#Once again falling in love with Sam's double chin and the hair poking out from under his shirt

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My favourite thing about the lord of the rings fandom is that we all collectively went "Small fat hairy men... Being loved. Being cherished. Being considered beautiful" because oh my god... Yeah... Oh myg od...

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merry, merry christmas to @theta8 from your destiel secret santa!!!! here’s some domestic fluff(y snow) for you <3 thanks to @destielsecretsanta2020 for putting this together!

snowfall | destiel | 908 words

Okay, so maybe he’s being a little overly cautious, Dean realizes as he takes in the sight of Cas essentially waddling up the stairs to the door. But hell, it’s the first snow of the year, the first snow since Cas became human, and Dean doesn’t want him to lose any of his freshly human fingers or toes. Or something. Plus, he’s always freezing in the Bunker, pulling on extra sweaters and double pairs of socks. Still, maybe the blanket-sized scarf wound under, over, and around the puffy jacket zipped to Cas’s chin was a bit much. Especially with the bright blue earmuffs poking out from the lumpy hand-knitted hat Claire sent him. All that’s really visible is the tip of Cas’s nose poking out from the folds of his scarf.

“Dean,” Cas says, his voice muffled by layers of down and wool. “It isn’t funny.” He wobbles a little on the landing and Dean grabs a mittened hand to steady him, tipping his head back and laughing.

“Don’t move,” Dean says, wiping at his eyes with his free hand. He grins as Cas’s hat scrunches in a way that probably means he’s frowning, and pulls out his phone to snap a picture for Claire before realizing he’s still holding Cas’s hand. That’s allowed now, but it’s new and still makes Dean’s stomach flutter a little. “Here,” he says quietly, reaching for the hat to fold it up and out of Cas’s eyes. He lets his fingers linger there, smoothing the hair away from Cas’s forehead, then sliding down to stroke over his cheek. He can just...reach out and touch Cas now. And Cas could do the same, if he was able to move his arms.

Dean snaps a couple of photos of Cas alone for Claire, then leans into the frame to tilt their heads together. He doesn’t resist the urge to press a quick kiss to what little of Cas’s cheek is exposed to the air. (He gets a picture of that too, to set as his lockscreen photo later, which changes about every other day since Cas is always doing something photo-worthy and cute.) “Ready?” he asks, taking Cas’s hand in his once more.

Cas squeezes his hand once in response, not even bothering to mumble something through his many layers.

“Okay, then.”

There’s a rush of bitterly cold air when Dean opens the front door, even though they’re still technically underground. The stairs up to the ground level are clear, thanks to some sort of Bunker-magic Dean has never really understood, but is eternally grateful for. No matter the weather, the stairs leading from the road to the front door stay clean and dry. Good thing too, that way Dean doesn’t have to worry about Cas slipping on a wet step and breaking his newly-human neck. Not that Cas is clumsy at all, anything but, really. He moves with grace instead of Grace, like a dancer, carefully considering each step.

That certainly is the case when they reach the top of the stairs, still hand in hand. Cas gasps audibly at the sight of the perfect layer of snow blanketing the ground. The only blemish is the tire tracks leading from the garage to the road from when Sam left for a last-minute grocery run an hour or so ago, in case the storm got any worse.

“Dean.” Cas tugs his scarf away from his mouth and pushes his hat out of his eyes to gaze at the sight, turning in a tight circle at the top of the stairs. “It’s—“

It is. The thick layer of snow on the ground is still soft and fluffy, still bright and clean and unblemished. Everything is hushed, even Dean’s heavy boots make a shush-shush sound as he steps out further into the snow. It’s just starting to flurry again, delicate flakes drifting to settle on the ground.

If Jack, Sam, and Eileen were here, they’d probably make a snowman, or have a vicious vigorous snowball fight. There would be tackling to the ground and handfuls of snow shoved down the backs of shirts until they all traipsed back inside, freezing and red-cheeked from the cold and from laughter. Sam would peel off his hat and shake his wet hair out all over Dean before Eileen whacked him gently with a towel (then did the same to him).

But they’ll save that for another time because it’s just Dean and Cas today, and Cas seems content to just tip his head skyward and watch as the snow falls quietly around them. And Dean is content to shove his hands in his jacket pockets and watch Cas watch the snow from a few steps away.

After a while, Cas looks at Dean and grins broadly, which Dean takes as his cue to shush-shush back over to him. He laughs a little, cupping Cas’s cheek with one hand. “You’ve got snowflakes in your lashes, y’know.”

Cas lets his eyes flutter closed slowly, smile turning into something gentle and fond and trusting. Dean thumbs under each eyelid carefully, then tips his forehead against Cas’s and closes his eyes too. Mittened hands come up and cover his where they rest on Cas’s cheeks. They share breath for a moment, a minute, maybe longer as snow settles in their hair, on their shoulders.

“I love you,” Cas says simply.

And, in this frozen moment, Dean says, “I love you too, Cas.”

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Jenga

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Summary: The gang goes to Tony’s pool party. Y/N finds out that Bucky lost at Jenga.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing; threats of violence

A/N: ok, i’m having so much fun with these that i don’t even care they became an entire series without me even realising it; plus, who cares i’ve already posted 4 parts in a week already????

ironic how i’m writing about a heatwave when we���re literally going through a huge storm rn tho....i miss summer so much 😭

Y/N loves Tony. What she loves most about Tony, however, is his pathological need to throw a party for the most insignificant of reasons. It is no wonder then that he’s now invited all of his closest friends to his penthouse, that has a casually built-in pool, to celebrate the first day of the heatwave that’s supposed to torment New York for the next week.

Making her way out to the patio, idly chatting with Maria about a book they’ve both read, Y/N notices how there’s now a huddle of people right outside the glass doors. She can hear Wanda’s shout of surprise, while Clint doubles over in laughter, Viz just puts a hand over his mouth in shock, but she can’t see anything because Thor and Steve are right in front of what they’re looking at. Tony leans back, enough so he can see Y/N from behind Nat, and wiping away at a corner of his eye under his sunglasses, he calls them over.

“What’s going on?” Maria asks as the others break rank to let them notice it’s Bucky they’ve been judging.

“Aw, babes, I was wondering when you’d get here. I thought Sam’s gotten you hostage or something.” Y/N goes to hug Bucky, but she stops in her tracks when she notices the cap on his head.

There’s complete silence, as every gaze is trained on her, watching her narrow her eyes, a frown deepening between her eyebrows. She senses something is wrong, but she’s too focused on what’s wrong with Bucky to comment on their silly behaviour. He’s completely still, his breathing coming out in short bursts, as if afraid to scare her if he’d make any loud noise or move too fast. He licks his lips while one of her hands slowly grabs his cap and yanks it off.

Her mouth falls open, unhinged from its socket and someone takes the cocktail glass from her hand before it slips from her fingers. The blood drains from Y/N’s face and with an animalistic growl in his direction, she turns around and storms back inside. A door slams somewhere inside the apartment, before Bucky can even shout after her.

“Aw, man, come on! I thought she was gonna lose it!” Sam shouts in disappointment, suddenly breaking the eerie silence.

“Well, it could’ve gone so much worse.” Nat says, taking a swig of her beer. “I was expecting broken glasses and maybe a concussion.”

“Shouldn’t someone go after her?” Pepper asks, tone laced with concern, still looking into the direction Y/N’s disappeared.

“No, don’t worry.” Bucky replies. “She’ll come back out to punch me after she’s processed it.”

