#especially domestic!shuri

[kamaluhkhan]

i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

[geeky-politics-46]

Party For Two

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky discuss what he wants to do for his birthday and what he wants as his present.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, Bucky in his underwear needs a warning all its own

You could seriously just watch Bucky walk around in his underwear all day and be happy as a clam. You've told him before, and you'd tell him again. That he should just not wear clothes when you two were spending the day at home. 

It didn't matter if he threw on a shirt. Some days, having his arm and his scars completely visible bothered him. Sometimes he had phantom limb pain and needed the arm off completely, prefering to cover his scars as you tried to help with the residual nerve damage in his shoulder and back. 

Shuri did a lot, but she couldn't rewire the mess of his nervous system Hydra had left behind. Despite your assurance that you loved every inch of him, you would never push him to do something he didn't want to do. Some days were harder than others and you made sure he felt safe and loved even on his worst days. So your main rule was just no pants.

A man in his underwear should not turn you into this much of a hot horny mess, especially when you get to see him totally naked regularly. Although Bucky was an incredible specimen of a man.

Even now, you could see his lips moving, but your brain could not process the words he was saying. Not when those tight boxer briefs made his ass look like you could just bite into it. Not to mention how they perfectly cupped his bulge. The way you could just slightly see his cock and balls jiggle as he walked. It felt dirty but still kind of sweet. 

It made you just want to play with his cock. Not necessarily in a hand job sexual way, but just hold it and pet it. Tell him how pretty and perfect his cock was. Gently massage and rub his balls and kiss all over him. He did have the prettiest cock. 

You also loved how much he blushed whenever you told him how pretty his cock was. The old-fashioned boy from the 1940's was still taken aback by such words coming from your pretty little mouth. Even if it was a genuine compliment he still wasn't used to hearing a sweet pretty thing like you talk so openly about liking cock. Especially his. Especially when he wasn't already balls deep inside you.

Bucky agreed to the deal on the condition that you also wore no pants. You were allowed to throw on shorts or pj's on occasion, but only ones Bucky liked. Usually, you just went for an oversized shirt. 

Honestly, the two of you became quite the pair of hermits or homebodies. Your happy place was your apartment. Just the two of you, and Alpine, of course. You had all settled into your little domestic routine quite well. You couldn't help the little contented sigh that left your lips.

It was then that you realized Bucky had stopped talking and was staring back at you, trying not to laugh at your deer in headlights expression. You were caught red-handed, staring at him again. He couldn't be too mad about you not listening if you were gonna look so cute when busted.

"You know I think you have a bigger staring problem than I do, babydoll."

You could feel your cheeks blush as you both dissolved into little giggles. You knew he wasn't mad, but you still apologized anyway once you composed yourself. 

"I'm sorry, Buck. You are just too sexy sometimes for my brain to do anything but stare at you. I kinda like you, ya know." 

You gave him a teasing smirk punctuating your statement. Saying I love you was still new to the two of you, but Bucky would say it over and over the first few days. You couldn't help but tease him about it. All out of your own love for him though, and he knew it.

"Well, if you had been listening, you would know that Sam is inevitably going to try to throw me some sort of birthday party. He's been dropping hints for days, but if he asks please tell him we already have plans. I don't care what, but I really don't want a party." 

Of course, that's right. Sam had been after you about trying to do something for Bucky’s birthday. Sam wanted to go out and do something bigger. You knew all Bucky wanted to do for his birthday was be alone. It was hard for him think about all the birthdays, all the years, he had lost. He wanted to mark the day by enjoying the life he had waited so long for. 

He had waited so long to be at peace. Even though he still had missions to go on and work to do in the field, and in his own head, he felt a stability that he had always dreamed of. He had an apartment. Even if it wasn't the most put together. He had a pet. Alpine the fluffy white feline rescue who has helped him just as much as he helped her. 

Most importantly, he had you. He had an amazing girl that he wanted to settle down with. Create a home with. One day marry and have babies with. Assuming he could. He really didn't know if Hydra had done anything to affect his fertility. He didn't really want to know. For now, the 2 of you and Alpine was enough though.

That was what he wanted to celebrate, and he wanted to celebrate it by staying in with you. Just you, take out, tv or movies. Then, of course he planned to cash in his birthday points on dirty noise-complaint-getting loud sex. Some people may think it sounded boring, other than the sex part maybe, but that was exactly what he loved about it. 

You could see him planning out the evening he really wanted in his mind. He always joked about not wanting anyone else in his head, but he did love that you seemed to be able to read his mind. 

"What if I tell Sam that we are having a party and he just isn't invited? That it's a party just for two. Just you and me. I'll even let you pick dinner." 

He pretended to think about it as he walked over to the side of the couch you were on. Reaching across the arm of the sofa to help you up onto your knees so he could wrap his arms around your waist. Letting yourself slide up his muscular chest and link behind his neck. A mischievous smile curled up on his lips.

"I like the sound of that. I do still want cake though. Are you planning any party games?" 

You nodded at his request. Oh you were planning on cake, ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. Basically, any sort of dessert that could be enjoyed in both appropriate and inappropriate ways. 

"Well cake is a given of course. I'm sure we can find all sorts of creative ways to enjoy it too. As far as games, I do have a couple things in mind. Tell me how do you feel about naked Twister?"

He grabbed your waist a little tighter and growled a little at the idea of the two of you bent into all sorts of compromising positions. His blood starting to rush to his groin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"You know, I may need a little practice. Why don't we have a little practice party right now? Just so I know what to expect on my birthday." 

You smiled and shook your head at him, he knew you were a sucker for that look he got when he was feeling frisky. The crooked little grin, the way he would bite his lip, and the way his pretty blue eyes would sparkle. It was like your lips were pulled to his by a magnet. Moving closer on their own volition. 

Not that you mind of course. Your thoughts had already been in the gutter from watching Bucky strut around the house in those tight boxer briefs. Now you knew his was there too. The feeling of his bulge hardening against you, confirming that and making you wiggle your hips in anticipation.

He pulled back so his lips were barely touching yours, eliciting a needy little whine from you. You wanted more of him. You always wanted more of him. His hands started to slide down your low back to cup your ass cheeks, bending his knees a little so he could get a firm hold on you. 

"Mmm, can smell you, babydoll. You smell so good. Know you taste even better though. Taste even sweeter than that birthday cake will. I want a taste, baby girl."

He almost effortlessly scooped you up off the couch, your legs quickly swinging to wrap around his waist. Alpine had abandoned the couch to go hide under the table the minute you two started getting lovey. So without fear of stepping on her tail he practically sprinted to your shared bedroom, plopping you down unceremoniously onto the bed before lunging so he was on top of you. 

His lips hurried back to connect with yours in a frenzy of playful, passion filled kisses. Letting your hands wander up and down each others bodies, rubbing and touching any bit you could grab. Slowly working to get your hand down to rub over his cock. Straining against the soft fabric of his underwear. Still getting harder as you massaged him. 

You pulled your lips away from his so you could admire his cock in your hand. Even though it was still hidden behind the dark fabric, you couldn't help the way you licked your lips and moaned at the sight. He was just so perfect and thick. You knew the serum hadn't changed his height and size near as dramatically as Steve, but it did effect his muscle mass. You had a little bit of a hope that it had made his cock this thick. Otherwise those girls in the 40's wouldn't have survived.

"Starting to think you might be a little obsessed with my cock, babydoll." 

He teased you as he started kissing and sucking at your neck. Letting you enjoy your view as he let his hips occasionally roll and rut into your hand. You hummed in agreement as he began teasing his vibranium hand up and under your shirt. 

"Can't help it, baby. It's just so fucking perfect and big. Fills me up so good. So much better than any of my toys. Plus I kinda love the man it's attached to." 

He nuzzled his face into your neck before you felt him grin against your skin. He whispered an "I love you too baby…". Suddenly moving quickly and knocking your balance out from you as he in one smooth move threw off the shirt you were wearing and rushing to get your panties off just as fast. Leaving you suddenly naked underneath him. 

"... I'm also kind of obsessed with this pretty pussy. So I guess we're even." 

His body dropping to the bed and your legs thrown over his shoulders as he descended on you. Wet kisses along the crease of your inner thigh, just shy of where you desperately wanted his lips. Jumping to the other side and letting his warm breath dance across your dripping sex.

You could feel his bright blue eyes on you as he placed his first long lick up your slit. Making sure to cover every inch from your tight light hole up to your clit. Stopping to place several small kisses and kitten licks on the bundle of nerves. Hearing your breath already starting to falter.

Bucky loved eating you out. It wasn't something he remembered doing more than maybe once or twice before you, and he can't remember enjoying it nearly as much back then as he did now. Maybe he was more selfish back then. Maybe those women had just been less secure and open about what felt good. Women being so vocal about enjoying sex was pretty taboo in his day, but the way you reacted to his mouth on you made him obsessed. 

Each time you moaned as swirled his tongue around your clit. Each time you would grind against his face as he thrust his tongue inside you. Each time you would pull his hair as rubbed his whole face farther into your wet cunt. It all made him want to spend the rest of his life wirh his head between your thighs. Not even caring that he usually ended up so worked up he would start humping the mattress underneath him in an unconscious effort by his cock to get some sort of attention. 

He didn't even want to stop after he heard you whine and moan his name when you came. Why would he stop when he had the opportunity to lick up even more of your sweet nectar from your orgasm? No, he only stopped when he had his fill of  feasting on your cunt and your cum. Leaving you teetering on the edge of overstimulation. 

"Definitely my favorite treat. Hell fuck the cake, I just want your pussy as my birthday treat. What you think, doll? Can I have your pretty slutty little cunt as my birthday present? Can I eat it and play with it and fuck it whenever and however I want?" 

By now he started working his way back up your body as you clung to sheets arching into his mouth as he moved. Pressing your breasts against his face as he reached your chest. Greedily encouraging him to take one of your nipples into his mouth as his metal fingers pinched at the other. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool vibranium making your skin prickle into goosebumps. 

After switching sides, making sure to give both perky pebbled nipples the attention they deserved, he made it back up to your lips. Kissing you once before nipping at your lower lip playfully. 

You had already wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull his pelvis to yours. Your fingers now tangled and tugging at the fabric of his boxer briefs trying to get them down. Desperately trying to get his cock free so you could feel him against your still soaked and needy cunt. 

"I'm waiting for an answer baby, tell me and then I'll take these off. Fuck you nice and hard. Can I have your perfect tight little hole as my birthday present? I want to spend my party making you scream and cum all over my cock." 

The sound of his filthy birthday wish pulled a deep groan from your chest. You wanted to spend his party doing that too, and what the birthday boy wants the birthday boy gets. You let your body go lax so he would be able to easily position you however he wanted you as you answered. 

"Yes, Bucky, holy fuck yes! My pussy is all yours, birthday boy. Use it however you want, James. All for you." 

"That's my good girl." 

He got back up on his knees and shimmied his underwear down and kicking them off. You eyes glued to his cock before it even sprung free from the fabric. A whimper falling from your mouth when a dribble of pre-cum dripped from his swollen flushed cockhead onto your low belly. A string of fluid running from his cock and starting to make a mess on you. He knew by the look in your eyes that he had you in the palm of his hand. So you promptly obliged when he told you what he wanted next. 

"Spread your legs farther, babydoll. Pull them back and hold onto your ankles for me. I want to see every little bit of my present." 

Quickly you worked to fold yourself in half as best as you could. Opening you up even more to Bucky’s gaze. His eyes raking over your body as be stroked his length a few times. Stopping only when you started to wiggle your hips, trying to urge him to touch you.

"Impatient, aren't you baby?" 

His tongue darting out to lick his lips, still swollen for having his face buried in your pussy, before a faux pout crossed his face. Cooing lightly at you as he started slapping his cock on your sensitive cunt. 

"God you look so fucking good when you get all needy for my cock baby. Saw you get that look in your eyes earlier. Knew that smart little brain had stopped thinking of everything but my cock. It's all yours baby." 

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly started to push his hips forward. Sliding himself into you one inch at a time. Letting you feel every little bit of stretch he gave you. The feeling making you both moan in pleasure. Stilling in place once he had bottomed out inside you. 

"Fuck darlin', that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Look so beautiful getting fucked with my bare cock baby."

You gave him a seductive look and bit your lip. 

"Happy early birthday baby." 

With that, he gingerly drug his hands from the backs of your heels all the way down to the backs of your thighs. Gripping onto the flesh there and bracing you for his next move. Bucky slowly started to pull his hips back and started building speed with his first thrust back in. 

A feral look in his eyes as he watched where his cock was impaling you. Hypnotized by the sight. The image of your pussy stretched tight around his cock. The way his cock shined, wet with your arousal. It tipped him over the edge when he started hearing the wet squelch of your pussy as he thrust into you spurring him on to fuck you harder. 

The headboard starting to thump against the wall under the force of Bucky’s thrusts. A litany of swears falling from both of you. Your moans and squeaks as he pounded you accented by the sound of his full balls slapping against your ass. Each of you getting closer to climax with each sound the other made.

When he could feel his balls starting to tighten and he knew he was close to blowing, he let his flesh hand dip to rub at your clit. Smearing your wetness around to make his action smoother.  

After a moment of him touching your clit he found the perfect speed and spot. Feeling the fire start burning in your belly you let your eyes roll back in your head. 

"Oh fuck Bucky, right there! Don't stop, baby please don't stop!" 

His hips only sped up even more at your reaction. 

"Oh don't worry, dollface. I'm not stopping until I make a mess in my birthday present. You want that babydoll? You want to cum in you pretty girl? Let me hear it baby." 

Few things could throw you over the edge quite like Bucky when he talked dirty. It fueled that fire in your belly and sent it boiling over. As you came undone on his cock you practically cried for him to cum inside you. Your pussy squeezing and fluttering around his cock, practically milking him.

"James!!! Cum in me please, fuck I'm cumming for you baby. God you make me cum so good. It's your pussy daddy. Fuck it and fill it please, please!" 

By the time you had finished cumming, you felt his cock start to throb as he climaxed. Your body still jerking from your own orgasm with each stream of cum you felt him shoot into you until you were nearly overflowing. 

After a few minutes of basking in each other's afterglow, Bucky eventually pulled out of you with a groan and rolled over. Promptly grabbing you up in his arms again and pulling you over to cuddle. Pressing kisses into your hair as you drew little patterns on his chest. 

"If this is what I can expect for my birthday party, then happy birthday to me indeed." 

You gave him a wicked grin as you looked up at him. 

"Oh no, Buck, this was just practice. Remember? Your actual birthday party is going to be even more fun."

