#C. D. Barnes

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

PnF Spirit Week 1: May 27th - Pets

You never really forget your first ever pet. Especially if they disappear quite abruptly from your life.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time (2007)

Between 1994 and 2008, Walt Disney Pictures was making sequels to just about any of their movies. Mostly, you got stuff like Mulan II and The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea. At best, they MIGHT appeal to young children who were die-hard fans of the originals. Before you dismiss all of them, however, take a look at Cinderella III: A Twist in Time. It may be the best of the direct-to-video sequels that came out of that era of Disney animated films.

After their wedding, Cinderella (voiced by Jennifer Hale) and Prince Philipp (voiced by Christopher Daniel Barnes) are celebrating with The Fairy Godmother (voiced by Russi Taylor) when Anastasia Tremaine (Tress MacNeille) spots them. Realizing what the fairy must've done on the night at the ball, Lady Tremaine (Susan Blakeslee) steals the magic wand, uses it to turn The Fairy Godmother to stone and then alters the the past. Now, when the Grand Duke (Rob Paulsen) tried to put the glass slipper on Anastasia, it fit and Cinderella’s happily ever after is about to vanish.

I know you’re raising an eyebrow at the concept of a straight-to-DVD second sequel to a movie made 50+ years prior but hear me out. Firstly, this is a “true sequel” rather than a re-tread of the first. Lady Tremaine was so wicked and cruel when we met her. Don’t you think her hatred for Cinderella would keep going? She’s always wanted her daughters to be above Cinderella and now, she’s found a way to do it. Right away, you’ve got high stakes. Once Anastasia and the Prince marry, it’s over. Cinderella will never have an opportunity to live happily ever after and who knows what the kingdom will turn into with Lady Tremaine in the castle. Saving the day will be an uphill climb, as Cinderella will have to do everything on her own -no fairy will come to her rescue this time. At best, she can call upon her bird and mouse friends (Gus - voiced by Corey Burton - and Jaq - by Rob Paulsen - return). If those odds weren't steep enough, Lady Tremaine, Anastasia and Drizella (Russi Taylor) all remember what happened before the timeline was altered. No one else does, including the Prince, whom they promptly mind-control using magic.

It may come as a disappointment that A Twist in Time doesn’t really acknowledge Cinderella II: Dreams Come True but it’s almost as if the people who worked on this film looked at the previous one and said, “You know what, I think we’re onto something here… can we try it again and give it our all this time?” Like its predecessor, Cinderella III spends a lot of time on Anastasia. She gets plenty of character growth as she begins questioning what her future will be like. She's about to marry a man who does not love her, all because her bully of a mother wants more power and (more importantly) to get revenge against someone who’s never done anything wrong to them. This anxiety leads to some tender moments between the King (Andre Stojka) as he confides with his future stepdaughter.

Overall, the quality of the animation, voice acting, humour, romance, drama and characters are consistent enough with the original (without ever matching it) that undiscerning viewers will be fooled into thinking the movies were made within a short period. The one area where there is a significant drop in quality are the songs. None of them are bad but neither are they any special or memorable. Another element to improve would be the film’s opening. Cinderella III= only lasts 70 minutes so the plot wastes no time getting started and it really could’ve used a bit more room to breathe. I won’t hold these flaws against it too harshly. In a perfect world, this film directed by Frank Nissen would’ve gotten a bigger budget and a theatrical release but no way was that going to happen. Ever. Who would buy tickets for a time-travel/alternate-universe version of a beloved classic made half a century later, particularly considering the reputation of Disney sequels? The fact is everyone working on this movie cared. They cared A LOT. They made the best movie they could with the resources available and they should be applauded for it.

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time is a good film. It’s an engaging sequel that brings the elements and characters you love back, tells an original story, and surmounts the obstacles placed in front of it spectacularly. It maintains the spirit of the original, down to the most “action-packed” scene of the film: a thrilling chase that’s a mirror-world opposite of Cinderella’s ride inside the pumpkin carriage on the night of the ball. I hope this movie finds the audience it deserves. Anyone who catches it should stay for the end credits to see a bonus scene halfway, along with several amusing gags and an epilogue as well. (May 28, 2021)

[risrambles]

looking at that one new thunderbolts poster where the characters are overlayed with silhouettes of themselves, i would almost venture to say that the overlay versions are the versions of themselves that they are going to face in the void.

which, you know, would insinuate that yelena sees herself as an assassin/a black widow, walker as when he was captain america, red guardian in his prime… and bucky as the winter soldier

[roseunspindle]

What I Read in May 2025

I guess with this series it's gotta catch 'em all for me. So the comic...(Have seen all of the show) saw parts of what I could of the animated show too

Alas this was very confsuing and all over the place...

Winner Ciel... oh dear hello again Undertaker...

And now the novel! XD

Had to dip my toes into another Danmei author... I adored this one too. Poor Chang Geng... Also Gu Yun... oh my lord dude...

Ninja Kyoko!

Quite creepy. Not as enthralling as Dead Silence but good.

How much must poor Allen suffer?

Obsessed.

Also can I smack the emperor upside the head?

still so fun, also Silk and her endless teasing of Cain

Yi city arc.... *sob* Qin Su *sob*

Gu Yun stop getting blown up!

Finally getting more of this series. I do still quite like it. This book was a touch repetetive on how dark the world was but meh. Ignorable.

Valley of the End *sob*

Sadly DNF'd

The Demon Awakens

Whiskers and Smoke

The Lost Apothecary

War and Peace Part 2 - this one I may try again someday...

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

Adam lived in an apartment located above the office of St. Agnes Catholic Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan's worship into one downtown block.

Obviously this is like, an insane line, Ronan Lynch the gay catholic romantic that you are etc, but what we don't talk about enough is the fact that it says 'most of the objects of Ronan's worship into one downtown block'. Not all.

What can be some of the things being talked about in that most?

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ build-a-fic 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

➴ chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heart’s content!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a piece of dialogue

꒰ 1 ꒱ “i can’t fucking believe this.”

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ 3 ꒱ “it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!”

꒰ 4 ꒱ “you know how much i care about you.”

꒰ 5 ꒱ “they’re never going to hurt you again.”

꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”

꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!”

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ 9 ꒱ “do you trust me?”

꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?”

꒰ 11 ꒱ “you’re not your worst mistake.”

꒰ 12 ꒱ “try and eat, if you can. it’ll make you feel better.”

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ 14 ꒱ “they’re going to surround us. we need to get ready.”

꒰ 15 ꒱ “i need you to leave.”

꒰ 16 ꒱ “we can’t be seen together like this. not anymore.”

꒰ 17 ꒱ “it’s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.”

꒰ 18 ꒱ “it’s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long won’t kill us.”

꒰ 19 ꒱ “it’s getting dark, we should think about heading back.”

꒰ 20 ꒱ “what have i told you about coming here?!”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ an emotion

꒰ A ꒱ disdain

꒰ B ꒱ grief

꒰ C ꒱ ecstasy

꒰ D ꒱ disbelief

꒰ E ꒱ anxiety

꒰ F ꒱ contentment

꒰ G ꒱ drunkenness

꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ J ꒱ fear

꒰ K ꒱ hunger

꒰ L ꒱ relief

꒰ M ꒱ distrust

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ O ꒱ delight

꒰ P ꒱ hurt

꒰ Q ꒱ love

꒰ R ꒱ sickness

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ T ꒱ betrayal

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a setting

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward

꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a mountainside shrouded in fog

꒰ 𓃗 ꒱ a skeevy motel just off the highway

꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

꒰ 𓆟 ꒱ the war room of a military blacksite

꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant

꒰ 𓃵 ꒱ a rickety old barn’s hayloft

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

꒰ 𓆌 ꒱ a stranger’s bed at dawn

꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ an airplane hanger

꒰ 𓅭 ꒱ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear

꒰ 𓆗 ꒱ the kitchen of a derelict house

꒰ 𓃢 ꒱ the dressing room of a luxury department store

꒰ 𓆧 ꒱ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes

꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide

[malpractice-morale]

I habe so much understanding for people who are absolute dicks to other people… I am about to pull the rudest, most unapologetic and inconsiderate thing you can do to a semi-professional relationship and all I have to explain myself is “I got stressed”

[angrythingstarlight]

The best part of Bucky being worried about little things like the baby's first vaccines is that no one would believe you if you told them how he is around you and Bee. No one knows how protective he really is. No one knows how he meticulously researched pediatricians to find the absolute best one for his baby. No one knows how sweet and lighthearted he is around you.

No. One.

They'd assume a)you're lying b)grossly exaggerating c)talking about some other Bucky Barnes, d) some form of wishful thinking

His personality outside the home is vastly different compared to how he is at home. You could produce video evidence of him, relaxed and playful. Catch him in 4K. People would say it must be doctored.

Because they would never be able to associate your Bucky with the Pakhan they know. The Pakhan they know is charming and intelligent but also intensely aloof, merciless, controlled, and reserved to a fault.

They wouldn't be able to correlate the two side of him.

You can. You have.

When it comes down to it, you really don't mind. Let them assume, speculate, and whisper about what it must be like to be married to such a cold, terrifying man.

Because this private aspect of him—this soft, devoted, passionate part of him— belongs to you and only you. And you're not about to share.

[sambuckylibrary]

TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a TFATWS Anniversary event! The event will run from March 17th to April 27th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, fic rec lists, comments, moodboards, podfics, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibrary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #tfatwsanniversary2025 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025 Collection.

For the prompts for the event, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under “keep reading”.