He brushes a hand through his hair, trying to get used to the short strands himself. He guesses he could’ve handled it better, maybe given her a warning before she took off the cap, maybe even told her before he’d done it in the first place. But he lost at Jenga, and the rules were set by Sam, which he now realises in hindsight were stupid to begin with. There’s nothing to be done now, he thinks with a shrug. Besides, hair grows back, and if she really hates it that much, he’ll just wear a cap around her until it grows back.

Tony slaps him on the back, congratulating him for not looking like a ‘ratty hobo’ anymore, although he himself concedes that Y/N’s going to kill him eventually and with that, everyone disperses into different directions to entertain themselves and enjoy the sunshine and the pool. Steve’s the only one left next to him, arms crossed in front of his chest, water still dripping from his trunks, and yet he still looks like a disappointed parent. Bucky sighs and moves towards the bar, trying to ignore his best friend who just follows him determinedly.

“I just want to say that for all I appreciate you finally deciding to give that ridiculous bun up, do you really think it was the right choice to do it because you lost at Jenga?”

“Hey!” Sam shouts, right behind them. “Last time I lost I had to wear all my shirts inside out for a week. This is fair. A loser’s a loser and he agreed beforehand.”

“Man, these were so easy on them, give me a break.” Thor’s head pops over the counter of the bar. He hands them each a bottle of beer and as they all sit on the stools, he points his finger towards Steve in warning. “Y/N made me tattoo a smiley face on my butt when she was playing, so be grateful she wasn’t there last night.”

As the conversation falls into the typical subjects like jobs, holidays, and how they can annoy the girls next time, Bucky realises half an hour later that Y/N still hasn’t come out. Just then, Nat places a hand on his shoulder, shifting his attention from the debate on who would win in an arm wrestling match.

“She’s in the last guest room on the right. You better go and talk to her or I’ll rip your eyelashes out.”

Bucky nods, leaving them behind as Clint announces that none of the guys would win because Nat would just beat them all up with her eyes closed. He makes his way through the apartment that feels more like a mansion, until he finds the room, which surprisingly is open.

Y/N is laying on the floor, head turned toward the windows, probably watching the fluffy clouds. There’s no point in him questioning her choice of position, considering there’s a perfectly made, heavenly looking bed a few inches away from her, so Bucky just lies down next to her, right in her line of sight. They look at each other for a few minutes, neither saying a word, and Bucky interlaces their fingers together between them.

“What did I say?” She finally grumbles.

“You say a lot of shit, baby. You’ve gotta be more specific here.”

“Don’t be a smart mouth with me, you little asshole.” Her free hand pokes his ribs, hard enough to make him wince. “What did I say?”

“You said I’m not allowed to ever cut my hair.” He sighs.

“And what did you do?”

“I cut my hair.”

“Why?”

“Because I lost at Jenga.”

Y/N sits up a bit straighter, leaning on her elbow, a frown still on her face. “No. You cut your hair because you’re an asshole. You could’ve agreed to literally anything else.”

“Fine, babe. You’re right.” He concedes. “Now, can you stop being mad at me and come out? The pool is really nice and I can’t chicken fight without my best partner.”

“I’m still mad at you, Barnes!” She pouts, trying in vain to escape Bucky’s arms as they lean on the side of the bed, but he manages to grab her and tuck her under his chin, blocking her with his legs.

“I’ll grow it out again if you really hate it that much.” He whispers with a kiss to her temple.

She looks up at him, her hand yet again going to his hair and she tugs at the strands in her usual manner. The curls bounce back, and she smiles softly. “I don’t hate it. It’s just…that bun was so you. I guess I just have to get used to it.”

“Hey, at least I didn’t shave the beard as well.”

Y/N’s eyes nearly pop out of her head and she punches him in the shoulder, earning her a laugh. “Don’t you fucking dare. I will end you, Barnes.”

“Eh, you’d live.” He shrugs. “You’d love me even bald.”

“Debatable.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Do you really want me to cut your balls and you don’t know how to ask?”

“Why do you insist on being so violent with me?” He asks.

“Because I love you?” She offers with a shrug.

“That’s a good reason.” He concedes. “But it’s not the answer to everything.”

Y/N shrugs again and extracts herself out of Bucky’s arms. She stands up, offering him a hand. He throws an arm over her shoulders, and with their fingers interlaced, they make their way towards the pool again.

“How the fuck did you lose at Jenga anyway?” She pipes up, a flare of anger emerging again. “Didn’t I teach you everything you need to know?”

Bucky just stops in his tracks, and leaning to the side in order to look at her, he frowns. “You’re shit at Jenga. You literally won only once.”

“And it was enough to bestow the best sentence in history!” She declares.

“I don’t know about that. Thor seems to love the tattoo.”

“That fucker. I’m going to so beat him at chicken fighting now.” Y/N yells, nearly dragging Bucky behind her now.

“Ah shit, here we go again.”

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Sexiled (Part 23/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week and are staying safe and healthy. This is it. The last part of this story. It’s been a joy writing and sharing with you. I hope you enjoy this final part. A big shout out to @captainscanadian​ for listening to all of my rambles as I tried to finish this fic. Love you! 

Summary: You and Steve finally go on your first date! 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brief -  Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Tony

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language, some mild suggestiveness maybe,

Word Count: 2492

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After keeping you thoroughly focused on him and making up for the lack of quality time over the past few weeks, Steve finally dragged himself out of your bed around six, which left you with just an hour to get ready for your date.

Relief over being done with the semester and the excitement of going public with Steve had you giddy. You turned on your favorite feel good playlist and danced around as you got dressed and did your hair and makeup.

You grinned at your reflection as you made sure your lipstick was perfect. Doing a quick turn in the long mirror, you adjusted the bright blue lace sleeves of your dress so they were even just below your elbows. And you made sure that your skirt was fluffed properly, falling just above your knees. You’d even opted for your favorite black heeled booties that had bows on the back. While they weren’t your trusty converse, they were the most comfortable fancy shoes you owned, and you were more than willing to put up with any minor discomfort to complete the look.  

At seven o’clock on the dot, Steve knocked on your door, and you raced to open it.

Steve’s eyes went wide as he took you in.

“Wow,” he breathed. “You are stunning, sweetness.”

“Not so bad yourself.”

In truth Steve looked amazing. Black suit and a dark blue button up. He’d forgone a tie and you momentarily lamented the fact you couldn’t yank him down by it, but his lapels would have to do.

“Whatcha hiding there?” you asked peering around him when you noticed that he had his hands behind his back.

“Oh,” he produced a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. “These are for you.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” you pecked him on the cheek

He went to kiss you properly, but you’d already ducked out of his arms to find something to put the flowers in.

“Tall and narrow,” you muttered to yourself, eyeing the container you kept your sharpies in.

“What? No kiss?” he pouted.

“Steven Grant Rogers, expecting a kiss before you even take me out to dinner. I am appalled. What would your mother say?

You dumped out the markers and filled it halfway from your water bottle and dropped the flowers in before turning to him with a faux shocked look.

Steve quirked an eyebrow, but you held his challenge. You were about to give up the game when he spoke.

“You’re right, sweetness. Ma would kill me. It’s probably for the best anyway. Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty lipstick before we get to dinner.”

You shivered slightly at the implication, making him smirk and you couldn’t hold his gaze.

The charged moment quickly passed, and he cupped your chin to lift it. You saw that his smirk softened into a genuine smile.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered brushing his fingers along your cheek.

““You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

“Are you ready to go? I haven’t stopped thinking about this since you said yes.”

“Me neither. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”  

Steve helped you on with your coat, and once you had double checked your purse, offered you his arm. If you hadn’t been wearing heels you probably would have skipped along next to him.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You both froze when Tony’s voice drifted lazily out of the common room.

