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Give Me More

A/N: Caught up! Today’s HBC Lucky in Love prompt is wealth and it’s for the OG @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Also for the square Belly Bulge for @star-spangled-bingo​ with Bucky x reader

Word Count: 269

18+ ONLY - good ol’ fashioned sex - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you are over the age of 18

“Oh god, yes!” you wailed as Bucky moved inside you. Your head rolled side to side as Bucky set a bruising pace. He stilled for a moment, watching in wonder at the outline of his cock deep in your belly. You tried to buck against him, but his weight on top of you kept you in place. Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped. “Bucky, please! Move!”

Bucky pulled back, leaving just the tip in before ramming into you. There it was again, that bulge that fascinated him. His eyes were dark, lustful, as he repeated the same torturous pace. Pull back far enough, then ram hard into you. Each view of his cock inside you sent his lust into overdrive.

“Fuck!” you screamed as he did it again. “Please!” Bucky looked up to meet your momentary gaze. “Faster!”

Bucky abandoned his plan and obeyed you, moving over you faster and harder. You came with a loud scream. Your walls squeezed him tight and he almost lost the thread of control he held. You finally relaxed around him and your eyes fluttered open. Bucky leaned down to kiss you softly. “I feel so rich, ya know,” he murmured against your throat, pressing kisses down the column of your neck. He raised his head to lock his gaze to yours; you felt him stir inside you and you mewled softly. “You give me everything doll; I love you.” He gently moved his hips and you hissed as he skimmed over that spot. “Can you give me more?”

You could only nod as he grinned, moving against you once more.

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A Quiet Evening (Bucky x Reader)

Title: A Quite Evening

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A quiet moment of domestic intimacy is shared between a loving couple.

Word Count: 650

Square Filled: Cooking Together

Warning: sickening fluff

This story is not betaed

Author’s Note: This is my first submission for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. I know I haven’t been around a lot on the fic writing side, but I’m hoping to get a little more worked in here and there in between rounds of editing my novel.

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There was something about cooking that just soothed your soul. It was the one thing that never changed. Knowing that combining certain ingredients would always make the same dish made things better somehow on days when it all seemed too much.

Turning away from the kitchen island, you check the pot of water on the stove before turning back to your vegetables. The rhythmic sound of the knife cutting through the onion was like meditation. It took your focus down to one solitary moment and silenced the rest of the chaos floating around in your brain.

A pair of familiar arms encircled your waist, the corner of your mouth curling into the barest hint of a smile as you melted against a solid chest.

“Welcome home.”

Bucky placed a featherlight kiss to the spot where your neck connected to your shoulder.

“Anything I can do to help?”

A groan made its way past your lips when his teeth grazed the column of your throat before soothing the reddened flesh with his tongue.

“Start the pasta for me?”

A hollow ache dotted your chest at the feeling of his arms slipping away. Leaving his embrace was always the hardest task you would undertake. Whether it be simply getting out of bed, or sharing one final moment together before he went away on a mission, you never felt complete without Bucky’s arms around you.

The two of you moved around the kitchen like a pair of dancers. You circled and dipped. Stepped and sashayed around each other while you prepared your special meal.

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, you took one last taste of the sauce.

“Mmm.”

“That good?” Bucky asked, resting his vibrainium hand on your hip.

You held the spoon out to him and watched with unadulterated glee as his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste.

“Damn doll.”

You smiled in appreciation. 

“Mind setting the table for me while I finish up?”

Placing a kiss to your forehead, Bucky reached into the cabinet and started grabbing plates and glasses to take to the table.

You took the sauce off the burner and poured it into the clear serving dish filled with pasta resting on the counter. You gave it a good stir, ensuring every strand was coated in your special sauce.

“It’s ready,” you called as you gathered the dish and pasta utensil in hand.

You came around the corner leading to the dining room and froze. A small gasp escaped your lips. Two tall glowing silver candles sat in the middle of the table while tea light candles ringed the room, casting the space in a soft glow.

“Bucky?” you breathed.

He stepped forward, taking the dish from your hands and placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I figured we’d do something different tonight,” he whispered as he pulled away.

A smile brighter that all the stars in the heavens took over your face as you watched him carry everything to the table. Your heart swelled. What did I do to deserve this man?

You still hadn’t moved by the time he turned back to face you. Taking your hands in his, he gently led you towards the table. “Happy anniversary, doll.”

The soft touch of his lips against yours was all it took to snap you out of your stupor.

“Happy anniversary baby.”

Pacing your hands gently behind his head, you pulled Bucky towards you. Your lips met his with a passion that threatened to consume you both. Dinner could wait. There was something else you would rather enjoy first.