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[heejayy]

Shuri hc’s

Warning • 18+

Genre • mostly fluff, lil bit of smut

Pairing • Shuri x black fem! Reader

A/n: I might make a pt 2 to Stolen Heart

She’s a clingy one. Due to her loosing basically her whole family she tends to keep a tight grip on you and your whereabouts but It’s not like you mind though. She’s even gifted you your own kimoyo beads so when you want to venture out into town alone or you have to travel for work she can keep a close eye on you. She knows you can take care of yourself but it soothes her anxiety knowing exactly where you are.

Love Language. She’ll shower you with kisses, hugs and words of affirmation. She knows you put up with her mood swings and also with her being absent a lot due to her taking on missions it can make you feel a bit insecure and lonely. So when she’s around she lets you know how much she loves and appreciates you. Another part of her love language is quality time no matter the situation she’ll always try to make time for you, whether that’s you both chillin’ in the lab, going on dates or having private time in the bedroom. ;) and in addition to that she’s also very attentive she’s knows all about you, and when it comes to your safety her love can come off extremely intense.

Lab time. At first she got the impression you didn’t enjoy being down in the lab around all her science stuff but you explained you only wanted to give her space. Now that’s all cleared up she basically begs you to stay with her in the lab, she loves sharing her ideas with you and new creations, she’s even taught you a few things so you can help out when Riri’s in town. It makes you feel included and she loves that.

Domestic life. When Shuri’s off of work she’s never really truly off because obviously she’s running an entire country but off days just means she’s out of the lab. It’s very hard to get her to relax, she’s a very anxious person and her mind is always running thinking about the what if���s. To soothe her anxiety you talk to her while rubbing her back, soon enough she’s like putty in your hands. You’ll spend hours watching tv, eating a bunch of food and sketching out new ideas and designs for her projects.

Stud Panther 🤭. Your sex life is never boring, she’s created so many toys to enhance your experience in the bedroom. It was something about her becoming the panther that made her libido spike through the roof! The slightest touches get her going, just innocent kissing and she’s ready to take you. You can never do a quickie either it always ends up in hot sweaty body aching sex, and you better not get in the shower with her cause you won’t be showering…You also prefer scissoring over her using a strap on, it’s more intimate and dirty in your opinion. Shuri won’t tell you but she’s into getting praised, when you call her a good girl or you’re telling her she’s doing well it’ll make her wanna cum on the spot. Shuri never would’ve thought she could do dirty talk but when she’s with you it just flows out, anything she says sounds so sexy to you especially when she’s speaking Xhosa. (Side note she made it her mission to fuck in every corner of the palace🌚)

[auraee]

- 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚. -

𓆹 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ~ Helloo everyone! This is a little something I conjured up for Wriothesley, the mysterious duke I've grown (insatiably) fond of 🤣. This is my first official Genshin series (it will take place in acts up to three) and I hope to continue it. I've gathered a bunch of Genshin crushes along the way (if you haven't seen my reblogs xD), so I'd like to write about them! In this story, I decided to alter - well - include a few tidbits of my own ideas. Such as - original animals! I thought it would be neat to add more animals to Teyvat, especially the idea of having companions. We, as the reader, will have two! Now, I've taken the liberty of naming the two of them, and you'll meet one in this first act, however, if you're not interested in the name you're welcome to ignore it. There are other bits that I thought about and added to add more depth and a... place to start I suppose?😅 Bear with me, 'kay? Also, I've included a definition segment for extra understanding. I'd also like to talk about the reader too. The reader will be on the feminine side and have darker skin and curly hair. That for me won't change. If you don't share those features but are curious enough to read still, you're welcome to ignore it.

𓆹 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 ~

𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔- Peaches is just…Peaches! In actuality, Peaches is a Urabarra and our trusty fluffy wolfish companion.

𝑼𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂- Fairly distant relatives to the wolves of the north in Mondstadt, as pups, these canines are exponentially larger than their much smaller, domesticated counterparts. It is not a far-fetched thought to compare the length and height of a matured horse once they reach adulthood as it is roughly where they stand. While some roam free in the animal hierarchy of the region, some are kept in the Shimsusa, one of two facilities in the open country away from Sumeru city (the other located in Aaru village). Some Urabarra were cared for by Sumerians, notability the members corp. of thirty, tending and training them in various sectors, ranging from coordinated tracking to performing simple joint attacks all to assist their companions with the general goal of watching over what they seek to protect. However, those native to the desert assist with transporting goods along long distances and work with the village's guardian to keep their joint home safe. Amongst one of the few wolf species of Teyvat, one of the Urbarra’s distinct features is their slim bodies and enhanced claws, due to their need to traverse arid terrain quickly and effectively. Whether it be hunting for prey or escaping the sudden bouts of heat in the desert, a slimmer body grants them significant mobility, meanwhile, their tougher claws not only assist them in altercations but also allow them to pierce stone somewhat, improving their abilities to climb and get away if a situation breached something beyond their capabilities. Despite this, Urabarras is a fairly docile creatures. They're often spotted wandering fairly close to civilization, known to alert the forest rangers in their territories of threats lurking deep within the marshes. The only occasions where these beings may appear threatening is when their young, mate, human or otherwise companion is openly in danger. This species is very protective of its own and will fight tooth and claw to keep those they care about safe. As the Urabarra trained by the corp. of thirty mature, they will be eventually permitted to form a life-long bond with an individual, this ceremonial bond is referred to as the “Shuri Unten.”

𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒌𝒆 – The guardian of Aaru village otherwise known as Candace.

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂 –This is the name given to Candace’s/Kandake’s Urabarra. Named after her companion's favourite fruit Henna is a gentle soul, and a sister to Peaches as they share birth parents. Out of the two, she’s the bold one out of the pair, always striding ahead to ensure the safety of her sibling before her own. Henna adores being pampered and because of Kanda’s busy schedule they occasionally spend time in nearby oases

𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 – 𝑫𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.

“Hm… seems like today’s weather has taken a turn for the cooler side of things, hasn’t it, Peaches?”

Peaches whined, stretching her hind legs before prancing further along the grasslands.

Yes – the weather had taken a change here in Fountaine.

It frequently did. At least that’s what a friend from this region told me a little after we’d first met. Today’s canvas was painted teal — strokes of frosted clouds craft a delicate haze in the distance, briefly obscuring the crooked, pointed peaks of Fountaine’s mountains. Not too far from us though, lay a pond.

A peculiar one at that. Its waters rippled mischievously, gurgling and bubbling and seeming to go much deeper than one ever should.

Surrounding it was a ring of yellow-bellied pines, smaller than the one I’ve encountered in the rainforests and the few that there were in the deserts of Sumeru. The crisp air brushed my cheek, taking my thoughts along with it. Newfound curiosity for what this region had yet for me to see blossomed in my chest.

It was... nothing like home.

The dry air of the desert was quick to constrict your throat; the overbearing heat vowing to incapacitate those incapable indiscriminately. From the ireful tornado plaguing Mt. Damavand, to further up in the evergreen and worn sands of Tunigi hollow – Sumeru’s desert was… overwhelming at times, but oh so wondrous.

As a member of the Corp, I hadn’t had the opportunity to explore it all either, despite my duties guarding scholars researching historical sites and tombs deep in the depths of the desert. In most cases, the researchers I was tasked with watching over tended to be… skittish – and rightfully so.

“The desert was ruthless to those who didn’t follow its laws.”

Kandake’s voice flowed seamlessly. Gentle— resolute.

She stood a ways ahead of me, her features discernable from where I stood. Kanda always held a foreboding stature, pledging to selflessly put herself in harm's way and punish those who disobeyed, and yet - as I drew near, I found her gentle gaze wandering beyond the balcony. It fluttered about only to rest on her people, filled with dreams. With hopes.

Children played outside. Pirates was the game of choice it seemed. The girls were a bundle of giggles, filled with squeals and determined conquest. The tallest amongst them declared that she’d become the leader of their motley crew, and scour the lands for treasure. The little ones followed suit, cheering her on as she held her wooden sword to the heavens.

“Long live The maidens of the lost mirage! We shall never die!”

The girls cheered once again. “It’s still a long crew name, Atifa! It’s weird!”

Atifa’s mouth formed a small ‘o,’ staring at her now mumbling party of friends. Huffing, the curly haired girl crossed her arms.

“H-hey that’s not nice! I’ll remove you from being my first mate, Nadia! Take it back!”

Watching the scene brought back memories of when I played those imaginary games with Kandake. After concluding her training with the previous village guardian and her aunt, Fana, she and I would set off on our own adventures.

Accompanied by a much smaller Peaches and Henna we’d set off to explore the rocky lower grounds of our village. Along our journeys, we created phantom foes to fight and treacherous terrains to climb.

Colourful child-like wonder filled our dreams, stretching them far beyond Aaru’s borders, whisking us to lands only our little minds understood. Realms where we’d race across green planes with strange trees that stretch and bend, considered far too odd and oblong to be considered a part of any world. Only to then leap onto golden clouds that swooped us down into the waters below, leaving their golden sheen for teal allowing us to see what other wonderous things lived in beneath the waves. Things that only existed in the minds of children and imaginative adults, however, now things were different.

My throat was taut, strangled by a flurry of words that dreaded leaving my mouth.

Kandake’s breath wobbled, but she continued.

“As are the people of the desert to others from beyond our borders, but… you, my dear sister, you needn’t worry.” She chuckled.

The harsh pangs of my heart bruised my ribs. My nerves were a muck. I couldn’t return her gaze, not when I felt so… awful, so guilty.

“You are one of us, born and raised. And although we are not related by blood… though I wish we were—”

“Kanda…”

“I’ll always see you as my sister, alright? No matter where you go, or what you do…”

Tears pricked my lash line, a sob clung desperately to a worn thread.

“Never forget that.”

Her voice soothed my worries, even now as I gazed at the land that I felt strange standing on – lonely standing on. Her words reassured me.

“Peaches!” I called out. “Are you going to show me what you found or not?”

As I approached her side, my attention fell on something.

Someone. Someone was lying on the grass a few hundred metres ahead of us.

They weren’t moving. Resting, I’d imagine. At least I hoped that was the case.

Lime dew leaves shielded the person from the curious sun. Their features were impossible to discern from the current distance. Another light breeze blew, alerting both the hairs and bumps on my arms. However, and rather disconcertingly, the wind wasn’t enough to disturb the lying figure ahead. My pup let out a curious whimper.

‘Wanna go see? Maybe it could be a new friend? I like making new friends!’

Is what Peaches would’ve said – if she in fact could talk, but much to her misfortune, fate deemed it preposterous. So, lamenting fate, she opted to prod my cheek with her nose.

“We should check if they’re alright. I thought. “They could’ve collapsed...”

I began my descent. My fingers tingled, unease coursing through them the way it did the rest of my body. Using what control I had over them, I curled them into fists and released them to steady myself.

The walk lasted longer than I had intended, I blame my nerves for it. Now hovering closer to the figure, I realised that he did actually seem to be resting. His hair was rather odd, appearing tended to just as much as it seemed untamed, with two unusual tufts of smokey grey hair similar to a pair of fluffy ears. Scars contrasted his otherwise unmarked skin, etched onto his cheek with what I only thought could have been done with a sharp blade.

...This man appeared to have many scars.

Defiant, harsh shapes clawed his body, tearing his throat the way a beast would at another in a futile command for him to submit. I’d imagine this man had seen his fair share of battles. If he were a merc, those scars would have him revered by fellow members, honoured as a person determined to survive no matter the odds. A title only given to a few. The man’s jaw clenched, humming before a light snore slipped from his mouth.

Peaches whined, her gaze trained on the new human at her side. My fingers lingered over his clothed shoulder for a moment, when a paler banadaged hand yanked mine.

I yelped.

“Who are you?”

My companion let out a low growl, but the stranger didn’t flinch.

The hold on my wrist was firm, giving me enough room to wriggle it and nothing more. Now that his eyes were open I could take him in fully. An arctic stare sought my own, craving a path to my mind to remove answers for himself if he had too if I didn’t spew them out first. So I bedded my thoughts to speak.

“My name is _______.” I strained, “I... am from Sumeru. My pup and I were wandering about the area when we found you here, so we made our way over to make sure you were alright.”

His stern eyes recoiled, simmering down into what I think was guilt riddling them instead. “I see...” He said, loosening his grip on my wrist. “Apologies – for worrying you and for your wrist. I appreciate you making your way here to see I was okay.”

“It’s alright.”

I adjusted myself while Peaches stood guard. Her spotted nose twitched, itching to investigate the man but she remained still – well, as much as she could. The man watched Peaches, a smile labelling his features despite the toothy threat she pulled earlier.

I cleared my throat. “Could… you tell me your name?”

A gap in conversation followed before it was breached. “My name is Wriothesley. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

In my mind I tried to repeat his name just as he said it, but it never came out right. Fountainian names can be particularly difficult to pronounce – granted a few were more than others, but this…

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Monsieur Wriothesley chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”

I thought Monsieur Wriothesley didn’t initially appear to be interested in conversation. His appearance gave me the impression of a man who didn’t entertain small talk, but it turned out that he was quite the conversationalist – poor judgment on my part. His voice was kind - considerate with my questions, in exchange for my answers regarding topics he was also curious about. Said questions mostly revolved around Peaches and her species, and fortunately for him – I was rather knowledgeable in both topics.

Light-hearted conversations flourished and fizzled under the tangerine horizon. Some ended with tender laughter, while others took to a more serious venue. Although, ever since I’ve met Monsieur Wriothesley, I was curious about what he’d been doing before he decided to take a break under the tree. Perhaps it was something work-related, or maybe he was taking a day off. Fatigue is often a sign of burnout and stress, so maybe he wanted some time here to centre himself.

“If it’s alright with you,” I said, shifting in my makeshift seat.

“Monsieur Wriothesley I’d also like to ask-”

“Wriothesley is fine,” He chuckled. “unless you’d prefer I include ‘Demoiselle’ before your name as well.”

My ears burned at Wriothesley’s rebuttal, flustered at the sudden formality. Wriothesley’s lips stretched into an amused smile.

“Oh no-no that wasn’t my intent. I just thought it would be more proper here.”

Shaking his head, Wriothesley rested his cheek in his palm. “You don’t need all that – I appreciate the gesture. You... were in the middle of asking something?”

After thoughtfully shooing away the embarrassment, I re-centred my attention on Wriothesley’s brooch. A silver wolf. Perhaps it was linked to a faction? I hadn’t heard of any of those here, so maybe they were a new affiliation.

“Yes, I was also wondering what you do for a living? Are you a mercenary?”