“Should we make a run for it?” Steve whispered.

You glanced down at your heels in answer.

“I’ll carry you,” he laughed.

“You know we can hear you right?”

Tony and Bucky were now grinning at you from the doorway and you decided it was best to humor him. You reluctantly backtracked a few steps. Bucky opened his arms for a hug, which you happily gave him.

“Hey, doll. Sorry about sexiling ya last night.”

“It’s okay, Buck. I’ll just bill you for the chiropractor.”

He rolled his eyes and went to ruffle your hair but your glare warned him off.

Wanda snickered before cooing at you from her seat on Sam’s lap.

“Aww you both look nice.”  

“Thanks, Wan.”

“Where are you two off to?” Sam asked as Bucky plopped down on one of the chairs, swinging his legs over the side.

“Just going out to celebrate the end of the semester,” Steve shrugged.

“And you didn’t invite us,” Tony shook his head.

“Well, we’d love to stay and chat…”

“But we’ve got a reservation. So we’ll see you later,” You finished for Steve.

“Wait are you coming to brunch tomorrow?” Sam yelled.

“Yes!” you agreed poking your head back in the room.

Steve led you towards the elevator laughing silently at the not quiet comments your friends were making.

“Is it just me or did they actually get their heads out of their asses?” Sam asked.

“Nah, Nat said they’re still being dumb,” Tony argued.

“Tonight sounds pretty romantic,” Wanda countered.

“It does,” Bucky agreed.

“Are you two still standing by your bets? There’s still time to change them,” Tony comment.

“Absolutely,” Wanda said with confidence.

“I’m good as I am,” Bucky announced.

“It’s your cash.”

“We get a cut when Bucky wins right?” you giggled as the elevator shut.

“Oh definitely,” Steve nodded.

The T was crowded with everyone out celebrating the holidays, so Steve held onto the pole while you held onto him. He would kiss you on the forehead randomly and you’d kiss him on the cheek.  And he held you tighter when you wobbled in your heels.

It was only a five minute walk from the T to the restaurant in the North End Steve had picked out, and you happily walked hand in hand, ignoring the cold. But you were early for your reservation and had to wait outside. Steve quickly pulled you close, letting you steal his body heat.

“Sorry, sweetness.”

“Don’t be. I really don’t mind snuggling with my boyfriend for warmth.”

He grinned down at you, somehow tugging you even closer.

It was only a few minutes until the hostess called Steve’s name and led you to a table in the corner. You could feel the heat from the wood stove, and it helped take the chill off.

“This place is so cute,” you gushed once the waitress had taken your drink orders.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“How’d you find it?”

“Well I had made a list. But Bucky recommended this one when he found me staring at an excel sheet,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“You made an excel sheet of restaurants in the North End?”

Steve went pink to the tips of his ears.

“Well… I technically made one for all of the restaurants in Boston that I thought you’d like.”

“Was it color coded?” you grinned.

He pointedly read his menu.

“Oh my god it is, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he sighed, looking at you. “Among other organizational systems.”

“If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would be now.”

He chuckled and shook his head, but his smile was bright, blue eyes sparkling.

“That’s because you’re a nerd.”

“And proud of it,” you assured him, raising your nose into the air. “I have it on good authority that nerds are cool now.”

“Well whoever told you that definitely has a crush on you.”

You tilted your head curiously.

“You think Tony has a crush on me?”

This time Steve laughed outright.

“You are ridiculous. And I love you.”

“I love you too.” You squeezed his hand, holding on to it as you perused the menu. “I do hope you kept the excel though. It’ll make picking date night spots for the next three years a lot easier.”

“Three years,” he repeated softly, goofy grin crossing his face.

“For starters,” you added.

His grin only got wider. 

Dinner was delicious - filled with stolen bites and giggles. After a quick stop into Mike’s Pastry to get treats for brunch the next morning, you walked to Faneuil Hall arm threaded through Steve’s and your hand resting on his bicep. You popped into a few stores, finishing up some Christmas shopping.

“So are you still full from dinner or are you ready for something sweet?” Steve asked as you were leaving the candle store.

“I’m always ready for something sweet. What did you have in mind?”

“Ghirardelli is open. We could get some hot chocolate before we keep walking around?”

“Perfect.”

Warm from the hot chocolate, Steve led you towards the far end of the marketplace, checking his watch.

“Are we heading home now?” You couldn’t hide your disappointment.

“Not yet. Come on let’s sit for a few minutes.”

You eyed the cold wood warily, but Steve sat on the bench, patting his leg for you to sit in his lap.  

“Are you ready?” he whispered once you were settled.  

“For what?”

He tilted his head towards the rest of the marketplace.

“Watch.”

Moments later the lights that lined the tress began flashing in time with the music now playing over the speakers. You watched in wonder at the beautiful display, Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist. It was magical.

“Tonight was perfect,” you murmured as you walked back to your room.

“I’m glad, sweetness.”

Steve stopped you outside your door.  You tilted your head, confused.

When he kissed you on the cheek, whispering, “I had a really good time tonight. I hope we can do it again soon.” You realized what he was getting at, and stifled a laugh.

“Me too. In fact, I don’t know that I’m ready for the night to end,” you flirted. “Why don’t you come in for a little while?”

“I don’t think it would be proper, Y/n. It’s only our first date.”

You pouted and shrugged, “That’s too bad. Have a good night, Steve. Thanks for a great date.”

You pecked him on the cheek before sauntering into your room, closing the door behind you.

You giggled and waited ten seconds before opening the door to a grinning Steve who was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Date officially over?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good. Get in here.”

He crossed the little hallway with a step and half and you in his arms in an instant.

“That was fun,” he chuckled as he twirled you into the room, kicking the door shut.

“Yes, it was.” You kissed him once. Twice. Three times, as you gazed up at him. “Thank you for making tonight so special.”

“You’re welcome, sweetness. You deserve to feel special. I’m so glad we get to do these things now.”

“Me too. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for that post.”  

“Do you know which pictures you want to use?”

“Mhmm,” you used his shoulder to balance as you slid off your heels, groaning in relief.

You sat on the bed and after shrugging out of his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves (which wasn’t distracting at all) Steve pulled your feet into his lap and started massaging while you made the post.

First you added a selfie the two of you took that afternoon while you’d stuffed your faces. Frankly, you looked like gremlins in it but you loved it. The second photo was Steve kissing your temple as you smiled serenely in front of the Christmas tree. And the third was you and Steve kissing in Times Square, taken by Becca during Thanksgiving.

You quickly added the caption.

Three versions of celebrations.

1.       The end of finals

2.       Our First Date/2 Months (Yes both can be true)

3.       1 month of dating (PC: @BeccaBarnes) (Did I mention I loved NYC?)

Which is your favorite? @SteveRogers Happy two months, handsome! I love you.

When you were happy with the pictures and the caption you showed it to Steve who grinned and kissed you.

“Perfect.”

You hit post and squeaked in excitement. “It’s done.”

“How long do you think it will take for them to see it?”

“Four minutes?” you guessed, though that was probably an overestimation.

“Probably. Well, I have something for you in the meantime.”

You couldn’t help but perk up.  

“Really? I actually have something for you too.”

You reached into your top desk drawer and produced the neatly wrapped package while Steve retrieved his jacket and pulled something out of the breast pocket.

“Happy two months, sweetness.”

“Happy two months, Steve. You go first,” you encouraged bouncing on your knees.  

Steve happily tore off the paper, before looking to you wide-eyed. You hoped that was a good sign.  

“This is too much. You shouldn’t have.”

He ran his fingers over the gold lettering of his name embossed on the dark blue moleskin journal.

