#bbb19

11.7.19

Name of piece: Operation Babysitters

Square filled: Bed-sharing

Rating: (General) 

Warnings: A lot of fluff and slight pining. 

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

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

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

Words: 673

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't see him.

You could hear him.

You couldn't touch him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doll?” Bucky hesitantly calls out. 

Tony suddenly freezes and lets out a small whimper. 

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

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

Blood.

It was fucking blood. 

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

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

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

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

—

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

“Honey?” 

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

“I’m okay,” Tony reassured. 

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

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

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

Tony stays silent. 

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

“HYDRA.”

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

Made for: @buckybarnesbingo

Square Filled: C1

Ship: Bucky Barnes, no pairing

Rating: G

Summary: Bucky adopts a dog

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

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