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[jewels2876]

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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hi i was wondering what the prompt Dear John/Jane letter means? is it just a character(s) writing letter(s) ? thank you x

A Dear John letter is what a woman writes when she breaks up with a guy and a Dear Jane is a guy writing to a woman - but in both cases it's normally to break up, sometimes using the age-old "It's not you, it's me" or "I met someone else" 🤣😢

~Admin Julie

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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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SSB21 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson oneshots for @star-spangled-bingo​

Dancing: Dance With Me (Steve Rogers x reader)  You’ve been assigned a recon mission at a fancy ball and you’re dreading it, most of all because you’re pretty certain your partner is your colleague Mark. But you’re pleasantly surprised. Date published: 10/01/2021

Watching the sunset: Prettiest Thing Up Here (Sam Wilson x reader)  Sam goes up to comfort the person crying on the roof. Date published: 21/02/2021

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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.”

[jewels2876]

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!”

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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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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

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  

Edit below by the lovely @nix-akimbo because the VIBES!!! 

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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Perfect Timing

A/N: Tropes as far as the eye can see! So this weekend I’m going to try and churn out as many little blurbs/drabbles/one shots as I can that I can! If you’d like to toss me a few ideas, DO IT! 😊 This one is dedicated to @the-marvel-horniest-book-club​ with the trope  Locked in with a cute stranger

It also fills my square for @star-spangled-bingo: “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Word Count:225

Sam stared at the person to his right. The only thought that seemed to be going through his mind was “Dateable, so dateable.” Sam paid no attention to the panicked look on your face or the frantic attempts you were making. “Hi,” he finally drawled. “How are you? I’m Sam.”

You looked over at him, a cross between annoyed and exasperated. “Really? You’re hitting on me now?”

“Why not?” Sam batted his gorgeous eyelashes against his cheek. “Seems as good a time as any.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, suppressing a grin. “Sure, stuck in an elevator is always a good time to hit on someone. Hi, I’m y/n.” You stuck out your hand but quickly yanked it back as Sam’s hand stretched out. “Too slow!”

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he smirked. “Cute and sassy? Deadly combo. So have you tried hitting any of the buttons?”

Your eyes widened incredulously. “I hadn’t thought of that! I was too busy wondering how to approach the world-renowned Sam Wilson.” You rolled your eyes again. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

Sam stretched his arms out in front of him, then over his head, before sitting down on the floor of the elevator. “Well, since we’re going to be stuck for a bit, have a seat. Tell me about yourself. Starting with, are you single?”

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Ashes and Soot

A/N: I had a few bingo squares I wanted to knock out today so I decided to use the HBC Idiom Challenge to help me out - this is dedicated to @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and @the-marvel-horniest-book-club​

Summary: After the fiasco that was Adventures in Babysitting, Steve, Bucky, and Sam still think they belong in the lab

Squares filled: Christmas in July for @marvelfluffbingo and Chaotic Lab for @star-spangled-bingo​

General pairing with reader insert

Word count: 409

Warnings: none

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

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Red twinkling lights hung from the lab’s ceiling; Bing Crosby crooned from the surround sound speakers. Everything in the lab was covered in soot and ash as you stared at the destruction. Two super soldiers and their friend were in the center of it all, bickering loudly.

“Guys!” All three stopped and turned. Bucky’s metal hand instantly starting rubbing the back of his neck while Steve’s cheeks flushed pink. Sam, on the other hand, sported a rakish grin as he spread his arms out. “Sam, what the hell are you wearing?”

He dropped his arms and glanced down at his Santa costume. “I’m the Easter bunny,” he cracked. “Come on y/n, you know what I’m wearin’!”

You chuckled and shook your head in amusement. “You’re right. So WHY the hell are you wearing that?”

Sam cocked his head, looking at you through slightly narrowed eyes. “You know Tony’s hosting a Christmas in July party tomorrow right?”

You nodded, remembering the intricate invitations Pepper had passed out. “So it makes sense you’d be trying on the suit. But what are the three of you doing in here?” You turned to look pointedly at your boyfriend Bucky. “You do remember what happened the last time the three of you were in here, right?”

All three guys started talking at once. You caught snippets of “his idea,” “cool,” and “snow” before you raised your hands and shook them in the air to get their attention. “Do you mean to tell me that you came in here to try and create your own snow?”  No one responded as you looked around once more. “Honestly I was hoping you were just pulling my leg with this text you sent me, but clearly you never learned your lesson.”

Bucky frowned as he walked around the ash-covered table and enveloped you in a hug. “Sorry doll,” he mumbled against your neck. “I don’t know why I let them talk me into things.”

Steve and Sam both scoffed. “It was your idea!” Steve exclaimed loudly.

“What was who’s idea?” Tony asked from the doorway. “Y/n, you have this handled yeah? I don’t want mini super soldiers again.” You looked back at Tony with a smirk and nodded once. Tony walked away without another word.

You pulled out of Bucky’s embrace and moved to the storage cabinet, pulling out a broom, mop, and buckets. “Okay guys, let’s get this cleaned up before Bruce sees this mess.”