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Life Hack

Written for: @star-spangled-bingo​ 2021!  (& All Caps Flash Bingo!)   Words: 1970 SSB Square Filled: Alternate Universe AU  All Caps Flash Square Filled: Science Experiment   Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: None, E for everyone!   Summary: Tony & Steve have created a Youtube channel both as a way for the Team to stay busy & for them to communicate with the outside world. Participation is highly encouraged and when Reader finds out Bucky hasn’t contributed to a single video yet, they enlists his help in testing out some life hacks. 

“What are we doing again?” Bucky questioned. He was standing next to you in the makeshift recording Studio Tony had built in an unused office.

“Making a video for the Youtube channel.” You commented. You inventoried the items on the table in front of you and made sure you had everything you needed.

“And why are we doing that?” Bucky grumbled.

“Because Tony and Steve want everyone to contribute to the channel.” It would surprise no one that the idea to start an Avengers Youtube channel had been Tony Stark’s idea. Actually, the team had always had one, as far back as the early shield days. It was more for publicity. Things like showcasing highlights from non-classified missions, charity events and press conferences were the types of clips that were typically uploaded. There were even occasional interviews from new members as they joined the team.

After the virus had struck, Steve and Tony had been looking for more ways to connect with the public. Tony wanted to have a way to talk with civilians about the real science of everything. While Steve’s motivations were a little more home grown. He wanted to give people on the outside a chance to see what life was like for the Avengers. He wanted people to know that the team was just as suspectable to the virus as the public and that the public could have as much of an impact on fighting this thing as the Avengers did.

“Peter may have let it slip that you haven’t contributed one video to the channel since we started it months ago.” You explained to Bucky. “I know cameras aren’t exactly you’re thing so I figured you could help me out with my segment today. Plus, you’re my favorite.” You said before tapping him on the nose with your index finger. “Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” He complained beside you. You nodded to Peter who was standing behind the camera and began the video’s intro.

“Hey everyone! It’s [Y/N] here with another segment of the Avengers Quarantine Fifteen! That’s where we give you a fifteen-minute glimpse into what it’s like here at the Avenger’s Compound in Washington, DC.! Today I have a special guest with me, in his Youtube debut, Sergeant Bucky Barnes!” You paused to indicate Bucky who was standing next to you.

“Hey.” He nodded to the camera and offered it an awkward half wave.

“Okay, everyone,” You said looking into the camera. “I know we’re all bored out of our minds. We’ve been quarantining or sheltering in place for what feels like forever! I have to admit I’ve become addicted to watch those weird life hack videos; Buck you know the ones I’m talking about?” You asked him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He shrugged. He looked past the camera at Peter who tried to wave his attention away.

“Don’t worry you will very soon. For those of you at home who, like Bucky, have no idea what I’m talking about, a life hack is something that’s supposed to make things easier.” You explained.

“Like waterproofing your shoes with beeswax?” Bucky asked excitedly. “That really works!” He insisted.

“Yes, like that.” You nodded. “So today we’re going to be testing out if these internet hacks actually work in a little game I like to call Helpful or Hustle. Okay, here we go.” You pressed play on a video that you’d already queued up on your iPad.

“Is Parker just going to film us watching a video for fifteen minutes?” Bucky asked you with uncertainty. You couldn’t help but laugh.  

“No.” You told him. “We’re gonna watch the hack first, then we’re going to try and recreate it.”

“But they can’t see it.” He commented pointing to the camera.

“They’ll see if after. In editing.” You assured.

“I’ll take care of everything Sergeant Barnes!” Peter called from behind the camera.

“There’s no way that works!” Bucky commented. Together the two of you watch the first hack where a woman deflated a balloon around a phone to act like a protective case. “They think because it’s made of rubber it’s going to protect…Do we have balloons?” He looked down at the table. I want to try this!”

You handed Bucky a balloon and an older cellphone that no one was using anymore. He began to inflate it immediately. At first it took Bucky a few tries to deflate the balloon like the woman in the video did. His initial attempts left him with a completely flat balloon, but after realizing he had to release the air more slowly, He had a rubber seal around the device. Bucky held the phone in his vibranium hand before letting it drop several feet the floor. You both heard the distinct sound of touch screen glass shattering.

“Well, Bucky, Helpful or Hustle?” You questioned as he bent down to pick the phone up.

“I think you already know the answer, [Y/N].” He said, holding the shattered screen for Peter to capture on camera. “I like this game. What’s next?”

“Back to the video.” You said, pointing to the iPad. You both watched the next “hack” Which involved filling a balloon with hot glue, tying it off and then using it as a sink stopper.

“I mean I guess that works.” He commented, scratching the back of his head. “But you know what else works?” He looked into the camera. “Fixing your sink so it has a stopper. If you can’t fix it yourself, hire a plumber. That’s a Hustle, next!” He pressed play again.