“I wanted you to have something a little bit special, and I know you mostly have bigger sketchpads, so I thought it would be nice for you to have something to carry around.”

“It’s perfect. And it’s a lot special. Thank you,” He kissed you tenderly. “Now open yours.”

“Okay.”

You carefully undid the paper and lifted the lid of the lavender box. Inside lay a silver ID bracelet that was engraved on both sides.

“I love you,” you read aloud as you examined it before you turned it over.

“More than yesterday and less than tomorrow,” Steve recited with you.

You couldn’t hold back the tears.

“Oh, Steve.” You shot forward, throwing your arms around him. “It’s so beautiful. And perfect.”

“Just a little something for the days when I’m not beside you to remind you.”

“I’m never going to take it off. I love you so much,” you sniffled.

“I love you too, sweetness.”

Leaning back on your heels, you held out the bracelet to him so he could clasp it. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point before began to trace his way up your arm.

However, violent vibrations drew your attention from each other.  

“I think they saw the post,” he chuckled.

“I think so. Should we face the music?” you asked as you retrieved your phone.

He plucked the device out of your hand and silenced it. After doing the same with his own, he placed them both on the desk.

“They can wait. I have much more important things to attend to.”

Steve reached out to cradle your cheeks, keeping you still as he leaned up to kiss you. He hesitated for just a hair’s breadth away from your lips. For a moment you thought he was going to ask if he could kiss you, like he did that night in October. But before you could say anything his lips met yours, and you melted into the kiss. The wash of contentment that rushed over you was similar but somehow even deeper than the first kiss you’d shared. You were certain it was because you loved each other more than you did then. And the thought of how much love you would feel in your future kisses had you smiling against Steve’s lips.

A/N: So that’s it for this story! I have loved writing for them and I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading this story. Thank you so much for all of your support and patience. It means the world to me. On to the next project! 

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[nixie-deangel]

I would love LOVE a Winter Soldier Steve, Stony AU please!! But like, fluffy and happy. if you could do that, please? Thank you!

Hope you enjoy it! Also, I hope you don’t mind me gifting this to my babe, Kat, who was a HUGE help in sorting out the dozens of ideas I got from this prompt!

Ao3. 

Steve wakes to a streets illuminated by artificial lightning of street lamps and buildings still lit up, despite the ridiculously late (or early depending on how you look at it) hour. His breathing is more gasps and wheezes, as he shifts and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He tries to quell the shivers raking his body, tries to stifle the way his arms shake as a jittery urge plays out under the skin of his hands.

It feels like something he understood once, but he can’t seem to place it now. He thinks maybe he can just sort of remember what it means from before.

Before the fall.

Before the chair.

Before Hydra.

Before he was half of what he could have maybe been once upon a time.

He sits on bed for a long while, trying to remember, to place the feeling as he watches lights flash as builds go dark or light up. But after a while he gives up, angrily tossing the blankets and sheets aside when the answer doesn’t come to him. He pushes himself slowly from the bed, raking his flesh hand through his unruly locks as he pads quietly into his bathroom.

Steve half-heartedly runs through his morning routine of stretches, a quick work out and then heads to the bathroom for a fast shower. He departs his floor and moves swiftly down towards Tony’s lab, to where he knows it’s safe. Stepping up, he lets out a soft, slow breath after placing his right palm on the scanner and the doors open with a soft swoosh.

Stepping through the doors, he feels a tension he couldn’t ever explain leak from his body as eyes immediately flick over to where Tony’s hunched over his desk, muttering to FRIDAY about whatever he’s working on. Standing there for a moment and just watching, Steve feels his mind quiet in a way it hardly does anywhere else in the Tower, before eventually moving over to and drops down onto what had become known throughout the tower as his couch. 

Leaning his head back, gently thumping against the top, he lets his eyes flutter shut, shifting slightly to snuggle down, resting for a while before a gentle beep sounded as if coming closer to him. Lifting his head up, his lips automatically move up into a small, soft smile as Dummy lets out a happy whir while moving towards Steve, a green tennis ball clutched gently in his claw.

“Hey buddy,” he rumbles, voice hoarse and quiet, and reaches over to carefully pluck the ball from Dummy with his flesh hand and tossed it carefully towards the other end of the workshop, opposite to where Tony . Steve can’t help but to let out a breathy chuckle when his eyes skim over the framed hole he’d accidentally put in the first time he’d try playing fetch with Tony’s bots.

(It’d been the first time Steve had well and truly laughed, doubled over and nearly choking on his own breath as his face red, nearly turning purple as he struggled to breath. He remembers Tony beaming and Bucky being shocked into silence before he doubled over alongside Steve. They’d try clutching at one another to keep up right, but ended up sprawled over each other on the floor, still clutching at their sides as they failed to get themselves under control.)

“Hiding from Cap down here, Big Guy?”

Freezing and tensing again at the sudden sound of Tony’s voice filling up the quiet of the workshop, Steve barely has to turn his head to see Tony standing over by his table now and quickly makes his posture relax as he sees Tony’s face scrunching up in concern. It takes another moment of just watching the genius before he remembers he needs to answer the man. “No. Not hiding.” It’s clipped and hoarse and Steve feels his shoulders tensing as he flexes his hands, trying to get the unknown urge to go away.

He watches Tony watch him before the other man gives a small nod as he shrugs his shoulders, “Alright then, big guy.” And with that, Tony goes back to working for just as Dummy whirs right next to Steve, nudging him to once again toss the ball he’s brought back.

He and Dummy play for a bit before Steve let’s out a sigh and turns his head fully to look at Tony, clutching the ball gingerly in his flesh hand and shifts where he’s still seated. Clearing his throat, he waits for Tony to turn and look at him before he starts speaking, “I feel,” he tries to start but snaps his mouth shut. Furrowing his brows, Steve quickly flicks his eyes down to his knees as soon as he sees Tony tilt his head towards Steve’s direction.

Flexing his hands, Steve watches as the ball drops, bouncing twice on the floor before Dummy snatches it up in his claw, whirring once before Tony called out for him to back off. Letting out a sad whir, Steve moves his head enough and watches Dummy move off towards where Butterfingers and U are on the other side of the workshop. He watches the bots for a long moment, trying to stall. Steve swallows around the lump in his throat as he curls his hands into fists, digging his knuckles into the sides of his thighs, and moves back to look at Tony.

“I feel like I need to do something,” he grounds out as he makes himself turn his head to look up at Tony, “My hands, they.” Letting out a deep breath slowly through his nose, Steve takes a moment to try and gather his thoughts, like Tony and Sam were always telling him to do. “I feel like I need to do something with them. Something I use to do before.”

Instead of answering him, Tony lets out a low hum, getting up and walking over to drop down onto the couch next to Steve. His brows furrowed as he brings his hand up, gently tap-tapping against his arc reactor as they sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, letting Steve calm down, the tension leave him again. They relax further into the cushions, Steve tilting sideways, leaning more into Tony’s space and soaks up the other man’s warmth.

“Something you use to do with your hands from before?” Tony moves around, slipping his arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Something you haven’t done since, since before falling from the train?”

Steve nods his head, accidentally knocking against Tony’s chin as he did.

Letting out a hum, Tony and Steve let the room fall quiet again. Steve fiddles with his tee shirt hem, eyes flickering to Tony’s hand still tapping against his chest before moving down to watch as the other man’s foot tapped out a rhythm against the floor.

They sit like that for a bit before Tony’s called back to work and Bucky comes to collect Steve for their morning run with Sam and Natasha.