The Prompts Will Be:

WEEK 1:

Monday: Madripoor Tuesday: District of Columbia Wednesday: Birnin Zana Thursday: New York City Friday: Delacroix

WEEK 2:

Monday: "You give them something to aspire to." Tuesday: Long, Separate Vacations Wednesday: "Can you move your seat up?" Thursday: Big Three Friday: "I love you, buddy."

WEEK 3:

Monday: Meet Ugly Tuesday: Enemies to Lovers Wednesday: Only One Bed Thursday: And They Were Roommates Friday: Didn't Know They Were Married

WEEK 4:

Monday: Leila Taylor | Sidewinder Tuesday: Joaquín Torres | Ayo and Shuri Wednesday: Isaiah and Eli Bradley | Redwing Thursday: Karli Morgenthau | U.S. Agent Friday: The Wilson Family | The Barnes Family

WEEK 5:

Monday: Fantasy AU Tuesday: Soulmates AU Wednesday: Sports AU Thursday: No Powers AU Friday: Celebrity AU

WEEK 6:

Monday: Searching for Bucky Barnes Tuesday: On the Run Wednesday: TFATWS Thursday: Captain America Sam Wilson Friday: Forming the Thunderbolts* | Reforming the Avengers

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a SamBucky multi-week event in celebration of the anniversary for TFATWS TV show.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts at once. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all of the prompts during the event at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from March 17th and run until April 27th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

Not this year, unfortunately. But there will be cool banners for each day!

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #tfatwsanniversary2025.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to TFATWS Anniversary Event 2025 (TFATWS_Anniversary_Event_2025).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 2 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to your TFATWS inspired pieces!

- The Mods

[ccscocoapuffs]

Thomas Hewitt NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Tommy is the absolute sweetest boy you could ask for when it comes to aftercare. Though he doesn't understand the full concept in a complex manner he understands the need to take care of you. He will pull you close to him and rub his hand through your hair while he gives little soft kisses to you. Though if you want him to clean you up he prefers to do so with his tongue if you catch my drift.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Tommy loves everything about you, he thinks you're perfect in every single way imaginable, however he certainly has a thing for thighs, he's far to shy to admit about the dirty thoughts that cross his mind that involve yours wrapped around his head. As for his personal favorite of himself, He doesn't have one. Thomas struggles with a lot of insecurity towards his looks but if you were to praise a certain feature of his he would start to gain confidence and eventually start to love that part of himself.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Thomas is actually a little shy about finishing. He doesn't like making a mess on you cause it makes him feel as though he has done something wrong. He prefers to cum inside you in general though as he feels sex is for making a baby. Luda is obviously the one who taught him that sex is strictly for marriage and procreating and he will respect his mama's teachings.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Tommy is secretly a bit of a risk taker, though he would have to have a large amount of trust with you before that side of him would show.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Thomas has zero experience before you mostly because of most of the towns people being afraid of him. He certainly will learn most things from what you two engage in together. Thomas does know a few things from a magazine he got ahold of once from Hoyt's room.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Finding a position to accommodate Thomas's size is slightly difficult, Thomas is very tall and is of a heavier build in general, he isn't very flexible at all so super complicated is out of the question for him. He has two favorites though, cowgirl and doggy style. Doggystyle is probably his ultimate favorite though because he likes to grab you by the neck and pull you up to his chest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Thomas prefers to remain serious during sex but afterword's when you two are cuddling and calming down from your high he likes to pamper you with soft kisses that make you both chuckle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Look at the man. He has a damn bush.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He is very romantic, having sex to Thomas is one of the most romantic feelings possible in a relationship. Intimacy is something that he struggled with at first mostly because of his insecurities in himself, though if you show him pure love and build a bond with him then you with have very intimate moments with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Thomas really doesn't jack off, he feels its a waste because he prefers to spend that time with you and make it mean something.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Thomas has a few kinks, size kink, breeding kink, and a slight choking kink. He can be a little hesitant to try them though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He prefers the bedroom of course but he won't say no to you no matter where you are. Hoyt has definitely walked in on yall inside the barn a few times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) The sheer fact that you love him for him is enough for Thomas.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Hurt you. Thomas accidentally gave you a bruise once from gripping your hips so tightly while he was lost in the feeling of thrusting into you and the poor boy sobbed. He is terrified of hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Now you may think that he wouldn't go down on you because of his mask, you'd be wrong. Thomas loves to go down on you, though he will take of his mask he wants to eat you out underneath the covers. He actually is pretty damn good at it. He definitely is a giver.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He really doesn't care about the pace but he for sure goes deep and hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't mind them at all, he actually really likes the thrill of the risk.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) As previously mentioned if Thomas is very comfortable with you and ready to fully open up then he definitely will be more risky with you. He will bend you over anything and anywhere and hope you two can finish quick enough before someone walks in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can last usually 2 rounds, he lasts not all that long though, considering he doesn't really have experience this is something that really isn't all that surprising.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No Thomas doesn't own toys, if you have them then he may be interested in trying them with you. If you have a bullet vibrator that is very beginner friendly then he down for letting you run it up and down him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Thomas doesn't tease at all, he gets straight to the point and wants to enjoy the time he has with you to the full extent.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Thomas can be much louder than one might think. He tends to let out very long and deep groans as he throws his head back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Thomas secretly likes when Hoyt walks in and starts cussing at you two about being damn rabbits. It gives him a bit of confidence in the fact that you chose thomas out of everyone and you aren't embarrassed to please your man.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He THICC. Thomas is roughly 8 inches in length but damn that girth is hella big. Thomas never thought much of how big he actually was until he got with you and heard how loud you moaned when he slipped inside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Surprisingly high, he loves the fact that you love him and considers it a privilege that he gets to fuck you so he wants to cherish it as many times as he possibly can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Pretty quickly, he works all day at the factory then around the house. Then he comes to you and gives you his all, the poor boy is hard fucking worker and deserves his sleepy time.

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡ Bucky Barnes NSFW alphabet ♡

- with a f! reader intended

I've never done one of these before, so here yall go, I guess! Enjoy.

[ My marvel request box is back open. Please check my pinned post for more information regarding my request rules. ]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think it depends on how deep your relationship with Bucky is. I think that if it was a one night stand and/or if you guys aren't that close, he'd probably clean up with you, ask you if you'd want him to stay in bed with you a little longer and then be up and gone afterwards.

But if you're close--like married ( or fiance's ) close I think he'd be all over asking you how you're feeling and offering to massage you if you're hurting. He cleans you off then goes back in bed with you, waiting for you to go to sleep first. And that's basically it; he's just concerned for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Bucky would be all over his arms. He's learned to love his prosthetic arm a lot over the years of healing and trying to love/forgive himself. But he puts a lot of work into his upper body strength, and hearing how crazy you are over his biceps in particular is what drives his ego even more.

For his favorite part of you, I think it'd be your boobs. He also likes your legs a lot, but there's something about a nice pair of melons that he really likes. I think he'd be all over playing with them when he's in bed with you, in fact I think they'd be the first thing he touches during foreplay.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Goodness gracious 😍

So, basically, I think Bucky would always ask you where you'd want him to cum before he actually did. It's important for him because one: he doesn't want there to be any happy little accidents, and two: he always needs your consent with almost anything he does to you.

I think Bucky would also really like it when you cum on his face. Specifically when he has you sitting on his face; it gets fucking everywhere and he's a real messy eater--so he fucking loves it. He likes it getting on his beard even though it's not the most comfortable sensation. Really likes the way your thighs twitch and clench around his face when you cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's an old man. The invention of cellular phones, tablets and laptops are quite fascinating to him. It's very convenient to him as well because he can look at anything he wants with just the tap of a button. That includes porn.

Now he's not proud of it, but the day he discovered screen sharing was the day his entire life changed. While you were away on a grocery trip, he laid in bed, his phones screen connected to the TV in your room, jacking off while watching the craziest things he could ever imagine.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Did you not watch Captain America: The First Avenger? I think the better question would be when does Bucky Barnes not know what he's doing? Even when he was the winter soldier, he'd still get a little sex in by getting information out of people by getting them out of their pants.

That's almost an entire century of sexual experience under that mans belt. To say he's experienced would be an understatement and a straight up insult to him In general.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Bucky can get into almost anything. Sex is sex. It's mostly about what you want, so sometimes he likes to leave things up to you and let you ride him--just have him for a night. I think he'd personally really love having your knees pressed into your chest while he fucks you, or your legs above his shoulders. It lets him get deeper inside you and he likes the face-to-face action.

And of course, doggy if he's feeling really mean. And he does it on the kitchen table too, so it's even worse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Once again, depends on the relationship. Absolutely 100% serious if your relationship isn't serious. But if he's been married to you for a long time, I think sometimes he'd get a little bored and whisper an inside joke in your ear while he's going at it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Uh oh. I'm gonna go with pretty average.

He's 107 years old. Do you think he'd really give a shit about shaving down there? He will trim it for you if it bugs you, but that's only if it bugs you. Same thing goes for the pits and chest.

Hairy Bucky my beloved 😍

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Soooo intimate if your relationship is really deep. Bucky loves fooling around with you in bed, but he also really loves making you feel loved and cherished because it matters to him so much.

Especially with his staring issues, he just can't take his eyes off yours. Like he's constantly keeping eye contact with you, and it makes butterflies fill your stomach each time he does. He just can't believe how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.

Because finally for once In his life, he feels loved and he can return that love. Because for once in his life, he's at peace and he's doing something right.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Same thing with the porn mentioned earlier.