Wriothesley’s expression changed again, blinking at me with round bewildered eyes before grounding himself with a well-placed cough.

“No, I’m not. My work isn’t – it doesn’t involved that line of work. I work as a... keeper of sorts.”

‘A keeper?’ Odd choice of words.

“What sort of things do you keep?” I asked.

“Important things. Things worth keeping.”

Wriothesley’s tone was solid – steadfast. He’d meant what he’d said despite its perplexing implications. For a moment I thought to press him to be more specific, but something inward tugged at the notion.

“What do you do _______?” He parroted. “Are you a mercenary?”

His question hung in the air for a breath.

Then for a second.

Then a third.

I sensed slight hesitation when before he spoke to answer and I don’t doubt he senses mine now.

Nevertheless, I responded earnestly.

...Sort of.

“I’m... a guard.”

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Are there any moments that you feel are criminally underrated in ASM? Like they just don’t get enough love.

I'll be honest, but I sometimes feel like I'm one of 5 people on this site that are ASM fans so I'm not sure how underrated these moments are but here we go!

Spoilers under cut!

I can't stop thinking about this 1st timeline interaction between Shuri and Count Solingen before her first councilmen's meeting. He's another one-off suspicious character and I need to know more about him! He invites Shuri to dinner but we never actually get to see whether it happened.

I love this mid-timeskip panel where Nora and the Neuschwansteins go clothes shopping. It's so domestic and cute. Jeremy being such a teen boy while Nora's just so happy to be hanging out with Shuri. And the twins just looking like >:3 and :3

There's so many of these mundane Shuri and Rachel bonding moments that slip by if you're not careful enough.

We all love to talk about scenes where Nora is brooding but this specific one seems less talked about. Especially when he's so disappointed in his "lacking" ability to help Shuri and protect her smile. He just looks so diabolical in this sequence. Like he's sitting so ominously in the dark as he watches the puppets burn in his fire. he's so hot help

This hilarious moment when Nora and Jeremy basically disqualified themselves from the hunting competition when they left early to infiltrate the gambling house. The knights (minus Everette) were so disappointed they're so dumb lol

Ok. I know we all hate Johannes here but forget him for a second. Isn't it so cute how Shuri always gets excited when she hears people talking about their travels? She did this earlier with Halima as well. It's times like these that remind me that she's just a small town girl living in the big city. I want her to go on a romantic overseas honeymoon with Nora by the end of this series, she deserves it.

um. I just think that Nasir (Ali's escort) is an underrated hottie in the series. We don't get to see much of him, but I savor the small moments we get of him on screen. (Halima's escort is also hunky)

I think I need to make a longer post about Rufus, Shuri's legal aide. He appears more than once or twice and we don't know much about him as a person. He seems to have more pull than he lets off, considering he's technically a consultant for nobles, royals, and the church.

[sansalicents]

Top 5 Marvel families/found families?

sorry for the late reply!! i'm sick rn and my brain was incapable of forming sentences lol

this is based on the mcu but the first point could also include the dynamic from avengers assemble for me, i love that show sm

anyways:

1. 2012 avengers tower team as a family/domestic avengers fanfic avengers dynamic - that's probably cheating but idc, i live for these fanfics. ceiling went clint barton (who's 100 times better than movie clint i'm sorry), steve getting used to the 21st century, science bros science bros-ing, tony not sleeping for multiple days, thor being adorable, ... bonus points if it includes stevetony, has nat do more than sharpen her knives lol (especially soft nat my beloved), doesn't include clint/coulson as a ship (fun fact i absolutely hate that ship) and develops a tonynat friendship bc we were robbed

2. the guardians of the galaxy - i love them sm!! their dynamic is fantastic and the characters are amazing. the true mcu found family.

3. iron family - i couldn't decide between pepperony + morgan and iron dad so i'm going with both of them + rhodey + happy + harley keener ig (unpopular opinion as a tony stan but i really don't care about that kid lol)

4. the wilsons - i love them sm <33 tfatws was amazing in general but sam's family was a highlight for me. his relationship with sarah was great and i love uncle sam lol

5. t'challa and shuri - their relationship in black panther was amazing, they felt so much like actual siblings (also i didn't manage to see wakanda forever yet since something always got in the way but i just know i'll be bawling my eyes out)

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Your doll 1// Skipping Ahead

Pairings | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x f!Stark!Reader

Series synopsis | Y/n, Steve and Bucky are now in Wakanda, 2 months after the events of civil war. All is peaceful - but will it stay this way, especially after Steve has one very special question?

Series Warnings | smut, violence, swearing, threesomes,

Chapter Summary | y/n, Bucky and steve have settled into wakanda

Chapter Warnings | Smut, swearing, mentions of anal fingering/rimming, cockwarming, oral (f recieving)

A/n | this is the 3rd book/series to my fics Their Doll and Our Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just after CACW in this book. In this series, Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Brows furrowed, y/n held the screwdriver between her teeth as she fiddled with the wires inside Bucky's arm.

"I'm sorry, Doll. I'll try and be more careful next time." Bucky sighed. He felt so guilty that y/n had to patch him up again, still getting used to the different strength of his new arm. Y/n shook her head, grabbing the screwdriver from her teeth before flipping the plate back down.

"You're just lucky my dad payed me attention long enough to teach me this shit." Y/n mumbled as she secured the screws back in place, sitting up and shoving the tool onto the table. "Try it out."

Y/n gestured to his arm and Bucky flexed his fingers, the black and gold metal moving as if it were his own flesh.

"I think I have a good idea how to test it out." Bucky smirked, reaching out to y/n and wrapping the metal arm around her waist. The girl squealed as he tugged her into his lap, the super soldier's face nuzzling into her neck.

"Bucky!" Y/n gasped, hands resting against his bare chest for support.

"Yeah, doll." Bucky murmured against the skin of her neck, teeth nipping teasingly as she squealed again and let her hands slide into his hair.

"I've gotta say, I'm disappointed that I wasn't invited for this 'testing out'" a playfully stern voice made y/n drop her head back to smile at Steve, who pushed away from the doorframe to press a kiss to the girl's pursed lips.

"Hiya Stevie." Bucky grinned. Steve chuckled and ruffled his boyfriend's long locks.

"Hiya Buck. How're you doing?" Steve asked, matching Bucky's grin. Y/n squealed then as bucky wiggled his fingers at her sides for a moment.

"I busted my arm tending to the goats. I felt bad going back to Shuri to have it fixed seeing as I only got it a few weeks ago." Bucky explained. Steve hummed and offered his boyfriend a pout.

"Poor baby." Steve whined before grinning again. "So, how're we gonna test it out?" Both Bucky and y/n had smirks on their lips at his question.

...

"I don't get it." Y/n huffed, hands clasped around her knees - which were tucked up to her chest - as she sat beside Nat and Sam.

"Don't get what?" Sam inquired, leaning around Nat to look at y/n. She sighed.

"What we're doing. I get the goats are cool but I just don't see the point." Y/n complained and Nat groaned.

"Will you shut up," she snapped, opening her eyes to look at the girl, "this is meant to be relaxing."

"Close your eyes, y/n. Think of something nice." Sam suggested. Y/n settled back into a comfy position and closed her eyes.

"Hey! Nothing dirty!" Nat scolded, hitting y/n playfully when she saw the girl's grin.

"What!? I was only thinking of Steve and Bucky." Y/n countered and Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, probably Steve and Bucky making out." He teased and Nat chuckled.

"Or fucking." She supplied and y/n shot both of her friends a glare.

"Well you two have fun looking at the goats, I'm going to find my hot boyfriends." She sighed, leaving Sam and Nat in fits of giggles.

...

Billows of intertwined flavours and smells enveloped y/n as she opened the door, a fresh cloud of steam slipping past her and outside.

The melodic notes of old music wafted about in the domestic air, only filling y/n with more joy as she crept through the house and into the kitchen.

"Mm, you're so pretty, Stevie." Bucky's low voice purred against his boyfriend's lips, whilst crowding him up against the counter with a strong hand on Steve's waist.

"Having fun?" Y/n mused, arms crossed and a teasing brow raised. Steve grinned at her over Bucky's shoulder and the winter soldier looked back to wink at his girl.

"Loads." Bucky chimed, moving away from a now pouting Steve to give y/n her own kiss.

"Whatever's cooking smells amazing." She hummed and Steve began to stir the ingredients around the pan again.

"Hopefully it'll taste amazing too." He quipped, turning the stove off and plating up their meals.

"Thank you, Stevie." Bucky hummed and y/n's mouth watered.

"And you Buck. I'm sure you helped a good amount." Steve breathed a chuckle and Bucky slapped his boyfriend on the arm playfully.

"We all know full well Barnes is a shit chef."

"Language, Captain ." Bucky gasped and all three of the burst into laughter.

They ate in a comfortable silence, trading snappy remarks and sweet-nothings every-now-and-then until their plates were clean and it was time to wash up.

Since the boys - well, steve - had taken the time and effort to cook, y/n insisted on doing the dishes.

She wandered over to the sink with a stack of dirty plates and dumped them on the counter as she filled the sink with towers of white bubbles and almost-way-too-hot water.

"Come join us, Stevie made popcorn." Bucky mumbled, brown hair tickling along y/n's shoulder as he nosed along her neck from behind.

"Buck, give me a minute and I'll be right over." She dismissed, placing a plate - dripping in suds - on the drying rack before picking up the next.

"But I wan' you now." Bucky murmured, pushing his hips into hers sharply enough to make y/n gasp and drop the plate in her hands into the sink.

"Bucky!" The plate made a small cracking sound as it hit the metal basin.

"Are you two alright in there?" Steve's call sounded from the living room and Bucky grunted against y/n's neck.

"Jus' havin' my dessert." Bucky called back and y/n squealed as he tugged her shorts down over her hips. "Keep washing doll."

Y/n nodded shakily as she felt his fingers trail up her thigh, Bucky's warm presence behind her gone as he dropped to his knees.

"So sweet doll, like fuckin' honey I swear." Bucky whispered as he placed a quick kiss to y/n's clit from behind. He repeated the action, kissing all over her cunt until the girl's legs were quivering and her knees were threatening to give out.

"Bucky I swear to - mmm - god if you don't get to it I will gut you in your sleep." The ex-assassin threatened and Bucky chuckled, clearly unfazed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Y/n squealed as Bucky went all in, tonguing along her folds before dipping into her core.

"Buck?" Steve grumbled as he sauntered into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as his body grew tired for the night.

"Mmm fuck! Soldier!" Y/n moaned, head dipping back as she deftly scrubbed the next plate clean.

Steve's eyes grew dark and his tongue swept over his bottom lip.

"Hi, honey. How's he doin'?" Steve whispered into y/n's ear, crowding up next to her. His hands roamed over her body, grabbing at her thigh to hitch it onto the counter.

Bucky hummed in approval at the increased access.

"Sounds like he's doing well. Why don't you come for him, y/n. Come for Bucky." Steve growled, grip growing tighter on her leg as he kept her spread open.

After that, all it took was a playful nip of her clit and y/n's legs were shaking, her mouth flopping open in a drawn-out, raspy moan of Bucky's name.

"Good girl." Steve nosed along her neck, dropping kisses here and there.

Bucky pulled away, licking his lips clean as he stood up and gave Steve a quick peck, which the younger man turned into a truly debauched kiss.

He licked his way into Bucky's mouth, biting at his upper lip until it was kiss-bitten and swollen red.

"Now, who's gonna sit on my dick, huh?" Steve asked and Bucky's eyes flared.

"Rock paper scissors?" Y/n was quick to suggest.

"You're on." His lovers competitive nature had Steve holding in an amused chuckle as he took a seat on the sofa again.

Y/n and Bucky stumbled into the room in a mess of kisses and manhandling before Bucky was settled firmly over Steve's lap, which the super soldier took as an indication that his boyfriend had won the game of Rock Paper Scissors.

Bucky was quick to drape himself forwards so he could connect their lips, Steve's eyes slipping shut as he hummed appreciatively when Bucky replaced Steve's hand with his.

"Can't wait to have you inside me." He moaned into Steve's mouth and Steve felt his cock twitch at the thought.

They were broken apart by y/n climbing back onto the sofa beside them, a bottle of lube in her hand.

Steve watched as y/n opened Bucky up real nice and real slow with her fingers and her tongue, until the man above her was writhing for more. She pulled away with a sickly-sweet grin and lube-slick fingers.

Steve grabbed the lube himself and slicked up his own cock, before Bucky kneed his way further into Steve lap until he was using the strength in his thighs to hover over Steve's cock.

Steve couldn't help his long, low groan as Bucky lowered himself down with a mewl, the feeling euphorically tight.

"Good boy, that's it." Steve mumbled, hands groping at Bucky's ass as he bottomed out.

...

Several orgasms later, Bucky was still seated over Steve's cock whilst y/n and Steve makes out - the three of them covered in a shiny sheen of sweat as their bodies shook from the aftershocks of pleasure.

The tv droned on in the background, mindless noise that was barely registered to the three of them.

"Can we sleep here, like this?" Bucky murmured into Steve's neck, which he was currently mouthing at. Steve pulled away from y/n.

"Buck, we gotta get cleaned up."

"In the morning." Bucky grumbled as y/n let out a yawn.

"I agree with Bucky, let's sleep and clean up when have more energy." Y/n agreed and Steve sighed.

"Just this once then." He relented and Bucky snorted.

"Okay, mom." Y/n chuckled and Steve fake-gasped. He smacked Bucky's ass, still grasped in his hands, and the man squealed.

They all manoeuvred themselves around, until Steve was laying down with Bucky on top of him - Steve's cock still buried inside him - whilst y/n was curled around the side of Steve's chest, fingers tracing the dips and curves of his muscles as they gazed at one-another.

"Marry me." Steve said and y/n's fingers abruptly stopped.

"What about Buck?" She asked and Steve chuckled.

"'Course I'm gonna ask him too, but I think we fucked him asleep with all that sex." Y/n snorted and Steve chortled at his own words.

When the fell silent y/n leant forwards more, breath hot on Steve's skin as she mumbled.

"Yes."

In his joy, Steve pulled her in for a long kiss, one that left them both breathless and laughing .

"What's goin' on?" Bucky slurred sleepily, lifting his head.

"We're getting married!" Y/n exclaimed and Bucky frowned.

"What about me?"

"Well of course with you as well, baby. You were just too busy sleeping to be part of the conversation." Bucky looked at Steve, looking for a confirmation and that this wasn't all a prank.

"We're gettin' married, Bucky. If you say yes, of course." Steve mumbled the last part shyly, as if Bucky would have said anything other than yes.

