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a perfect winters day

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. At this point I'm gonna stop apologising because my shitty time management issues and son make it hard for me to adhere to the time frames I have given to myself so I will post the fics when I have time to. (I love my son millions so I'm not blaming him for me posting so late but I'm just saying that I like to spend time with him which means it's hard to find time to write) I hope you understand. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary You and Bucky have the perfect day in as it snows outside.

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Warnings Fluff, allusions to smut

“Wake up doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “It snowed last night.”

“Mm?” you slightly opened your eyes.

“It snowed doll!”

You sat up as soon as the words registered in your head,”Really!?” 

“Yeah doll, look,” Bucky wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up.

He walked over to the window in your bedroom and you gasped when you looked outside. Everywhere was covered in a sheet of pure white. The snow untouched, unbothered by anyone. The streets were empty, not a soul out there. It was like a winter wonderland especially since everything was so still it didn’t look real. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed.

“Not as beautiful as you doll,” Bucky added, winking at you.

“You’re so romantic it’s almost disgusting,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“But you love it doll,” Bucky leaned in to kiss you. 

It was such a perfect moment, kissing the person you love the most while the world outside stood still, a beautiful landscape, the type you see in the movies and read in books. 

Bucky pulled back from the kiss with slightly swollen lips and a massive grin on his face, “I think we should make some hot chocolate and waffles.”

“I think thats a good idea babe.”

Bucky took the blanket off you and then took you into the bathroom. He put you down so you could brush your teeth while he did the same. 

Once you had done that, you walked into the kitchen to get started on the waffle batter as Bucky was making the hot chocolates. 

The way you both moved around the kitchen so gracefully and in sync made the scene seem rehearsed. The truth was that you and Bucky regularly made it a team effort to make breakfast so that neither of you feel like you have too many responsibilities. That’s how everything worked with you and Bucky; you both shared the workload in your shared apartment which not only made it easier, but allowed you both to feel equal. 

This may not have worked for other people but it worked for you and Bucky which is all that mattered. 

After the waffles and hot chocolates were made, you sat next to eachother at the dining table in your kitchen. Bucly had put every imaginable topping for waffles and hot chocolates on the table. 

“What do you want to do today?” Bucky asked, as he shoved an almost too big piece of waffle - loaded with every topping possible- in his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and finished chewing the food you had in your mouth before responding, “I just want to stay in today, you know I like looking at the snow but going out in it is a different story.”

“I’m very aware doll, especially after our trip to Canada a few months ago,” Bucky chuckled at the memory of you slipping over. 

“You’re so sadistic Barnes,” you retorted.

“You didn’t moan about it last night, well you did, but not in that way,” Bucky smirked.

You picked up a strawberry and threw it at him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m only telling the truth, Santa doesn’t come if you lie.”

“And you’re not gonna cum tonight if you keep teasin’ me,” you retaliated. 

“Is that a promise?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You knew that Bucky would always be in charge in the bedroom, but it was fun to joke around. 

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A few hours later, you and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch. He was laying with his head on your chest and the rest of his body was ontop of yours, acting like a weighted blanket. There was an actual blanket over the two of you and Home Alone was on the tv. 

This was the first christmas you and Bucky were spending together so you decided to introduce him to some of your favourite films especially since he was a few years behind on films.

Bucky let out a laugh which was a rare occurrence. You kissed him on the head and wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too doll,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your chest. 

This was perfect, you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, watching a Christmas film and occasionally looking at the world outside.

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Mission 100

A/N This is something random that I wrote. It has nothing to do with any fandom or anything but I would like to know your thoughts on it. Its also like 1.4k words long which is a lot for me. its pretty average for most people tho I'm just lazy

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary NONE- read the warnings though

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Violence, Mild gore, it's about an assassin (need I say more?), angst, thriller kinda

The sky outside is torn apart by the jagged spears of thunder from the storm. The woman is anxiously awaiting a call. A call that determines her future actions. Her glossy, red nails tap on the table, keeping time with each passing second. 