But he also really likes looking at pictures of you whenever he's jacking off; the good, sexy pictures of you. He also likes flipping through texts you've exchanged with him and listened to the voice messages you send to him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Having his hair pulled. He loves it when you tug on his hair whenever he eats you out. And it's never painful for him because of his strong pain tolerance. He also encourages you to tug as hard as you can. Makes him moan, get all hard for you.

Orgasm denial. I think Bucky would be super into asking you if you're going to cum, pretend like he is too, all just to pull out of you before you can. It drives you crazy and he loves seeing you whimper and beg for him to make you cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Workplace sex. Fucking in his office and shutting you up with his tie? Yes please.

Temperature play. Loves the way you shiver whenever his metal/vibranium arm touches you. Maybe he likes running ice cubes down your legs, too 🙈

At the start, it's a little hard for him to get used to a bed. Hed only use a bed if he was eating you out it was doing some sort of missionary thing. But even then he'd still have you on the edge of the bed with him standing.

So, he likes doing it in the floor. Yes, the floor. You hate it, but he loves it, especially if he's feeling rough and dominate that night.

He also really likes doing it in the kitchen, against the bar or on the table. Loves the way your moans echo through the house.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like stated before, the hair tugging.

If you're showing a bunch of cleavage too, he becomes a fucking dog. He'll let things slide until the end of the day. He doesn't let you take a shower until he can get you out of your clothes and show you how fucking gorgeous you are.... And how much he really likes your boobs.

I also think Bucky would really like it whenever you praise him. He spent most of his life abused, neglected and never shown love. So I think telling him that he's doing good would send him off the edge and give him butterflies. Call him a good boy in his ear and he'll fucking die.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If this is Bucky without the weird hydra shit still in his mind, he will refuse to get super over the top with you when it comes to bdsm. I mean like, as in the slapping and the choking. I think that would be a no go for him. He cannot stand the idea of purposefully hurting you for his own pleasure. It makes all that winter soldier guilt come back to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Oral sex my beloved.

Listen honey, Bucky Barnes is a pussy eating expert. You love it, he fucking loves it, it's perfect, really. He also enjoys receiving it, but he definitely love the award if giving you oral a lot more better.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Okay what year we talking? 1940's? 1991? 2014? 2016? 2018? 2025? It depends on where he is mentally. He can be really slow and sensual if he wants to, but he has to have a mix between being fast and slow. I like to describe it, as Peter Steele of Type O Negative would describe it, slow deep and hard.

If we're talking CATWS or CACW Bucky, I think he'd be an absolute fucking control freak and go absolute ham on that shit like a freight train ( sick ass bucky Barnes reference. ) He's so used to submitting to hydra, and he needs to let out his pain, anger and needs to be in control of something, so he takes control of you. Fast and hard, absolutely no mercy with that shit.

But if we're talking 1940s or Bucky after the events of infinity war, I think he'd definitely still have that rough/mean vibe, but he's just so sweet with you at the same time. He starts off slow, progresses into going fast, then slows back down towards the end. If that makes sense.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They happen a lot more often than he'd like, and thats mostly just because the both of you are always so busy. He would like them to be longer, but he knows it's the only time he has with you so he cherishes it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. Yes. Yes.

In the workplace, yes.

In the car, yes.

Now if we're talking bdsm stuff, he's always making sure you are 100% into it and is always reminding you that you can always back out if you need to. He rarely takes risks when it comes to bdsm stuff, and he's always making sure he's prepared with the things he needs, but also that you're prepared for it mentally.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a fucking super soldier. That man has been in fights longer than all the lord of the rings movies combined. He can go on from 7pm to 6am, the only question is: " can you? " One round feels like, not enough for him. But honestly, it just depends on how intense it is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think Bucky would be interested in sex toys. He's more traditional though because that's what he's used to. But maybe he likes watching you use them on yourself?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bucky Barnes is the definition of sexually unfair. His foreplay is super long, and he has to make sure your panting, pent up and basically begging for him to fuck you before he actually does. He likes to touch you through your panties. He doesn't let you touch yourself, and when you do, he restricts your hands for a bit. He just really likes to hear you beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's is very loud In bed. He encourages you to be loud too. He grunts a lot. Like a lot. Moans whenever you claw at his back or tug on his hair.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character )

I'll give you more than one.

Likes his women older. There aren't exactly a lot of women out there over the age 100.

Also really loves to help you out with random things, even if it's just getting the milk out if the fridge. He's ready to comply.

His flesh hand is really fucked up. There's a lot of really deep cuts on them and callouses. His skin is dry and cracked. But nonetheless, his really good with his hands.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Forearm hair goes crazy. Same thing with his chest. He's an absolute beef cake. Wide waist, big arms, man tits also go crazy.

Now when it comes to his winter solider, I'd say he goes a bit above 6 3/4 inches. So almost 7 but not quite ( when erect. ) Veins go crazy. It's not too dark, in fact, there's a little bit of a pink tint to it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty normal. Maybe when he was younger ( during his Sargeant days ) it was a lot higher than it is now, which makes sense. But he's always busy so he doesn't have time for it.

But that doesn't mean he isn't thinking about it. Wink wonk.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

Not quick at all. Bucky is an awful insomniac, so he always ends up in going to sleep hours after you do. In fact, sex does nothing but energize him. He's always asking if he can do this and that for you after sex and you always end up on being so exhausted that you tell him to just sit down.

[daydreamgoddess14]

💫 For Your Consideration - Act 1 💫

actor!Bucky x fem!actress!Reader (no use of y/n, l/n, reader is not described in any great detail. I save that for the gowns 💃)

Warnings: Hollywood AU, language, internet nasties, flirty!Bucky, a little power imbalance, age-gap (Bucky is around 40, actress reader is closer to 30 or younger if you prefer 🤭)... more to be added later.

Bucky Barnes, the suave and talented leading man of the 'Winter Soldier' movie series, finds himself on the red carpet circuit during awards season with his latest film 'The Howling Commandos'. But the season takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with a mesmerizing newcomer - the actress who has become the talk of Tinseltown with her captivating performance in her most recent film. Sparks fly as they navigate silly season in Hollywood, with a spotlight on their every move will their chemistry ignite a real life romance?

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SEPTEMBER 2025

You hadn't known what to expect. 

Sure, you'd done your fair share of press nights, television awards, red carpets and ceremonies, even the occasional movie premiere where (inexplicably) minor b, c and d-listers were invited.

You'd rubbed shoulders with the winners of Love Island, or the quarter finalists of The Voice, wide eyed and looking at each other like you were equally surprised to have been invited to these things.

Toronto was at a whole other level. 

You’d miraculously been recognised in a public gym class at your hotel that morning, but other than that you’d been able to blend in like the millions of other tourists. 

The studio had ‘loaned’ you the same stylist who’d handled the small flurry of media activity when you’d first been cast in the movie. Becka had been in Toronto ahead of you and had slotted into the third pillar of moral support alongside Dani and Lulu. She’d already taken Lulu with her to track down a selection of outfits to last the week, while you and Dani had been picked up to attend an opening weekend welcome lunch. 

Faces of people you’d only ever seen on TV and the big screen breezed past you both while you stayed glued to the wall.

“You should say hello to someone,” Dani muttered into her mimosa.

“If I knew anyone…” you grimaced. You scanned the room again, hoping to see someone, anyone from your movie. “They sent me here to die,” you lamented with a frown.

“Ahh, none of that,” Dani chastised, taking your hand in her own soft palm. “Look at me, this is fine. You entertain strangers all day, every day. This is just an extension of that. Now breathe, smile, relax.” 

You did as she asked.

“God, your skin looks incredible,” you marvel, “only you could get off a ten hour flight looking like that.” 

“Come on, silly. Let’s at least have a walk around the room and look like we belong here.” She tucked her hand into the bend of your elbow, and nudged you along. “That’s Sam Wilson,” she whispered under her breath, “he’s Bucky Barnes’ agent, and that’s Joaquin Torres with him.”

You looked briefly as Wilson embraced Torres in a huge hug, both of them smiling widely. Distracted, you didn’t notice Dani slip ahead of you to avoid bumping into anyone, leaving you to walk straight into the next person to cross your path.

“Oh, shit,” you hissed, barely managing to keep hold of your glass. A warm hand with a tight grip held your elbow as the collision threatened to send you to the floor.

“You should watch where you’re walking,” a familiar voice chided. 

The gruff tone of the Winter Soldier star, Bucky Barnes, was surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. He’d taken a step back out of your personal space, his eyes locked on your face as he waited for you to respond.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, aghast. “I’m really so sorry.”

You stumbled back another step, his hand leaving your elbow.

His eyes narrowed, studying you. 

He seemed more curious than annoyed at your embarrassment.

You, on the other hand, turned to retreat quickly with eyes like saucers. 

Behind you, Dani had traced her steps back to find you and on seeing Bucky, gave an unintentional squeak of surprise. She clapped one hand over her mouth, the other seeking out yours. 

Her gaze darted between you and Bucky. 

He gave her a cursory glance before his eyes slid back to you, taking in the flush on your cheeks and the tension in your shoulders. He wondered absently why he found himself unable to look away.

Dani tugged lightly on your hand.

“Please, excuse me,” you breathed, your voice far braver and stronger than you’d expected it to be.

He nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t reply, watching as Dani led you away through the throng of producers, agents and PR reps. Bucky found himself still watching the space you’d previously occupied, his usually stern expression slightly softer than normal.