"Yes, fuck yes." Bucky breathed before surging forwards to kiss Steve, then y/n, before settling back down against Steve's chest.

"G'night, fiancés." Y/n mumbled, sleepy and drunk on happiness.

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I’ll Make This Feel Like Home

I’ve been sitting on this WIP for a while, so I finally decided to finish and post it! It’s just pure self-induglent Sambucky domestic fluff, but my heart really needed it after watching those scenes of them together in Louisiana. 😍😍😍

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Sam x Bucky (4.8K of pure fluff, rated T.) No applicable warnings other than TFATWS spoilers for anyone who hasn’t watched the series yet.

"That," Bucky says as he pushes back from the table and pats his stomach, "was the best goddamn meal I've ever had. Seriously, like ever. You really outdid yourself," he tells Sarah, who gives him a shy smile in return.

"Thank you, Bucky," Sarah beams, her smile growing even wider as she reaches out to pat his shoulder. "I like this one," she tells Sam. "He's a keeper."

"Yeah, he sure is," Sam grins. "I thought about returning him a couple of times, but he kinda grew on me," he winks while slipping his hand under the table and squeezing Bucky's knee.

That causes a very attractive blush to spread across Bucky's face, and Sam can't help thinking about all of the ways he could make that happen again.

Bucky gives Sam a private smile and says, "I guess you're stuck with me."

"I can live with that," Sam happily agrees.

"Will you be staying long?" Sarah asks Bucky as she stands up and starts collecting their empty plates. "Not that I'm kicking you out, I promise. We have plenty of room, and you're more than welcome to stay as long as you like."

Or forever, Sam thinks, but he keeps that to himself.

This thing with Bucky, these fond looks and lingering touches, that's not exactly new territory for them.

It's just been a while, and Sam's a little unsure of the protocol here when they've only spent a handful of days together after nearly a month of radio silence.

That wasn't Sam's choice, but Bucky was furious when Sam mentioned that he was going to turn in the shield. Sam hadn't even done it yet, but it still led to an ugly argument which ended with Bucky refusing to answer Sam's texts or phone calls after that. Things only got worse from there when the government gave the shield to Walker, but Sam didn't feel like he had much of a choice in the matter.

Sam's no fool, he knew the government wouldn't allow him to become the next Captain America. It had been a sweet gesture on Steve's part, but it left Sam with more questions than he had answers for.

After they returned from the blip, Sam ended up living in Wakanda with Bucky for a while since his previous apartment in D.C. was long gone. It was a hard truth to accept, but a lot had changed in five years. Sam knew he could go back to Delacroix and live with Sarah and the boys, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

Not that he didn't miss them dearly, but he wanted to take some time to adjust to this new normal before moving back home. It was a lot to process at the time, and Sam definitely didn't want to give Sarah any more reasons to worry about him.

Naturally, Shuri and T'Challa happily opened their hearts and home to him when Bucky explained Sam's situation. They were extremely gracious about it and assured Sam that he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted.

That only ended up being a few months, but it allowed Sarah to prepare for Sam's return, and for Sam to be in a much better mental state.

Truth be told, Sam's not quite sure he could have recovered as quickly as he did if it weren't for Bucky.

Bucky, who hadn't even hesitated to ask Shuri and T'Challa if Sam could stay in Wakanda with them.

Bucky, who had been nothing but sweet and charming to him the entire time Sam was there.

Bucky, who always held and comforted Sam when he needed it.

Bucky, who never judged or pitied Sam when he cried.

Bucky, who always dried Sam's tears with a gentle touch.

Bucky, who understood that anger was a perfectly valid emotion, given everything they'd been through.

Bucky, who was typically a man of few words, but happily talked Sam's ear off whenever Sam needed a distraction from his thoughts.

Bucky, who has been through his own share of personal horrors, but always put Sam's comfort and well-being before his own.

Bucky, who quickly became one of Sam's very best friends and completely stole his heart.

Their nights together in Wakanda were Sam's favorite because they would often lie on a blanket under the stars, just the two of them. They told each other things they never shared with anyone else, not even Steve, and Sam really enjoyed getting to know the real Bucky.

Their interactions always remained platonic, but Sam would be lying if he said he didn't want more. He often wondered if Bucky did too, but Sam ended up leaving before he had a chance to find out.

Back in the present, Bucky shakes his head in response to Sarah's question as he gives Sam a wistful smile.

"Nah, I wish. I've got some things to take care of back in Brooklyn, so I'm leaving tomorrow, actually. But," he adds hopefully, "I would love to come back for another visit sometime. If that's okay."

"Absolutely," Sarah nods. "You're always welcome here anytime, so don't be a stranger," she says as she leans down and kisses Bucky's cheek.

"Watch yourself, baby sister," Sam glares as he swats at her with a dish towel.

"Do that again Samuel, and I'm throwing out the rest of the beignets," Sarah threatens.

"Okay, truce," Sam relents as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. Sarah's beignets are his favorite, and he doesn't doubt that she would throw them away just to spite him.

"I better have another one, just in case he decides to stick his foot in his mouth again," Bucky tells Sarah as he reaches for the plate of leftovers.

"Oh, you think you're cute, huh?" Sam smirks as he snaps the dish towel in Bucky's direction this time.

"Not as cute as you, Samuel," Bucky drawls just before taking a bite of the fluffy pastry.

Sam's entire face flushes hotly as he looks up and meets Bucky's eyes.

Is he…flirting?

It's been a while since anyone has flirted with him, so Sam is a bit out of practice. Still, there's a mischievous twinkle in Bucky's eyes that Sam hasn't seen in months. The warmth suddenly spreads from his cheeks straight down to places that he doesn't want to think about with his little sister in the room.

"Well, at least we agree on something," Sam jokes as he plucks the half-eaten beignet out of Bucky's hand and pops it into his mouth. It's a weak reply, but it's all his brain could come up with after being caught off guard like that.

Bucky isn't even fazed, he just reaches for another beignet and eats it in two bites. "God, these are amazing," he moans.

It's pure torture for Sam, watching helplessly as Bucky licks the powdered sugar from his lips.

"Thank you," Sarah says as she places a sealed paper bag in front of Bucky. "These are for you to take home with you. They won't be quite as good as they are when they're fresh, but just heat them up in the oven for about five minutes and they'll be pretty close."

"Marry me," Bucky says dramatically as he reaches for both of Sarah's hands. "Make an honest man out of me, Sarah Wilson."

"You're sweet," Sarah giggles as she pulls her hands back and dusts them off, "but I don't feel like being turned into fish food."

"Empty threats," Bucky waves dismissively in Sam's direction. "He'll eventually learn to accept our love."

Sam almost chokes on his beer at Bucky's words. He knows it's all a joke and he's pretty sure (okay, somewhat sure) that Bucky isn't actually interested in his sister, but it still leaves a very unsettling feeling in his stomach.

Especially because Bucky can really lay on the charm when he wants to.

"I'm going to miss you," Sarah tells Bucky as she holds out her arms and wraps him up in a hug.

No, Sam is absolutely not jealous about that. He's just going to drink the rest of his beer and pretend like he doesn't want to pry them apart. (He is secretly thrilled that they get along so well, but he can obviously never let them know that. It would give them too much power.)

"I'll miss you too, sweetheart," Bucky says as he lifts Sarah right off of her feet and swings her around. "I promise I'll be back, though."

"I'm holding you to that," Sarah tells him while poking Bucky's chest.

"Please do," Bucky laughs as he sets her back down.

"Okay gentlemen," Sarah says as she continues stacking plates next to the sink, "any chance you guys might take care of the dishes so I can pry the boys away from their video game and tuck them in?"

"Of course," Bucky nods while reaching out and offering Sam a hand. "You wash, I'll dry?"

"Deal," Sam grins as he lets Bucky help him to his feet. Not that Sam needs it, but he loves that Bucky is so delightfully chivalrous.

"Don't let him trick you into doing all the work," Sarah warns Bucky as she pulls him into another hug. "And you better come down and say goodbye before you leave tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am," Bucky says as he gives Sarah one last squeeze. "Thanks again for dinner, and just for everything, really."

"Thanks for always keeping my brother safe," Sarah smiles at them both as she exits the kitchen.

"Your family is amazing," Bucky tells Sam once they're alone. "Cass and AJ are the sweetest kids, and I'm really going to miss this place."

"Don't miss it for too long then," Sam says as he claps a hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know you have stuff to sort out in Brooklyn, but you can always come back here afterward. Maybe stay a while and make a proper vacation of it," he suggests.

"I thought we were going to take separate vacations?" Bucky teases.

"I've got Carlos and his fillet knife on speed dial, just so you know," Sam jokes as he grabs two more beers from the fridge and hands one to Bucky.

"I'm kidding," Bucky says as he accepts the bottle. Their fingers connect briefly, and Sam wishes they could live in this moment forever. No threats on their lives, no drama, just each other.

"Well I'm serious about you coming back. You up for it?" Sam asks.

"Definitely," Bucky nods before taking a sip from his beer. "Just let me tie up some loose ends in Brooklyn, then I'm all yours," he winks.

It's a common phrase, Sam realizes, but it still causes a sudden warmth to bloom in his chest.

I'm all yours.

Yeah, he could get used to that.

"Works for me," Sam says as he sets his beer down and turns his attention to the sink.

Bucky's words keep replaying in his head like a broken record: I'm all yours…I'm all yours...I'm all yours… so Sam has to occupy his hands before he does something reckless.

"Here, let me help," Bucky offers as he grabs a clean dish towel and joins Sam by the sink.

Bucky's 'help' turns out to be nothing but a distraction since he's pressed up against Sam's side, warm and solid. Sam's not really sure when Bucky started wearing cologne, but the one he's got on right now smells familiar. It's probably one of his own, Sam distantly realizes, since they both showered just before dinner.

Bucky hadn't brought much with him besides a single change of clothing, so he likely hadn't packed many toiletries.

"Are you wearing my cologne?" Sam asks out of curiosity, not that he minds in the least. Bucky usually just smells like fabric softener, which always makes Sam want to hold him close and breathe him in.

"Yeah," Bucky admits, "I hope you don't mind. I didn't bring any, so I just wanted to smell nice."

"You do," Sam says as he nudges Bucky's shoulder. What he doesn't dare mention is the fact that Bucky smells exactly like he probably would if he woke up in Sam's arms, with their combined scents mingling together. "You look nice, too," he adds in what he hopes is an appreciative tone.

Since Bucky neglected to pack anything to sleep in, he's wearing one of Sam's favorite T-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. The shirt is a bit snug, but it clings to him in all the right places.

"Thanks," Bucky blushes as Sam hands him some plates to dry.

"You're welcome," Sam says while trying his best not to think about how much better that shirt would look on his bedroom floor.

"Do you think Sarah would share her beignet recipe with me?" Bucky asks a moment later.

"Doubtful," Sam snickers. "She's definitely taking that one to the grave with her. Hell, I don't even know it," he confesses.

"Oh," Bucky frowns. "Well, maybe she can still teach me how to make 'em even if we use a different recipe," he muses. "They're so goddamn addictive."

Shaking his head, Sam says, "they'll never be the same. You need water from the bayou to make them just right."

"Bullshit," Bucky scoffs as he gives Sam a playful shove.

"Hey, don't mock the process," Sam laughs, "but I can teach you if you really want to learn."

"Cool," Bucky grins. "I did a lot of cooking when I was in the Army. I wasn't half bad at it, actually."

"I can see that about you," Sam nods. "Especially living in Brooklyn. I bet you'll turn into one of those foodie snobs in no time."

"Nah," Bucky shakes his head, "I've never been too picky when it comes to food. My ma always taught me to eat whatever was put in front of me, so I doubt I'll ever become a snob about it."

"Sounds like she raised you right, then," Sam smiles.

"Guess so," Bucky agrees as he ducks his head shyly.

They work in companionable silence for the next few minutes, with Sam washing the dishes and then handing them over for Bucky to dry. The kitchen has a nice, wide sink, but no luxuries such as a dishwasher. That's fine with Sam, though. He's glad Sarah chose to preserve the original architecture, rather than overload the house with too many modern fixtures.

"Are there any more dishes left?" Sam asks a little while later as he's rinsing off some forks.

"Nope," Bucky says as he reaches around Sam and shuts off the tap. "All done," he adds in a low voice as he anchors his hands on Sam's hips and presses himself close.

It's so unexpected that it shocks Sam into dropping the forks back into the sink.

"Shit," he curses as soapy water splashes the front of his T-shirt.

"Sorry," Bucky laughs, clearly aware of the effect he's having on Sam.

"No you're not," Sam fires back because Bucky knows exactly what he's doing.

"No, I'm really not," Bucky purrs as he tucks his face into the curve of Sam's neck.

Sam had forgotten how sexy the scrape of stubble could feel. Sweet Jesus.

"Are you nuzzling me?" Sam tries to play it cool, but his voice betrays him by cracking slightly.

"Mmmhmm," Bucky confirms as he rests his chin on Sam's shoulder. "Just let me know if this makes you uncomfortable, and I promise I'll stop."

"Okay," Sam says a bit shakily, "did you accidentally eat some catnip?" Friendly touches are pretty common between them now, but there's absolutely nothing platonic about the way Bucky's got him pressed up against the counter.

Bucky chuckles at that while slipping his hands under Sam's shirt and trailing them over the smooth skin just above Sam's waistband. "I'm fine, Sam."

"Well something's up," Sam insists, but he doesn't pull away.

"Not yet," Bucky leers as he gives Sam's hips a squeeze. "But maybe if you play your cards right."

"Buck," Sam freezes, because that is entirely possible to misinterpret, "are you flirting with me?"

"Well, if you have to ask, then I'm obviously doing it wrong," Bucky laughs again. "I was a lot smoother back in the forties, I swear."

"You're doing fine," Sam praises as he melts into Bucky's touch. "You just caught me off guard, that's all."

"I'm full of surprises, sweetheart," Bucky whispers as he grazes his lips against Sam's neck.

Sam can't help shivering at the touch, because Bucky's lips are a warm contrast to the crisp evening breeze filtering through the open windows. The sweet scent of gardenias fills the air as Sam tries to calm his racing heart.

It's just Bucky, he thinks, which would have completely unnerved him once upon a time. Now it's a familiar comfort, like his favorite sweater, or the melodic sound of his nephews' laughter. Still, he can't seem to contain the flutter in his chest because he knows they're crossing a line that they've been cautiously avoiding for years.

"I like surprises," Sam says as he turns around and grips Bucky by the front of the T-shirt. The fabric is soft, and he can feel the heat from Bucky's skin seeping through it.

