#Bucky the dog

[ozwriterchick]

Bucky goes missing..

Summary: Bucky goes missing. But maybe not the Bucky you expect.

Characters: James Bucky Barnes; OFC!Female Character

Word Count: 829

A/Note: Start of a new series, all will be one shots (mostly, probably, lol) under 1k words with meet cutes.

They will probably be mostly Bucky but if you feel inclined, send me an ask with a suggestion for another character or a situation you wanna see and I'll do my best.

Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Cam took a long deep breath, so glad to be back out on a trail with her beloved pooch, Bucky.  Yes, he was named after the Avenger who used to be the Winter Soldier.

It had been way too long since she’d been out for a hike like this, for a few different reasons.  The weather hadn’t been great lately and, when it was, she was working.

Cam had been working long hours.  In fact, she felt like she’d worked more in the last few months than she had in a long time.  Most days she spent at least 10-12 hours at the office, going home only to order some food or microwave leftovers, then fall into bed.

There was an important project that her team had been assigned.  They wanted to make sure they didn’t fail on this one as it would lead to a major promotion for one of the team.  Cam wanted that promotion for herself. She’d worked at the company for over 5 years now and felt like it was past time for her to reap the rewards of all her hard work.

Rounding a corner in the trail, Bucky must have heard or smelt something because he took off before she even realised what was happening.

Sighing Cam tried to run after him but he was so fast it wasn’t funny.  She kept calling his name, trying to get him to come to her but wherever he was he was either too far away to hear or he was deliberately ignoring her, which was likely. He’s very definitely done that before.

A bit further up the trail, not far from the lake at the end, Cam heard Bucky bark. She knew she was close enough to him for him to hear her so she yelled at the top of her voice “James Buchanan, you get here,right now Mister.”

At no response she continued, “I’m serious sir, no dinner for you if you don’t get your butt right here,right now.”

A rustling in the trees caught her attention and all of a sudden someone burst through the brush and she came face to chest with a solid wall of muscle, clad in a leather jacket and a blue Henley.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she began, then she looked up into the most gorgeous steel blue eyes she’d ever seen.thats when she realised, that she’d just run straight into the real life Bucky Barnes. “I.. umm.. I didn.. oh” No further words were forthcoming from her brain, or her mouth.

“That’s ok,” he politely said, chuckling at her stammering. “I shouldn’t have come through the trees like that, but I heard someone calling me so I took the shortest path to where the sound was coming from. Maybe I got the direction wrong.”

“Oh, um. I didn’t hear anything” Cam replied, not realising it was actually her he’d heard.

“Well for sure I heard someone calling the name my mother gave me and swearing I wasn’t going to get any dinner if I didn’t come straight away. How strange is that.in the middle of a hiking trail where I don’t know anybody.”

Cam looked at him in confusion. “Well, I won’t hold you from finding whoever you’re looking for” she tried to smile but felt like it came across as more of a grimace, judging by his expression.

“Ok, well nice to run into you” he chuckled again and Cam thought it might just be her new favourite sound.

At that moment Bucky, the dog, came crashing through the bushes and skidded to a stop between them, looking up at both of them eagerly.

“Where have you been young man” Cam demanded of the dog.  “I told you, no dinner for you tonight.”

“It was you” he said in a surprised voice.

“What was me?” She asked genuinely.

“You yelled at me to get my butt here and that I wouldn’t get dinner tonight if I didn’t. I so confused now”

“Oh, right, sorry I really wasn’t thinking about what you said earlier. I guess I should explain. I’m Camellia and this is my ignorant dog, Bucky. Mainly because, as you can see, he has three limbs the same colour, and one different. Kind of like you. He’s also fiercely loyal and super protective, when he’s actually listening and not running off or ignoring me.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Camellia. That’s such a pretty name” 

“My friends call me Cam or Cammy usually.  Only my mum calls me by my full name. My Nana used to all me Millie”

“I think I like Millie best.  So Millie, would you and canine Bucky like to get a coffee with me? There’s a cart at the lake, we could continue on to that. It’s not too far away.”