“I think you’re going to like this one.” You told him. You watch a video of someone blowing up a balloon using a water bottle, a funnel, vinegar and baking soda.

“Tell me we have the stuff to do this one.” He asked excitedly. “I very much want to know if this works.”

You and Bucky each picked up a balloon. You poured a cup of baking soda into each of the balloons using the funnel. You then filled the water bottle about halfway with vinegar. You had to guess with the measurements as the hack hadn’t provided them.

“Parker, you’re a science kid, is this safe?” Bucky asked Peter as you portioned out the vinegar.

“It’s what most schools use to make volcanos. Should be fine.” Peter nodded.

You and Bucky stretch the end of your balloons over the mouth of your water bottles. You nodded, and on your signal you both held up the balloon so that the baking soda dumped from the balloon into the vinegar. Almost immediately the balloons began to expand.

“[Y/N] look! It’s actually working!” Bucky exclaimed with disbelief.

“Well, I think this is as good a place as any to leave things. I’m afraid to see what happens when we try to remove these balloons. I’m [Y/N]…” You left a pause for Bucky.

“And I’m Bucky!” He said, thins time giving the camera an animated wave.

“This has been the Avengers’ Quarantine Fifteen!” You called, peering over your expanding balloon.

“Cut!” Peter said to let you both know he’d finished recording.

“That was great you guys!” Peter said enthusiastically. “Uh, [Y/N], you might want to take those things outside.”

“Good idea, Parker. I’ll take care of it.” Bucky offered. “Thanks for making me do this. I actually had a lot of fun. We should do it again sometime.” He collected both water bottles and carefully escorted them from the room.

“I have a few more things to film and then I can start editing. I’ll let you both know when it’s live.” Peter explained. You thanked him and started cleaning the room so it would be ready for the next person who needed it.

A little time passed, and you’d help some of the other team members film their own segments. You’d been staying busy doing other things too like raising a quarantine kitten. Yes, even the Avengers were not immune to the desire for new pets after being trapped inside. In hindsight trying to raise a tiny mammal in a giant military compound probably wasn’t a good idea, but you and Mittens were adjusting to each other. You’d almost forgotten about the segment you’d filmed with Bucky until Peter texted you the link one day.

You pressed play and started watching the video. You were surprised to see that Peter had been recording the banter between you and Bucky before you’d officially started filming. He kept every second of it in too, even the part where you booped Bucky on the nose and told him he was your favorite. You felt your cheeks get hot knowing the others were going to razz you about that later.

“Hey [Y/N]!” You heard someone calling your name down the hall. You poked your head out of your dorm room door. Bucky was walking towards you.

“Did you see Parker posted our video?” He pointed to his phone.

“Yeah, I was just watching it. What did you think?” You asked.

“I haven’t watched it yet. I’ve been reading the comments.” He told you. You scrolled through the commented on the video. Your eyes growing wide. It seemed the videos viewers liked seeing Bucky on the channel. They also seemed to really like you and Bucky together.

“I came to ask you, what does ‘Ship It’ mean?” He said.

“Where did you…” You assumed he’d read it in the comments and sure enough as you continued to read on there were plenty of posts with things like ‘Why and I shipping [Y/N] and Bucky so hard?’ and ‘I’m calling it, Bucky x [Y/N], I’ll go down with this ship and in this TED Talk…’

“Well, Bucky Ah…” You fumbled with your words trying to think of exactly how to explain the situation. “Shipping is an internet term for…”

“If you don’t want to tell me, I can just ask Parker or his friend…Ed?” He started to turn.

“No!” You caught him by the elbow. “Trust me, you do not want to ask anyone else about this one. Shipping is a term people use as a way to say they want two people to be a couple. Sometimes they’re already a couple or they may not be together any more and people aren’t ready to let that go. It’s usually about fictional characters but sometimes celebrities too.”

“Oh…Oh!” Bucky stared down at this phone with sudden realization. “So, when they’re saying that they Ship you and I, they’re implying…”

“That they want us to be a couple, yeah.” You nodded uncomfortably. You wished you could melt into the floor or fly away on a jet pack because the truth was, you’d always had a bit of a crush on Bucky. You never thought he’d be into you. You knew that the opinion of hundreds of people online wasn’t going to change anything, but at least someone else had seen a spark, as imaginary as it may be. “It’s a pretty common thing.” You added, trying to fill the awkward air. “Like I might say I ship Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson together because they seem really happy together. I don’t really know them, so it’s not really my place to say…”

“But I know us. So, would it be completely inappropriate for me to say that I also Ship us?” He questioned, looking up from his phone.

“Does being in a video on Youtube with the man you that gets tons of people commenting what a cute couple you’d make, so you’re both finally brave enough to admit that you have feelings for each other, count as a Life Hack?” You asked back.