"I like you," Bucky counters as he cradles Sam's jaw with one hand. With the other, he hooks his fingers into Sam's belt loops and hauls him closer.

"I like you too," Sam admits as he drops his hands down and settles them on Bucky's waist.

"Glad we're on the same page," Bucky grins as he sweeps his thumb over Sam's cheek. "Would it be terribly old-fashioned of me to ask for permission to kiss you?"

"Yes," Sam says, eyes sparkling with delight, "but I sure hope that's not gonna stop you."

"Consider this my formal request, then," Bucky winks as he tilts Sam's face up.

"Permission granted, Sergeant," Sam murmurs just before Bucky kisses him. It's a slow, sweet drag of their lips at first, then Bucky carefully changes the angle as he cups the back of Sam's neck and deepens the kiss.

Sam lets out a whimper as he reaches up to run his fingers through Bucky's hair. It's the shortest it's ever been since Sam has known him, but he loves it like this. Bucky barely looks older than he did in the forties, and he's still every bit as handsome.

"Finally," Bucky pants shakily against Sam's mouth. "God, I've been wanting to do that for so long."

"Me too, baby," Sam replies as he wraps his arms around Bucky's neck.

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to make up for lost time," Bucky suggests as he leans in for another kiss. It's every bit as sweet as the first one but slightly less gentle as he pins Sam to the counter and rocks their hips together.

"Fuck," Sam groans as he pulls back suddenly and rubs Bucky's cheek. He can hear the TV upstairs so he knows that someone is still awake. Probably Sarah, but it could easily be the boys since it's not even that late. "As much as I really want to take this further, we can't right now. Not until we're sure that everyone's asleep."

"Sweetheart," Bucky says as he slides forward and nudges their noses together. "You don't owe me any explanations. This is your house and I would never want to make anything weird for you and your family. Especially for you, Sam."

"I know," Sam nods, "and I really appreciate that. I just wish we had some privacy, that's all."

"We will," Bucky smiles while adding, "they've gotta fall asleep sometime, right?"

"Right," Sam laughs as he kisses Bucky softly. "You're amazing, you know that? Just in case I don't tell you enough."

"Wait, does that mean I'm not as annoying as you like to pretend I am?" Bucky teases.

"No," Sam grins brightly, "you're definitely still annoying."

Bucky rolls his eyes fondly as he reaches for Sam's hand and steers him into the living room. "Well you're no picnic either, baby doll," he says finally as he drops down onto the couch and pulls Sam into his arms.

"Must be why we're perfect for each other, huh?" Sam winks as he settles onto Bucky's lap and kisses him again.

"Must be," Bucky agrees as he wraps his arms around Sam's neck and kisses him back.

*

"So, there's something I wanted to talk to you about," Bucky tells Sam a while later when they're curled up on the couch watching TV.

"What is it?" Sam asks as he sits up and turns to face Bucky. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Bucky replies. "But I kinda broke the lease on my apartment, so that's why I'm heading back to Brooklyn. There's not much left in it, honestly, but I have to pick up the rest of my stuff and then just turn in my keys. I could use some company though if you wanna come with me?"

"Of course, baby," Sam says as he reaches out and squeezes Bucky's knee. "Oh shit, I should probably check for a last-minute flight, though."

"No need," Bucky tells him. "I, uh, kinda hoped you'd say yes, so I already got you a ticket."

"And what if I said no?" Sam challenges.

"Oh," Bucky frowns, "then guess I'd just go alone and miss you the whole time."

"Who knew you were such a drama queen?" Sam smirks while leaning in to kiss Bucky's pout away. "I'm kidding, baby; I'd love to go with you. But wait, where are you moving to then?"

"Well," Bucky blushes, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I used to love living in New York, but it's changed a lot since I was a kid. It's too damn loud, for one," he laughs. "That, or maybe I'm just not cut out for big city life anymore."

"So, you're leaving the city," Sam says, but it's not a question. He tried to talk Bucky out of moving there in the first place, but he figured it must have been a comfort thing. It's the only place Bucky has ever lived, so it made sense that he'd end up there, at least for a little while.

"Yeah," Bucky nods. "It's just not home to me anymore. I mean, I guess it hasn't been for the last eighty years, so I think it's time to move on."

"So where did you have in mind?" Sam asks. He doesn't want to assume anything, but he suddenly feels pretty hopeful about what Bucky may be getting at.

"Here," Bucky says while brushing his lips against Sam's. "You're home to me, so I just wanna be wherever you are, baby. I already looked up some apartment listings earlier and I found a few that looked promising. I mean, if you're cool with all of this. I don't want to make you feel pressured, or make things weird, or - "

Sam cuts him off with a kiss so intense that it leaves them both completely breathless.

"Bucky," Sam pants a moment later. "Are you kidding me? You know I hated the idea of you living all alone in Brooklyn, and I hope you know that I always want you around me."

"Always?" Bucky blushes as he shifts closer and rubs his nose against Sam's.

"Always," Sam repeats as he tilts his head and kisses Bucky again. "You're not gonna need that apartment, though."

"I won't?" Bucky says while giving Sam a teasing grin. "How come?"

"Well," Sam explains as he hauls Bucky off of the couch and leads him over to the window. From there, they have a perfect view of the backyard which is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. "I was actually thinking about building a place for us. We own this land and there's plenty of extra room," he adds while gesturing out the window. "So I was thinking we could build an extension for ourselves, sort of like a guest house. That way, we'll have our privacy, but we can still be near Sarah and the boys. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds like a goddamn amazing plan to me," Bucky says as he turns to wrap his arms around Sam and pull him close. "I haven't known your family for even a whole day yet but I already love them almost as much as I love you," he smiles before leaning in for another kiss.

"Whoa," Sam gasps. "You love me?"

"So much," Bucky nods. "I know it's probably way too soon to say it, but - "

"No, it isn't," Sam disagrees as he gently trails his fingertips over the scruff on Bucky's jaw, "not if you really mean it."

"I've honestly never meant anything more," Bucky murmurs as he steals another kiss. This one is just a quick peck, but Sam still feels it all the way down to his toes.

"Bucky, I - "

"I don't expect you to say it back," Bucky quickly interjects before Sam can even get a word in. "I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me, sweetheart. I know I'm not good with words, and okay, most of the time I'm just not good at expressing myself in general, but - "

"Bucky," Sam tries a little more firmly this time as he rubs the back of Bucky's neck. "I love you too. I've known it since Wakanda for sure, but probably even before that, honestly. You may be a pain in my ass sometimes, but you're the only one I trust with my heart," he finishes as he tugs Bucky forward and kisses him deeply.

"Holy shit," Bucky says as he pulls back and gives Sam a hopeful look. "You love me? Like really?"

"Really," Sam nods as he reaches for Bucky's hand and drags him back over to the couch. "I know it's been a while since we've talked about it," he continues once they get settled, "but I honestly don't know where I'd even be right now if it weren't for you. I was really struggling to accept how much life had changed after the blip, but you," Sam pauses as he turns toward Bucky and scoots closer, "you were my knight in shining armor. Literally," he emphasizes as he reaches for Bucky's vibranium hand and squeezes it. "Thank you, baby. That really meant a lot to me, just in case I don't say it enough."

"Sweetheart, you of all people have nothing to thank me for," Bucky says. "You deserve the world, Sam Wilson, he whispers as he takes hold of Sam's jaw and kisses him again.

"Thank you," Sam pants between kisses. "It's not a competition, but you know you deserve nice things too, right?"

Bucky smiles softly as he leans back and grips Sam by the shoulders. "Baby, I've already got everything I could ever possibly need or want right here."

The with you part goes unspoken, but Sam hears it anyway.

"I love you," Bucky continues as he gives Sam's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "When I escaped from HYDRA, I never dreamed that I could be happy again, or that I'd fall in love and have a shot at a normal life. Not that anything about our lives is exactly normal," he laughs.

"No, definitely not," Sam agrees, "but we make it work."

"We sure do, sugar," Bucky says as he drops a kiss on Sam's shoulder.

"So how about it?" Sam asks as he reaches for Bucky's hand and laces their fingers together. "Do you think you could be happy here in Delacroix?"

"I don't care where we live," Bucky says as he slides onto Sam's lap. "Here, New York, Wakanda, fucking Mars, even. Delacroix is amazing, but honestly, I'll be happy wherever we are as long as you're there with me," he finishes as he tilts Sam's face up for a kiss.

"You know we don't have any of those fancy sushi joints here, right? Or those hipster coffee shops that you love so much," Sam teases.

"That's okay," Bucky grins as he presses a trail of kisses up Sam's neck. "I make damn good coffee actually, and I happen to know of a fantastic place to get seafood. The owners are a little grumpy, but you learn to love 'em."

"Is that so?" Sam pretends to glare as he pokes Bucky in the ribs.

"Yes it is," Bucky huffs while trying to squirm out of Sam's grasp. "And I think the one with the hot ass might have a crush on me."

"You better be talking about me," Sam smirks as he shoves Bucky backward and crawls on top of him.

"Only you, my love," Bucky says seriously as he wraps his arms around Sam's neck.

"Good answer," Sam winks as he bends down and kisses Bucky slowly. "I love you," he adds when he pulls back and rests their foreheads together.

Bucky smiles at that, sweet and soft and so ridiculously fond as he leans in and nuzzles Sam's cheek.

"I love you more."

~*~

[dontcare77ghj]

Guilt

Steve x reader x Bucky x Peggy

Your relationship with Bucky, Steve and Peggy was the worst kept secret of the war.

Everyone knew, even though you all believed them to be clueless to your love.

It was not difficult for people to find out. Many had witnessed the softer moments of your relationship. They walked in on innocent embraces, passionate kisses, and moments of weakness they only saw when the four of you were together. 

Though, it was not to be said some people had not walked in on much more private, intimate, moments.

In 1945 those around Peggy, Bucky, and Steve watched the three retreat into their relationship after Y/N L/N fell from a train. Peggy herself had not been on the mission, but she had to watch her boys suffer in their grief. Bucky and Steve, unfortunately, had been on the operation, and they blamed themselves for Y/N plummeting from the train. 

It was less than two months later when Steve and Bucky crashed the Valkyrie into the ocean.

Peggy threw herself into her work. She was a strong woman. Peggy refused to allow herself to give in to her grief.

It was not even a month later before Howard approached Peggy with a proposition. He offered to inject Peggy with the same serum he'd used on Bucky and Steve.

Peggy said yes, not giving it a second thought.

It turns out being injected with the serum came with consequences. It was 2012, and Peggy had not aged since 1945.

There were many positives to Peggy's immortality. Peggy had helped build S.H.I.E.LD. up and had become godmother to Howard and Maria's son.

Peggy had also been alive when Howard and Maria were murdered, leaving her godson orphaned. 

In 2012 Peggy felt the wear of being alive for so long begin to take its toll. She was in charge of SHIELD and trying to ensure her godson did not do anything too stupid. 

She had been alone for so long, never having anyone to truly confide in as she had with her three lovers.

Until 2012. When Peggy learned that they found Steve and Bucky. And not their corpses, but their living, breathing, bodies. She had two out of her three lovers back.

The three were happy. Steve, Bucky, and Peggy been reunited after so many years, given a second chance, but they were still mourning for the loss of Y/N. Peggy had years to mourn the deaths of all her lovers, yet she never moved on. Steve and Bucky had been frozen only two months into their grieving process.

In 2014, it was suddenly revealed to the public, as well as the three, Y/N L/N was not dead. And had never been.

It had been a torturous process, finding Y/N and breaking her out of her brainwashing. It felt like years since they started the process of helping her regain her memories and who she once was.

There were many days that it almost hurt too much to watch Y/N suffer as they attempted to help her. But, knowing she was suffering worse than they were was enough for them to stay. To help Y/N become who she really was.

And they did. The four did it together because that's all these individuals really had. The four had each other. The four were finally openly together, and everything seemed perfect. Everything was perfect except for the guilt they all carried.

Steve felt the most out of the four of you. When he was smaller, during the war and after, he felt more. He felt more strongly than all of you. 

When you had fallen off the train, Steve took the blame. Though Bucky had been on the train with you both, Steve was the one to lose grip on your hand. He was the one who was not able to pull you back up, he was the one who failed to save you.

And not just from death. He was unable to save you from the trauma you were forced to live through for seven decades.

You knew how Steve felt. You loved him too much to not notice he was drowning in his guilt every time he looked at you.

And you were not the only one to notice. Bucky had, so had Peggy.

It had been a year since you fought your way out of your head and HYDRA's brainwashing, you felt you were stronger for it, but Steve still treated you as if you were a porcelain doll.

"Here, doll," Steve said, handing you a cup of tea. 

"What's this for?" You smiled, kissing his cheek in thanks.

"Just 'cos." He shrugged. "Do you need me to do anything for you?" He asked you, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

"No, Stevie. I'm fine." You smiled, curling into his side. 

"Are you sure? You don't want me to grab you anything? Make something to eat?" 

"Steve, I'm not an invalid." You said, pointedly. Your mechanic arm had malfunctioned last week, and as a result, you'd had to send it back to Shuri for repairs. She wasn't sure why it acted out as it did, she wanted to be sure nothing would happen again.

So, for the foreseeable future, you would be working with one arm. You were managing very well and living life as you usually would, but Steve had been especially attentive. Especially suffocating.

You and Steve were watching a movie while Peg and Bucky were out for the day. It was when you moved to place your cup on the bedside you let out a hiss.

"Y/N? Are you okay, doll?" Steve questioned you rapidly.

"I'm okay, Steve." You assured him, rubbing your shoulder. "My shoulder is just really sore." You said, groaning as you moved wrongly.

"Take your shirt off," Steve told you, shifting on the bed. Not saying a word you did as he asked, well demanded, and pulled your shirt off. Steve gently pushed you onto your front and straddled your lower back.

Steve gently began to massage the area, causing you to let out a breathy sigh.

"I'm sorry." Steve breathed after several minutes. "I'm so sorry."

"What for, Stevie?" You questioned him, quite confused.

"I'm the reason you fell. If I had just held on, you wouldn't have been tortured for all those years. You would still have both your arms." He said, hands stilling as he spoke.

"Steve, I don't blame you for any of that." You told him, crawling out from under him.

"You should," Steve muttered, not meeting your eyes.

"I don't." You said firmly. "The train was not your fault. I fell, anyone could have. And you can't blame yourself for anything HYDRA did to me." 

"But I could have saved you," Steve said, looking at you sadly.

"It's not your job." You assured him. "And I don't want you torturing yourself over things you couldn't control. You're not allowed to feel guilty for this. I won't let you."

"I don't think you can just tell me what to feel." Steve managed a laugh.

