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These two were slaying, Your Honor.

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In this fucking war, they died of hunger and thirst, they did not endure this suffering 🥺

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[laylaplease]

The sweet torture of getting your nipples sucked.

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, breast play, nipple play, dry humping, slight pain kink, praise, pet names (angel, sweet/good/perfect girl, love), piv, riding, brief crying. MDNI

"So soft. So beautiful everywhere…” Anakin’s hands travel up your waist, tugging you closer so your legs wrap more comfortably around his hips. Seated on his lap with your top bare, you allowed him to enjoy your body to his heart’s content.

His eyes admired the way your skin molds to the shape of his fingers, bending and curving to his touch, firm but gentle, as if you were made of porcelain. He wasn’t just sexual about touching you like this; to Anakin, seeing you in your vulnerability was just as emotionally rewarding as it was arousing. He had yet to acknowledge the bulge forming in his pants.

“My angel.” He praises you again, swallowing slowly to ease the mouthwatering.

He strokes up and down your sides, cupping your underbreasts and caressing the valley in between them. He was savoring the best for the least, the cherry on top, the cream of the cake, he would lick it clean when his hands were satisfied. For now, he just needed to touch you.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He glances deeply into your eyes, fingertips slowly rubbing the sides of your plush.

“Feels very good, Ani.” You reach out to caress his clothed arms, encouraging to touch you further. “It’s all for you.”

“That’s right.” His stare comes back down to your chest. “It’s all mine, sweet girl. Your whole body belongs to me. Your perfect body.”

He flicks his thumb over your hardening nipple to emphasize his words, earning a subtle squirm from you.

“There we go, that’s lovely too, mmm?” He coos in a more seductive voice, enjoying the way your core brushes against his with each little tremble you make. He leans to gently peck your cheek. “I know that pretty pussy is fluttering right now. Tell me it is.”

“It is…” You nod shyly, lowering your eyes to avoid his lustful gaze.

“C’mere,” He glides his hands around your hips, sneaking them under the waistband of your skirt to cup your upper glutes. “Don’t be shy now; rub it against me.” He guides you back and forth, slow motion making your covered clit brush against him.

You control that steady rhythm, fighting the urge to hump against him faster.

“That’s a good girl, keep going, slowly.” He kisses your pulse point, feeling your hastening heartbeat.

When he’s sure you’re doing well enough on your own, his hands come back to your front, groping your breasts with more determination now. Slowly rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, he watches you carefully to make sure you’re staying in line and not wriggling too much for his liking.

Anakin seems to be stuck in a trance, his hands busy kneading your soft tits, squeezing them with a little bit more force each time before easing it up again. You manage to pull out a silent moan out of him, not being entirely sure if it was because of your humping or because he just enjoyed toying with your breasts that much.

You knew he was rock hard under you; it was practically impossible not to feel it, especially when your panties were drenched. Seeing him be focused entirely on your chest, you decide to speed up the movement a bit.

"Slowly." He pinches your nipples, tugging on the tender skin slightly to make sure you listen. "Be good. This is not for you, it’s for me. Be grateful you get to sit on my cock at all.” He reminds you before resuming massaging your flesh.

He was right; it was for him. It would rarely ever lead to anything else than getting your nipples absolutely ravaged numb and your delicate tissue covered in bitemarks. He loved doing that. He loved your softness, the welcoming warmth that, in his opinion, fit perfectly in his palms.

“There we go. My sweet, soft angel.” He praises you again; your little disobedience already forgotten. How could he be mad when you feel so good in his hands?

“A-Ani…” A tiny whimper escapes your lips, friction becoming just a tiny bit too much, sending a little aching waves.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” He gently cups the bottom of your painful breast, raising it slightly.

Starting from your collarbone, he trails a line of soft kisses, sucking onto a few spots around your areola before laying a tender kiss on your nipple. Seeing your trembling cease, he licks all the way across it.

“Delicious.” He groans, his other hand teases your still-dry nipple, making sure to match the affection to the one that’s got the attention of his lips.

Your grinding gets irregular when his lips wrap around the very point of your breast, swirling his tongue around, covering you with his spit. When your skin becomes slippery enough, he sucks it in, slurping and digging his tongue right in the center, making you squirm just right on his dick.

Releasing your glazed peak, he quickly attaches his mouth to the other side, allowing the first to rest in his palm. He sucked on it vigorously, letting out an occasional gasp for air before latching onto you again. His hands are oblivious to your amplifying whimpers, he grabs onto your tits harder, pinching and twisting without remorse for your sore erogenous zones.