                                 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~

It’s nearly a week later, when a manic andsleep deprived looking Tony, dark bags under his eyes, scruff along his cheeks,hair unruly as his mismatched clothing —the only indication he’s at leastshowered since the last time Steve saw him— and rushes up to where Steve hadbeen sitting, watching dog cops with Clint, and nearly trips onto the pair ashe flail’s to a stop before them.

Steve shoots up from where he’d been loungingstretched out along the chaise section, his flesh hand gently curving aroundTony’s elbow, while his metal wraps around Tony’s hip and steady’s the manbefore he can fall. “Tony?” Steve’s brow’s scrunching together in concern.

“I know what it is,” Tony calls outexcitedly, hands moving to curl into Steve’s shirt, failing to move Steve as hetries to shake him. “I know what your hands wanted to do! Come on, we gottahead down to the lab. I figured it out and fixed it.”

“Oh,” Steve mumbles, tightening his grip whenTony tries to take a step back but trips over Clint’s foot, from where he’d satup in concern at how manic Tony looked.

“Is he okay?” Clint asks, having snatched upthe remote and pauses the show before frowning up at their resident genius. “Hedoesn’t look good.”

“Just needs to get some sleep,” Steve murmurs,lips pulling down into a more pronounced frown as he stares down at the otherman. “Tony?” Steve calls, attempting to get his attention as he watches the mansway in his hold. “Tony?” Steve tries again when he watches Tony start mumblingand using his free hand to poke at Steve’s pecs.

It takes a few more times of Steve calling hisname, before Tony’s  head snaps up, lips stretching into a beaming grin ashis eyes light up. “Steve! Yes, I know what it is,” he nearly yells excitedly,failing to jump up in excitement. “Come on,” he tugs at Steve’s shirt again.“You gotta come with me,” he pauses as he trails off, eyes moving over to lookdown at Clint. “When did you get here?”

Snorting with a roll of his eyes, Clint turnsfrom frowning at Tony in concern and up at Steve, impish sparkle in his eyes.“You better get your genius to bed, Steve.”

Steve feels his neck heat up as he turns hishead to glare at Clint for a moment. Tugging Tony more firmly into him, Stevestoops down to slip his metal arm under Tony’s knees and the other around hisback, and swings him up into his arms as he stands up. He bites back a fewchoice remarks when Clint cackles as they stride off towards the elevators.

“Come on, T,” Steve mutters softly into theman’s ear as they wait for FRIDAY to open the doors. “Let’s get you to bed, котиться.”

“No,” Tony mutters wiggling until Stevetightened his grip on the man. “We gotta go to the workshop,” he slurssleepily. “Go'a show you I figu’e’ i’ ou’,” he mumbles as his head lulls ontoSteve’s shoulder, eyes fluttering close.

Smiling softly down at the man, Steve resiststhe urge to hold Tony even closer as the doors finally open and he steps in.“Tony’s floor, FRIDAY, please.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.”

It’s almost into the late evening when Jarvis announceshimself quietly, asking if Steve would please come down to Sir’s workshop, ashis creator has something he’d like Steve to see.

Steve’s dip down into a small frown but he setshis book aside, sharing a quick look with Bucky, who mirrors the look on hisown face, before pushing up from the couch and making his way to the elevatorfor the ride down.

Stepping off, Steve feels his frown deepen ashis eyes flick around the abnormally quiet space until they land on a sectionthat’s been tarpped off. “That wasn’t there yesterday,” he murmurs softly tohimself as he takes half a step towards it before making himself stop and callout loudly, “Tony?”

He hears a small crash, Tony give off a small curseas he slips around the tarp, and Steve can’t help it as his lips twitch up intoa small, mirroring the way Tony’s face lights up when he spots Steve.

“Great, you’re here.” Tony grins as he boundshis way over to Steve. Reaching out, Tony curls his left hand into Steve’sshirt and tugs lightly, making the man follow after him as Tony walks backtoward the closed off area. “So, I figured out what your hands were trying totell you last week. And I,” he pauses to clear his throat, eyes moving down tostare at Steve’s chest instead of his eyes, “And I sort of set up an area foryou. Like. You don’t have to use it or anything, I just. I just wanted to giveyou a space where you could. If you wanted too, I mean.”

Shifting, Tony looks up from beneath hislashes, lips twisting into a small, uncertain smile before continuing on withhis rambles. “And if you want, we can totally move this up to your floor, ifthat would make you more comfortable. I just. Well. You seem like you’re comfortable down here, so I thought. Thought maybeit’d set it up here.”

Reaching up, Steve curls his hands around Tony’sforearms, cutting the genius off before he could continue to babble. “Tony?”

Sucking in a quick breath, Tony gave anotheruneasy smile, “Right, right. Okay, so. Here it is,” he flapped his free handbehind him, finally curling his fingers around the materially and pulling, sothe tarp fell to the floor when he yanked.

Turning his eyes from the man before him, Steveblinks once, twice as he takes in the space. Easels with blank canvas’ sittingon them, a table covered with paints, brushes and sketching pads. Shelving unitsstocked full with supplies lined the walls, while a stool sat before one of theeasels.

(He had a vague memory of sitting in a heavycoat, drawing a monkey dressed as Captain America, riding a unicycle whileheavy rain poured down from dark skies.)

It’s after a moment of strained silence, beforeTony once again launches into another round of barely understandable rambles,dropping his grip on Steve and moving back enough to cause Steve’s hands toslip down his arms, as he moved to flutter around to area as he explained thisand that.

Blinking, Steve feels his chest tighten, hiseyes sting as he sucks in a few quick breathes as he looks around. Taking onetrembling step forward, Steve reaches out with shaking hands to reach out andtug Tony into his chest, wrapping his arms around the man as he hugged himtightly for a long few moments.

“Oh, Steve,” Tony murmurs as he brings hisown arms up to wrap tightly around Steve’s waist. They stay like that for awhile, as Steve lets out shaky, wet breathes against Tony’s neck where he’stucked his face.

Eventually they pull apart, once Steve’s gothimself under control and Tony gives him a tour around the small corner,tapping a plaque that state’s it’s, ‘Steve’s Corner’ with a wiry grin.

                                ~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Three days later, Steve is happily drawing inhis second sketch pad —having filled the first one up quickly that first night—when Jarvis announces Bucky’s arrival with Sam.

“Hey, Punk, it’s ti-” Bucky starts calls outbefore freezing mid step as he takes in Steve hunched over his pad on thecouch. His eyes widen as his brain finally registers exactly what his eyes areseeing. “Stevie,” he whispers, voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

Snapping his head up, Steve starts to smilebefore his lips turn down in a frown as he watches Bucky’s eyes well withtears, sucking in a breath that turns into a sob half way through.

“The hell?” Sam calls out alarmed as he turns,placing his left hand along the small of Bucky’s back, while he brings hisright up towards his face but pauses. “Bucky? James? What’s wrong, Cap?”

“You’re, you’re drawing again?” Bucky gasps outin between shaky sobs. “Shit, Stevie.”

“What is Capsicle crying about?” Tony asks inalarm as he pops up from behind Sam and Bucky, swinging his head wildly betweenthe pair and Steve, who’s setting his pad aside and pushing up to pad over tothe trio. As soon as he’s close enough, Bucky pushes Sam aside and yanks Steveforward, wrapping him up into a tight hug as he cries into his best friend’sshoulder.

Glancing at the pair, Tony and Sam turn toshare a bewildered look, shrugging slightly before backing away and heading offso the super soldiers could have a private moment.

Just before the elevators close, Tony looksback to catch Steve’s eyes. Sending the man a soft, encouraging smile, Tonygives a quick wiggle of his fingers in a wave just as the doors slide close.