“As usual, I have no idea what all of that meant, but I’m going to kiss you now okay?” He asked. You nodded ‘Yes’ in response.

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Prettiest Thing Up Here (Sam Wilson x reader)

FOR SSB21

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Warnings: None. Maybe swearing and alcohol

Word Count: 0.7k

Square Filled: Watching the sunset

Summary: Sam goes up to comfort the person crying on the roof.

A/N: This is genuine trash but I needed to get something out

Sam glanced up as scurried footsteps passed his door, a fleeting silhouette dashing past. Muffled sobs broke through the door as someone raced up to the roof, a rhythm banged out by some sort of glass bottle colliding with the bannister. They weren’t being very careful. With a sigh, he dropped the pen he was fiddling with on to the desk and headed up after them. It wouldn’t be good if they fell off; for some reason there weren’t high enough railings around the roof. And besides, it wasn’t exactly like he was busy.

He pushed open the heavy metal door which creaked unsteadily on its hinges, hitting him in the face as he walked out. Ouch. Shouldn’t Stark have automated it not to do that? He scanned the rooftops, eyes alighting on a somewhat familiar figure.

“New girl?”

Y/N swiped furiously at the traitorous tears, plastering a watery attempt at a smirk on her face. “Hi Sam. Want some?”

She offered him a crystal decanter full of scotch, delicately holding it between two fingers and Sam frowned slightly, reaching forward to grab it.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He swigged from the bottle, wincing at the burn as he leant against the wall. “Now what’s got you all upset?”

“Oh, nothing important. Do you want to sit?” Y/N changed the subject quickly, offering him her seat.

“I don’t want to steal your seat.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine, I’m feeling too restless to sit anyway.”

Sam slid into the seat; legs crossed as he stared at her with one eyebrow raised. Y/N shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. It was cold up on the rooftop, an icy breeze swooping round the low walls. Sam placed his free arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

“Body heat.”

Y/N grinned, biting the inside of her cheek. “Sure, you’re not just trying to get me to sit on your lap?”

“Well… it’s an added bonus to this whole situation.” Sam passed her over the decanter and Y/N relaxed into his grip. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the topic earlier. What’s the matter?”

“I’ve decided to swear off men for the rest of existence,” Y/N joked, rubbing the back of her neck, and smiling as Sam pouted playfully.

“All men? I’m sure I know one that might be able to change your mind. But, firstly, tell me why.”

“It’s no biggie, just disappointed by someone.”

Sam gave her an expectant look, as if urging her to continue talking. Y/N sighed. It probably wouldn’t hurt to tell someone.

“My ex. Turns out he’s also been relocated to New York and he wants to reconnect now that I’ve been promoted to working with you guys.” She pulled a face, pausing. “The thing is, I hadn’t told anyone about this whole gig, other than the person I thought was my closest friend. Apparently they’re so close that as soon as we broke up, they got together, and I never knew.”

Sam let out a low whistle. “That’s fucked up.”

She laughed. “Tell me about it.”

Y/N stared out at the city skyline, eyes darting from spire to peak as she calmed herself down. Sam rubbed small circles on her back, hoping that it was soothing, but really he had no idea what he was doing. While she was gazing away, he watched her closely, the dimming light of the sun casting a golden glow against her skin.

“It’s beautiful up here,” she murmured, lips parting ever so slightly as she spoke. A small smile danced at her lips, hair ruffled by the breeze, and she sighed.

“It sure is.” She twisted round to look at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He smiled back innocently, glancing over her shoulder at the streaks of orange and pink across the horizon. “You’re missing the sunset.”

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped at the vivid colours dancing across the heavens, fiery smears of reds and oranges intertwined with subtler hues of pink and coral. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he marvelled at her beauty, forgetting the display nature was putting on for them. It could hardly compare to what was in front of him.

Y/N settled into his grasp, leaning back against his chest, and resting her head on his shoulder, gaze never leaving the setting sun and trails of colour blazing across the sky. He tightened his grip around her and glanced down at her, watching how her lips were slightly parted, awe etched into her features.

“You’re staring.” She smirked, and he tilted his head, acknowledging that she was right.

“Just making sure I don’t miss the prettiest thing up here.”

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Only With Orgasms

A/N: I’m multi-tasking again! First off HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB! Secondly, the SS HBC is celebrating Seb’s birthday as well - I didn’t use their suggested prompts but I did think having some Biker!Bucky was called for! 🤤

A companion piece to Later

Square filled: Biker AU for @marvelfluffbingo​

Square filled - Fully Clothed Sex for @star-spangled-bingo​

Word Count: 258

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Vaginal sex - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you are over the age of 18

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Your fingers ran through his long dark hair, spurring him on. His eyes darkened when you gasped loudly as he hit that spot over and over. “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

Your eyes blinked heavily before opening slowly. His black leather jacket hung from his arms, his black v-neck t-shirt untucked. Your hands fell to the supple leather as he moved over you. His hands squeezed your ass under your dress as he pounded relentlessly into you. Your heels dug into his jean-clad ass, urging him to move faster. His pace quickened; his hair fell into his face. “Come now,” he growled. You screamed his name as you let your orgasm wash over you, back arched high off the kitchen table. He thrust twice more into you before spilling his seed deep within you.