Anakin’s eyes were almost closed as he slurped around your sensitive spots, drool dripping down his chin and across your body. He was mesmerized by the taste of your skin, by the feeling and smell of it; if you were a dish, he would devour you completely. You were, however, too precious to be eaten, so he would satisfy his urges by biting into your supple flesh, barely stopping himself from breaking it.

“You’re crying,” He stops himself, parting his lips from your skin. “My love, why are you crying?” Voice laced with worry, he strokes your soaked tits, easing your sensitivity.

“I c-can’t—” You wipe the tears that you didn’t even notice yourself. “Feels too good…”

“Sweet girl…” He coos, cupping your cheek gently. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Pussy too wet?”

You move your head a yes, looking into his eyes with the mercy-asking stare that always makes his heart flutter.

Anakin reaches down to free himself from his pants, pulling out his painfully throbbing length, tip red from the friction, and oozing precum, asking to be licked clean. But that’s not what he’d request; he was going to use it to end your suffering.

“Hips up, love.” He pats your butt, making you obey in an instant. “There we go.”

He lines himself at your entrance, pulling your panties aside. You don’t need to be told to lower yourself down; you need to have him inside too desperately to not instantly sink all the way to the brim. Anakin chuckles at your eagerness, but the laugh is quickly cut off by a soft moan escaping his lips from the pleasure of your spongy walls wrapping around entirely.

“My perfect girl.” He adjusts his hips so you can sit there comfortably, ridding him to your own wishes while he's back to tormenting your tits. “Now you can take more, yeah? Just ride the pain away, be good, and let me enjoy your sweet body.’’

Licking his lips, Anakin starts sucking on your nipple again, tugging it with his teeth until it snaps back to you, pressing his tongue flat across your breast and spreading more saliva. The sensation of his lips on your fragile buds and girthy cock pulsing deeply inside your pussy was too pleasant not to begin slowly bouncing up and down, the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot instantly drowning out all the soreness. When the first loud moans of pleasure start leaving your lips, he’s greatly pleased.

“Just like that. Cum all over it, and I’ll suck your clit next.”

[sjsmith56]

Motivation

Summary: One shot. An intervention between a woman and her ex-boyfriend turns into a meet cute for Bucky. After agreeing to see each other again, he is dismayed when he finds out she’s been kidnapped.

Length: 4.2K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named but not described OFC, unnamed kidnappers, several Avengers.

Warnings: Some misogyny from ex-boyfriend, some violence causing injury.

Author’s notes: Avengers AU. Takes place after Bucky has been treated by Wakanda. Thanos never happened, Bucky and Tony made their peace and he was invited to join the Avengers. Despite the kidnapping this is a bit of a fluffy piece.

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“Don’t you walk away from me!”

The man ran after the woman, grabbing her by the elbow and yanking her to face him. She struggled to pull her arm out of his hand, but he squeezed her arm right at the elbow in such a way that it hurt to pull on it.

“Let go,” she demanded. “We’re done and I have nothing more to say to you.”

“No, we’re not done,” he answered. “You just don’t get to say we’re over.”

“Is there a problem here?”

They both turned to look at the tall dark-haired man. His frown was enough for the man to loosen his hold on the woman, allowing her to pull away from him. Whoever this man was didn’t matter, but his intervention was enough for her to make her point once more.

“The problem is that this guy is a total asshole,” she said. “He cheated on me several times and I finally told him we were done. Apparently, he thinks he deserves a second chance.”

“She meant nothing,” explained the man.

“Which she?” The woman glared at him. “There were more than one.”

“None of them,” he smirked.

The dark-haired man stepped in between them. “I think the lady has spoken.”

The other man sneered. “She’s no lady. She’s a fucking bitch.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” glowered the taller man.

He grasped the man with his left hand, making him wince in the iron-strong grip. Then he leaned towards him and whispered something in his ear, that made the man’s eyes widen and his face appeared startled. Releasing him, the dark-haired man stepped back and glared at the other, as if waiting for him to do something.

“I’m sorry I called you that,” her ex-boyfriend mumbled. “I, uh, won’t bother you anymore.”

Turning around he walked away, holding the arm that had been released. He never looked back. The stranger turned to the woman, noticing she was rubbing her elbow.

“Are you hurt?”

She looked at it and shook her head. “No, not really. Thank you.”