“Weird, right?”

Turning to shoot Sam a look, Tony gave a quicknod. “Yeah,” he agrees softly. “But expected. Steve was,” pausing to shiftbefore glancing at Sam before looking back down at his feet. “It’s the firsttime since everything that Bucky sawSteve doing something from before they joined the Army,” waving his hand about,“Understandable but still, weird.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees after a moment, nodding. “Stillgonna roast him for the dramatics though.”

Chuckling, Tony nodded.

[buckybarnesstar]

Halloween Party

Note: i don’t even...i can’t explain..ROLL WITH IT, Y’ALL. happy early Halloween!! i’m hoping to dress up as a vampire! anyways, here’s a smut post, because why not. i imagine Bucky with this hair in this? leave a comment! I love reading them! I hope you’re all doing well! .c

WARNING: It’s SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! If you’re underage and on my permanent tag list, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I’ve yet to go through and see which of you are under 18. I’m horrible, I know, but yeah. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!

Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ was pumping through your body, the music being so loud in the hallway from the party room. Tony was hosting his annual Halloween party - which you were a tad late to - and he invited nearly half the city of New York. Your shoulders brushed against others that passed by you, dressed as cartoon characters, supernatural beings, and even dressed as members of the team.

You’ve had to do a few double takes as you made your way to the party, nearly mistaking someone for Thor a few moments ago. He wasn’t nearly as tall, but he had the muscles and facial structure. Not to mention, the whole costume was on point, down to the Mjolnir.

For Halloween, you dressed as a cat. Leather black suit, a headband with faux fur black cat ears, a faux black tail that attached to your clothed ass by a velcro strip, and heels. It was a cliche costume, but it was last minute this year. You added the whiskers and nose with eyeliner to finish the look.

Plus, you already had the accessories from using them in the bedroom, so why not use them for this? Nobody would know.

Well, Bucky would.

The music was even louder as you stood at the entry door - you had to stop to take everything in. Ghosts hung from the tall ceiling, spider webs were littered over the walls with orange and purple fairy lights tangled in them, the tables had a large spider as a centerpiece, and fog rose above your ankles. The snack table had creepy looking snacks, a huge zombie cake was in the middle and was nearly half gone, and the punch bowl resembled blood.

Tony does not disappoint. He had planned this party in only a few days and it looked as if it had taken forever.

You smiled as you weaved your way through the dancing guests, searching for a familiar face. The strobe lights didn’t help, but it was easy for you to spot Steve and Sam near the bar. They were dressed as Woody and Buzz from Toy Story.

“Lookin’ good, fellas!” You hollered as you approached the two. They turned to face you and their eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as when they saw your costume. “Me-OW!” Sam gently grabbed your hand and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The team hadn’t seen your costume yet so this reaction was expected.

You laughed and shoved his chest. “Hm, couldn’t stay away from the wings, I see.” You smirked and Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Steve here wouldn’t leave me alone when he saw Toy Story for the first time. These costumes have been planned since August.” Sam muttered just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Steve scoffed. “you were excited about it when I suggested it. This isn’t all on me!” He defended himself and you giggled softly. “I think you both look amazing.” You commented and straightened Steve’s cowboy hat, making Steve blush. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” You smiled and turned to face the people on the dance floor, your eyes moving across them in search for your boyfriend. “Either of you seen Bucky?” You questioned, trying to see over the tall people. Steve hummed as he looked over the crowd, searching for him. 

Bucky decided to dress up as Dracula for Halloween. His costume was also cliche, but you thought he looked sexy as a vampire. He wore a double buttoned victorian red vest over a white dress shirt and had a long, silk cape on, the inside matching his vest. His long hair was slicked back and you put fake blood drips from his lips to his chin earlier before you got ready. And when he smiles, those fangs remind you of when he bites your neck while he-

“There he is!” Your thoughts were interrupted by Sam. Your eyes followed his finger and you could see Bucky talking to Clint who was dressed up as a Mummy. Natasha, dressed up as Jessica Rabbit, was standing beside Clint. They seemed to be having a nice time, so you stayed with Sam and Steve.

“I’ll leave him be.” You turned to face the men again and watched Steve’s eyes trail down your body once more. “Don’t get all woody, Woody.” Sam snickered and Steve elbowed him quickly. “Shut up, Sam!” He whisper yelled. You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at them.

A few minutes passed while you spoke to them. The music was actually good this year and you were enjoying yourself a lot. A few friends stopped by a couple times, then you were left alone with the two men again. When they started talking about work related topics, you zoned out, facing the bar that was also decorated.

You hadn’t noticed that the two men left your side until a large body pressed against your backside, a metal hand and a flesh hand rest on your hips.

“Here, kitty, kitty.” Bucky’s voice was low and husky in your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as he pulled you back against his crotch, nuzzling his face into your neck, giving it a small bite. “Mmm, good evening, master.” You heard the hitch in Bucky’s throat and he smirked, turning you around to face him.

You looked up at him and he squeezed your hips again. He let out a chuckle when you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “You look amazing, Doll.” His eyes focused on your slightly exposed cleavage. You felt yourself become bashful as his eyes raked over your body. He looked even better than you remembered when you helped him dress up.

“Being a vampire suits you,” You commented, watching the way his fangs shined underneath the lights. “I’d quite like you to suck my blood.” Your voice was seductive and Bucky bit his lip, the two fangs slightly poking his thick bottom lip. “I’d rather you suck me.” He whispered, moving his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You let out a whine and started to become aroused. “Yeah? You want your cock in my mouth?” The innocent look on your face caused Bucky’s cock to twitch. He let out a harsh breath and nodded. You loved teasing Bucky and you knew exactly what to do. There was a bowl full of lollipops on the bar counter and you reached to your side to grab one.

It was cherry flavored and you unwrapped it, watching his face. Bucky kept his eyes on you, wincing at the tightness in his pants. You looked into his blue eyes as you raised the red lollipop to your lips. He gulped and you opened your mouth to lick it slowly, letting your lips wrap around it. Bucky’s eyes drooped and you let your lips come off with a pop.

“Kitten, you’re killing me.” He whimpered, playing with the tail hanging from your ass. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you grabbed his cloak, keeping the lollipop in your mouth as you pulled him through the room towards the door. You quickly made your way to the nearest empty room, which wasn’t difficult since everyone was occupied in the dance room now, all while maintaining a seductive sway in your stride.

You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your lips and dropped it in the trash can outside the door, feeling satisfied when you heard Bucky groan behind you. “Damn, Kitten, your ass looks great.” He slapped your right cheek with his flesh hand and you relished the sting, shoving you both into an empty bedroom and shutting the door.

“Bet you want a taste, huh?” You giggled. Bucky quickly turned you around, slamming your back into the wall. You loved when he was rough with you. It took him a while to get used to it, even when he’d see you moan in bliss as he choked you, but he grew comfortable. You never pushed him and vice versa. You trusted each other.

Bucky growled and tugged down the zipper on your cat suit, unzipping it and moving it out of the way so your breasts were showing. “I fucking love these.” His teeth nipped at your breasts and you gasped when his hands squeezed them. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name and he bit down harder, eliciting a moan from you.

Your hands made their way into Bucky’s hair and he hissed, pushing his hips into you. “Are you gonna behave, Kitten?” His voice was barely over a whisper and you nodded, looking up at him innocently. “Knees. Now.” He ordered firmly. You sank down to your knees, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s. His eyes nearly closed for a split second as he watched you lower, the sight almost enough to make him cum then and there. Almost.

You reached your hands out to hold onto his thighs but he shook his head. “Keep your hands to yourself. I’m fucking your mouth.” The authority in his tone made you want to disobey and challenge him, but you decided against it. For now.

