you flirting or starting a fight? 💌
You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.
don’t ever hide your pain from me ⚡️
You got injured during a unauthorised solo mission. Bucky senses that something is wrong even if you try to hide it from him.
lessons in dodging 💌⚡️
Bucky gets very protective when he sees you with a bruise. Even if he isn’t your boyfriend… yet.
damsel in not so much distress ❤️🔥💌
You call him for help but Bucky won’t leave again without a reward.
Since I started writing for Bucky Barnes, I gave him is own masterlist
Neighbors - Bucky moves into the apartment next door
Neighbors - First Date Bucky visits you at work
Neighbors - Next Door Bucky returns from a mission
Neighbors - Doll & Nerd Sam helps Bucky move into his apartment & Bucky tells Sam about you.
Neighbors - Xmas Shopping Bucky asks you to help him with his Xmas lust...list.
Neighbors - Morning After
Neighbors - Alpine
Neighbors - Green Eyed Monster - You're jealous of a new Agent working with Bucky.
Krewe of Boo -Halloween Parade in NOLA w/ Bucky & Reader
Lunch in New Orleans - Bucky visits one of Sam's friends for lunch
First Crush, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5-, Part 6, Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9. Part 10., Part 11
Part 12. Uncle Steve Part 14 , Part 15, Happy Halloween, Happy Birthday Abby Rose
Bucky Ask - Sick Abby, Ask #2 - Daddy Ask 3 - Bullies , Ask 4 - Daycare Dance , Ask #5 - Daycare Dance -2 , Ask #6 - At the Dance Abby Ranting Ask #7 - Uncle Steve to the Dance Ask #8 - Bucky's Family Ask #9 - Abby at the Gym, Ask #10 - Nightmare , Ask #11 - Day at the Pool Ask # 12 Mrs Nesbitt, Ask #13- Papa Bear ,Ask - First Fight, Ask - Don't Sing, Ask - Cracked Phone, Ask - Moana 2, Ask - The Proposal, Ask - Adopting Abby, Ask - Director Nick Fury, Ask - Escaping Black Widow, Ask - Steve & Ms. Grace , Ask - Wingwoman. , Ask - Super Baby, Ask - Rockefeller Center. Ask- Wicked Ask - Hawaii Vacation. Who wouldn't have a crush on Bucky Barnes? You try to fight it, but your toddler daughter, Abby, has no problem indulging in her adoration.
They Met in Delacroix , Part 2 , Part 3- Invited to a BBQ at the Wilson House. Sam & Bucky are in town for a visit.
Then & Now, Now & Then, Now & Then 2, Now & Then 3
Series Summary: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are sex poured into tight pants and given a rock band to spread the gospel of their cocks to the masses. And you just know you gotta meet them.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x female!reader
A/N: Everything I write is explicit. You must be 18+ to read.
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Playlist:
Backstage Pass: Songs From The Road (Listen Like A Howling Commando)
Moodboards:
Characters:
Band Members
Bucky+Steve+princess 4eva
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Chapters:
Could I Come Again, Please
The Past Is Now Part Of My Future
I Carry Bands-Aids On Me Now
I Spit Diamonds
In The Land Of Idiot Boys [Alpine]
Drive Our Ships To New Lands
Aqua Sea Foam Shame // You're The Queen Of My Heart
You’re The One Who Makes Me Sing
She Lost Control Again
This Dog Is Going To Get You [Alpine]
Spice Up Your Life, Come Get A Freak
He'll Need Us When He Wakes Up
Rain
Onomatopoeia: The Bet
Black Plaid
Don't Mind Me
Bruise // Ours // Mine
My Girls
The Bull
Jackals
More?
Pip-Squeak (Affectionate)
Tap. Tap.
