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[danrley-ferreira]

Danrley Ferreira

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11.7.19

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Operation Babysitters

Name of piece: Operation Babysitters

Square filled: Bed-sharing

Rating: (General) 

Warnings: A lot of fluff and slight pining. 

Summary: You’ve been asked to babysit Steve and Peggy's daughter with Bucky, how will you cope with your feelings for Bucky when you have to look after a mischievous three-year-old with a stubborn streak? 

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: Listen I LOVE the bed-sharing troupe but I wanted to put my own spin on this. Slightly AU as this is set after CATFA and everyone survived and lived on happily. I love 40s!Bucky and I’ve wanted to write something for him for the longest time! I hope you all enjoy! Big, big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes for helping me brainstorm this idea!! 

Gif not mine made by the amazing Gen! Thank you, darling!

You smiled at the tiny blonde head of curls running around her ‘uncles’ feet.

“Sarah honey you gotta slow down, Uncle Bucky isn’t as young as he used to be” under normal circumstances Bucky would have told Steve exactly where to go. But with ‘delicate’ ears around Bucky's response was more guarded. A warning stare and a soft grunt as the tiny toddler slammed into his legs.

“Darling please be careful” in all the years you had known Peggy she still managed to look glamorous. Even caked in mud on the front line in France not even her lipstick smudged. Feeling a wave of self-consciousness you wiped your sweaty palms down the front of your navy slacks, the peach blouse was new and probably not the most ideal item to wear chasing a three-year-old around for the next few hours.

“Ah come on Peg, we'll be fine” you grin at the brunette who gives you a questionable look.

“Yeah, we’ve taken down secret Hydra bases with Captain America we got this” Bucky slapped his right hand on Steve’s shoulder. The action drew your attention to the lack of limb on his left, you had all pleaded with him to talk to Stark. Amazing advances have been made since his fall,  but his answer was always the same.

“But it would clash with my rugged good looks. Plus I could still take your punk ass with one arm any day of the week Stevie”

Every time his response would ignite the same reaction inside you.

“You’re perfect to me, I don’t care if you had three arms or no arms. I love you regardless”

Steve rolls his eyes, shoving Bucky’s arm off his shoulder, a small scuffle ensues as you scoop Sarah up in your arms. Brushing her blonde curls away from her big brown eyes you still marvel at how much she was a perfect blend of her parents.

“You be good for your Aunt and Uncle my darling” Sarah giggled as her Mother pressed her red lips to her pudgy cheeks. Not a trace of lipstick transfer insight, Steve presses two kisses to his daughter's nose and cheek.

“Behave Pumpkin, I want a good report when we get back okay?” Sarah grinned give a tiny mock salute that melts your heart.

“Bye Mama, bye Pa” you hitch Sarah higher on your hip, waving as Steve pulls out of the driveway and peels out into the slowly setting sun.

“Now how do you girls feel about spaghetti for dinner?” You give Bucky a grin as Sarah squeals at the prospect wiggling out of your arms and padding towards the kitchen.

“Spaghetti?” You arch a brow at him, closing the door with a soft thud following the never-ending energy that was Sarah Rogers.

“What? It’s the only thing I can cook. Plus I know you’re good with your hands 24” your stomach flips, pausing in the hallway.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is soft, the lamp lighting bathing him in a warm glow. Hair free of gel, falling in soft curls around his forehead.

“Sorry, it’s just... no one has called me that in a long time” Agent 24 was your code name during the War, once the SSR disbanded there was no need to keep it during your new role at Shield. Taking the title Special Agent or simply Blackbird. The name Agent 24 brought back a flood of memories, not all of them good. The day Bucky was found half-frozen caked in blood springing to the forefront of your mind.

“Hey it’s okay, I get it” the warm hand on your hip brought you back to present day so fast it almost gave you whiplash. Your lips form a tight smile as you gently pat your hand on top of Bucky’s, he squeezes his fingers into the fabric of your trousers and for a moment. Just a moment, you allow yourself to fall deeper into the security of his sky blue eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you..” your eyes fell to Bucky’s lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out for a brief moment as he swallowed thickly.

“Auntie (Y/N) I can’t find my colours” the high trill of Sarah’s voice snapped you both out of the warm fog clouding your minds.

“Coming sweetie” giving Bucky once last smile you reluctantly come to the three-year-olds rescue plucking her box of crayons off the bookshelf.