He smiled, and the way it lit up his face made her feel warm inside. “No problem. I don’t like bullies.” With a nod, he resumed his path, then suddenly turned back towards her. “Are you free at the moment? Maybe we can have a coffee and take a few moments to enjoy each other’s company.”

It was her turn to smile, and she joined him. “I’d like that. I’m Grace.”

“Bucky.”

A block away was a coffee shop. Bucky opened the door for her, then waited in line until she made her choice, pulling his bank card out to pay. When Grace protested, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, watching her with an amused smile on his face until she gave up. Sitting at a corner table, she pretended to be angry at him.

“I asked you for coffee, so I should pay,” said Bucky. “It’s only right.”

“But I don’t know you,” she answered, sitting across from him.

“True, but they know me here.” He looked up as the barista brought their coffees. “Tim, can you tell Grace here that I’m a good guy?”

“Never saw you before in my life,” grinned the man, then he relented. “Bucky is a man of honour.” He tilted his head as if realizing something. “She doesn’t recognize you. This is Bucky Barnes, one of the Avengers. He really is a good guy.”

With a smile, Bucky returned his attention to Grace, finding her staring at him in a combination of embarrassment and dismay.

“You must think I’m an idiot,” she said. “I thought you looked familiar but like maybe I saw you on the train a few times, or something.”

“I don’t mind. It’s kind of nice to know that you didn’t run away from me when you found out. I’ve had that happen.”

“Seriously?” He nodded, then sipped his coffee. “That would be rude.”

He smiled again and she found herself appreciating the crinkling at the edges of his eyes. He was so much more handsome in person than he appeared on TV or in the newspapers. A sound outside distracted him for a moment, and she watched as he narrowed his eyes at a pair of men yelling at each other. The one man flipped the bird at the other before stalking away. Satisfied that he didn’t need to intervene Bucky turned his attention back to her.

“Sorry, enhanced hearing means I could hear everything that happened. If they came to blows I would have stepped in.”

“You’re that type of guy, aren’t you?” she asked, then seeing the puzzled expression on his face clarified. “I mean, you’re a peacemaker.” Bucky shrugged. “Yes, you are. I know about your past and everything but that wasn’t you. The guy that chased Jeff away and watched to make sure two strangers didn’t start fighting on the street, that’s you … a peacemaker.”

“I guess.” He sipped his coffee again and was quiet. “Makes me sound like a guy that can’t mind his own business.” He shrugged again. “I do watch people but I’m not a voyeur.” Her smile made him stop. “I’m digging myself a bigger hole, aren’t I?”

With a grin, she nodded, then drank from her cup. “On behalf of those who needed a peacemaker at some point in their lives, I thank you for your service.”

They both laughed, then talked of many things, not noticing how the outside light changed from late afternoon to early evening, until Tim appeared at their table.

“Are you going to order more coffee or a sandwich or something? We’re getting ready to close up.”

Bucky looked at his watch and gasped. They had been there for over three hours. He looked at Grace who shook her head.

“No, I guess we’re done. Sorry, Tim, we lost track of time.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He took their mugs and Bucky stood up, pulling Grace’s chair out, then opened the door for her as they stepped outside into the humid evening. Running his gloved hand through his hair he gazed down at her, then smiled when she took his hand and tugged him in one direction. He switched sides when he noticed she was on the outside of the sidewalk, explaining a gentleman should always be closer to the traffic than the lady. When they got to the subway stop, she stopped and looked at the sign.

“This is where I have to catch my train.”

“Yeah, I gathered.” Bucky gazed at her. “May I see you again?”

“I’d like that. Do you have your phone?”

He unlocked it, handed it to her, and watched as she entered her phone number in it, then pressed dial before handing it back. She pulled her ringing phone out of her purse, answered it, then saved his number under the name Peacemaker, making him smile. Someone bumped into them, and Bucky pulled her aside, then placed his hand on her upper arm, lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. It was definitely nice; in fact, it was more than nice.

As Grace descended down the stairs to the darkness of the underground subway system, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking what it would be like to see Bucky Barnes on a regular basis. Placing her transit pass on the sensor she went through the gate and waited on the platform for her train. There were no seats, so she resigned herself to standing. As the train accelerated out of the station, she pulled her phone out and checked her emails and messages. She didn’t notice the two men at opposite ends of the train car who watched her.