Bucky unzipped his pants and he shoved them down along with his boxers to his knees. His cock sprang free and slapped against his clothed abdomen. The sight made your mouth water and you absentmindedly leaned forward, your eyes locked on his thick member.

Bucky chuckled and his flesh fingers wrapped around his shaft. He started lightly tugging on it, the movement causing his balls to jiggle. “Mm, you’re so eager. You want me to fuck your mouth? Huh, Kitten?” He was teasing you with his words but you didn’t care. You were desperate to taste him, to feel his heaviness on your tongue.

“Please. I want it so bad.” You begged shamelessly, licking your lips. Bucky stepped forward and you sat up on your knees, keeping your back straight against the wall. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting Bucky slide his cock inside.

A shiver shook Bucky’s body and he gasped as you closed your lips around the tip, lightly licking as he kept sliding in. His hand left his shaft and he bottomed out, letting a groan fall from his lips as you relaxed your throat. His chest was heaving as he sat still. Tears started to form in your eyes but having his cock in your mouth and hearing the broken whimpers coming from above you, it made it all worth it.

Bucky pulled his hips back so half of his cock was in your mouth. He thrust only slightly, looking down at you as you hummed around him. You looked up at Bucky and his hips jolted involuntarily, his cock reaching the back of your throat again. “Fuck, such a good Kitten.” His voice sounded wrecked.

You moaned around him, urging him to start going faster. He chuckled deeply and rest the palm of his flesh hand against your cheek, wiping a stray tear. “Ready?” He whispered, spreading his legs a tad further apart. You nodded as best you could, causing Bucky bite his lip at the sensation.

He started to speed up and you relaxed your jaw so he could get even deeper. “Oh, that’s it. Yess.” His hands rest on the base of your skull, his fingers grasping locks of your hair. His balls started to slap against your chin and neck, and the sounds it was making caused your panties to get wetter by the second.

You looked up at Bucky through your lashes. He was a total mess. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was hanging open. You felt his hands tighten in your hair, tugging your head closer and off the wall. You gagged around him as he thrust particularly hard, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone.

“S-so good. Fuck yes, Kitten.” He whimpered your pet name and let his head fall forward. Your saliva was starting to come out from the sides of your mouth and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. He gave a few quick thrusts and gasped when he felt your tongue lick the underside.

He quickly pulled away from your mouth and you gasped for air, having not been able to properly breathe. A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his tip. “I love your cock so much.” You wanted to lean forward again and take it, but you waited like a good girl. He smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow.

He started tracing your lips with the tip of his cock, knowing how crazy that drives you, but it drives him even crazier. “Do you?” He slid just a little in, watching as your wrapped your lips around his tip. You nodded and pulled away with a pop. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” 

Bucky gasped and creased his eyebrows, his cock twitching. You reached a hand up and began to stroke him. “Please, cum in my mouth. I want it so bad.” You spoke in an innocent voice, lightly squeezing Bucky’s cock as you jerked him off. “Oh, Kitten. Fuck.” He let out a shuddered breath and you lifted your other hand to fondle his balls.

When you noticed his abdomen tightening, you put him back in your mouth. You stroked the rest at a harder pace and sucked on his tip, moving your tongue back and forth against the underside, hitting a sensitive spot. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” Bucky growled, jerking his hips forward.

He took control again, holding your head as he fucked your mouth. You moaned and squeezed your breasts together as you stared into Bucky’s eyes. He was a gasping and moaning mess as he watched you. Suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a strained groan and you felt hot spurts of his thick and salty cum coating your throat.

You moaned at the taste, furthering his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He choked out, his thrusts faltering just a tad. You swallowed all you could in case he had more, and he always does. You felt a few more drops land and quickly swallowed the rest down.

Bucky let out a heavy breath as he pulled out, tapping your cheek, silently telling you to open up wider. You let your tongue hang out and he smiled lazily when he noticed his cum was nowhere to be seen. “Such a good Kitten.” He pulled you to your feet and you smiled, licking your lips clean.

Bucky kissed your neck as he zipped your cat suit back up. His warm breath made you shiver as he leaned into your ear and your knees nearly buckled as you felt his metal hand slide in between your thighs, his palm cupping your pussy.

“I’m fucking this kitty later tonight. I want you wet and aching for me.”

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[brittywritesstuff]

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Summary:  Three times Valentine’s Day was a disaster, and one time it wasn’t.

Warnings: None (some f-bombs and mentions of sex; nothing graphic)

Words: 2K

Read on AO3

❤ Breakfast

Dean wakes to the sound of crashing pans in the kitchen. He groans at the disturbance and shuffles his feet to the floor upon realizing he was alone. If he’s not getting woken up the fun way, he might as well just get the hell out of bed. He brushes his teeth, but doesn’t bother with real clothes yet; his pajama bottoms and ratty AC/DC t-shirt will do for now.

He’s rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he steps down into the kitchen. He heads for the coffee pot, taking a moment to soak in its warmth and sweet aroma. He turns to look at Cas, and nearly chokes on the coffee. It spills from his mouth, and half splatters back into the cup; half splatters on the floor. “Cas… what the hell is that?” Cas turns to look at Dean, as if puzzled by Dean’s confusion, clutching an egg roughly the size of a toddler. Dean’s never seen anything like it. “Did you… Did you steal a friggin’ dinosaur?”

“What?” Cas is incredulous. Oh, okay, like Dean’s the one who’s a little off in this situation? “No, of course not, Dean. Don’t be ridiculous.” He holds the egg up a little higher and smiles. “It’s an ostrich egg.”

“A what?”

“An ostrich egg. Sam took me to an organic, natural foods grocery store last night. I thought I’d make something nice for you, since it’s Valentine’s day. It is customary, if I’m correct, to do something nice for the one you love on Valentine’s day--”

“Yeah, but--”

“So, I’m making you breakfast. Eggs and bacon. You like large quantities of food… I thought you would enjoy a large quantity of quality eggs. So,” he holds up the egg again -- jesus, that thing is ridiculous -- and nods. “Ostrich egg.”

Dean sighs, crossing the room to kiss Cas’s cheek. “It’s appreciated,” he mumbles. When he steps back, he quirks an eyebrow. “Need any help?”

“No. You can sit and relax. I’ve got this covered.” Cas winks awkwardly, and Dean can’t help smiling. Despite being in an intimate, loving, sexual relationship with him, he’ll never admit to finding something a grown-ass man does cute.

The plate Cas sits in front of him a while later looks like something from a cartoon. A giant, heaping pile of scrambled eggs (which, if he’s being honest, look kind of runny and disgusting) and bacon that looks like someone painted stripes on a piece of cardboard. A quick bite of it confirms that it also tastes like someone painted stripes on a piece of cardboard. “Cas,” he asks slowly, setting the bacon on the plate, “what the hell is that?”

“It’s soy bacon,” Cas replies, holding up the box for Dean to see. “It’s a healthier option. The box says it tastes like real bacon. I thought it might be a nice surprise.” He huffs a nervous laugh. “Surprise! Healthy bacon…”

Dean grumbles and pushes the plate away. “Cas, look… I appreciate the effort, okay? I really do, but… this,” he gestures to the mountain of food, “this is not my thing.” He stands, leaning over to kiss Cas quickly. “C’mon. Get dressed. We’ll go grab somethin’.”

He doesn’t see Cas hang his head and frown as Dean disappears from the room.

❤

Cookies

“Cas, what are you doing?”