"Watch me." You smiled, taking his hand. "Steve, I'm fine. I'm okay, and I'm going to be okay for a long time. Okay?"

"Okay." He finally smiled.

Non-reader POV

Peggy did not feel as much as Steve did. Steve felt every emotion and let them take control of his entire being. But Peggy rarely allowed her feelings to take control of herself. Especially the negative ones.

During the seventy years Peggy had been alone, Peggy had spent her time building SHIELD up into the organization it was today. Peggy had focused her grief into attempting to destroy HYDRA.  It was because of HYDRA she had lost the three people she loved. 

After finding out the three of you were still alive, Peggy backed away from SHIELD to watch over the three of you. She entrusted SHIELD into Fury and his team's hands. 

And then SHIELD fell. It fell into HYDRA's disgusting hands.

Everything Peggy had worked for, for seventy years, had all been for naught. With the fall of SHIELD, any real SHIELD agents had to run. Identities were changed, safe houses were at maximum capacity, and lives were broken.

Peggy, Steve, Y/N, and Bucky had all had to run. HYDRA was coming, and Peggy refused to allow them to touch anything else she held dear. Again.

The four had a home of their own that could not be traced back to any of them. They had kept the place clean, furnished, stocked with enough food, and drink to survive the end of the world, but they rarely had time to stay.

It had been a week since the four had arrived at their home. Peggy had enjoyed their slip into domesticity, they all had, but she was still punishing herself.

"Who's winning?" Bucky asked, appearing behind Peggy. Peggy was standing at the window watching as Steve, and Y/N playfully spared in the fro\nt yard. 

"Neither. Y/N's pulling her punches, and Steve's trying to let Y/N win." Peggy hummed as Bucky wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" Bucky questioned Peggy, punctuating the question with a kiss to her temple. "What are you thinking about?"

"SHIELD." Peggy sighed, not willing to lie to the man.

"Doll." Bucky sighed.

"I know, I know, I shouldn't make myself sick over this, but I can't help it," Peggy said, leaning back in his hold.

"Peg, what happened to SHIELD was not your fault," Bucky told her. "SHIELD was my responsibility. For seventy years, I was in charge, I leave for a couple years, and the whole thing falls apart. If I had been around, I could have prevented everything." Peggy argued.

"Peg, I don't know if you want to hear this, but SHIELD's been rotting for a long time. You couldn't notice because HYDRA are sneaky bastards, and it's their job." Bucky reasoned with the woman.

"I should have known," Peggy complained. "I dedicated seventy years to SHIELD, how did I not see it was crumbling right under my feet?"

"Because HYDRA is good at that," Bucky told her. "We know better than anyone what they're capable of. We know what they do, and we know how good they are at it."

"I keep thinking if maybe I hadn't backed so far off, if maybe I had kept an eye on SHIELD, I could have seen what was coming and stopped it."

"So, you're saying if you could go back to when you made the decision to back away, you'd stay?" Bucky asked her.

"No. No, I wouldn't be able to do that." Peggy shook her head. "I love you three too much to distance myself from you."

"You can't go back, Peg. What's happened has happened. The only way to go now is forward." 

"Maybe you should start writing Steve's speeches." Peggy giggled, causing the man to also laugh.

"Better?" Bucky asked her.

"Much." Peggy smiled, leaning up to kiss the man. "Let's bring those two in." She suggested.

Bucky had a firm grip on his emotions. Always had. Back in the forties, Buck was the one always looking after everyone. He took care of Steve, who was forever sick, made Peggy take a day off every now and then, and he would always be the one to comfort Y/N after dealing with her mother.

Bucky was a caretaker. He didn't focus on his own emotions as much as he did with those around them.

"New phones for all." Tony declared, passing out a box filled with new Stark phones.

"Very nice, Stark." Y/N commented, taking one of the phones and passing the box down.

"I aim to please." Tony smiled, making himself a drink. "It's top of the line, not available to the public, and only for this team. It's got all the best features, and even better, it's got a holographic projector."

"Why do you need a projector?" Bucky asked, fiddling with the phone.

"No-one needs a projector. It's just a perk." Tony shrugged. 

Hours later, Bucky was seated in the bedroom the four of you shared when staying at the tower. He was sat on the bed, staring at Stark's new phone.

The once glimmering, brand new item now had several deep cracks, and he couldn't get it to turn on anymore.

Bucky attempted to press the button one more time, and when it didn't turn on again, he threw the phone at a wall just as Steve entered.

"Buck! It's just me!" Steve yelped, jumping away from the shattered phone.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming in." Bucky sighed, resting his head in his hands.

"Buck, you just got this a couple hours ago," Steve said, examining the remains of the phone.

"Yeah, and it was fucking broken or something." The brunette grumbled.

"Did you tell Tony?" Steve asked, picking up the pieces and putting them on the bedside.

"No, I didn't. The phone was broken when I got it, I swear." Bucky said, looking up. "It's okay, I'll just use my old one. I know how to use that one, at least."

"Tony's phone isn't that hard to use. He had to show me how to use the projector feature, but it's pretty simple to use otherwise." Steve shrugged

"Of course, it's fucking simple for you." Bucky snapped. "Everything's always so simple for you and everyone around me."

"Buck, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm sorry." Steve said, going to leave the room.

"Wait, no, Steve, I'm so sorry." Bucky apologized, jumping to his feet. "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean to say that."

"Want to tell me where that came from?" Steve questioned him, turning around and folding his arms across his chest. "How long have you been bottling that up?"

"Too long." Bucky sighed, sitting back on the bed.

"What's going on, Buck? None of us have seen you in hours, and you've been in a mood since Tony gave you the phone." Steve said, taking a seat next to the man.

"I can't catch up. You and Y/N and Peg, you're all catching up so quickly. I get Peg, she was able to evolve with it. Hell, I even understand how Y/N can keep up. But I just get so jealous when I can't keep up, and you can." Bucky admitted, cheeks burning red as he refused to look at him. "I feel like I'm still stuck in the forties, Steve."

"Oh, Buck." Steve cooed, shifting closer to the man and grasping his hand tightly. 

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm sorry I'm acting like this." Bucky apologized. "I shouldn't be jealous that everyone's acclimating, but I am, and I hate it."

"Buck, it's nothing to be ashamed about. We lost seventy years of our lives, and we never spoke to anyone. We never addressed it. You're allowed to be slow with modern advances, and it's nothing for you to feel bad about." Steve soothed, pushing hair from Bucky's face.

"Are you sure?" Bucky asked meekly.

"Positive." Steve smiled. "And I promise I'm going to help you. It'll be discreet, and no one will have to know if that's what you want."

"I'd like that Stevie." Bucky leaned over to kiss the man. "Thank you."

"Of course, James." Steve smiled. "But there is one thing you're going to have to do on your own."

"What's that?"

"You're going to have to tell Tony you broke your phone."

Reader POV

In the forties, you had been the most carefree. Never really caring what anyone said, apart from the comments your mother spewed, you didn't care what people thought. 

You wore pants before it was accepted, proudly held hands with any of your partners, and you gladly got into fistfights in alleys with Steve.

You never felt bad when people would complain about how unladylike you were. You would never feel guilty when your mother would cry about how you would never give her grandchildren because you weren't going to attract any men if you wore pants. 

You liked who you were, and each of your partners enjoyed how carefree you were.

After breaking free from your mind control, this was no longer the case. You weren't as carefree as you once were. Emotions ruled you, especially guilt. 

Guilt over everything you'd ever been forced to do while under HYDRA's control.

Therapy had been a help. The therapist Tony recommended had helped you see it wasn't your fault what had happened. The therapy had brought back some of your carefreeness, and you were starting to remember who you used to be.

You had been warned from the beginning that it wouldn’t just be good days. There would always be bad days, it was just the therapists hope that they would soon lessen.

She was right, they did lessen. The time periods between the bad days grew and could be months apart from each other, but they still came back.

Today was a bad day.

As soon as you awoke, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy today. Everything felt heavy. Everything hurt. Even though it was a warm summer day, you found yourself donning a long sleeve shirt and usual glove.

You couldn’t stand the sight of your arm that day.

“Darling, you’re going to give yourself heatstroke. At least take the gloves off.” Peggy said.

“No, it’s okay. I’m not that hot.” You denied, pulling your sleeves further down as you grabbed a Coke.

“Darling you’re sweating.” Peggy pointed out. “Y/N, do we need to call Yasmin? Do you need another session?”

“No. I don’t need another session.” You said quickly. “I’m fine, Peg.”

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to lie about the bad days, Y/N.” Peggy said, moving behind you. “We’re here to help you.”

“Well you shouldn't be.” You snapped, spinning around. “You’re all wasting your time on me when you could all be doing better things.”

“Y/N, darling, that’s simply not true.” Peggy said, moving closer. “We’re not wasting time on you. We love you.”

“You love a murderer. A disgrace of a human being.” You scoffed, eyes stinging as you looked away.

“You did not kill anyone. HYDRA is responsible for those deaths, not you.” Peggy forcefully told you. “Y/N, we are not wasting time. We love you. We have loved you for seventy years and no matter what has happened to you, we are not running. We’re in this ‘til the end of the line.” Peggy said, stepping forward and grabbing your hands in hers.

“I’ve killed people, Peggy.” You whimpered. “I’ve killed a lot of people.”

“It wasn’t you, darling.” Peggy shushed you, squeezing your flesh hand as she took off the glove on your metal hand. “And we’re not scared of you. You don’t need to carry all this on your own anymore.”

Peggy took another step forward and pulled you into her arms. As her arms wrapped around your body, your knees gave out and you had to hold onto the Brit for strength. 

“Do you want me to call Yasmin?” She asked you again.

“No.” You shook your head. “I just want you and our boys.”

“Okay.” Peggy whispered, pressing a kiss to your crown. “How about you head back to bed, think about changing, and I’ll get them from the training room?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I love you, Peg.” You murmured, quickly kissing her cheek before walking back to the bedroom.

Guilt was an easy emotion. Everyone felt it, but not everyone got over it. It was a good thing the four of you had each other.

The four of you were the worst kept secret of the war, Avengers, family and each others. And only one of those titles really mattered.

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FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE:  They had taken the biggest step in getting a place together in Brooklyn after Zee had put down roots and took up an old theater on Broadway for her show. Now that this time and place was her home, she didn't need to worry about going back and forth. Her and Bucky had set up the cozy place and she was currently sitting on the floor in the living room thumbing through catalogues for furniture waiting for him to get home. She also had a surprise for him, and the small kitten was playing with her fingers and the small wisps of magic she had trailing down as she flipped the pages. Around the kitten's neck was a bow and she was more relaxed than she had been in some time. They were home and they were safe -- they could finally live a life that they both deserved. But mostly Bucky -- Zee wanted a normal life for him so that he could finally be at ease and rest after everything he had been through. STATUS: always accepting random things !

          life was weird.  part of bucky felt like he was walking along the razor’s edge, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  it couldn’t be this easy, could it?  after everything he’d been through.  after every time he was pulled back in to hydra’s grasp could it really just end in the domestic setting he hoped to have all those decades ago?  sure, he was still fighting to a degree.  being part of sam’s team was more his choice than anything else.  what was bucky going to do, find some eight to five somewhere?  start wearing a suit?  people were suffering and all he’d ever known was fighting.  it only made sense.

           at least, this time, it was on his own terms with his own autonomy.

          he stops for a few seconds at the front door, staring down at the way his keys had multiplied since meeting zatanna.  there’d been two when they first met; front door and harley.  that was it.  now there were spares for a number of different things, an office key, keys that didn’t look familiar.  for some reason, seeing them all splayed out in the palm of his hand hits very close to home.  when he was sitting out in the wakandan wilds with ayo, waiting to see whether or not shuri’s de-programming had worked he honestly had no idea he’d be able to make it here.  here to a somewhat normal life with someone who took all the good with the bad ( so, so much bad ).  someone who was patient with the nightmares and the hard time he had being open and emotional.

           with one last grip, the soldier opens the front door.  odd seeing more furniture greet him than when he’d first gotten his pardon.  all the comfort was going to take a while to get used to but it was not very practical to expect someone else to sleep on the hardwood with him.  zee would, he didn’t have any doubt she would.  the point was bucky wanted her to be more comfortable than that, especially if she had to deal with his random nightmare thrashings.

          zatanna’s on the floor.  normally, he’d crawl right over to join her.  maybe he’d even try to put his head in her lap.  but, his eyes follow the line of her arm to the movement on the other end.  “ what... “  his head jerks back.  bucky even looks over his shoulder to make sure he’d made it in to the right apartment.  “ who... “  he can feel his eyes widening.  all he can focus on is the tiny little ball of fluff with a bow around it’s neck.  it was so small and so tiny and he was decades of war.

          finally, the soldier settles down on his knees.  it’s close enough that leaning over allows him to kiss zatanna’s cheek.  “ please tell me fans don’t do weird things like bring you gift kittens. “

[fafulous]

Life in Wakanda with Bucky Barnes would include:

First Time:

You knew Bucky as a mere acquaintance. But beyond that, the endless stories that you heard from Steve made you eager to meet the man.

Bucky had no idea who you were since you were a new recruit to the Avengers.

Just like Bucky, you decided to move to Wakanda upon T’challa and Steve’s persuasion after the mindnumbing mission you had gone with the both of them.

Shuri was kind enough to show you where you were going to live which was near to Bucky house as well.

After Shuri left, you changed into the traditional Wakandan clothes and stepped out of your hut, only to meet the gaze of THE James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

And damn did he freeze like a deer in headlights when he saw you

You instantly tensed up the minute he began to walk away from you because damn did he look a greek god.

But you didn’t know that the reason Bucky went away from you was that he had no idea how to interact with such an attractive dame.

Bucky and you would always run into each other unintentionally, or that’s what either of you assumed

But finally got the guts to talk to you upon Shuri’s persuasion

and he did that thing again:

He froze and stuttered.

“He froze like a deer in headlights, our very own white wolf, just like you brother”

“Oh Shuri you have no idea how it feels”

Realizing his starting problem you helped him out

“You’re James aren’t you?”

“Wh-what, how do you know me?”

“Our very own star-spangled boy of course, who else?”

Friendship:

Ever since then for the next couple of days, Bucky would talk to you standing by the lake. For a minimum of five minutes.

Because let's face it, he was scared.

Scared of doing something he's never done before: getting to know an exquisite woman like you.

And the best part was you didn't mind the short-lived meetings every day

As long as you saw him

Until one-day he gathered up the courage to expand this small, budding friendship:

"Would you like to meet my goats?"

"Sure!"