Bucky took his time as he walked back towards Avengers Tower, feeling pretty mellow after spending the last few hours getting lost in conversation with Grace. She was nice, very nice, and their meeting, even though it started out because of his tendency to intervene in disputes, certainly evolved into what some of his fellow Avengers would call a “meet cute.” He shook his head with amusement as he walked into the Tower, waving at the security guards on the main floor. Inside the elevator he looked out over the city as the car sped its way up to the residential floors. When the doors opened, he was met with a little reception committee.

“Who is she?” Natasha was certainly blunt with her question.

“Who is who?” He didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to play her game.

“The girl who kept you in a coffee shop for three hours,” replied Sam, holding his phone up with a picture of Bucky and Grace on someone’s social media post.

“I just met her,” he answered, already irritated at them. “What, you didn’t think I could meet someone without help? I intervened when her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t leave her alone. We went for coffee, and we had a good time.”

“Just like the old days,” said Steve, who grinned at his friend. “Leave him alone. You are seeing her again, right?”

“Yes, I am. I have her number and everything.” His phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket. “In fact, that’s probably a message from her.”

Opening the message, he began to read, then his face became dark, then outright angry.

“What is it?” Steve asked, knowing this was serious.

Bucky handed him the phone. There was a picture of Grace tied up in a chair, looking terrified.

Soldat, if you wish to see your girlfriend again you will come alone to Fort Tilden in Queens. No cars. Take the 2 train to Flatbush Avenue-Brooklyn College; then transfer to the Q35 bus and get off at the first stop after crossing the Gil Hodges Bridge. Leave your phone behind. We have people watching you so we will know if you try to bring help.

“Looks like someone else was watching,” said Steve. “What’s your play?”

“Do as they say,” replied Bucky. “She’s an innocent, Steve. If they hurt her ….”

“They won’t. We can track you through your arm, but we’ll stay here. That way, if they ask you, it will be the truth. Weapons?”

“Knives,” said Bucky. “I have some that don’t show up on a metal scanner.” He shrugged. “For times when I need to get past metal detectors.”

After texting back that he would comply Bucky left his phone with Steve, then changed into something more suitable for a fight. Heading out into the evening he took the 2 train, getting off where he was told, then transferred to the Q35 bus. Along the way he studied his surroundings, easily picking out the people observing him. It was dark when the bus crossed the Gil Hodges Bridge, and he pulled the cord to get off. Following the signs directing him to Fort Tilden he stayed on the service roads, remembering from his own youth that the grounds around it were covered in poison ivy. The thought that Grace may have been forced to walk through that made him angry for a moment, then he forced himself to stay on task. As he approached the graffiti covered casemate an armed man, visible in the moonlight, appeared at the top, pointing the gun at him.

“Keep going towards the opening,” he said. “You’ll be directed further.”

With a deep breath Bucky stepped under the large semi-circular overhang into the tunnel below. It was pitch black inside, but he could hear the whine of night vision goggles, indicating he wasn’t alone. He stopped and waited.

“Kneel,” said a voice behind him, as he heard another electrical charge, that of a stun baton, start up in front of him.

Doing as he was told, he waited as someone pulled his arms together behind him and clasped a large metal restraint on. The slight beep of a portable metal detector indicated they were checking him for weapons, and he felt the metal knives in his jacket and leg holster being slid out. The detector gave no indication of the knives he had hidden in his boots.

“Stand. Walk.���

He got himself back up and began to walk, feeling the poke of a weapon in his back. They came out of the tunnel and turned on the path towards a building, dimly lit inside. Pushed through a door, he noticed the tearful eyes of Grace, sitting tied up in a chair, and smiled at her, trying to convey that she would be okay. She couldn’t verbally respond as she was gagged but she nodded her head slightly. Bucky looked at the masked man who stood near her.

“Let her go,” he said. “She has nothing to do with any of this.”

“I don’t think so,” replied the man. “Who knew something so simple like a damsel in distress would bring the Soldat to heel. I think we’ll keep her to keep you in line.”

“That’s a bad decision and you know it.” Bucky focused his stare on the man. “The moment your back is turned I’ll take you down. You know I can hurt all of you without breaking a sweat, the four that watched me on the way here, the one on top, the two in tunnel and the three you have in the rafters. I’m sure you have half a dozen more but it’s no big deal for me to deal with them.”

“Even you aren’t fast enough to keep us from hurting the girl,” smirked the man, raising a hand. A laser guided pointer settled on Grace’s shoulder. “I’ll shoot her everywhere that hurts without killing her until you comply, Soldat.”