“Ladies fallin’ at your feet again, old man?” Sam grinned, giving Bucky’s shoulder a gentle shake.

Bucky rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his drink.

“Shut it, Wilson,” he muttered. Sam laughed, clearly enjoying Bucky’s discomfort.

“Ah, come on, Barnes,” he teased. ”Can’t handle a couple of adoring fans? It comes with the territory, you know that.”

You’d caught the tail end of the comment before the surrounding noise had filled the air.

“Oh god,” you mumbled under your breath, glancing over your shoulder as Dani dragged you through the crowd. “I just collided with Bucky Barnes.”

Dani nodded sympathetically, her hand tightening around yours.

“Don’t worry babe, this is a big place. You probably won’t see him again.”

“You think?” You asked, your voice small and tight with the embarrassment of almost falling over in front of the hottest, most famous actor in the room.

“Sure,” she smiled, taking a glass of champagne from a passing tray and replacing your empty one with the full one. “Put it out of your head.”

You nodded.

“Right. No point worrying about it.” Your eyes darted around the room, half hoping to catch another glimpse of Bucky, half hoping to avoid any further encounters. 

It wasn’t long before you found your own group of castmates, producers and studio bodies, the memory of bumping into Bucky fading into the background. You were soon caught up in the whirlwind of conversations about upcoming projects, gossip and industry news. 

The afternoon slipped away, with Dani diligently whipping out her phone to note down the various commitments and events you were being invited to. Your schedule was becoming increasingly hectic, and the thought of everything the rest of the week had in store caused a riot of nerves in your stomach.

“You should run a side hustle as my glamorous assistant,” you teased.

“Hmm, the best organised hair stylist in the industry. Curling wand in one hand, calendar in the other.” She laughed, linking her arm through yours. 

“Thank you,” you kissed her cheek softly.

“The studio would get you an assistant, you know?”

“I think I prefer you, if you’re not too busy?”

“You’re the only one I’m here for, babe. Just make sure I have enough time to do your hair.”

You grinned at her, your heart swelling with affection.

“You’re the best. No one else is stealing you away.”

“You dragged me to Toronto,” she said as if it had been a hardship, “of course no one else is stealing me!”

Relief washed over you, having her and Lulu with you was grounding and comforting. 

You made your way towards the exit, ready for a reprieve from the hectic, whirlwind of an afternoon.

The cinema was dark, filled with a growing hum of anticipation. You’d dressed down today, in jeans and a sweater, the polar opposite of awards season glam. It was a relief to be an unknown, no one paid you any mind as you slunk down into your seat and took the popcorn box from Lulu. 

Your studio had given you tickets to the Howling Commandos premiere and panel and as the opening credits rolled, you noticed Bucky Barnes slip into the theatre and take a seat next to Yelena Belova on the front row, their heads bent as they whispered to each other. 

You tore your eyes away and concentrated on the movie.

It quickly pulled you in, the dialogue, the visuals, the acting. You could feel the tension radiating from the screen.

Two hours later, tears streaked your face, the film's emotional punches had hit just right. It had been more powerful than you anticipated and you couldn’t wait to hear from the director as the lights flicked back on.

The energy in the theatre was electric as Belova, Barnes and Torres made their way to the stage, guided by a local journalist acting as the moderator. 

You paid close attention.

You were used to a surface level of media scrutiny, the local paper outside the theatre after a show, but you had a feeling that nothing could prepare you for your own up and coming premiere.

The cast of the Howling Commandos were clearly comfortable in front of such a large audience, and played off the panel's questions with ease.

They were a joy to watch.

Insightful, witty… Belova heaped praise on her starring actors and they responded in kind. 

They left you in awe. 

You'd crept forwards, onto the edge of your seat. 

“And what are you guys looking forward to seeing over the next few days?” The moderator asked curiously. 

“The Stark documentary for me,” Joaquin Torres grinned. 

“Cabaret looks so fun.” Yelena added. 

“For me, it's Cabaret and also the new John Walker movie,” Bucky said with a smirk, the audience erupted into laughter at the mention of his box office rival and Winter Soldier co-star. 

“Musical fans, huh? Think we might see you in a musical one day?”

Bucky scoffed.

“God no, no one wants to hear me sing,” he laughed. The audience vehemently disagreed, as did Yelena. 

“She's gonna put you in one,” Torres laughed, slapping Bucky on the back.

“She can try!”

“I'm gonna write it next,” she teased. 

From far up in the auditorium, you could see the tops of Bucky’s ears pink. 

Next to you, Lulu's hand reached for yours, gripping tightly and leaving crescent moon shapes on your palm. 

“He's coming to see your movie tomorrow,” she hissed. 

“Of course he's not, he's just saying that to be polite. He probably can't even go and get a coffee without getting mobbed. How's he going to sit in a movie theatre?” You fobbed her off but her words lingered in your mind. 

The panel concluded its questions, and the auditorium burst into applause. 

The cast was shepherded out of the room, fans already gathering, eager to catch a glimpse of their favourite actors.

You slipped through the crowded space, trying to stay out of the way. Lulu was ahead of you, navigating her way out of the area, and Dani stayed right behind you. 

It was highly unlikely you’d be recognised here, but you'd already begun to notice an uptick in the number of people doing a double take when they saw you, from the girl in your gym class that morning, to the barista at the coffee shop at lunchtime.

You couldn't help but notice that the thin veil of anonymity you had enjoyed was quickly slipping away. With your own movie premiere just around the corner, you knew it was only a matter of time before your face was plastered everywhere.

“Sit still please,” Lulu breathed, her face millimeters from yours and pinched in concentration as she applied false lashes to your own.

You did as she asked and tried not to look past her at the outfit Becka was steaming. The first of three, one for morning interviews, one for the premiere and one for the party your studio was hosting that night. Next to Lulu, Dani unfurled her case of equipment.

“Hair up or down?” She asked, not you though, she was asking Becka.

Becka took a moment to examine the outfits.

“Can we do up today and have it down later tonight?”

“That’s fine, I can style it loosely so it’s easy to take down this evening.”

“It’s so exciting!” Lulu giggled. She finished the lashes and stood up straight, stretching her back.

“Scary exciting,” you corrected her. “My butterflies have got butterflies.”

She switched places with Dani who squeezed your shoulder before brushing through your hair.

“Just be yourself and have fun,” she chimed in. 

Easier said than done.

You embraced the interviews, your confidence growing with each publication. It was a relief to know you’d done all you could to support your movie and to give it the hype - and the premiere - you felt it deserved.

The girls had gone ahead of you to the theatre, leaving you to walk the red carpet alone.

Your co-stars took you under their wing. 

Despite it being your face (and ass) on the billboards, there were relatively few flashes from the photographers.

“They’ll regret sleeping on this moment, love,” your charming movie love interest, Steve Rogers told you warmly from a few steps further along the carpet. 

“Doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” you smiled, “I think I prefer them not caring who I am.”

“Spoken like a true star in the making,” he moved to your side and the photographers went into a frenzy, “they’ll be fighting for your attention soon enough.”

Steve offered you his arm and you took it gratefully, leaving the red carpet behind and heading into the theatre. 

It was a bigger auditorium than the one the previous night for the Howling Commandos movie, but yours was there on a much bigger budget and with a well known director attached.

You squeezed Steve's arm, slightly hesitant to follow him, but he pulled you along and into the room.

A cheer went up through the room at the sight of you both and you scanned the crowd for a glimpse of the girls as the lights began to fade. Just as you gave up hope of spotting them, you saw Dani’s hand fly into the air and wave. You blew her a quick kiss and sat down. 

You could hear the murmurs of anticipation in the darkness, rustles of people shifting in their seats and getting comfortable. 

This was the first time you would see the finished product - the final edit of the film you’d poured your soul into, upended your entire life for. 

You were nervous at seeing yourself on screen, but there was also a thread of excitement, making your heart race. 

This was the kind of life changing event that you, and others in your circumstances, had always talked about. 

And yes, it could all be over by this time tomorrow. 

The movie could flop, and you’d go back to being one of the nuns on the Sister Act tour, or one of the Mean Girls.

Your company would welcome you back with plenty of gin and hugs, and life would go on. 

But for this night, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you wanted to soak it all in.

As the film unravelled before you, you hardly recognised yourself on screen. 

The movie transported you, your memories of filming and rehearsals merging with the outcome you were now finally watching. 

An overwhelming sense of pride filled you.

When the screen went black and the credits rolled, the audience erupted into a deafening applause. 

It drowned out everything around you and you could barely hear the moderator call you to the stage for the panel.

As you lined up on the stage, the applause slowly died down. 

The host smiled warmly.

“Welcome, and congratulations! It seems like these guys are pretty happy with the movie!”

Cheers and shouts filled the room again. 

“Thank you so much!” Steve called out to the audience.

“We'll come to our leading lady first of all, huge experience for you, how's it feel?” She asked you excitedly.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words to describe the mix of emotions coursing through you. It was hard to articulate something that was so difficult to explain, it all felt so alien to you. 

“Gosh, it's crazy!” You exclaimed happily. “I'm blown away by all the support - I can't thank you enough.”

The audience cheered in response to your heartfelt gratitude, the energy in the room sky high.

“Now, for those who don't know, you're an accomplished stage performer, how different was this to your usual?” The moderator asked.

You took a moment to consider the question. 

“It's definitely a different experience. Theater is live, it's raw and in the moment - no redos or do overs,” you explained, pausing for a breath.

“You say that, but is it true you sang each take live?” she queried. 