                                                          ~~~

For the rest of the night, you couldn’t help your mind wander back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the hallway, brushing Sarah’s hair back gently you smiled watching the young girl face the battle all children face every day. Trying to stay awake. You nudge Bucky slightly making him tear his eyes away from his place of The Princess and the Pea. Sarah Rogers had a stubborn streak to her (Bucky swears it’s because she’s a Rogers and Rogers have universally known thick skulls)

“Peanut I think it’s time for bed” Bucky gently snapped the book closed with his hand. Gently passing it across to you to place on her bedside table. The small bed was a squeeze normally with you and Sarah on it. Adding Bucky’s broad frame it was almost ridiculous. Both you and Bucky had a leg placed on the ground to anchor yourselves.

“One more.. pwless Unkle Buck”

“Your Pa will have my other arm if he finds your still awake when they get home” you chuckle as Sarah turns her big brown eyes up to her Uncle.

“Will you stay wif me?” You slowly start to detangle yourself from the two of them. The wireless calling your name as you knew Sarah favoured Bucky staying with her while she fell asleep.

“Both of you” the sound of the tiny pleading voice rooted you to the spot, throwing a slightly panicked look to Bucky who shrugged helplessly.

“Of course honey” it took a few tries but both you and Bucky found yourself looking face into each other. The small body wedged firmly against you. Sarah’s face presses up against Bucky’s chest and suddenly you felt very jealous of the three-year-old.

“Would you have guessed during those years in Europe we’d end up here?” You almost didn’t catch Bucky’s soft low voice, finding yourself too lost in his eyes.

“What, all of us safe and alive living the lives we deserve?” You chuckle, shifting slightly to lay your head on the pillow.

“Yeah, kinda scary if you think about it” you smile knowingly, glancing down watching Sarah’s breathing evening out.

“So what did you..”

“Before when I said..” biting your lip you watch as a slight flush crosses Bucky’s cheek.

“James Buchanan Barnes, are you blushing?”

“Don’t tell anyone, I got a reputation to maintain”

“Your secret is safe with me” something in Bucky’s eyes changes, a softness you’d only seen reserved for Sarah. It makes your throat dry up and your palms sweat, subconsciously you wipe a hand against your pants. The moment goes unnoticed by Bucky who gently takes your hand in his, your fingers naturally lacing together.

“I wanted to ask you something, but the moment never felt right. Watching you take on those five Hydra guards, I just knew you were something else. A woman that could hold her own but had this other side to her, the side you show Sarah” you could feel your throat constricting as you squeeze Bucky’s hand.

“Oh James..”

“Just let me get this out darlin, cause if I don’t I never will. I know we’ve known each other for a long time. You’ve.. you’ve been there for me through my worst and I just.. I’d really like to take you out one and maybe I can call you my girl one day…” you try and open your mouth but you realise Bucky is on a roll.

“And if you don’t want that. If you want to call me a stupid one arm idiot you can because I’d rather be your friend than loose.... Ommpf” Bucky’s rant was cut short but the press of your lips to his, eyes comically widen before slowly closing leaning into you slightly. You could feel your heart explode in pure joy, years of longing and yearning for the man you were completely and utterly head over heels for had finally come to a beautiful crescendo.

“Mmm,” the soft high pitched hum was like a bucket of cold ice being poured over you as Sarah shifted in her sleep. Quickly you both pulled away, horrified at the thought of Sarah waking up.

“Let’s not tell Steve about that one” You presses your face in the pillow, muffling your laughter as Bucky chuckled softly. Once you had calmed your heart down to a normal beating rhythm you turn to look at Bucky, his warm smile greeting you.

“I’d love to be your girl one day Bucky” the warm smile turned blinding.

“I’d really like that Darlin”

                                                           ~~~

“I’m sorry Steve but I’m the Director I can’t not talk to him”

“But he’s infuriating Peg, I’ve seen filing cabinets with more charisma!”

“You’re always so dramatic” Peggy can’t help shaking her head at her husband.

“Yeah but you married me didn’t you,” the brown eyebrow arching says all Steve needs to know as he wraps an arm around his wife’s waist.

“A decision I still debate was a good one or not”

“Careful Mrs Rogers” Peggy pushes Steve in the middle of his chest, still mindful of there house guests. Not wanting them to walk into their compromises position.

“Where are Bucky and (Y/N)?” the quiet of the house alerting the two of them.