Birthday Series:
My Blood Is Made Of Whiskey [Steve's Birthday]
I Love Those Tough Guys With Their Thick Thighs [Reader's Birthday]
My Thighs Are Connected To You [Bucky's Birthday]
Kinktober Prompts:
She's Earned It In Spades [Steve x reader | Pegging]
Little Happy Noises [Bucky x Steve x reader | Butt plug]
Kick Ass Sci-Fi Shit [Bucky x reader | Fisting]
This Is How Reward Insomniacs Now [Bucky x Steve x reader | Mutual Masturbation]
Candy-Pink Cream [Bucky x reader | Knifeplay]
Green [Bucky x Steve x reader | Sadism/masochism]
Ravenous [Bucky x Steve | Rough sex]
Green Room Mirror [Steve x reader | Mirror sex]
Happy Halloween [Bucky x Steve x reader | Role play]
He’s Sorry [Bucky x Steve x reader | Sex in public]
Happy Howlie-days:
Three Dollars And A Bag Of Red Vines
Secret Santa
Valentine's Day:
Needs Must When The Devil Drives
(Post) Easter:
Is This An Easter Thing?
Imagines/Asks:
You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me [Alpine]
This Is How All Their Debates End
We Were A Pair [Alpine]
Torture (Affectionate)
Meoow (I Let Alpine Name This Chapter) [Alpine]
Drabbles:
Gentleman’s Agreement
Little Pearl
Mouse | Sugar [Nat x reader]
Headcanons:
Has Princess Ever Used Her Safe Word l? [Ask]
Bucky, Alpine, and the Duckie Hat
So Where Do We Stand On Orgies? [Ask]
Of Princess And Her Period [Ask]
Okay, But Not This Hat, Thanks
Bucky Does Home Sweet Home [Seb's Insta Video]
How The Man Became The Myth [Captain America-era Stucky]
Warnings: strictly 18+ only, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, possessive sex, semi public sex, TRIGGER WARNING mention of a child dying from an epileptic seizure, mention of child abuse, car accident and resulting injuries, graphic depiction of gunshot wounds & significant bleeding to a major character, set in a hospital/emergency room, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, needles & stitching, injuries to children, jealousy, angst, individual warnings at the top of each fic
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Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?
Summary: You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider. But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home.
Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on this one for a while and I’m so happy to share it with you! Bucky and Animals is pretty much the best combo ever! This is an AU but Bucky still has his metal arm and is a war hero. Thank you so much for reading and sharing this with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, some angst, smut in future chapters, mentions of animals with injuries, mentions of animal abandonment and possible death-nothing will ever be graphic in any way. I’m an animal lover through and through but when it comes to rescuing animals there are always some stories that just break your heart- however, it’s me…it will all be ok! I promise! (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken when a telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!
1, 2,
Drabbles:
Back to Brooklyn: Bucky and Y/N Barnes go back to Brooklyn
Alpine: Y/N goes back to work, and comes across a curious creature on her way home.
Find Your Home (A Platonic Peter Parker Anthology)
Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?
As usual, these don't have to be read in order and are only loosely connected to each other
~A New Home ☀️☔️
~Some Adjustment Necessary ☀️
~Operation Keep Busy ☀️
Summary: After a year of being gone, and you finally deciding to move on, Bucky is back in town and trying to win you back. Can he win you over before you fall for someone else? Can his actions be redeemed? Will your friends get you committed for insanity? Maybe!
Warning(s): slow burn, bucky starts off stupid and ends up, well probably more stupid!
✿ Tiny Winged Trouble - When SHIELD accidentally captures you, a fairy, in a jar, Steve and Bucky are tasked with figuring out what you are. You refuse to speak at first, until Steve gives you a cookie. Now they’re stuck with a clingy, stubborn fairy who calls them “Tree” and “Shadow.”
✿ Tiny Wings, Gentle Things - Steve gently teaches you human things like books, buttons, and manners, while Bucky encourages mischief, showing you how to pull harmless pranks around the tower.
❦ Tiny Caretaker - Steve returns from a mission injured and emotionally drained. You wordlessly comfort him using small, nature-based gifts.
✿ Tiny Cravings - After one life-changing bite of chocolate pudding, you becomes adorably obsessed, sneaking midnight spoonfuls and fiercely guarding your dessert like a dragon with treasure.
✿ Tiny Bedtime - You were determined not to sleep, even as your wings drooped and your yawns gave you away, until Steve gently scooped you up and tucked you into your moss nest with quiet care.
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