Cas looks up to find Sam in the archway of the library. He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he focuses his attention on shuffling the last chocolate-covered Oreo into place and stepping back to admire his work. He smiles and nods, finally turning back to Sam. “I’m leaving a surprise for Dean. It’s Valentine’s Day,” he explains. “It’s customary to give the person you love some kind of chocolate.”

Sam snorts, stepping further into the library to examine Cas’s display. “So… you spelled out ‘I Love You’ in cookies? Why not just give him a box of cookies?”

Cas shuffles his feet and sets aside the package. “I… I was watching an interesting show on the Netflix,” he admits, avoiding Sam’s gaze. “A character spelled out a nice message in cookies, and I thought it might be something Dean would like.”

“Ooh, cookies.” Dean breezes into the room and scoops a handful of cookies from the table before clapping Cas on the shoulder. “C’mon,” he says around his mouthful of chocolate, “I need to make a beer run. Thought we could grab a late lunch while we’re out. Cheeseburgers.” He waves at Sam as he heads for the door. “See ya, Sammy.”

Cas sighs, hanging his head. Sam nudges his shoulder. “It was a good effort, dude. I thought it was nice.”

“Thank you, Sam,” he says, dejected. He sets aside the cookie package and grabs his coat, following Dean outside.

❤

La Choza De Amor

“Alright, I’m gonna run in and grab a six-pack and a couple things real quick,” Dean announces as he swings the Impala into a parking space. “You need anything?” When Cas shakes his head, Dean slides across the seat and pulls him into a kiss. “Good,” Dean murmurs, delving his hands into Cas’s hair. “We’ll grab some lunch, head home, enjoy the finer things of Valentine’s Day.” He pulls back to wink. “If you catch my drift.” He kisses Cas once more and climbs out of the car, leaving Cas alone with his thoughts.

He really needs to do something for Dean. Something he’ll like. Something he’ll notice. It’s the first Valentine’s Day he’ll celebrate with Dean, together, as a ‘couple,’ and he wants it to be special. He’s determined to celebrate human traditions properly. With a sigh, he squints, scanning the shops in the strip mall. He lights up when his sight falls on a shop emblazoned with La Choza De Amor. The sign is surrounded by hearts. He climbs out of the Impala and makes his way toward the store, stopping to read a sign out front: Show your loved one just how much you care this V-Day! 30% off the whole store! “Perfect,” he mutters.

“Cas?”

Cas turns to find Dean with a handful of bags; a six-pack tucked under one arm. “What’re you doin’?”

“We should go in here,” Cas tells him, pointing toward the store.

Dean's eyebrows shoot up, and he saunters closer. Cas recognizes that cocky smirk. “You, uh, you tryin’ to get kinky?”

Cas squints his eyes and tilts his head. “No. But the sign says we should go in so I can show the person I love how much I care.” He points to the sign to prove his point.

Dean doubles over, laughing hysterically. Cas looks around, confuses. Frowning, he bends down, trying to see Dean’s face. “What's so funny? Dean? I don't--”

“Love--” Dean stands up, trying to catch his breath. “Love Shack,” he finishes, pointing to the storefront. “La China De Amor means Love Shack, Cas.”

“Yes, I'm aware of the translation. Why is that funny?” His irritation is seeping into his words.

“It's a sex shop, Cas. Places like this do big business around Valentine’s Day. So, ‘less you're interested in getting kinky… no point in goin’ in.” He reaches out to pat Cas's cheek. “C’mon. I'm hungry.”

❤

“You okay, Cas?” Dean asks through a mouthful of fries. He downs half his Coke in one swig and wipes his hands on his napkin. Cas has been quiet since they left the store, and while he’s not exactly Chatty Cathy, he’s quieter than usual. Which is concerning. “C’mon. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” Under the table, he nudges Cas’s knee with his foot.

Cas sighs, poking at the untouched fries on his plate. He reaches for his water instead and takes a long drink. “Nothing. I’m fine, Dean.”

“Oh, come on, man. I know you better than that.” He reaches across the table and squeezes Cas’s hand. Ordinarily, he’d pull away before anyone could see, but he leaves it. He even laces their fingers together and smiles. “Hey. What’s goin’ on?”

Cas sighs, and Dean smiles when his eyes meet his. “I tried to do something special for you today. And each time, I’ve failed. I wish I could just do something right.”

Before Dean can respond, the waitress comes by and asks if they’re interested in desert. Dean orders two coffees and the giant slice of apple pie he saw in the case on their way in. When the girl clears their plates and leaves, Dean stands and slides into Cas’s side of the booth. He drapes his arm around Cas’s shoulders and takes his hand again, pulling it to his lips. “Cas, listen to me,” he says quietly. “You haven’t done anything wrong, okay?” He releases Cas’s hands and tucks his fingers under his chin, kissing him softly. “I love that you tried. I really do.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

❤

The Grand Gesture

It’s dark by the time they return to the bunker, and Cas just wants to be rid of this day. Despite Dean’s heartfelt speech at the diner, he can’t help feeling like an all-around failure. As soon as they walk into the library, Dean heads for the steps leading to the kitchen. “I’m gonna put this stuff away. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Cas sighs, pulling off his coat to settle on the back of a chair. “Hey, Cas,” Sam greets him with a smile. “You mind helping me with something real quick? I took the afternoon to dig through some more Men of Letters stuff. Could use some help with these giant trunks.”

“Of course, Sam.” Cas is always happy to help -- especially a Winchester. He follows Sam through the bunker and up to the rarely-used observatory. Sam holds the door open and ushers Cas through. Cas’s jaw drops. The room is strewn with string lights and flowers In the center is a blanket laid out with food and Dean’s trusty green cooler. The lid is popped open and Cas can see a few beers and a bottle of wine nestled into the ice at the bottom.

“I know it’s not much,” Dean says from the doorway. Cas smiles when Sam claps him on the shoulder, and watches as he leaves. He turns his full attention to Dean. “And I’m new to this whole thing. Chicks are easy. You buy ‘em some flowers or chocolate and a stupid card and you call it a day.” He’s making his way toward Cas now, and suddenly, Cas is nervous. “But with you,” Dean says as the toe of his shoe bumps Cas’s. Dean’s hands find his waist. “You’re different. You’re more than a stupid cheap date to me. I don’t do romance, Cas. I don’t do feelings. I’ve spent my life being Mr. Right Now rather than Mr. Right, but damn it…” He trails off with a laugh, and Cas can’t help smiling.

Cas brings a hand to Dean’s face, and Dean seems to find comfort in the gesture. “I’m in love with you. Completely... totally… stupidly… head-over-heels… full-on chick flick in love with you, Cas. And I’m sorry if I ruined your attempts to surprise me today. I really am. But… I wanted to have tonight for you. I wanted it to be special. Because, well… fuck.”

Cas decides to take pity on him and kisses him quiet. He pulls Dean in, fits his body against his own, and sighs. “This is all perfect, Dean,” Cas says as they break, breathless. “I’m not good at romance, either, apparently.” He laughs softly, leaning his forehead against Dean’s. “It all seems a little ridiculous now.”

“Nothing you do for me is ridiculous, Cas. I mean… draggin’ my sorry ass outta Hell, maybe--”

“Dean…”

“Okay. Okay. Look, Cas, the point is... You tried. And I love you even more for all your efforts. But… you’ve made so many grand gestures for me in the last however many years… I just wanted one. I wanted one big, grand gesture for you. This is it.”

Cas kisses him again and smiles against Dean’s lips. “It’s perfect. Truly.”

He feels Dean return the smile and rock back just enough to look Cas in the eye. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cas.”

Huffing out a laugh, Cas ducks his head, bumping his forehead against Dean’s. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Dean.”