“They’ll be around, I’ll check on Sarah” Steve leans down, capturing Peggy in a kiss laced with a promise of later. Silently opening his daughter's bedroom door Steve shakes his head affectionately, there on his daughter's bed, with no sign of said daughter he noticed. Was his best friend and the woman he had been pining for since ‘43. Bucky’s right arm thrown over (Y/N)’s waist, his face pressed against the back of her neck as the sleep soundly.

“Steve” Peggy’s voice draws Steve’s attention to their shared room, moving across the hall Steve smirks as his daughter curls up against his pillow. Waving Peggy’s confused expression as she investigates Sarah’s room Steve gently rouses his sleeping daughter, his heart-melting as those big brown eyes blink up at him.

“Hey Pumpkin, I take it the mission went well?” Sarah nods, scooting onto Steve’s lap pressing her face into his chest.

“Mmhm, did just what you said Pa”

“Do you mean to tell me you used our daughter as a pawn in getting our friends together?” Steve at least had the decency to look sheepishly towards his wife.

“Some people need a little push Mommy” Peggy gave a fake sign of annoyance. Her daughter was more like her father every day.

“Guess we’re all sharing the bed tonight then” Steve pouted slightly as Sarah gave a small cry of joy, making herself comfortable in the middle of the large bed.

“Don’t look so offended Captain, consider this your punishment for meddling”

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[ruckystarnes]

Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: SMUT - fingering, teasing, bondage, sensory deprivation, blindfold

Words: 673

Square Filled/Daily Prompt/Prompt: Y1 - Kink: Held Down (BBB) / B3 - Taking Charge (SBB) / Kinktober Day 7 - Sensory Deprivation 

Written For/Dedicated to: @buckybarnesbingo @star-spangled-bingo

Summary: Normally you're in charge in the bedroom, but you decided to give Bucky the reins to show him you trust him.

A/N: sorry for posting late again. The days have been crazy lately.

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The blindfold was soft and blocked most of the light out from your eyes save the sliver of the gray light from the crack below. You could hear him move as he secured your wrists and ankles to the straps attached to the bed frame, spreading you like a sacrifice.

"You trust me?" His gruff voice was low and soft, but you could hear the trepidation in his words. He needed your reassurance, your consent. He needed to know you trusted him.

"Bucky, you know I do. We have a safe word of gadget if I feel like things are too much," you breathed, your legs and arms resting the restraints: enough give that you wouldn't be sore. "Now, put on the music and trust me to trust you." You gave a gentle, reassuring smile. 

"Okay," he whispered and you could hear him move before you felt the headphones cover your ears and the notes of Beethoven filled your hearing.

You couldn't see him.

You could hear him.

You couldn't touch him.

And you became hyper aware of where he could be. This song was almost over before you felt a slight touch to your shin, making you twitch. You wished you could see or hear him, wanting to know if he was smiling or concerned as the touch had disappeared.

"I'm okay," you whispered, reassuring him even if he didn't need it. "Please, continue my love."

It took a few moments before another light touch dragged up your other shin, stopping at your knee. It was bearable, but you craved more. You knew he was taking time, adjust being the one in control, it was something expected from him. The gentle caresses continued, staying on safe zones: forearms, shins, fingers, feet, building up slowly to where he switched to kissing. The first time his lips touched right on your left hip, you gasped and pulled on the restraints with the need to touch. You could feel his chuckle reverberate against your skin as he continued to place kisses along your hip then abdomen.

By now Beethoven was replaced by Mozart and fingers were teasing your nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive buds before you could feel his mouth on your core. He had you moaning through your first release before the song changed again, this time his fingers followed Wagner. Each song change had him adjust what he was doing, and this one was a different pace, had more urgency to it.

He played it safe, but it was still exciting for you. You still couldn't predict what he would do as The Ride of the Valkyries was quick, building a climax but he made you wait for a good while, edging you during the entire song before making you come quickly during Pachelbel's Canon in D.

The music faded out, and you could softly hear him move about, removing the headphones slowly.

"I'm going to undo your legs first then arms," he whispered, doing so in a delicate manner only you knew was him.

Once you were released, he gathered you in his arms, pulling a soft, furry blanket you knew to be your favorite throw, around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Now the blindfold." His voice still was velvety smooth, and when light hits your eyes, you noticed he had drawn the curtains at some point and lit a few unscented candles, making it easier for your eyes to adjust. You looked up at him, heart still hammering from the three or four (you'd lost count along the way) orgasms.

"You okay beautiful?" he whispered, fingers moving along your jaw.