And he went on and on, introducing all of his seven goats patiently to you. The ways his eyes lit up every time he told their names gave you happy jitters in your heart. It was too difficult to stop blushing.

"This one is Steve because this was my first goat ever"

"And this one is Sam because, you know, he's a jerk...but I love him."

And at one point few of the goats, especially the ones named Natasha and Scott kept scuttling around you which made you coo and play with them even more.

Which also made Bucky fall harder for you even more

"So James-"

"Bucky"

"What?"

"Call me Bucky, doll."

Attraction:

Safe to say at least, Bucky no longer ensured that the meetings would last more than five minutes.

They'd last for the whole day.

Bucky wanted to take you to the Wakandan Market since you were always pampered by Shuri to ensure you were supplied with whatever that was needed.

Your breath completely stopped when you saw Bucky.

Geared up in the Red Wakandan robe along with the scarf that covered his left arm fashionably.

With that goddamn rough stubble and his man bun.

How did he do it?? With? One? Arm?

All you could think of was how you wanted to stroke your fingers along the strands of his gorgeous hair and how his beard would feel on your-

"Shall we?" He asked by extending

Now it was your turn to freeze like a deer in headlights.

"Y-yes"

In the market, you ran around like a child seeing a supermarket for the first time. So many artisans selling so many things. Your eyes lit up at every shop amidst the busy crowd.

But Bucky didn't mind the crowd, all of his attention was on you. The way your hair moved and the way your eyes lit up whenever you saw something that interested you extremely.

He even noticed how she completely wrapped arms around his right arm, gripping it harder whenever she was excited.

And he loved it. Made him proud rather

But at one point she rushed off without warning him, which made him worry intensely.

Only to return with a handful of plums.

"I overheard you reprimanding Sam yesterday of how he ate all your plums."

He doesn't know how to respond and unfortunately ends up staring. Again.

"Bucky.exe has stopped working brother."

"Oh leave the man alone Shuri"

You would pop into his hut sometimes, helping him with some daily chores

It felt so domestic and pure, one could get used to this he wondered.

The first move:

In the evening, you and bucky decided to have a bonfire set up

With enough fruits and food, both of you began indulging in stories of the past, showing each other how vulnerable you can become

While Bucky spoke about his literal fall and HYDRA, you spoke about the abusive mission that you had to endure with Steve and T’challa.

“Nothing can ever hurt you now Doll, you’re here with me now”

“And I, with you Bucky”

And involuntarily both of you pulled in together...for a hug.

Your sensations went wild when he buried his nose between your hair and neck, which made you stroke his wavy hair.

After some time, you realized his breathing became uniform and you decided to lean down.

The white wolf has gone to sleep 

The next day, bucky woke up entangled between your arms on the grass.

The Bonfire ceased and the sun was up

You looked so peaceful.

He slowly removed his right arm underneath your body, only to move the strands of hair blocking your face.

She's too serene

Too beautiful

Too good for you Bucky.

He knew it right then and there as the first set of the sun's rays fell on the both of them.

She is the one.

Waking up the next day and not finding him next to you made you a tad bit sad, especially since you couldn't spot him the whole day.

The WHOLE DAY.

It was extremely disheartening, maybe thinking something went extremely wrong last night after the beautiful moment you both shared

Until you finally found him babbling to all of his goats at night

And he stopped the minute he saw you

And the conversation became too angsty, asking him where he was the whole day

and damn Bucky was shit scared since you looked so regal and scary under the moonlight.

And in the slip of his tongue:

“I don’t have to always tell you my whereabouts Y/N”

That stung your soul like a wasp

“Did anything mean to you yesterday?”

He panicked like a lost child, seeing tears streaming down your cheek.

And came over to you, tugging you closer, his right arm wiping away those tears

“Everything, doll. Every single minute meant more to me than you think”

Both of your gazes are on each other's lips

And you’re too eager to make the first move

And you do.

It wasn’t needy as you thought it was, but soo passionate

And gosh Bucky could taste the strawberry off your lips, and he wanted to bite those lips of yours

Only to be interrupted by the bleating of his goats, followed by the incessant giggles of you both

“Such a romantic first kiss Bucky”

“Tell me about it”

The fluff domestic life:

You couldn’t believe that both of you were actually a thing

Bucky quickly explained that the only reason that he avoided you that day was that he was nervous and felt he was out of your league.

“That’s so stupid Barnes. Stop thinking like your goats”

“Hey, not a word about my goats!”

T’challa and Shuri were so happy for the both of you were together now

And even helped to move into a slightly bigger house for the both of you

and Bucky’s goats

“Doll, they’re ours now”

Both of you shared a bed, although Bucky was skeptical, especially because of his non-existent arm.

But you reassured him that didn’t matter. Always. 

Mornings became lazier, both of you always entangled in each other's arms

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

And Bucky’s hoarse morning voice was a godsend gift

And if you didn’t nudge, he will pepper your face and neck with soft kisses, especially your sweet spot

and eventually, you’d give in sleepily, with a sloppy morning makeout session between the sheets

both of you would cook together although most of the time you ended up learning from him because clearly, he knew way better than you did

and breakfast, lunch, and dinner went by talking and getting to know each other more and more

Bucky would also teach you how to take care of his goats

"Steve and Scott are fine with anything but do not feed Natasha carrots for God's sake"

And you just thought they were goats.

They’re family.

Bucky also flexed his muscles literally and would show how he could do one hand pushups.

And you would definitely take the opportunity to slide underneath his glorious torso because he would peck on your lips every time he came down

and your giggles would drive him crazy

Comforting each other’s nightmares and bad days

And whenever he would get phantom pain on his left arm, you’d massage it and coo sweet sweet words to relax him

“You’re going to be okay bucky, I promise”

Later in the evenings, Bucky would sometimes sit outside to watch the sunset

While you took the opportunity to french braid his hair and putting flowers wherever you could

“I could get used to this doll. Do this every day?”

"I'll think about it"

Followed by Bucky chasing you around until you submit to him

And you eventually do and fortunately get tickled to death

(Things gonna get NSFW kids bye bye chilren)

Sex was never brought up by Bucky though he did want to. He was just a bit hesitant due to his physicality.

But you on the other hand never saw it as a disability

You wanted Bucky. Wanted him so bad.

Like whats not there to want? Great body, soft hair, a really cute ass.

There would be times when the sexual tension was so bad, you both had to leave the room. But alas, it was solved.

It was when you went by the lake surrounded by thick trees, you saw Bucky. An ethereal Bucky.

He was sitting on one of the branches, his legs spread in naked glory, his Blue Wakandan robe conveniently covering his manhood. 

Those thighs could kill you

The glorious ends of his hair were dripping with water onto his bare torso. He probably took a dip in the lake

You getting turned on was an understatement because he looked like a fucking god

You whispered his name involuntarily and your brain was clouded with so much lust you had no idea what you were doing.

Bucky, on the other hand, was in the lake a few minutes back because he was hot and bothered thinking about you, and unfortunately had to take care of himself. 

Especially because you decided to wear your cute black tank top and shorts with a messy bun, teasing him every time you took a step.

He froze, again of all the times to freeze as he saw you coming towards him, her eyes clearly showcasing one emotion.

You looked up to him, your hands roaming his wet torso and you swore bucky choked.

“Doll you’re so good to me. Are- are you sure?”

“I want you so bad baby. So so bad.”

And all you had to do was jump onto his waist, and wrap your arms around his neck.

Both of you made love to each other for the first time near the lake and it was so hot (figuratively obv ;)

Bucky’s beard burn throughout your body

and he loved to hear those pretty lil moans of yours, making him hard instantly

and he was vocal too, and boy did it make you flip

especially when he whispered hoarsely into your ears

“beautiful girl”

“you feel so good doll”

“Harder baby” you’d moan 

and you both came screaming from your highs together. And ever since then, he’d try something every day

But he’s extremely vanilla

and has come to the conclusion that he loves loud sex

because why not.

Both of you would go down on each other whenever you both were stressed

He’d ask you every time if whatever he was doing okay and you didn’t mind.

Because you love this man too much.

Trailing your body down with sloppy kisses was his favorite. 

And you? You loved biting him.

You loved his thighs. And riding him every time was your kink.

“You’re a fucking goddess, doll”

And he could never decide if he was a boobs or an ass person

“Its hard baby. You do have great assets”

“I know it's hard” you’d wink

His after sex care was spot on and you ended up cuddling him as always.

Angry sex happened like one time

Because you forgot to mention to Bucky that you were to spend the day with T’challa

some pieces of furniture broke but it was alright

But it ended up with both of you saying those three words for the first time to each other

“I can’t stay mad at you. I love you too much Y/N”

“Oh Bucky I love you too”

And you knew life in Wakanda couldn’t get better

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Tag: @padmaaavati @marauderette130 @dendrite-lover (ILY frens)

Posted on 18th June, 2019

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB MIV Week 17 Roundup!

We have only TWO MONTHS LEFT for this round of TSB!

Title: When We Break With Tradtions - Chapter 1: A New Path Collaborator: J_Gun_i (Fighting_for_Creativity) Card Number: 4004 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Fatigue Ship: Ironhusbands, (pre)M'Baku/Rhodey/Tony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Spiritual Man M'Baku, Established Rhodey/Tony, Meddling Shuri, panic attack (?), strong opinion against outsiders (at first), kinda soulmates. Summary: M'Baku was approached by Princess Shuri who had an unusual request. Agreeing to it, M'Baku found soon out that he set things into motion, he'd never have dreamed of. But what can he do when souls are bound to be together. Also, no one is safe from a meddling Princess Shuri. Word Count: 8625

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Title: a moment in between Collaborator: ohjustpeachy Card Number: 4017 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S5 - Fears appear in reality Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: Those few blissful seconds right before he regains complete consciousness sometimes feel like all he has left. Then, of course, the realization hits, and Rhodey feels the loss all over again, hears the words anew every time. Complete paralysis. Tonight is one of those nights. Or, Rhodey wakes from a nightmare and Tony does what he can. Word Count: 1203

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Title: Rumor Has It Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 4059 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Holding Hands Ship: IronHusbands; Pepper/Steve Rating: Gen Major Tags: Implied (not actual) Infidelity Summary: Rhodey wakes up to find Tony reading aloud to Pepper and Steve about his (supposed) wild, playboy lifestyle and their respective roles in it. Jim Rhodes is not caffeinated enough for this kind of hilarity. Word Count: 1319

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Title: m the Edge (Screaming My Name) Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 4056 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Major character death, angst/tragedy, canon-typical violence Summary: They’d gotten there too late. Everyone used to joke with Steve about him being the Man Out of Time, and today of all days the reminder is just a sharp slap to the face. Maybe he needs a slap to the face, Steve thinks briefly, because then at least he would feel something. Word Count: 5128

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Title: a lifetime’s a short time (when love never ends) Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 4028 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - whump Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Canonical Character Death, Dementia, Grief, Aging, Avengers Endgame compliant, with all that implies, I'm Sorry, Implied Suicidal Actions Summary: Years have taken a lot from Pepper, and in the waning of her life, even her memories begin to fall away. Word Count: 2101

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Title: Along Collaborator: periwinklepromise Card Number: 4053 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - Lip Sync/Karaoke Ship: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanova Rating: Teen Major Tags: none Summary: “Remind me again why I agreed to this?” Maria grumbles. Natasha gives a slim smile. “Because I asked you to.” Word Count: 388

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Title: That’s Fiancé Badass Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Image (IM3 - Tony Handcuffed by his captors) Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Mob AU, Fluff, BAMF Tony Summary: Steve Rogers was many things. Patient was not one of them. This usually seemed to be less of a problem where his beloved Tony was concerned, but tonight his patience was wearing thin. He had plans. And Tony was late for them. When his phone rang, 20 minutes past the hour, he did his best not to let his irritation show. He really did try. “Anthony,” he answered in a levelled but commanding voice. “You better have a very good reason for being late tonight of all nights, my love.” Word Count: 1880

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Title: At the End of the Day Collaborator: Politzania Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Writing Format: Past Tense Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags:  domestic fluff, established relationship, sleep deprived!Tony Summary:  Steve helps Tony get undressed after a long day, gently fending off his overtures along the way. Word Count: 416

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Title: i am the horizon that you ride towards - Chapter 1 Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Card Number: 4066 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Kink: Alpha/Beta/Omega Society Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: major character death, rape, underage content. Warnings for this Chapter: forced marriage Summary: Tony’s mother and father die when he is sixteen. He doesn’t mourn his father, but when he sees his mother’s still, gaunt face, the dark colour of her skin washed out, there are tears in his eyes that falls, running down his face in rivers, matting in the collar of his jerkin. “Come,” Obadiah says, coldly, his hand landing on Tony’s shoulder. Tony cringes, but follows, mostly because he has no other choice – Obadiah, as his father’s second-in-command, had made his feelings clear; he had no intention of caring for his dead liege lord’s omega son, not when he could get to business and begin making alliances with Tony as the thing to be sold to some stranger like a horse. Word Count: 4664

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Title: My Favourite Day Dream Collaborator: startrekkingaroundasgard Card Number: 4048 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: T5 - arranged marriage Ship: Stony, Natasha/Reader Rating: Teen Major Tags: mentions of homophobia Summary: Forced to marry as young nobles, both Anthony and the reader had to abandon the people they truly loved for status and reputation. When Sir Steven and his trusty assassin Natasha agree to spend a few nights at their estate, the pair have the chance to see their loves again. However, around Steven, Anthony is a blabbering mess and Natasha is still angry that the reader chose to marry for duty over running away with her. Can they find their happiness or will they waste their second chance? Word Count: 1581

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Title: Iron Man + Avengers A Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 4034 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - framed Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: cross stitch Summary: Cross stitch of tiny Iron Man flying around an arc reactor blue Avengers A

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Title: In Victory, and in Defeat Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: marriage proposal, fluff and angst Summary: The Battle of New York seems all but lost. Until it isn't. And Tony can't risk saving the world without knowing the answer to a very important question first. Word Count: 2146

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Title: soothing Collaborator: ohjustpeachy Card Number: 4017 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A1 - writing format: drabble Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff, drabble Summary: Steve realizes that the arc reactor has a sound. Word Count: 100

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Title: untitled Collaborator: Nicnac Card Number: 4048 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Riri Williams Ship: Tony Stark & Riri Williams Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Ironheart moldboard Word Count: N/A

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Title: Bowling for Platypuses Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Card Number: 4042 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A5 - Dark Alleys Ship: IronBros Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard Summary: A moodboard for rebelmeg’s and my yet-to-be-actually-written fic in which Rhodey out-pranks Tony at a glow-in-the-dark bowling alley using an intriguing fact of platypus biology. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Skinmage Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - AU: Urban Fantasy Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: AU: Urban Fantasy, Tattoos, Magic, Pre-relationship Summary: The magic for making pictures move was relatively well-documented, though it was a difficult and costly process. But getting marks on the skin to react -- that was infinitely harder, complicated by the living cells of the canvas and compounded by the changeability of the shape.There was archaeological evidence of past civilizations that had dabbled in it, usually reserved for especially high-ranking leaders. But those cultures had jealously guarded those secrets, and to the best of Tony’s knowledge, no one had ever managed to actually replicate the art. Word Count: 1027

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Title: A nice day for self-discoveries Collaborator: Gottalovev Card Number: 4077 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - Kink: Figging Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Slight BDSM (hair pulling, exploring power dynamics, talk of kink, talks of figging-but do not get your hopes up, I didn't tag it for honesty), blow job, hand job. Summary: Tony gets the wrong idea when he sees what Steve bought at the grocery store. (It leads to sex anyway). Word Count: 3772

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Title: Stanley Cups Before Wedding Rings Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Arena Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers and his team just won the most coveted trophy in hockey. And yet, that's still not the best part of his night. Word Count: 2040

[nixie-deangel]

Ummm Fluffy Stevetony headcanons maybe after Endgame?