“Yeah, I didn't realise until a few takes in that I didn't have to belt it out every time,” you admitted sheepishly.

There was a murmurer of laughter through the audience. You laughed with them, your cheeks turning pink at the revelation.

“Oh, your poor voice! I can only guess how your throat must have felt after a few takes on those songs.” 

The questions progressed quickly through updating the original musical for a modern audience and the casting process before the host wrapped up with some more lighthearted queries. 

“Were there any other inspirations both you and the production team drew on aside from the movie and the stage show?” She asked. 

“Absolutely, for me in particular I watched a lot of Chicago, Sweet Charity, Burlesque… movies with incredible choreography and those instantly recognisable songs.”

“Well it certainly shows, the movie blends seamlessly into the modern era,” the host encouraged. 

“It does, I think it helps that it was already such a forward-thinking show to begin with. The themes really are timeless.” Steve added. 

“And finally, have you had a chance to see any of the movies being shopped around yet?”

“I'm seeing the Stark documentary tomorrow,” Steve offered.

“And I saw Howling Commandos yesterday,” you smiled. 

“How was it?”

“A masterpiece. I cried through the whole thing. The cast were incredible -”

“Bucky Barnes, right?” She interrupted and the audience in your theatre cheered loudly. You nodded in agreement. 

“He was… beautiful to watch. And so lucky to work with Yelena Belova, she's a visionary.”

The host thanked you and the rest of the cast, and the event security appeared from the wings, ready to prevent the audience from rushing down to the stage and mobbing the cast. 

From your vantage point, you could see Dani sitting about halfway back in the auditorium, waving enthusiastically. 

You caught her eye and waved back, the brightness of the auditorium lights now illuminating her features clearly. 

The man sitting directly in front of her seemed a little bewildered by your exchange, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and curiosity.

He appeared familiar, but the baseball cap he was wearing hid most of his face from your view. 

You found yourself squinting, trying to get a better look at him. 

The man's shoulders looked broad and toned, his frame solid. As you leaned slightly to the side to get a better angle, the man jerked his head up, noticing your curious gaze.

Bucky Barnes remained unphased and held your gaze for a moment without blinking, challenging you to make a scene by drawing attention to him. 

After what felt like an eternity, he winked, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sly smirk. 

You felt your cheeks heat up under the bright lights, and embarrassed, tore your eyes away from him, focusing your attention back on the studio PR rep who was outlining the plan for the short meet-and-greet sessions and the after-party event following the screening.

Your heart thundered in your chest, your mouth suddenly dry but your hands clammy.

It felt inevitable that you’d run into Bucky again - though hopefully figuratively rather than literally - the Hollywood press was in a frenzy, hyping up the impact that both movies would have on the upcoming awards season.

Anticipation coiled and twisted in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again, and the very real possibility of talking to him. You’d be lying if you said the notion didn’t exhilarate you.

[jobean12-blog]

His to Keep

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 3,626

Summary: You've been working for Bucky for almost a year and although you know there's so much more to him than just owning the club, you can't help but be drawn to him as he's drawn to you.

Author's Note: Just more mob!Bucky because I love him so! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: light mentions of v-i-olen-c-e and angst, but mostly sweetness and softness, tension and flirting, and d-o-m and obse-ssi-ve Bucky.

The piercing shot rings out, and before the echoing sound even dies, Bucky’s running. Your high-pitched scream pierces the air and he silently prays for your safety, his long legs moving so fast time seems suspended.

When he reaches the hallway, there’s a small group of employees gathered by the doorway, their expression filled with shock and horror.

They part without question as he approaches, rushing into the room and ignoring the violence that so blatantly fills it. His blue eyes search for you and finally his heart starts beating again when he sees you unharmed.

You’re crouched in the corner, eyes wide with terror as you take in the slumped over man in the chair, his tailored and expensive suit now stained red.  

Bucky’s men immediately follow his orders to handle the situation but his attention never leaves you.

With slow steps he approaches you, holding his hands out and speaking your name softly. When your eyes lock with his the first tear slides down your cheek and he nearly crumbles to his knees, his heart shattering.

He gathers you into his arms with such a gentle grace, as if you’ll break and ushers you toward his office. With a nudge of his toe he opens the door and sets you down in his large leather chair. Carefully he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over you, tucking it above your shoulders.

His eyes are laser focused on you as he fills a crystal glass with whiskey and forces it into your shaky hand.

“Drink this.”

You glance at it unseeingly, lost in your head, replaying what you just witnessed over and over.

He lifts the glass with a gentle touch and when it reaches your lips you drink reflexively. He waits until you finish all of it.

Taking a silk handkerchief out of his breast pocket, he kneels down in front of you, his hands moving with slow trepidation, but still you try to intercept it.

“Let me,” he orders. “Please doll.”

The second set of words come out softer and your hands fall to your lap.

He cleans your face of tears, his touch delicate and reverent and you can feel his warm breath fan your cheek as his thumb chases a stray tear that slips toward your mouth.

“Doll,” he whispers roughly, emotion clogging his voice.

Your wet lashes lift and you meet his eyes, your breath catching at what you see. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable. His usual façade of unrivaled power and unrelenting dominance gone, replaced by a haunting look of dread.

“James?”

At the sound of his name on your lips his jaw clenches, his controlled restraint slowly slipping away with his mask and every moment he spends so close to you. He needs you to feel you. Your warm and soft skin, your pulsing heartbeat, your lips, every curve…

But he would never take advantage of you, especially after what just happened.

“Let me take you home.”

You nod and easily fall into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as he escorts you toward the exit.

When your soft sheet hits your shoulder you sigh, snuggling closer to your pillow as Bucky tucks you in. You had argued lightly when he told you to shower but now that you’re warm and clean you feel marginally better.

He pauses at the door as you fall asleep, knowing he can’t leave you here alone, instead sinking into your make up chair in the corner of the room, watching vigilantly as you succumb to slumber.

A week later you’re determined to leave your house, wanting to get back to work, even if it means facing the demons of that night. And you want to see him again. You’ve missed him, even though you know he’s never very far away.

He watches from his hidden vantage point as you close your car door and start the engine. He doesn’t need the GPS tracker he had installed on your car to tell him where you’re headed, but he turns it on anyway.

His own car starts, black and sleek in a nondescript way. He easily catches up to you, maintaining a safe distance behind you so you don’t notice him.

He phones Steve who’s working the back door of the club. “She’ll be arriving soon. Escort her in.”

Steve makes a small sound of acknowledgement and hangs up, promptly moving outside to wait for you.

Once Bucky is satisfied Steve has you covered he makes a sharp turn off the main road and takes the back streets toward his club. He needs to be there before you. Ready and waiting.

Before you even turn your car off, Steve is at the door, opening it and guarding you with his body.

In his office, Bucky waits, checking the crowd through the one-way glass that overlooks the floor. Security has been upgraded, covering every inch of his club to ensure nothing like what happened last week ever happens again.

Everything in the club looks to be running smoothly…not that he would have it any other way. All his endeavors are done with the utmost care and cunning precision. He wouldn’t be able to run this club any other way let alone the whole damn city.

He scans the floor until his eyes land on you and as if you can feel his gaze, your eyes glance up to the window where you know he’s standing.

The connection that’s been growing between you two for the past year has only been solidified since the unfortunate event that took place last week. He knew in that moment that he would do anything for you. Die to protect you.

Since the instant you walked into his club to apply for the job as manager he knew you were special. And having you work for him has been the sweetest torture. Day after day he watches you excel at your job, handle everything thrown your way with ease and professionalism, even the scummy clientele that try to lay hands on you.

No one touches what belongs to him and only the ones that don’t know who he is try. But they soon find out how big of a mistake they’ve made.

Steve alerts Bucky that you’re on your way up to his office.

The knock on his office door makes his heart skip a beat and even though he’s dressed impeccably he smooths his hand down his chest, adjusting his tie in the process.

“Come in.”

You crack the door open and peek in.

“Hi James. Steve said I could come up?”

At your questioning tone, Bucky smiles.

“You never have to ask to see me doll. You’re welcome to anytime.”

You smile softly and walk in, shutting the door behind you. With a slow saunter you move toward his desk and perch yourself on the edge near his chair.

He finds it hard to concentrate the moment you’re close. Even though you try to keep a cool demeanor, your body is inviting in its posture and your eyes devour every inch of him.

“Thank you for seeing me James,” you start. “I wanted to…”

Before you can finish he leans closer, a gentle interruption with his consuming presence.  “First of all, call me Bucky. I’m only James to everyone else. And as I said before, I would love to see you anytime you want doll.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning toward him as if you’re pulled by some invisible string. “That’s actually why I’m here. I wanted to thank you.”

“For?” he asks, his eyebrows raised as a small smile pulls at his lips.

Your eyes drop to his mouth before your lips part to speak again.

“Taking such good care of me last week and rescuing me.”

“I hardly rescued you doll. I’ll never forgive myself for putting you in that situation and the fact that I wasn’t there to protect you will haunt me forever. I never wanted you to see this side of my…business.”

You pull your gaze away from his mouth and study his face. He’s beautiful. His large blue eyes framed by dark and long lashes and his perfectly shaped jaw surrounding a mouth with lips you dream about tasting.

“It’s ok…”

“No.” he says, his tone harsh.

His face crumples when he sees your eyes widen at his gruffness.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly recovers. “That’s not meant to be toward you…if anything had happened to you…”

You tentatively reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb softly brushing over the dark stubble that lines it.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I know you would never hurt me.”