“I’d love to “ Millie said, clicking the lead onto Bucky’s collar before heading off down the trail towards the lake with Bucky and Bucky in tow

Tag List: @wolfbeanpotion

[sorchathered]

Good night from the happiest sad looking dog on earth. (His tail was wagging like helicopter blades) 😂

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡

[samodivaa]

║drool on dog tags║

Bucky x Reader : They sway in your face during sex... (smut) {request}

There’s nothing more dangerous than a man with charm—and Bucky looks like a deity—a small smile tips up one corner of your mouth as you look in his eyes which are powder-blue and still rimmed with the longest lashes you have ever seen on a man. His mouth comes down on yours without further warning. Not hard or violently or forcefully. But fully, with complete contact. He comes directly to you, seizing your face between his hands, and capturing your mouth beneath his. “I am going to shower, Bucky" 

"Is that an initiation? We can shower later” 

He cajoles, hoping he sounds convincing rather than needy. Tortuously slow, Bucky licks his lips, rolling his hips fluidly against yours. It’s a struggle to swallow back a groan when you bite his lower lip slightly. You are covered only by a towel, his mind running amuck over what the towel is hiding—sexual perversions mix with lust as his mind sees in scattered images of varying vulgarity. Bucky grips your waist and lifts you off the ground with ease, dropping you softly on the luxurious white linen bed, your body fully exposed to him. You lick your lips at the sight of his broad shoulders and an athletic physique that even a jacket cannot hide. Your eyes continue their upward travel to his strong square-shaped face, framed with short brown hair that falls to his shoulders and deep, blue eyes. He disrupts your thoughts by stripping his shirt off, shorts, boxers—letting only the dog tags trail over his chest.

He then craws on top of you and he cannot articulate a word, capable only of an animal sound, a strangulated wheeze that shocks him deeply, enraging him, this sudden loss of the faculty of speech that feels somehow bestial and forgotten. His body hovers above you as he leans down to kiss you. You're perfect when you're underneath him, it's where you belong, beautiful face and pretty eyes lock onto his—your warmth cushioning him, your obedient body lush, your eyes flashing—and all he wants is to ruin you. His lips are once again on your skin, devouring everything he can—licking, sucking, and kissing. He drags his lips up your throat, along your jaw, back toward your mouth before leaning back to let his hips slowly rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, dragging his pre-come up between your lips. You simultaneously release a harsh moan as he buries himself deep with an upward thrust. You are grateful that he doesn't start slow, but slams into you with no remorse, the need for fucking poisoning his mind. Bucky brings both of your wrists above your head and grips them in his metal arm, restraining them from moving—It's a sinful sight each time he buries the length of his cock all the way inside you, shaft slick and wet and glistening when he pulls it out. He loves watching it happen. You make the prettiest noises when he shoves in deep only to pull out and slam himself back inside, his eyes roll backwards as the dog tags make melodious ringing sounds right above your face with every thrust.

“Can you feel my cock slipping in and out…feels good, doesn’t it?”

When you don’t answer in time, he stops and lifts his gaze towards yours. You feel a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation piercing your body. You look so—slutty. There is something raw and pleading in his eyes that surpasses sexual desire, these fleeting moments of carnal craving—his dog tags continue to whirl in your hot mouth, drool dribbles from your corners on your lips—but your greedy tongue is always ravenous…for anything. It is the dirty, sinful element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be. He pulls out, only the tip remains inside. 

“Don’t-” you whimper desperately. Without warning, he pushes his whole length. He focuses his attention on your lips. His trusts are slow and his stare makes your walls clench around him.

“Don’t stop?” He chuckles softly, voice going deeper as he picks up the pace and fucks you into the mattress, his thrusts only getting rougher. “Is that what you want? Need me to fuck you till you come, baby?” he mumbles, not looking away from your lips, his gaze devouring you.