You both stayed on the table, catching your breath; your arms still clung to the jacket as you bit your lower lip. “I do love this leather on you baby,” you purred. You felt him slip out of you as his eyes danced across your face; his right hand reached out to smooth back a piece of your hair.

“You jumped on me like a Harley, doll face.” His lips quirked up. “Should we try that again on the bike?” You grinned wickedly as another idea crossed your mind, but Bucky seemed to know where your thoughts had headed. “Not in front of the club. Geez, you want to kill me?”

“Only with orgasms,” you teased.

Bucky groaned. “You really will be the death of me.”

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Just Another Day

A/n: It’s a trifecta! And a blackout card!

Square filled: Curtain fic for @star-spangled-bingo

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Word count: 500

You and Sam had been tasked with the weekly grocery shopping. Sam had put on a show, grumbling about having to still do chores as an adult, but secretly he loved the time it gave just the two of you. Away from the other Avengers, Sam relished in the simple alone times with you. It was his chance to do little things like hold your hand as you strolled down the aisles, or subtly grab your ass as he passed by you on his way to the deli. Sam’s best move, in your opinion, was when he insisted on opening your door each and every time he got to drive. Today was no different: Sam opening the car door to let you in, then doing the same when you got to the store to let you out. Holding your hand as you strolled towards the shopping carts. Cracking jokes about the melons as you took stock of the sweet potatoes opposite them. You rolled your eyes when he rubbed up against you briefly before reaching out to grab a dozen cupcakes from the bakery.

“We need to eat more fiber,” you announced as you walked past the meat section, heading towards the bread aisle. 

Sam rolled his eyes before his gaze wandered down towards the peanut butter and jelly selections at the end of the aisle. You cleared your throat and he scanned the bread options instead. “We eat plenty of fiber.”

You shook your head as you stared at your grocery list. “We eat crap,” you said with certainty. “Even Steve, with all his working out, reaches for pizza like the rest of us. Grab the Dave’s Killer brand.”

Sam looked at the loaf he had picked up, noticed it wasn’t the brand you asked for and set it back down before picking up the bread you wanted. “Whole grain?” he grimaced.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes and the white at the bottom.” You ogled his ass as he bent down. “And the berry bagels please.” You heard him grumble as he bent down again. You gave him a low wolf whistle. Sam straightened up to place the items in the cart.

“You like my ass?” he teased. He shook it for good measure.

You giggled at his antics, then nodded with a grin. “If you get it movin’ we can get home sooner and I can show you exactly how much too.” You wiggled your eyebrows to make your point.

Sam grabbed the list from your hands. “What else do we need?”

“Ice cream for me and Nat. More peanut butter. Pickles, any kind. Cherry Pepsi. And a jumbo box of condoms.”

Sam started to jog down the aisle then stopped, turning on his heels. “Condoms?”

Your grin widened. “Do you still want me to show you how much I love your ass?” Another couple ran down the aisle, avoiding the blatant flirting.

“Yes please,” answered Sam.

“Then we need condoms.” You winked. “Wanna grab those first?”

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Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

A/N: I couldn’t leave Bucky and his adorable family out of today’s Food and Drinks theme for all of the HBC! Thanks to the OG @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Word count: 547

Also using this to fill my square for @star-spangled-bingo​: Cassie Lang

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x reader - Also adding this to my little ‘verse here

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

Bianca held onto your hand as Shawn and Spencer tried to race ahead. “Boys! Stay close, please.” You turned towards Bucky, who had Rebecca riding on his shoulders. “Will you say something to them?”

Bucky grinned and hollered. “Barnes boys assemble!” They stopped midstride and ran back to their dad, matching grins on their faces. “So are you ready for your first baseball game?” The boys cheered, along with Bianca, while Rebecca simply took in the surroundings. You and Bucky quickly found your seats in the outfield and settled in, the kids sandwiched between you. Shawn and Spencer wiggled in their seats while Rebecca sat on Bianca’s lap. The game was already underway, in the bottom of the third inning, and the batter from the home team had just hit a hard line drive, sending two guys around the bases. People cheered the two runs, including Shawn and Spencer.

The game was uneventful for the next twenty minutes; Shawn and Spencer had taken to running up and down the aisle of seats. “Maybe they’ll pass out on the way home?” Bucky told you. You snorted as Rebecca settled into your arms.