His eyes are locked on yours, the tension between you palpable. You unconsciously trace your lips with your tongue, drawing his attention. He moves closer, closing the distance and resting his elbows on his spread thighs.

“Anything you want from me. Anything at all. You need but to ask and it’s yours.”

“Jame…Bucky, thank you.”

He visibly preens when you say ‘Bucky,’ and it makes you smile, triumph alight in your eyes.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do…?” you ask, looking at him from under your lashes.

“Nothing. You’re perfect. However, I’d like to ask you something.”

His words peek your interest and you inch closer, knowing after today there’s no turning back from this. From him.

“Dinner. I want you to have dinner with me doll.”

“That wasn’t a question,” you say teasingly, even as you drag your teeth over your bottom lip. “More of an order.”

“Mm, you’re right,” he winks. “Either way, I think your answer is going to be yes.”

“Like a date?” you question, your grin widening.

“Yes. A date.”

“What will everyone else say when they find out you’re dating your employee?”

Your question has his features hardening ever so slightly, but not at you.

“No one will say a word about it. I can assure you of that.”

You audibly swallow as you take him in, focusing on the way you feel about him, not what he’s capable of.

“I’d love to have dinner with you Bucky.”

He visibly relaxes and a genuine smile graces his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes in such an endearing way you nearly swoon off the desk.

“Good. Then let’s eat.”

You giggle. “Now? I thought you meant you were going to pick me up, you know, I’d get all dressed and then you take me out.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give you time to reconsider.”

Reluctantly, but with a smirk, he pushes on his heels and rolls his chair away from you, grabbing his cell. He orders a spread of food from one of his restaurants, then sits back down.

“Sit,” he says, motioning to the chair across from him.

When you do he slides closer, framing you with his spread legs and caging you in with his thighs.

“So now that this is dinner, tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.”

“Hmm,” you muse, tapping your chin.

You fall into easy and comfortable conversation, sharing more about your past. Bucky listens intently, hanging on to every word and prodding gently with well thought out questions.

A knock at the door surprises you both and you can see Bucky’s body tense. He was so immersed in you he lost sight of any possible dangers, forgetting his surroundings. He mentally berates himself, tucking that away and vowing to be more mindful, if only to keep you safe.

Thankfully, it’s only the dinner delivery.

He takes the food and moves to the casual seating area of his office, placing the food down on the coffee table. You follow him and sit on the floor.

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes wandering over your form before he follows suit with a light shrug.

“Have you ever sat on the floor to eat dinner?” you ask playfully.

“Not that I recall,” he answers, serving you food.

You both laugh and dig into the delicious dinner.

After your impromptu dinner date you and Bucky continue to dance around each other at work.  The connection is strong, the pull between you taut with intense heat and longing. You can always feel his presence, his eyes on you, but it’s not uncomfortable at all, in fact, it makes you feel safe.

Later that week as you’re leaving your yoga class you feel someone following you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end but when you hear the instructor’s familiar voice you relax slightly and turn to say hello.

“Hi Matt.”

He greets you warmly and falls into step next to you as you walk toward your cars. The conversation is light at first but then he starts to complain about his girlfriend and how their relationship is failing. You begin to feel uncomfortable and as if sensing it, Matt drops his head.

“I’m sorry. Enough of my drama. I just need to move on I think.”

You take that as your cue to leave and start to say your goodbye but he keeps talking, chasing after you as you move toward your car.

“Hey, how is work going?”

“Uh..good, really good, thanks.”

Matt continues firing questions at you and your eyes dart around the darkened parking lot, quietly searching for Steve or one of Bucky’s other men.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Matt says, the words pulling your from your spiraling thoughts.

You step back to gain space and before you can answer, there’s a loud clanging noise as the door of the gym next door slams shut.

A big and broad silhouette comes into view and both you and Matt automatically look over.

Steve’s large frame moves closer and you sigh in relief.

“Hey Steve,” you chime, taking a step toward him.

Steve respectfully keeps his distance while also always keeping you protected.

“Ready to go?” Steve asks as he glares at Matt.

“Yes,” you answer, waving at Matt.

Matt blinks several times, clearly confused at Steve’s arrival but grudgingly says his goodbye and shuffles off to his car.

“I was looking for you Steve,” you say once Matt is out of ear shot.

“I’m sorry it took me longer than usual. I was on a call,” he apologies.

“It’s ok,” you say with a soft pat to his shoulder. “Just glad you’re here.”

“I always am.”

When you look at him with curious eyes his own go wide. “Well…not always of course. Bucky would have my head, but I just meant…”

You throw your head back with laughter. “I know Steve. The first few months I thought I was just crazy but when I realized it was just you trailing me and keeping me safe I felt better.”

Steve gives you a more relaxed smile and opens your car door.

“Um Steve,” you say softly as you sit. “Do you think maybe…we could keep this just between us? Matt’s not really a bad guy. I think he’s just having a rough time. I’m sure everything would have been just fine.”

Steve’s mouth turns down in a frown. “You know I can’t do that.”

With a sigh you reply, “I knew you were going to say that.”

Steve’s lips lift into a wry smile. “When it comes to his girl he wants to know everything.”

“Is that so?” you ask, narrowing your eyes. “Should I start keeping a diary so I can report in every second of every day.”

“Well, you probably don’t need to go that far, but…”

Your lips purse but when you see his expression morph into one of sheepishness for the second time that night you decide to let it go and take it up with Bucky himself.

Back home, Steve walks you to your door.

“Do you want to come in? Need a snack or drink?” you ask.

He doesn’t take a single step closer and shakes his head once.

“He’s on his way now.”

“Bucky’s on his way?” you squeak. “Shit. I need to change and tidy up!”

At your use of ‘Bucky’ Steve genuinely grins. The action catches you off guard but you realize that Bucky wasn’t lying when he said no one calls him that but you. With another flurry of thanks and goodnights you bid farewell to Steve, even though you know he’ll just be sitting outside in his SUV until Bucky arrives.

You prepare for your shower, determined to keep your head once he gets there and get some definitive answers from him.

At his knock, you open the door with a tentative smile.

“Doll face,” he greets, his voice deep and intense.

“Bucky,” you echo. “Would you like to come in.”

“Please,” he answers and brushes past you.

Just the delicate touch of his hand as he walks by sends goosebumps skittering across your skin.

“I’m sure you already know about what Steve did tonight,” you say as you walk into your living room.

“Of course,” he answers.

You look over your shoulder and narrow your eyes.

“Want something to drink?”

“Do you have whiskey?” he asks.

“No whiskey, just red or white wine and water. Take it or leave it.”

At your sassy tone his eyebrows raise every so slightly.

“Water is fine, thank you. And want to tell me what that sassiness is about.”

After you get two glasses of water you sit on the couch across from him, leveling him with your best glare.

“How long have you had Steve following me?” you ask him.

“You’re very observant,” he states.

“That’s not an answer,” you continue with sass. “And I’ve been paying attention. You know I have. But mostly to you.”

Your confession satisfies him. You can see it in the way he lifts his chin and his eyes glitter.

“I want you to fill me in Bucky.”

“On?” he asks as his arm falls over the back of the couch and his fingers ghost over your shoulder, mostly bare in your thin tank top.

“Bucky.”

You mean it to come out more demanding, but it’s breathy and your body shivers at his touch.

“Are you sure? You were pretty freaked out by what you learned last time you got a glimpse behind my curtain. And rightfully so.”

“Tell me. I trust you and I want to give us a chance.”

He takes a deep breath and shares as much as he can without putting you in any more danger.

“Why do all of this though? Do you have men following everyone that works for you? Why did Steve call me your girl?”

“Two of these questions have the same answer. From the moment I saw you I wanted you to be mine and after the incident earlier this month and I almost lost you, it became an overwhelming feeling.”

His fingers press into your skin as he glides them down your arm.

“And no. I don’t have men on anyone else that works for me. I keep them safe of course. But just you. Always you.”

His hand leaves your arm and he strokes his thumb along your jaw. You lean into his touch and sigh out his name.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmurs. “Fuck doll, I’ve been so patient.”

He presses the pad of his finger to your lips, tracing their softness.

“But with every breath I take, I think of you. Every beat of my heart, I want you.”

The moment stretches in sweet torture before you place a hand on his cheek.

“I want you t…”

Before the words are fully out of your mouth he’s on you, dragging you into his lap and grinding his hips up as he grabs the back of your neck and steals your breath.

You press closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you lightly scratch your nails over his scalp before your hands fall to his chest and you start to tug at his tie.

Your lips leave his and you trail kisses along his jaw, stopping just below his ear before tracing the muscular column of his neck.

He hisses out a curse and tightens his grip. You smile into his skin and loosen his tie. You’ve barely gotten it undone when his large hand lands on your ass cheek. The sting makes you moan and rock your hips but in a flash your eyes are on his, your chin caught between his thumb and forefinger.

You take in his appearance as he stares at you. His usually pristine shirt now wrinkled, the buttons at the top hanging open and his loose tie dangling messily. His normally untouched hair is tousled, wild from your fingers and his control is clearly wavering with every heaving breath he takes.

You don’t waste another second and this time you kiss him, pressing your softness against every hard plane of his body, maximizing every bit of contact as you try to pin him to the back of the couch. You nibble into his bottom lip and then swallow the sound of his satisfied growl.

“Doll,” he starts, and you hear the questioning tone of his voice.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Fill me and make me yours.”

For a split second you see surprise flash across his features but he instantly recovers with a smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for his, how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me,” he murmurs, his body rigid with his restraint. “And remember, you asked for this. I’m going to give you everything.”  