You nodded, giving a tired yet pleased smile. "More than okay. You were wonderful. I will be asking for more once I've rested." You moved to give him a gentle kiss, your body relaxing into the soft warmth of him and the blanket.

"We need to do this again. Adding toys and temperature into it," you added, stifling a yawn. 

"We'll see," he chuckled, "just rest now."

[kimannhart]

bite with a bullet

Bucky isn’t oblivious, as much as Natasha wants to debate that he is, he truly isn’t... Okay, well he isn’t oblivious when it comes to the business and Tony. Everything else is fair game. So, it’s no surprise to anyone when Bucky notices that Tony is late coming home one night. 

Some might say that Bucky is overreacting, and that Tony is just running a bit late. (Though, they would never ever say that to Bucky’s face, afraid to upset the Mob Boss. The only people brave enough are his family, the Avengers.) But Bucky is certain he isn’t. He was about to call in Sharon and Sam when Bucky spots Tony trying to silently sneak past him. Bucky narrows his eyes when he notices the disheveled look that Tony is sporting and how he curled into himself. 

“Doll?” Bucky hesitantly calls out. 

Tony suddenly freezes and lets out a small whimper. 

That whimper catches Bucky’s attention. He slowly makes his way over to Tony. Bucky frowns when he sees bruises scattered upon his lover’s arms. His eyes scanned over Tony’s body, looking for more injuries. The worry and concern that Bucky has been sporting the whole evening, ends up growing a tenth-fold when his eyes land on Tony’s hand that was clutching his side. 

Bucky’s eyes widen when he moves Tony’s hand away and spots a dark red. 

Blood.

It was fucking blood. 

Quickly, Bucky lifts Tony into his arms and hastily heads to their med-bay that they have in their manor. 

“HELEN! BRUCE!” He calls out, hoping that someone can hear him. “I NEED YOU TWO IN THE MED-BAY ASAP! TONY’S HURT!” 

Bucky carefully sets Tony down on the bed, trying his best to comfort Tony when he lets out a small cry. “I know it hurts, babydoll. Helen and Bruce will be here soon, okay?”

Helen and Bruce arrived ten seconds later. A small gasp escapes Helen’s mouth when she notices the blood. Bruce ends up a bit shocked at the state of Tony. Luckily, they were able to snap out of their daze moment and get to work before Bucky snapped at them.

—

Late that night, Tony is lying peacefully on the bed, his injuries carefully tended to, with Bucky sitting in a chair to his right. Bucky held tightly onto Tony’s hand, afraid to let go, as if he let go someone would come and hurt Tony again.

“Honey?” 

Tony’s voice breaks Bucky out of his thoughts. Bucky lifts his head and looks at the scratches that covered one side of Tony’s face. 

“I’m okay,” Tony reassured. 

Bucky shook his head. “You’re not. You were shot, Tony. That’s… that’s not okay!” 

Tony looks down, knowing that what happened to him, wasn’t okay whatsoever.

Bucky tilts Tony’s chin up and moves his hand to cup Tony’s uninjured cheek. He looks at Tony, his gaze hard and jaw clenched, trying his best to keep his anger contained. “Who did this to you?”

Tony stays silent. 

“Tony,” Bucky pushes. “Please,” his voice quiet and tense, “tell me who did this to you.”

“HYDRA.”

~~

This is for my lovely @eirlyssa and my lovely peaches, @sweeetmonstrosity, I hope you two like this! :D

This also fulfills my B4 - Iron Man/Tony Stark square for @buckybarnesbingo!

[louisianaspell]

Bucky Adopts A Dog Moodboard

Made for: @buckybarnesbingo

Square Filled: C1

Ship: Bucky Barnes, no pairing

Rating: G

Summary: Bucky adopts a dog

One of Bucky’s neighbors is always fostering dogs for a local rescue. One morning after his daily run with Steve, he sees his neighbor walking a gorgeous gray pitbull wearing a cute little bandana that says Adopt Me. He stops to say hello to the neighbor but mostly to pet the dog.

She tells him all about the dog, how his previous owner was no longer able to care for him, he’s great with kids and other dogs, is a great running buddy and a total couch potato. Bucky is sold and totally in love with the dog.

A few days later, Bucky is the new owner of the dog, that he names Atlas. Atlas is completely spoiled, allowed on all the furniture, his toys are scattered all over Bucky’s house. Bucky often refers to Atlas as his son, and like a new parent his social media is now filled with pics of his adventures with Atlas.