He has to take a deep breath. He tries to breathe, trying to avoid cumming, but your filthy mouth rips his soul and hypnotizes his brain—and your eyes, eyes that bare into his heart, making his dick twitch. The wet squelching, your shy moans, the way your walls tighten around cock is enough to make him cum. His dick keeps on slamming into you, the sight of his well-muscled body, covered in a thin layer of sweat, invites you to utter depravity, it is what drives you over the edge. You whimper and screw your eyes tight as another wave of pleasure spreads throughout your body in orgasmic tingles as he pulls his own climax with you. He finally presses his face against your neck as his hips lose any and all sense of tempo and when he finally stills, he holds himself deep inside as he leans back—with every breath, your bust heaves, sweat droplets running between them and attracting his gaze.  But what pollutes his mind even more—is when he pulls the dog tags away from your mouth, sticky strands of spit spilling between your lips and the small metal plates as you share collective gasps of breath. Sometimes, to regain sanity, one has to acknowledge and embrace the madness.

[bucklikethedollar]

idk how to say this without sounding really boomer-ey, but like, what happened to horror content for kids? maybe i’m using the word “horror” a little liberally but i remember when i was a kid there was SO much out there that existed solely for the purpose of scaring kids in a safe, fun, age-appropriate way. just off the top of my head there’s goosebumps, scary stories to tell in the dark, tales from the crypt (little before my time though), coraline, mirror mask, monster house, dark crystal (more incidentally scary but w/e), even courage the cowardly dog; all these really fantastic books and shows and movies that let kids explore being scared on their own terms.

now there’s idk, those new addams family movies? but those aren’t really scary.

i see people talking about the “kid-ification” of horror games and i can’t help but wonder if part of the reason kids latch onto that stuff so much now is because there’s nowhere else for them to experience healthy, safe fear. a little kid wants to get the thrill of being scared, but their parents won’t let them watch any actual horror movies, so they go on youtube and what do you know, there’s markiplier playing another cheap horror game set in a toy store or whatever, and now that kid’s fear quota is being met. (obviously there’s more to it than that, but it’s a theory i have)

this like, doesn’t really matter probably but idk, i feel bad that ~kids these days~ aren’t getting the experience of something scary made specifically for them with their genuine enjoyment in mind, rather than whatever the next fnaf ripoff is that just wants to sell them merch. being a kid and watching a well-made scary movie feels like you’re finally being taken seriously; you’re not being babied or coddled, you’re being trusted to face the skeksis and the other mother and the nebbercracker house and not back down. i wish people were still making media that respected kids that much.

[vader-anakin]

SEBASTIAN STAN as SERGEANT JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

[baberoe-archive]

how to be john egan

poem: how to be a dog by andrew kane / screencaps from @itstheheebiejeebies

[paintedimagery]

cuddles fix everything

[deafening-radio-silence]

I think that Dr. Christina "I was an excellent soldier" Raynor needs to deal with some personal things before she's anyone's therapist, because she strong-armed more of Bucky's autonomy away from him than Zemo did within the series.

[kayvsdoodles]

i just think hes neat <3

[ace-bucket]

Them :)

[lord-cherry-bucket]

Cosy WinterHawk :3

[sorchathered]

Head empty no thoughts, I’m pretty sure the Nyan cat song just blasts in his brain all day.

[fairweathermyth]

♪ Look at what the light did now ♪ ♪ Bear it like a bounce upon the beak, oh ♪ ♪ Look at what the light did now ♪ ♪ Land and water and bird or beast, oh ♪ ♪ Look at what the light did now ♪ ♪ Shiny little band or golden fleece, oh ♪ ♪ Look at what the light did now ♪

RESERVATION DOGS Mabel + Golden Hour 2.04 Mabel + 3.05 House Made of Bongs

[johnslittlespoon]

sometimes i like to think about how many times john probably absolutely ate pavement on the way back to base, trying to steer two bikes in the rain while drunk out of his mind

[precious-little-scoundrel]

fave Egan pairings…I know we got scrumptious gifs of Demarco and Macon’s post liberation hand shake but I need Egan and Brady’s like I need air