His words are a dark promise, one you hold onto with every fiber of your being.

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[jumbled-messy-confused]

Cold Winds and Silent Gestures

Fragments of Light

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Summary:

In the silence of a frigid night, one Grisha stands watch while the other trembles in his sleep. A silent act of care, a wordless understanding—sometimes, the smallest of gestures carry the heaviest weight.

They made camp in a small, almost forgotten corner of the world. The moon was bright, casting a cold, silvery light over the trees and the weary group of Grisha. A canopy of thick clouds hung low over the dark trees, blotting out the stars, and the air was crisp with the scent of oncoming snow. The wind was sharp, biting, and the world felt empty, save for the occasional restless shuffle of the horses, who had been pushed as far as they could go. No fires were lit—too dangerous this close to enemy territory. The only warmth came from the thick woollen cloaks and blankets each Grisha huddled beneath. The cold had crept deep into Fedyor’s bones while he slept, making his limbs feel heavy and stiff as Ivan nudged him awake for his watch. There were no words exchanged—none were needed. Ivan’s eyes were as tired as his own, dark and unreadable under the shadows of his fur-lined papakha. Fedyor groaned softly, rubbing his face before pulling his own cloak tighter around himself. Additionally, he wrapped his blanket over his shoulders for extra warmth. His joints ached not only from the cold, but from the long days and nights at the front, and his body protested as he forced himself to stand.

The camp was quiet. Too quiet, the kind of silence that normally made Fedyor uneasy after weeks of fighting, where it often meant something worse was lurking. But tonight, it felt different. It was the stillness of exhaustion. The quiet of men and women who had given everything and had nothing left. As he walked, Fedyor allowed his mind to wander, though it kept circling back to the same point: They were almost home. Just one more day. The Little Palace—its warm halls, the sense of security, the familiarity of it all—was just out of reach. He clung to that thought, hoping it would help chase away the chill that had settled into him, though it did little to ease the knot of worry he carried.

As Fedyor made his way through the camp, his eyes swept over the sleeping forms, checking on each one out of habit. His gaze landed on General Kirigan, lying apart from the others. And the sight of him made Fedyor pause. The General always slept with one eye open, or so it seemed. His presence was iron-clad, even in rest. Untouchable. But tonight, there was a fragility in him that Fedyor had never seen before. He was trembling.

Fedyor stopped in his tracks, staring. Kirigan—the man who commanded the shadows, who always appeared unshakable—was visibly shivering. He was lying on his side, his cloak and blanket pulled tightly around him, but it clearly wasn’t enough to keep the cold at bay. Fedyor’s stomach tightened in concern. Kirigan never showed weakness. Never. Yet here he was, trembling like a leaf caught in this bitter wind. Fedyor stepped closer, his breath misting in the cold air. Kirigan’s usually composed features were drawn tight in exhaustion. His dark hair, usually immaculate, was tousled, and his brow was furrowed in discomfort. His cheekbones, sharp under the dim light of the moon, seemed even more hollowed than usual, a testament to the weeks of relentless strain. There was something so human about him in that moment, so fragile, that it almost didn’t seem real. This was the man who led armies, who held Ravka together by sheer will. His lips were slightly parted, his breaths shallow and uneven, the telltale signs of a man too cold and too exhausted to wake. Fedyor had never seen him like this.

For a moment, he simply stared. It was unsettling to see the General—his General—so vulnerable. He had witnessed the man take wounds without so much as a wince, had watched him stand unshaken amidst horrors that would break lesser men. But this—this quiet suffering, this simple display of exhaustion—it unnerved him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

Fedyor pulled the thick woollen blanket from his shoulders and shrugged off his cloak, the cold biting into him almost immediately. Yet he didn’t hesitate. He carefully spread the warm garments over Kirigan, layering them atop the General’s own. Kirigan didn’t stir, didn’t even so much as flinch. It said everything about his current state that he hadn’t woken. Saints, Fedyor thought, he must be utterly exhausted. He could feel his heart clench with concern. They had all been pushed to their limits, but Kirigan more than any of them. Thankfully, the tremors in his body eased slightly as the added warmth took effect, and Fedyor watched as Kirigan’s brow smoothed out, his face relaxing just a little.

Fedyor lingered for a moment longer, his eyes still on Kirigan’s face. Without the usual sharpness in his gaze, he looked almost peaceful. Almost. But there were dark circles under his eyes, etched deep from too many sleepless nights. His hands were curled into fists under the blanket, as though even in rest he couldn’t fully let go of the battles he fought. He’s given too much of himself, Fedyor thought, a flicker of worry sparking again. We all have. But him, most of all.

Rising silently to his feet, Fedyor pulled his Kefta around him tighter, the wind biting at him now more fiercely without the extra layers. He glanced down one last time at Kirigan, whose breathing had evened out, and felt a strange sense of relief. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something.

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Morning came slowly, the sky lightening to a dull gray. The cold was just as sharp as the night before, the wind no less biting. Fedyor stirred the Grisha awake, his voice quiet but firm as he moved from person to person. The General blinked groggily as he approached, his dark eyes clouded with sleep as they opened. For a moment, he seemed disoriented, his gaze drifting to the blanket that wasn’t his, then to the cloak that had somehow found its way on top of him.

There was a flicker of recognition. He knew.

Kirigan didn’t speak, but the look he gave Fedyor was enough. A simple nod—tired, but grateful.

Fedyor only smiled softly, bending to retrieve his belongings, then fastened his blanket to his saddle and pulling his cloak around him once more. He could feel Ivan’s eyes on him, sharp and knowing, but no one else had noticed the small, silent exchange. The camp was already busy with the sounds of preparation, the others too preoccupied with saddling horses and readying for the final push home.

Kirigan stood slowly, his movements stiff and measured. His usual composed mask slid back into place, though Fedyor could still see the weariness in his eyes. He didn’t need to say anything. The quiet nod had been enough.

As the Grisha mounted their horses, Fedyor gave Kirigan one last glance. The General met his gaze for a brief moment before turning back to his own horse. Fedyor said nothing, just squeezed Kirigan’s arm gently as he passed. Kirigan didn’t pull away, didn’t brush him off. They understood each other, and that was all that mattered.

They were all tired. But together, they would make it home.

[jackiesnats]

Sister Barnes NSFW Alphabet

pairing: sister barnes x reader

warnings: mentions switch reader & barnes but mostly dom barnes, mentions mommy kink, mentions overstimulation and fucking on roommate paxton's bed.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Sister Barnes loves holding you after the two of you are done. She’ll tell you what a good girl you are, and she loves rubbing your skin, especially your stomach. Barnes also loves when you tell her how good she did, whether it’s when you fucked her or she was fucking you. She also prefers to hold you even if she is subbing.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Barnes loves your hands and how soft they are, but she also loves your neck. She loves biting it, especially when she’s fucking you. On herself, she loves her shoulders, especially when you’re biting them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Barnes loves to cum on your face as well as your fingers. She loves when you cum in her mouth or on her fingers, but she loves when she makes you cum when she’s fucking you with a strapon. Barnes loves seeing you clean your mess up by sucking on her fingers or sucking on her strapon after she gets done fucking you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Barnes doesn’t have many secrets; she likes being open with you. But she can’t help but think about having a threesome with you and Paxton.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She’s had some experience before being with you, but it wasn’t a lot. Now, she has a lot more, and you’re thankful she’s a very fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Missionary and spooning. She loves being able to grab at you and look at you whether you’re topping or she is. But if she had to choose between the two of them, she'd pick missionary every time. Barnes loves being able to play with your tits as well as see your face when you cum.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Barnes is usually serious at the moment. If something happens that wasn’t supposed to happen, she’s definitely stopping mid-stroke to laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Barnes never shaves or even trims. She loves her hair, especially when you rub your face in it before you eat her out.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Barnes can be romantic if it’s a special occasion, but on regular days it’s not that romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Barnes masturbates a lot more than she would like to admit, but sometimes when you’re busy she gets too horny. She’ll sometimes send you videos of her touching herself to tease you, especially when she knows you’re out in public. Texting you that she wishes her good girl was eating her out, etc. as the caption.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Anal, Recording, Waxplay, and she also likes being called “Mommy” in bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) She’s really only comfortable with having sex in the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. You’re her motivation always, whether it’s just thinking about you or when she’s looking at pictures of you (whether it’s innocent selfies or pictures of you, or pictures she’s taken of you while she was fucking you.) Or, when you’re sucking her strapon after she was done fucking you, it gets her going again.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Barnes doesn’t really have anything she would say no to, except bodily fluids. She also won’t do anything that you’re uncomfortable with or if she’s uncomfortable with.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Although she loves receiving, she prefers giving. She loves holding you down while she overstimulates you with her tongue. You taste so good to her, she can’t get enough, and given any opportunity, she’ll eat you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Barnes is always rough and fast. She loves fucking you as hard as she can, always wanting to see how much you can take.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) She’s not the biggest fan of them, but if that’s all she can get, she’s taking it. Secretly, she tries to see how fast she can make you cum each time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Barnes is always up for experimenting, especially when it’s things you want to try. She’ll also let you try out things on her so she can understand how it works before doing it to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Barnes can last so many rounds but usually stops when you get too tired. It just depends on how you’re feeling, and sometimes she’s okay with you just laying down and taking it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) She owns a few toys: a strapon, handcuffs, a blindfold, a rope paddle, a vibrator, a glass dildo, and wax candles. Barnes occasionally orders more toys to surprise you with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Barnes loves teasing you. She’ll get you going in the morning and then pull away, telling you that both of you need to get ready for the day. She loves hearing you whine and complain, telling you that you need to be patient. Unfortunately for you, she can wait all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Barnes is only a little loud when you’re fucking her. When she’s fucking you, she grunts and groans, but it’s never loud. She is a big talker when she’s fucking you, though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Has fucked you in Paxton’s bed a few times, making you admit how much of a perv you are for letting her fuck you in her roommate's bed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) She wears underwear that’s comfortable for her.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It’s so high, even further into your relationship with her. Not that you’re complaining.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Barnes falls asleep quickly once she gets her arms around you. You make her feel safe, and she just can’t help getting so sleepy.