She’s a tall, slender woman (around 5”11) with a pale complexion and eyes like that of a feral cat- dangerous and unnerving. Her cheeks are a pale pink colour which matches her lips. She is dressed in a black suit with a black shirt that has the top button undone. On her feet are a pair of glossy black stilettos. 

She is starting to get impatient. 

The woman walks towards the adjacent room and the dusty floorboards creak with each step. The rain is beating against the thin, single-glazed windows which groan with the force of the winds, a sign the storm is getting worse.

She pushes the door open to reveal a man tied to a chair with nylon rope. The rope is tied around his chest and feet, attaching them to the chair. His hands are zip-tied together and a cloth has been tied around his head to act as a gag. 

The man looks around 50 and his eyes are wide in fear. However, this fear is one he is familiar with.

The woman walks over to the table situated behind the door. She grabs a switchblade and holds it up. The man begins to frantically writhe about, he would scream but he knows it’s futile. Being in a house in such a secluded area makes situations like these worse for the victim but more fun for the captor. 

The woman swiftly approaches the man. He lets out a whimper as she holds the blade to his neck.

“All you had to do was agree. You had to sign on the dotted line and this wouldn’t have happened,” she whispered.

She presses the blade into his neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the man turn pale in fear of what she’ll do next. 

“Now the boss has got me doing this. Again. And for what, all because you want to keep this old house,” she sneers.

The woman is about to continue speaking when she is interrupted by the telephone ringing. She slowly pulls away as a smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts the switchknife back onto the table.

“I’ll be back,” she tells the man before exiting the room.

She walks back into the other room and looks at the rotary phone screaming for her to answer it. She approaches the phone and picks up the handset.

“Hello,” the woman says to the person on the other end of the line.

The woman pauses for a few seconds before replying.

“I’ll make sure I do that boss.” 

She puts the phone back on the switch hook.

The woman saunters back into the room where the man is supposed to be only to see he has escaped. She hears thudding on the stairs and grabs her swtichknife off the table before going to look for the man. 

She trudges down the stairs in search of her prey. She goes into every room she comes across and checks each one thoroughly. Just as she is about to give up, she hears a familiar jingle of keys and runs towards the front door.

“So you thought you would escape me, you should know by now. I will always find you,” she sneers at the man.

“This isn’t you, you know it,” he tells her with pleading eyes.

“You don’t get to tell me who I am or how I act,” her voice trembles at the last word.

She pulls a gun out from the holster strapped to the back of her trousers and makes sure it’s loaded and the safety is off. She holds the gun up with a trembling hand. Tears start to gather in her waterline.

The man turns and tries to unlock the door. His attempt to free himself is ended when a gunshot is heard. This is followed by a thud and a cry of pain from the man.

The woman begins to sob as she steps over the man as she finishes unlocking the door and steps outside. The rain soaks through her clothes in a matter of seconds and her hair is sticking to her forehead. 

She walks through the overgrown garden to a wooden bench almost engulfed by nature. She sits down and looks forward blankly.

That’s when it happens. She can see it. Happiness.

It was cold outside but the blankets wrapped around her kept her warm. She heard footsteps before her father walked into the room and picked her up. The girl giggled as he spun around with her in his arms.

He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the living room where the fireplace had been lit. He sat the girl on his lap and they sat there in silence, soaking up the heat…

The woman comes back to her senses when she hears groaning coming from the house. She practically jumps off the bench and grabs her gun. 

She crouches behind a nearby bush and slowly makes her way towards the noise. It’s the man dragging himself out of the house. She huffs in annoyance and stands up.

She approaches the man with an emotionless face and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. He is drenched from the rain and he’s losing blood fast.

The woman drags him inside and closes the door, which she props him up against. She crouches down to his level.

“You could’ve made it out of this alive if you had just played dead for a few more minutes,” she whispered.

“You could have let me make it out alive.” 

“And risk being skinned alive. I don’t think so,” she has an unidentifiable look on her face now. 

She looks remorseful but merciless at the same time.  Two emotions which usually represent two different sides of a story but not this time.

The woman grabs the man by the collar of his shirt again and begins to drag him into a bedroom.

Once they get there she only just manages to get him onto the bed. 