So, let me start off by a few pre-Endgame HC’s, so the rest make sense.

First, Tony and Pepper split up sometime during the 5 years, because they realize that a marriage and kid don’t erase the problems they’ve always had in their relationship, so they parted as friends and co-parents.

During the 5 years, Steve, Tony, Thor, Bruce, Rhodey, Nat, Nebula, Rocket, they all stayed in contact, they worked through their issues, they hung out, became the family they always could have been.

Morgan grew up with all the living heroes as Aunts/Uncles (Big sister in Nebula’s case). 

Tony and Steve started repairing their relationship, learned to work through their issues and communicate like actual leaders. 

They also started flirting and testing the waters about maybe more, once they put in the work. Though nothing happens, because as their something starts to evolve, that’s Scott shows up with the answers they needed on how to reverse the Snap. 

After Endgame HC’s: 

After they get Tony back from the hospital, and before he, Rhodey, Shuri and Peter design and build him a new arm, Steve moves into the lack house to help Tony out, and help keep an eye on Morgan.

Though he and Morgan have already bonded -they both enjoy drawing and painting- they get closer the longer Steve stays.

It’s not all sunshine and roses, they have their good days and bad days, one especially when Tony wakes Steve one night from one of his common occurring horrific nightmares, can’t bite back the screams one night, cause Steve to break the door in his haste to get to Tony, who spends the night holding Tony, who cries and breaks.

Steve, spends the weeks and months following sleeping with Tony, waking him from nightmares, coaxing him with a gentle voice, reminding him whatever he’s seeing isn’t real, that he’s safe and alive and Morgan is safe and Peter is back.

And by Odin’s beard, their good days are so domestically blissful, it’s all they’ve ever wanted. Waking up together, cooking breakfast, teasing and cuddling and spending time with Morgan, when they get her for weekends (or more since Pepper’s responsibilities to SI have gone back to how they use to be).

After healing, most of his scars still pink and fresh, his new arm designed and built, Tony’s walking on eggshells because surely now Steve will leave, there’s no reason for him to stay since Tony’s back on his feet, has his working Iron Man prosthetic, so he’s just in this constant state of dread, waiting for Steve to announce he’s leaving, since Tony doesn’t need him anymore.

Because seriously, there’s nothing else keeping Steve there, because of course caring for Tony has surely dried up whatever feelings/attraction Steve might have carried for him.

While Steve is quietly freaking out because of course Tony’s about to kick him out since Steve’s no longer useful, so he announces he’s moving out, has Sam, Nat and Bucky over to help move him out. 

They’re both so miserable it’s not even funny, none of their friends can enjoy good naturedly ragging on them they’re both just so pitiful. Morgan hates not getting to see Uncle Steve when she gets to stay with her daddy, and she hates seeing her dad put on fake smiles, trying to reassure her everything’s okay. 

And they stay in this endless cycle for weeks, months, both putting on brave faces, acting like they’re doing okay. 

Eventually Rhodey, Bucky, Nat and Pepper hit a breaking point and come together to set them up on a blind date…together.

It’s trouble trying to get Steve to agree to it, but Bucky pulls out a promise from 1938 that no one understands but has Steve agreeing quickly. Pepper, Rhodey and Happy basically have to corral Tony into getting dressed, into the car and than the restaurant until Morgan, who over heard her Aunt Nat and Mommy talking about it, used the puppy eyes Uncle Steve taught her to use, and got Tony to agree to it.

Steve and Tony never talk about the date but they start seriously dating shortly after, so no one ever asks.

(Except the fact everyone does because anytime anyone mentions the date, Tony flushes red and Steve gets this angry, possessive look in his eyes, and everyone is SO CURIOUS ON WHAT HAPPENED!)

And, uh, I owe you some fluffier head canons cause this got.....a little more in depth and angstier than I was originally gonna go for. 

Want a Nixie Head Canon?

[thecsquirrel]

(I saw Brie's "dreamgirl" post on IG and had some thoughts.)

Listen, I'm old enough to know how Hollywood works and Marvel would be stupid to pass up two charismatic burgeoning superstars in Tessa and Brie on screen together. (Added bonus, the actors want it.)

Marvel has been dangling Queer rep just out of our reach for so long that this is getting ridiculous and downright homophobic at this point.

With that said, I really hope they do the right thing and give us the Lesbian/Bi rep that can be seen from space. Brie is basically begging for it and I don't think you're supposed to turn down the lead of a billion dollar franchise.

So, yes, for the record I am all for Captain Marvel x Valkyrie in love and saving the universe. I am here for it and will support it when it happens.

But...

Until Captain Pegasus (tm) ascends to the top of the mountain, let me bask in the glow of all the CarolxMaria/Danbeau/PilotWives/Ramvers goodness that exists.

And yes, as a highly melanated person my love for Maria Rambeau is super personal. It's the same way I feel about Okoye and Nakia and Shuri. I can't explain how it feels to look up at a screen and see someone that looks like you be the love interest, the smartest one in the room, the cutest, the prettiest, and especially the hero.

But I digress.

Needless to say, I'm going to light all my candles and pray that the writing gods at least respect the clear damn marriage of Carol and Maria in the next film and don't just write her off in some mysterious death. If I can't get domestic bliss Danvers-Rambeau family then let Maria be happy and alive offscreen instead of fridging her.

In the meantime, I raise my morning espresso to all the writers and artists and gif makers who are out here keeping me fed and full of Carol and Maria goodness. Keep it coming! (This is also a pep talk to myself to get to work on my WiPs!)

Let this adorable Lashana Lynch pic serve as an expression of my gratitude and excitement. Y'all are fantastic. 💜

Peace and soul grease. 🤙🏾

[cottontail20]

The Domestic Life Of The Vision And His Witch, Chapter 31: Happy Day

Summary: The day of the twins Birthday party arrives.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18461504/chapters/54915700

When the day of the twins' Birthday party arrived, Wanda and Vision were ready, with just a few last minute preparations to make before their loved ones arrived.

While Vision fed Tommy and Billy their breakfast, Wanda set about baking a cake. Classic chocolate of course, none of those fancy 'healthy' cakes you sometimes saw at kid's parties these days. It wasn't like she fed her kids chocolate cake everyday. In fact, Wanda mused as she mixed the cake batter, she'd never fed the twins cake at all. One very special treat today, on their Birthday, would not be a problem.

"Are you sure you don't need a hand with the cake?" Vision asked her, wiping a little bit of porridge from Billy's face.

"Multumiri, but I think I've got this for now Vizh" Wanda smiled at him. She loved her fiance', and after a lot of practice, he could now make a mean Paprikash, but she still didn't completely trust him in the Kitchen. "You can help me decorate it later though, you're foarte bun at anything like that."

"Alright" Vision smiled at her praise as he moved the boys to their playpen. Wanda had told him before that he had an artist's eye, and he supposed that skill could translate to cake decorating. "But is there anything else you need me to do now?"

"Hmm.." Wanda thought for a moment. "You could start setting up the snack table outside, if you like?"

"Of course" Vision moved into the kitchen and kissed Wanda's cheek, stepping around her to gather a few bowls, and the packs of chips and candies they had bought in preparation for the day. "I will be back soon."

After Vision had departed, Wanda finished mixing the cake batter, then poured it into a well-greased cake pan and placed it in the oven. Then, she went and knelt by the playpen, simply watching her babies play. Tommy was racing around, quite confident on his feet now, while Billy was making a pair of stuffed animals float. Once Billy had spotted Wanda, however, he abandoned his little game, crawling over to greet her.

"Mama!" He happily exclaimed.

Tommy, not one to give up a chance for attention, rushed over as well. His speech was not quite as far along as his brother's, but he managed.

"M..M.. Mama!"

"Buna, Cei mici" Wanda smiled, reaching over to ruffle their hair. "Happy Birthday."

"Happy Day" Billy giggled, clapping his hands, and Wanda laughed, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, it is a very happy day. You know, at about this time last year, Mama and Daddy had just given Auntie Shuri's very naughty pretend baby back to her, and then the next thing we knew, you two were on the way. It was probably the happiest day of Mama's life.."

"And Daddy's" said a voice from behind Wanda, as Vision returned from setting up the snack table and came to kneel beside her. For Vision, the birth of his sons had been confirmation of his place among humanity.

"I know" Wanda smiled, resting her head on Vision's shoulder. "I remember the look on your face, Vizh. So completely in love with them.."

"And their Mother, of course" Vision kissed the top of her head.

"Love Mama!" Billy cooed, remaining behind to intently listen to his parents, while Tommy, too full of energy to remain still for long, had taken off running around the playpen again. "Love Dada!"

"We love you too, Una pretioasa" Wanda smiled.

She couldn't believe her babies were One already, but it was a milestone she was very happy to celebrate. --

The Bartons, with Natasha in tow, arrived early to help finish setting everything up. Laura helped Wanda cook up some party pies and other party foods while Vision decorated the cake, Clint and the kids dealt with the balloons and other decorations, and Natasha watched over the twins.

By the time the other guests arrived, balloons were tied to many of the trees around the cottage, and the beautifully decorated cake formed a perfect centrepiece on the snack table.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Peter, proudly but shyly, was slowly introducing MJ as his girlfriend to everyone. MJ looked adorably awkward about the situation, and Wanda found herself flashing encouraging smiles in the girl's direction every so often.

Bucky was left a little puzzled as Cooper and Nate Barton gushed over the awesomeness of his metal arm, while Steve and Sam watched with amused expressions. --

Wanda and Vision lost track of Tommy and Billy a few times as the party went on, but while losing track of your babies was usually a cause for concern, there was no need to worry today. Everyone wanted their turn with the Birthday Boys, and Wanda knew they'd be safe whoever they were with. Tommy was last seen in a rare moment of relative calm, sitting in Bruce's lap, while Billy was somewhere being fussed over by Carol, Hope, and little Cassie Lang.

Both Vision and Wanda had kept an eye on Tony throughout the day. He'd mostly stuck close by Pepper, occasionally laying a protective hand over her growing baby bump. He had kept his promise on no over the top presents, gifting Tommy a few pairs of running shoes designed especially for him, and Billy a special set of Teddy Bears.

At least, they thought that was all he'd gotten them.. At least until he approached them later clutching a pair of official looking envelopes.

"Uh.. What's in those?" Wanda whispered to Vision, suspicious.

"I don't know.. Hello Sir.. Tony" Vision corrected himself, pasting on a smile. He still wasn't quite used to using Tony's name. "We're so glad you could make it Today.."

"Yeah, great little party you've got going" Tony smiled a not so innocent smile.

"What's in the envelopes, Tony?" Wanda frowned.

"Nothing gets past you, Little Witch" Tony chuckled, opening one of the envelopes. "I just need your signatures on a few papers, to make you the Trustees of.."

"Trustees?" Vision was confused. "Of what?"

"Let me finish. The Trust funds I've set up for your twins.." He handed Wanda some of the papers. "Should be enough for any college they want, maybe a car or a House deposit.."

Taking a moment to look through the papers, Wanda's eyes bugged out. So did Vision's, his strange irises spinning.

"Si.. Tony, this is far too much.."

"I don't think so" Tony cut him off, turning his attention more to Wanda. "See, once there was this girl and her twin brother whose lives got destroyed by a bomb with my name on it, and I know it's not my fault, and she doesn't blame me for it anymore, but it still happened.. I can't change that, but I can make sure her kids get a better start."

"Thank you, Tony.." It had taken a few moments for Wanda to find her voice. "This is very generous. You really didn't have to.."

"I know" Tony turned away before they could object any further. "Just sign those, okay?"

"We will." --

Shortly after that, someone decided that it was time for the cake. Wanda and Vision retrieved the twins, lighting a candle on the cake as all their loved ones gathered around to sing 'Happy Birthday!'.

"Make a wish, Baieti pretiosi" Wanda told the twins after the song was over, holding Tommy while Vision held Billy.

"But don't tell anyone about it, or it might not come true" Vision chuckled.

Wanda glanced at him, smiling softly, then kissed the top of Tommy's head. All her wishes had come true already.

Notes:

Translation:

Multumiri: Thank you

foarte bun: really good

Buna, Cei mici: Hello, little ones.

Baieti pretiosi: Precious boys.

[returnofahsoka]

Okay get ready!!! Top five atla episodes! Top five marvel characters! Top five fanfic tropes! Top five of your own OCs at the moment (I know that one is super mean, you don't have to chose between your babies if you don't want to!) Love you dearest sunshine 💛

aaahahah i love these sm thank you so much

top 5 atla episodes

the southern air temple (just bring on the angst and fuck me up)

the siege of the north pt. 2

the blind bandit

the firebending masters, because i LIVE for aang and zuko’s friendship

sozin’s comet pt. 1: local teens go to the beach 2 days before the end of the world afgfdkhjkjjdskg

top 5 marvel characters

thor

bruce banner

maybe rocket?

shuri!!!!!

loki

top 5 fanfic tropes

y’know my favourite’s hurt/comfort

accidental child/parent/sibling acquisition

domestic fluff

bed sharing (both romantic and platonic!)

idk how much this can be called a trope but if a character is singing in a fanfic (especially if they sing or hum quietly to comfort someone else) i’m sold. take everything i own and also my hand in marriage

top 5 ocs

talea, my baby

rin, of course because they are a matched set

xara holds a special place in my heart you know

neera. disaster angel, i miss her

oh. dee. i love dee so much