“And maybe they’ll wake up just in time to catch a second wind and not go to bed,” you countered with a grin. You watched as Bianca started waving frantically at people behind you. “Bianca, who are you waving at?”

Scott Lang and his daughter Cassie appeared. Bianca squealed at her favorite babysitter. “Mom, can I sit with them please?” You shot Scott a look to check with him.

“What do you think, peanut? Should Bianca join us? I mean, I did buy the biggest sized popcorn just for us,” Scott teased. Cassie grinned and held her hand out for Bianca.

“Of course!” Cassie answered. “If that’s okay with Mrs. Barnes?”

You feigned shock. “You want to take my most well-behaved? Aren’t Shawn and Spencer a better deal?” Bianca groaned and rolled her nine-year-old eyes at her mom. “Yes you can go; behave.” You pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and watched as they fell into seats just three aisles down from you. Bucky got up out of his seat to stretch; Shawn and Spencer ran at him full speed, ramming into his legs. He gasped before looking down at his sons.

“I’m not your speed bump,” he joked. “How about we go get a snack? Popcorn? Hot dogs? Peanuts? Cracker Jacks?”

“What the heck are Cracker Jacks, dad?” Shawn asked while Spencer tackled Bucky’s legs again. Bucky picked Spencer off of his leg and took a hand of each boy and walked with them towards a food kiosk. 

“It’s caramel popcorn, with peanuts mixed in,” Bucky explained before stopping at the end of the aisle. “Doll what do you want?”

You looked at Rebecca in your lap with a grin. “Hot pretzels for us please!”

Four hours later you were tucking the two boys into their beds. Rebecca was already passed out on her new big girl bed and Bianca had asked to read before she went to bed. Bucky tucked Spencer in while you tucked in Shawn.

“What did you think of the game today?” you asked Shawn. He yawned and smiled, patting his belly, looking very much like his father.

“The food!”

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Drink Me

A/N: HI!! I’m here, I’m alive, and I’m still writing... but the muse has been fickle so I do what I can Today the HBC launched HBC Festive Fall so I added their suggested prompt of “Boots” for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Square filled for @star-spangled-bingo​: “Is it permanent?” Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo​: Gender swap

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 583 first divider by the lovely @imerdwarf - other divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Mild swearing but no real warnings

I would love any feedback/reblogs/love in general but my work is *NOT* permitted to be used in any other way, on any other sites, without my express permission  

You stared hard at the bottle labeled “Drink me” that sat on the coffee table in the common room. Frowning, you took a glance around the room; seeing no one you picked up the bottle and twisted off the cap. Your nose was assaulted by a mix of citrusy scents; without any hesitation, you drank the entire bottle. Wonder what Bucky’s up to, you thought as your stomach churned.

Bruce came in, staring at you in horror as you licked the last drops from your lips. “Please tell me you didn’t drink that?” Bruce grabbed the bottle. “And who the hell wrote ‘drink me’ on this?”

Tony’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he sauntered in. “Please tell me Barton drank it.” He saw you and Bruce and groaned. “Damnit y/n!”

Your stomach gurgled loudly and you looked at both men. “I swear to god I oughta…” You stopped, noticing your voice sounded different, lower. Bruce’s lips were drawn back, trying not to laugh, while Tony started laughing hysterically. You watched as you ran into the room… wait…

“What the fuck?” you-but-not-you screamed at Bucky-as-you. “I was flexing in the mirror and all of a sudden THIS HAPPENED!” Tony’s laughter got louder and Bruce couldn’t hold back any longer, laughing along with his friend. “Somebody better goddamn fix this!” Bucky-as-you stomped away as you glanced down at your new vibranium arm.

You turned to Bruce and Tony. “Is it permanent?”

You knocked on the door, a large dent appearing as you heard a soft “Coming” from deep inside the room. Tony and Bruce were already in the lab, working on a cure, while you had spent a good part of the day examining your, no Bucky’s, physique. The door opened and you-as-Bucky stared down at you, swimming in a dark grey bathrobe. “Can I come in?” you asked. Bucky stepped aside, allowing you in. “Look this is all Tony’s fault… no more like Bruce’s fault. Who the hell makes a gender-swapping potion; what good does it do?”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m more curious why you were thinking of me when you drank it; Bruce told me that was the only way it would have worked.”

You felt the heat rise in your… no Bucky’s cheeks as you answered. “I was only wondering what you were up to; thought maybe I could convince you to go to a movie with me.”

“Like a date?” His eyes...this was weird, your eyes twinkled at the implication. You huffed then crossed your arms over your chest.

“Will this go away if I admit my intentions?” Bucky smirked and you huffed again, harder this time. “Did Tony tell you that? How am I supposed to trust anything…” You were stopped by a pair of soft lips against yours.