“You don’t have long left, I hit the artery in your left leg,” she tells the man, checking her gun.

She looks up, confused he didn’t answer. Her eyes full are of sorrow but her body language shows her violent nature.

“What do you expect me to say?” 

“Something!” 

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her.

“Don’t you understand? I have no choice. You’re my mission,” she doesn’t shout this time, she puts her gun on the bed and looks down at the floor.

“Then complete your mission, my love,” he whispers to her.

In a matter of seconds, the woman picks up her gun and shoots the man in the head. The gun falls out of her hand as she observes the crime scene she has created. Then, the guilt starts to set in.

The thunder outside roars and the lightning lights up the sky like fireworks. 

The woman walks over to the man's corpse and grasps the knife in her pocket. She pulls it out and neatly carves ‘mission 100 complete’ into the man’s arm. 

She grabs some blankets off a nearby chair and tucks the man in. She picks up her knife and gun before exiting the room.

The woman walks upstairs and back into the room with the phone inside. She calls the person from earlier, her boss. After a few seconds, he picks up.

“Mission 100 is complete sir,” she informs him.

“I congratulate you, your debt is paid and you are free,” her boss declares.

She puts the handpiece back on the switch hook. Once again, her face is emotionless but her trembling hands and unsteady steps convey her true emotions of shock, relief and regret.

She slowly makes her way back down the stairs for the last time. She goes back into the room where her latest and last mission lies, motionless and pale. 

She almost hopes he is still alive. As she enters the room she feels tears start to gather in her waterline again.

The woman approaches the man for the last time. She sits on the bed next to him and smooths her hand over the blankets that once belonged to her. She leans over to the man and plants a kiss on his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry father,” she whispers before sobs overtake her body.

She lays down and curls up next to the man.

Her repayment has cost her everything, her life, her happiness, her spark.

Finally, she is free and she has no debts. 

She has no family.

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Cockblocker

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Alpine

A/N All mistakes are my own so feel free to comment below if you notice any.

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF. THIS FIC ISN'T EXPLICIT BUT IT MENTIONS EXPLICIT SITUATIONS

Summary Bucky is horny and alpine is a cockblocker

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Warnings fluff, implied sex, nearly sex

The golden sun crept between the gaps in the curtain as you buried your head into Bucky’s chest. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Are you awake doll?” he asked, his voice somehow more sexy in the morning than it usually is.

“Yeah,” you replied while yawning.

You lifted yourself until your legs were on either side of his waist and you could feel his bulge under your hot cunt. Now your face was level with Bucky’s so you leaned in to kiss him but was interrupted by a loud meow.

Alpine had walked into the room and was making his way towards you. He jumped onto the bed and sat on Bucky’s chest, facing you.

You picked him up and cuddled him to, your chest while he purred.

“Not fair” Bucky was, pretending to be angry.

“Don’t be jealous baby. It’s not my fault Alpine loves me more” you said in a teasing tone.

Bucky was actually Alpine’s favourite person (could you blame him) but in the mornings he always snuggled with you first. He started to lick your neck which made you laugh since it tickled. You moved to sit next to Bucky while still holding Alpine.

Once Alpine had decided he had given you enough attention, the feline jumped out of your arms and curled up on Bucky’s chest.

Ever since you got Alpine, he followed you and mostly Bucky everywhere. He was a very clingy cat but that wasn’t an issue for either of you.

You walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth while Bucky fussed Alpine. Then you went into the kitchen to start making Bucky’s coffee and your favourite drink to start the morning with. Then, you put more water in Alpines water bowl and put his cat food into his food bowl.

As soon as he heard the wrapper of the food, Alpine came running into the kitchen meowing loudly. You put the food bowl on the floor and Alpine started to eat like he had been starved which was far from the truth.

Bucky followed not long after. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head. You turned around to reciprocate the kiss and pass him his coffee.

“that cat is such a cock-blocker” Bucky said before taking a sip of his coffee. You looked down and could still see the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

“but you love him. And besides we can have sex later.” You responded, grabbing your drink and walking into the living room. You sat down on the couch and started to sip your drink.