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Say It With Flowers

A/N: HI! So I wanted to participate in the HBC's 24 Hrs Surprise Challenge - it was themed Secrets and this one is all about a secret crush! For both @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Square filled @star-spangled-bingo: Flower Shop AU

Pairing: Stucky, Steve x reader

Word Count: 729

Divider by the awesome @firefly-graphics​

“Steve! You’ve got a package at the front door!” you yelled. The delivery guy grinned at you as Steve’s feet thundered down the hallway. Steve gently pushed you out of the way as he signed for the package. It was long and covered in a plain brown paper; the handwriting was blocked so neither you nor Steve could tell who it was from. A recent memory tickled in the back of your brain and you couldn’t help the grin as Steve tore into the box.

“Flowers?” he whispered, pushing back the dark green tissue paper. The yellow tulips stood out against the paper and you clapped excitedly behind him.

“I know who they’re from!” you squealed. “I think,” you quickly amended.

“Who?” Steve demanded.

The next day a knock at the door sounded; you quickly scrambled out of your seat in the kitchen and launched yourself at the door. Steve heard the knock as well and barreled towards the front door as well; the two of you collided, heads bumping, hands and feet tangling. Nat reached over both of you to open the door. “Dorks,” she muttered, shaking her head. It was the same delivery guy as before; he laughed at the two of you disentangling, handing another long, brown wrapped box to Nat, who signed. The delivery guy walked away still laughing as Nat read Steve’s name out loud.

Steve grabbed the box from Nat and gently pulled back the paper; you sucked in a breath as all of you stared at the pink roses. You grabbed the discarded paper and saw the same block printing again. “I’m pretty sure I know who is sending these,” you told Steve. “Wanna go shopping for some vases tomorrow?”

Steve pulled the door to a flower shop; the tiny bell above the door jangled prettily. “Be right with you,” came a deep, gravelly voice from behind the counter. Steve watched as the man turned and straightened, staring into a pair of stormy blue eyes. Long wavy hair framed the eyes and a shy smile. “Nice to see you again Steve. Did you decide on which flowers you wanted for your girl?”

Steve tilted his head, thinking about the last time he was here. You had pointed to some fuschia peonies. “Those might look good in Tony’s garden.” Then you had spotted the blue hyacinth in the back corner and ran right to them, sticking your nose deep and inhaling. “OOOH!” Steve had chuckled at your enthusiasm as you wandered over to a large bush. “Steve! Come SMELL this!” He took the few steps and inhaled deeply, grateful for the millionth time the super solider serum had fixed his asthma. “You’re right, this smells amazing!”

Steve offered his own shy smile to the man. “She’s a friend, not my girl.” Steve tilted his head again. “Wait, you remember my name?”

“Easy to remember,” the man replied. His hand reached out across the counter. “I’m James.”

“James, nice to meet you.”

James made a face, but quickly smiled. “It doesn’t sound right. My friends call me Bucky; you should call me Bucky instead.”

“Bucky,” Steve tested the name out. Bucky’s grin grew. “So Bucky, I’ve been getting these deliveries. Would you be able to tell me who sent them?”

Bucky’s grin wavered slightly. “You mean you don’t know?” His arms crossed immediately. Steve watched his body shift from one foot to the other.

“Wait. Did… you…?”

The right corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched as he tried to keep his face impassive. He said nothing, letting the tension grow as the two men stood staring at each other. Steve’s left hand reached up to stroke his beard; he noticed that Bucky’s eyes followed the movement and he groaned good-naturedly. “Damn Bucky! You made me lose a bet.”

It was Bucky’s turn to tilt his head at Steve. “What? How?”

“My friend that was with me last time? She knew you sent the flowers and bet me on it.” Steve chuckled to himself. “Explains her terms too.”

Bucky chuckled along with him. “And her terms were?”

“She’d cook me dinner if I was right.”

“And since she was right?” Bucky prompted.

“She’s paying for our date.” Steve’s grin softened. “If you want to do dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure! Let’s make sure to pick some place expensive then, yeah?” Steve and Bucky both laughed at the thought.

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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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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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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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Bets

A/N: I'm alive... barely. So i'm catching up on my HBC Lucky in Love with the prompt Success for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Square filled for @star-spangled-bingo: Bucky's knife

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 280

divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

“Bucky?”

“Yeah doll?” You smiled at the nickname.

“What happened to your ----?”

Bucky’s face flamed red. “I lost a bet.”

“Why ---?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” he grumbled.

“Does it have something to do with Rocket?” You tried to keep your features neutral. Instead of answering Bucky stalked off to his room. Your mind started whirling to devise a plan to help Bucky and the answer was so simple. “FRIDAY, send a message to the Guardians about a poker game this Friday please?"

You eyed Rocket and Quill across the table as Bucky, Steve, and Sam each considered their options. “I'm in,” Sam finally decided as he placed a miniature version of Redwing on the pile.

“In,” Bucky sighed, placing his favorite knife on top of the pile.

Steve threw his hand down declaring “I'm out.” You grinned as Rocket growled. “I don't have anything to call with.”

“Yes you do.” You cleared your throat and subtly nodded towards Bucky.

“Fine, I'm in,” Rocket muttered as Bucky's metal arm was added to the pile. Quill threw his cards down declaring himself out as well.

“Show 'em.” You pointed at Sam who had two Aces and two fours. Bucky followed suit and showed his hand, a full house of three nines and two threes. “Rocket?”

The raccoon laid his cards down with a rough laugh. “Read ‘em and weep y/n.” His full house of two tens and three jacks was impressive.

“But not as impressive as my… ROYAL FLUSH!” You cackled as you raked in the pot. You handed Bucky his arm back with a grin as Rocket sputtered at his loss. “Don't go betting with this again, okay?"