You shivered; Bucky noticed and quickly tossed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as the two of you walked towards the theater. “You okay doll?”

You nodded before staring down at your knee-high boots. “Glad I was excited enough to wear these; I didn’t expect it to be cold so soon.” You felt Bucky’s lips brush your head and shivered again, for an entirely different reason.

“Let’s just be glad Bruce and Tony figured out the cure in less than a day.” Bucky’s metal hand stroked your shoulder softly. “Still, it got us on a date, right?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you approached the line outside of the theater. “Yes it did.”

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Faking It

A/N: It’s CEO!Chubby Bucky time! This is a follow up to Suits

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo​ - CEO AU

Square filled for @star-spangled-bingo​ - In Pain

Word Count: 231

Warnings: PG-13

divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

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The party had been a success for Bucky. As CEO he had assembled the best team for events like this. He had you out on the dance floor for most of the night when…

“Shit,” you muttered as your foot went in one direction, your shoe in the other. Bucky pulled back and looked down as you winced.

“Are you ok doll?” He bent down and grabbed your shoe, guiding you off the dance floor swiftly. He led you to a vacant chair, then lowered himself to his knees as he gently moved your foot around. He chanced a glimpse up your leg and nearly groaned aloud, forgetting you and he had forgone underwear. You watched as his eyes darkened; his tongue snaked out to wet his dry lips.

You sat up, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “I know it’s your party Mr. CEO, but you think we can get out of here now?” His fingers ran up your calf and you shivered in desire. Bucky nodded quickly, then looked around quickly.

“Let me just say goodbye to one person and we can get out of here. Will you be okay to walk?”

You gave him an exaggerated wink as he stood. “I’ll limp until we’re out the door.” 

“Did you really just fake that?” he asked as he adjusted himself subtly.

“Get me home and you’ll find out.”

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Shenanigans

And so soon!  Filling another couple of bingo squares tonight, might even black out a card! A few pop culture references embedded in here too 😉😊

Pairing: General

Square filled: Buddy Cop for @marvelfluffbingo​

Square filled: T’Challa for @star-spangled-bingo​

Word Count: 334

“Barnes! Wilson!”

Bucky and Sam exchanged looks at each other while their buddies snickered. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Don’t forget the water balloon,” Joey reminded them jokingly. The guys rolled their eyes while the rest laughed.

“Let’s just go,” Bucky muttered. He stood; Sam did the same. They took two steps before the bellow came louder.

“Barnes! Damnit, Wilson!” Now their captain, T’Challa, stood in the doorway, arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face. “Get in here!”

“Sorry guys,” Steve whispered as the two shuffled towards the captain’s office.

Bucky and Sam entered the office; T’Challa closed the door behind them as they took the two seats in front of his desk.

“Do you two mind telling me why I got a call from the mayor asking why two of my supposedly finest officers were found napping in the middle of Central Park?”

Bucky said nothing while Sam shrugged. “We were out late; we got tired and took a nap. We all do it.”

T’Challa bit his lower lip to keep from laughing as he spat out. “Not on the kids’ carousel! Do you know how many hits it got on Instagram before the mayor saw it?”

“Did we go viral?” Sam wondered in awe. The glare from the captain kept Sam’s excitement from getting out of hand.

Bucky frowned. “How was I supposed to know there’d be consequences to our actions?” Sam snickered at Bucky.

T’Challa sighed, the annoyance going out of him. “Look, you two are some of the best undercover cops we have. I can’t afford the two of you to get into any more shenanigans like this. Got it?”

“Got it,” the two said in unison.

“Dismissed,” T’Challa waved them out of his office.

Just as Bucky opened the door, Clint walked by. Clint looked down at his phone then up at Bucky. “Did you know you guys are viral now?”

“Yes!” Sam exclaimed.

“Wilson!” came the bellow again.

Sam discreetly pumped his fist by his side. “Sorry, sir.”

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Taking A Ride

A/N: Hi! Sorry I’ve been a little MIA - health issues came up so I’ve been trying to get back to feeling normal - and the muse had left me... until today! It’s funny what a drive to the salon can do for a girl and her imagination!

This is for my Square for @star-spangled-bingo: Motorcycle

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 635

Divider by the awesome @whimsicalrogers​

Warnings: implied smut - let’s be on the safe side and call this 18+ so if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18

You let out a heavy breath as you slumped against Steve’s chest. The bedroom grew quiet as the two of you snuggled. “I don't know Steve,” you whispered, fingers lightly stroking his beard. You heard his low chuckle vibrate in his chest before you felt his lips brush over your hair.

“You know you’ll have me to hold on to. I won't let anything happen to you.” His words did little as you thought about his request. You lifted your head to look him in the eyes.