“but I’m horny nowww” Bucky whined like a child.

“for Gods sake Bucky. You’re very horny for an old man.” You said while smirking.

“So I’m an old man now” Bucky was walking towards you with a mischievous grin on his face. “I don’t think I was an old man last night when you were screaming my name.”

“well that was last night.” You replied.

Then, Bucky out his cup on the coffee table and started to tickle you.

“Am I still an old man now” Bucky asked, smiling.

“no. No you’re not.” You laughed.

“Good.” Bucky replied then kissed you on your head.

Once, Alpine had finished eating, he jumped into Bucky’s lap.

“You don’t think I’m old do you my handsome boy.” Bucky cooed at Alpine who meowed in response. “I know right your mom is such a meanie.”

“Hey! I’m sat right next to you.” You tried to sound offended but couldn’t.

Alpine snuggled between you and Bucky whilst you watched tv until your stomach grumbled which made Bucky let out a deep chuckle. Alpine had now jumped off the couch and had gone to sit on the windowsill.

“Do you want to order from that café that we went to last week doll?” Bucky asked, tapping on his phone to get the right app up.

“Definitely babe,” You responded.

You and Bucky ordered your food and then continued to relax on the couch until the food arrived which made Alpine meow loudly when Bucky had to lift him off his lap. Once Bucky had returned with the food, a couple plates and some cutlery you both dished up your food and dug in (whilst also feeding alpine small pieces of food of course.)

After you had finished your food, Bucky helped you to put the rubbish in the bin and wash the dishes before returning to the couch with blankets and pillows from your bedroom. Then, you and Bucky made the sofa as comfy as humanly possible before getting under the blankets and snuggling together. Alpine jumped under the blankets and made his way to Bucky’s chest where he curled up.

Then, you heard Bucky whisper “cockblocker” under his breath while petting Alpines head. This made you smile and cuddle closer to Bucky if that was possible and the three of you stayed like that for hours just watching film after film in a comfortable silence which radiated warmth and love.

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Happy Birthday

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

A/N As always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows someone who would be willing to make me collages for a couple character masterlists it would be greatly appreciated! xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH

Summary it's Buckys Birthday. That's it.

WC - 369

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Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, Bucky Barnes, let me know if I've missed anything!

Bucky's thrusts are slow, but hard. Each slap of his hips against yours is a reminder of the long night you've shared.

Hickeys cover your body from your ankles to your jaw, a sign of Bucky's gratitude. Maybe this isn't what you expected when you were waiting for Bucky on your bed in his favourite set of lingerie. Maybe you were kidding yourself.

Either way, you are at the point where you're just accepting what Bucky gives you. It's not a surprise after seven orgasms from yourself and three from Bucky, leaving both of you sensitive and in a place where pain and pleasure meld together.

You let out a strangled moan as you near another orgasm, the pain almost too much with the sensitivity of your puffy folds, sloppy with a mixture of yours and Bucky's cum.

"Aww I know doll, just one more for me, yeah?" Bucky roughly whispers into your ear, in between gruff moans.

You nod faintly and try to respond but it just turns into a squeal, causing Bucky to chuckle lowly.

"C'mon babydoll, I got you, just let go" he whispers.

Your back arches and you moan louder than you ever have before as he reaches his vibranium hand down to rub your puffy, raw pearl to push you over the edge. You fall head first into an eye-watering orgasm which takes over your body, your back arches and you gasp from the intensity.

Bucky whines when he feels you squirt over his sensitive cock and shaking thighs. It only takes a few more thrusts until he's coming too, his legs shaking as he groans into your neck, his cum pumping into you rope after rope.

After a few minutes of panting and holding you close, Bucky pulls back with a hiss. He chuckles and wipes away your tears.

"'was s'pposed to let you relax," you slur.

"I am relaxed, doll" Bucky mumbles, his chest vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday darlin'" you mumble and press a kiss to his cheek.

"happy birthday to me indeed" Bucky pauses before a mischievous grin makes its way onto his face, "now I've just got to top this for your birthday"

"fuck... don't think I'd survive that"

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