[scarfacemarston]

Bucky Barnes A-Z Fluff Alphabet!

Feel free to send in more requests for Bucky! Please think about "liking" and reblogging! These things take time. Also, I included a lot of 1940s Bucky as a comparison.

A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)

Bucky has always been physically affectionate, but this changed after escaping his time in Hydra captivity. He's slowly beginning to experience positive touches again and quickly discovered how touch-starved he is, so physical touch is a significant way he shows affection, but there are days when he'll request not to be touched. He tries to be encouraging and complimentary, but he feels like it comes across as awkward and stilted. He'll try for quality time, but he does worry if he's overstaying his welcome. However, he does become less anxious as time goes on.

B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)

Look at Steve, for example! He's loyal to a fault. He will put his friend's well-being way beyond his own. He considers himself less of a decent friend than before, but he's wrong. He's just as great a friend as he used to be.  He's just as loyal and self-sacrificing. He will drop everything the moment you need help. The only reason he is ever distant is because he doesn't believe he's worthy of friendship, and his anxiety and depression get in the way. He will always doubt himself, but again, it improves in time.

C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)

Yes, physical touch with those he trusts is a soothing balm for him. He's always loved it when someone played with his hair, or he could hold hands, place an arm around his partner's waist - he loves it all, so loving to cuddle is really no surprise. He occasionally doesn't want to be touched, and that space is important to him, but otherwise, he'd be happy to be cuddled basically any time. It doesn't matter what position - he loves them all, but his favorite is lying on his back with your head on his chest.

D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)

In the 40s, he was expected to settle down at some point and probably would have in some form after the war. He still feels as though he has these expectations today, but it's more of a ghost memory than anything else. He'd be surprised that someone wants that with him - unless it's Steve. If it's Steve, he's not surprised at all and would consider it a continuation of their lives in Brooklyn. With a new partner, he can be convinced to settle down; he just wants to be sure that it's what you want. He knows how to clean and can cook simple meals, as we see in Romania. In the 30s and 40s, it was very much bachelor food like canned soup and a relatively clean, if not bare, apartment. Bucky can be a combination of messy and neat. It depends on his mental health. However, his residence is so devoid of decor that it's hard to make it messy. (This is seen with the comics as well.) He does improve when you move in with him. He enjoys cooking now in comparison to the 40s.

E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's very quiet but very gentle and kind about it. He doesn't expect you to understand why, and he is hard on himself for breaking it off. He is more likely to break it off because of his own self-doubt, but he does have boundaries that, if broken - he will break it off. He expects you to hate him afterward and understands if you do, but his mind will not change.

F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In the 40s, Bucky loved dating around - he wasn't a himbo, but he did enjoy pursuing different people. He didn't want to settle down yet - unless it was with Steve, which was something he didn't want to think about logistically. However, he doesn't take commitment for granted nowadays and realizes how valuable it can be. He's not sure about marriage as it's nothing he ever really thought about outside of his mother reminding him he "should" get married, but if it feels right and it's discussed, he might be convinced. 

G - Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bucky is very methodological physically and emotionally speaking. He is very tender and careful, but steady physically speaking.He is especially careful with his prosthetic. Emotionally, he is stronger than one would expect. He isn't a pushover, and will defend himself or anyone else who needs defending, but he is gentler now than before he was the Winter Soldier.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

Once there's trust between you, yes. He loves hugs. He loved them in the 40s, and he loves them now. He definitely loves to be greeted with a hug and likes to give you a hug before he leaves somewhere, like a mission or therapy. They're very firm but gentle.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take Bucky a while before he said he loved you. The problem is, he either plans how he'll say it—his preference—or accidentally blurts it out in an especially tender moment and then dies of embarrassment. I would say it takes about half a year, but it really depends on your bond. 

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

The 1940s Bucky could get quite jealous. It wasn't a toxic masculinity thing, but it was definitely something he sometimes struggled with. He was never abusive about it, EVER, but it was something that bothered him, as seen with The First Avenger. Nowadays, he's less likely to be jealous because his confidence levels are a bit lower than before, but the more robust your bond, the more likely he is to get jealous because the two of you put so much work into it. He is definitely the type to give the death glare to end all death glares, make a snide comment, or generally find a way to stay by your side. 

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

It really depends on his mood, as it does with anyone. Sometimes, he can give playful kisses, peppering them all over your face as he refuses to let go, or they can be slow and tender, full of meaning and gratefulness, or they can be scorching, searing, and passionate.

L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)

Bucky has always been good with kids, even in the 40s, and that's thanks in part to having three little sisters. We also see the children in Wakanda love him. He's very relaxed and more himself around children. In the 40s, his mother used to harass him about when he'd give her grandkids. 

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

In the 40s, it was getting up at the crack of dawn to work at the docks for 9-12 hour shifts, with him sleeping in late on the weekends. Now, he still sleeps late because he feels like he doesn't have anything else to do. However, given a routine and responsibilities like helping the Avengers or going on missions, he is more likely to keep a decent schedule. It's also his insomnia that causes him to sleep in more, but not as late as he used to. Now, he'll spend the mornings trying to coax you to stay in bed with him, whether that's through cuddles or fun. ; )

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, insomnia is his worst enemy. He tends to take late-night walks or read late into the night before staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep. Now, he does those things, but he can also enjoy sex with you, cuddling, or watching something stupid on TV. 

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bucky was semi-open about himself in the 40s, but he was actually more likely to ask about you than about him. Sure, he'd talk about his family, Steve, or his work, but that was about it. However, that was partially the toxic belief that men just don't reveal everything about themselves. Now, it's more about feeling safe to do so and what is "too much." What will chase you away? When will it happen? However, as usual, with trust, this changes, and while there is much he will never reveal, he slowly opens up. 

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He could be a bit fiery in the 40s, but nothing compared to Steve. He was a saint in comparison to Steve. His anger is more biting and calling someone out, maybe raising his voice in the 40s. Now, it's more stormy and quiet. It can be biting, though, and there are still elements of him from the 40s with snide comments - but he hates to fight and would prefer to do anything to prevent it, or if there has to be a fight - find a resolution as soon as possible.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? )

In the 40s, he tried to remember as much as he could and actually impressed people with how thoughtful he could be. He remembered everything about Steve, his sisters, and the commandos, but also things about his enemies. Nowadays, he struggles with his memory, but he sometimes writes important things in his journal so he can remember them. However, the will is there, and he tries very hard.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you watched a movie together and you put your head on his shoulder. It was the first time someone had done that to him since before he fell off the train. That moment turned into full on cuddling during the movie and he was so anxious - but giddy, that he couldn't focus on the movie.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) 

1940s Bucky was very protective in about every way imaginable, but especially in the stereotypical 1940s ways. However, Bucky now isn't entirely too different from that. The main difference is that he is a little more modern in how he views women and that he is a bit more physically protective. Unsurprisingly, he is very concerned someone from his past might harm you. He's the type that wants you to text him when you get home safely and has similar habits. Emotionally, he has no problem standing up for you. It's something he's always been good at.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)

He's always been thoughtful about dates, anniversaries, and gifts from childhood to now. He never had much money, so every penny had to count. If he couldn't buy something, he would plan extensively for just the right type of event to attend. With dates, he was a bit more traditional and knew what worked, like dinner and a movie or the carnival, but that doesn't mean he didn't put thought into it. Bucky is the same now, except perhaps even more thoughtful about it. He was always observant, but now he listens more than he talks, whereas before, it was the opposite. He may have more money now, but he prefers to put a lot of thought into what he gets you or something that can help you. Nowadays, he overthinks what he should do for a date or anniversary, but it's always wonderful even when things don't go as planned.

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

His self depreciation is pretty bad. His low self confidence also tends to get in the way of things - but it is of no fault of his own! As for an actual habit, he grinds his teeth and clenches his jaw too often giving him jaw pain. 

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Bucky could be quite vain in the 40s and spent quite a bit of time on his hair. He didn't have a choice about his appearance as the Winter Soldier and afterwards, he was too focused on survival and blending in to really care about his appearance. He is trying to get more into self care habits and rituals and you encourage him to spend time on himself, but he doesn't care like he once did. 

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Bucky was surrounded by people in the 40s so he would notice it less if his partner was gone, but he would still feel it! I just think he would bounce back quicker depending on how the relationship was while with Bucky now; he always tries to prepare for the worst and prepare himself for if you do leave him. He would survive, but he would feel like a light was extinguished.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Bucky really misses the Indiana house he had to sell. He really wanted to stay there, build a community, and potentially raise a family there, but it wasn't meant to be. (This is more comic verse-esque)

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Bucky used to be a stomach sleeper, but that quit when he joined the army. It was too uncomfortable to sleep on his stomach then. It's not as easy with his prosthetic, but he still sleeps on his stomach sometimes. (This is canon for Comic Bucky.)