“I know you will,” you admitted. “It's everyone else I'm worried about. I saw this guy on one yesterday as I was driving to work.” An involuntary shiver raced down your spine. He hugged you right.

“Sleep. We'll talk in the morning.”

You stared at the metal heap Steve called a motorcycle and gulped. “I don't know,” you whined. Steve's smile was easy as he slid onto the seat. Your attention was pulled to his ass and you couldn't help but ogle. Steve turned back and caught your stare. His chuckle brought your attention back to his face and you smirked. “Fine, I see ONE advantage.”

“Do you want my help?” Steve asked, holding out his hand. You took his hand and climbed behind him cautiously. Your arms immediately wrapped around his waist and your hips slid forward. You groaned slightly, feeling his firm back against your front. “Comfortable back there?” 

“It's not so bad,” you replied. Steve kicked the stand out from underneath and stood the bike up. You gasped but your legs squeezed instinctively around Steve. He grinned and grabbed a helmet, passing it back to you. Your fingers trembled as you fastened it as Steve put on his.

“We'll go slow, just around a few blocks okay?” Steve gazed at you as you nodded slowly. He leaned in to brush his lips over yours. “My brave girl.” He turned back to the motorcycle and started it up quickly, letting it run for a moment before taking off. You squealed and wrapped tighter around Steve. He kept his promise, going slow as the two rumbled down the streets of New York. A few short minutes later he pulled back into the Tower parking garage and killed the engine, quickly putting the kickstand down. He hopped off with ease then turned to help you off. Your legs wobbled; he caught you easily then gently pulled off the helmet before leaning down for a kiss. He sighed and pulled back; your eyes were still closed and your lips turned up slightly at the corners. “What’d you think, sweetheart?”

Your eyes opened slowly, your lips parted slightly. You shook your head slowly before answering. “That was… unexpected.” Steve’s mouth opened but your next words stopped him. “It was fun! I don’t think I want to go racing down the interstate but I’d go again.” You saw Steve’s beaming smile and realized your mistake. “Can I take it back? I wanna take it back now.”

His laugh bounced against the garage walls as he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards the elevator. “I’m gonna start planning trips for us to take on the bike, maybe up the coast, or down the coast. I’ll bet we can get Bucky and Nat to join us.” He looked down at you with a smirk. “I’m going to turn you into a biker chick yet.”

You guffawed as the elevator started its ascent. “I don’t know about that but…”

“But?”

Your eyes darkened slightly. “But I’m in the mood for another ride.”

“Really? Let’s…” Steve saw you bite your lower lip and groaned as the elevator stopped on your floor. “Oh I’ll give you a ride.” He grabbed your hand tight and dragged you to your rooms, you grinning behind him.

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Ready... Aim...

A/N: Hi! I’m not dead, only occupied by RL stuff so writing has taken a bit of a backseat - plus I know I have a few WIPs I should probably get to... but this called out to me - dedicating this to @the-marvel-horniest-book-club​

Square filled: Bow and Arrow for @star-spangled-bingo

Pairing: General - but all three Caps make an appearance

This is set between CA:WS and CA:CW

Word count: 341

A loud thwack echoed in the gym; the arrow sailed over the dangling target and bounced off a rafter. “Jesus! Watch where you point it!” Sam grumbled under his breath. “What was that Falcon?”

“Exactly my point!” Sam threw the bow down in frustration. “I’m Falcon, not Hawkeye.”

Clint rolled his eyes as he picked up the bow. “But your fancy-schmancy wings aren’t always going to save you. You need to learn some useful skills. Cap’s orders.”

“Cap’s orders,” Sam mimicked in a high pitched voice. “When did you ever follow Cap’s orders?”

Clint cocked his head, a smirk clear on his face. “That one time in New York, I actually left my hearing aids on. Came in handy.”

“Whatever,” Sam scoffed.

“I’d listen to him if I were you,” came an amused voice from the doorway. Steve leaned against the frame. “His arrows save our ass more times than not. You could learn something.”

Sam glared at Steve. “Arrows? Really?”

It was Clint’s turn to mock Sam. “Arrows? Really?”

Sam grumbled again but chose another arrow and settled into the position Clint had taught him. The arrow rested just below the nocking point. Sam pulled the bow string back and aimed for the target once more.

“Just relax into it,” Clint told him for what seemed like the millionth time in just the one hour they had been training.

Sam closed his eyes for a moment to center himself, then opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed his fingers. The whoosh of the arrow was audible as it sailed again through the air before sinking into the very edge of the target. Clint’s eyes widened slightly as Steve looked on with a grin. Sam whooped loudly. “See that? I did it! I told you I could do it!”

A loud snort came from the ceiling. “‘Bout damn time too! Can I come down now Clint?”

Sam shook his head as reached for another arrow. “Naw Buck, stay there! I wanna see if I can get your arm next!”