“I’m not him anymore. I’m James “Bucky” Barnes and nothing you do will bring the Soldier back.”

“We’ll see. Draco.”

A big man descended down the stairs of the building, pulling his jacket off as he did. Then he walked towards Grace. He said something to her in a language that Bucky obviously understood because he launched himself at the big man, knocking him over onto his back then straddled him with his legs, trapping the man’s arms with his thighs in a grip like a vice. Even with Bucky’s arms restrained behind him the big man never had a chance to get up as the super soldier used his forehead as a battering ram against the man’s face until the masked man fired a handgun into the air to stop Bucky.

“I’ve proved my point,” he said, calmly. “The Soldat is still there, just waiting for the right motivation to appear.” He waved to the other two of his men. “Get off of Draco and stand where you were.”

The other two men came down the stairs, their guns slung over their shoulders. They grabbed the injured Draco under his arms and dragged him away to the side, one of them tending to him as the other stood with his gun at the ready. Bucky waited patiently, then he heard the sound he had been expecting, a quinjet in stealth mode. It was still some distance away, so he spoke to drown out the sound as it came closer.

“So, Draco spoke Romanian,” he stated. “Last I heard HYDRA didn’t have any cells there.”

“Your intelligence gathering is flawed,” replied the masked man. “We have cells in many places. He’s not a believer, just a hired gun, although I think his best days are behind him. You, on the other hand, are still in top form.”

“I’ve been spending a lot of time destroying HYDRA cells in many places,” answered Bucky. “Their best days are also behind them. Now, they’re a sad bunch of losers who think they’re so smart about avoiding detection. Really, they just aren’t that important in the state of things. They usually manage to draw attention on themselves, and we let local law enforcement deal with them.”

“Silence!” The masked man was angry. “I was high up in my organization! I went on many missions of importance while managing to avoid capture. I have you, don’t I?”

Bucky smirked. “Yeah, you have me. Had to lure me here, and let poor Draco get the crap beaten out of him. You’re nothing. I bet you were a porter, or perhaps an IT technician. You guys think nothing moves without you.”

This time the masked man pointed his gun directly at Grace’s chest, so Bucky stopped talking but he heard some whispered words in his ear, and knew he wasn’t alone.

“Sergeant Barnes, as soon as I break you out of the restraints you see to the young lady. We’ll take care of the rest.”

He acknowledged Vision’s whisper with a slight nod of his head then all hell broke lose as the metal restraining his arms fell onto the dirty floor of the abandoned building and a small army dropped from the rafters to deal with the others. Sheltering Grace with his body, Bucky held her tightly. Within moments, it was over, and he pulled the gag out of her mouth, and used one of the knives out of his boot to cut through the ropes that held her to the chair.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he said, as he checked her over for any injuries.

She looked at him in surprise then began to cry and he kissed her on the forehead before holding her close again. Standing up, he swept her into his arms and stood with his head bent close to her as the other Avengers approached, all of them looking at Grace with concern. Slowly, she calmed down then lifted her head from where it was pressed into Bucky’s chest.

“You okay, now? I’m going to put you down. I think my friends want to meet you.”

She sniffed then nodded but held tightly onto Bucky as he lowered her until she had her footing. Then he kept an arm around her as she peered at the kidnappers who were all unmasked and sitting with their hands behind their heads.

“We got them all, including the ones who were watching you on the train and bus,” said Steve, handing Bucky some wet wipes to clean the blood off of his face. “Vision made sure they were taken care of first, then Wanda took care of the lookouts. Medics are on their way to deal with the Draco fellow. What did he say that got you riled up?”

Bucky shook his head. It had been vile and disgusting and he truly didn’t want to repeat it in front of Grace.”

“Everyone, this is Grace. I don’t even know your last name, yet.”

“Morrison,” she murmured. “You all came to rescue me?”

“Yeah. Bucky had point like he always does, but we weren’t far behind,” replied Steve. “Did they hurt you, Miss Morrison? Sam? Maybe you can give her a quick look?”

Sam looked at Bucky first, who nodded, and he folded his wings. “I was a para-rescue in the Air Force,” he explained to Grace. “Kind of an advanced paramedic. Let me just quickly check you out.”

He offered her his hand and took her over to where the lighting was better, checking her eyes, and asking her questions. Soon, he had her smiling, then he looked back at the others and gave them a thumbs-up. Bucky and Steve went over to the masked man whose mask was now off. He looked at them defiantly from where he sat on the floor and Bucky kneeled down to stare at him, then shook his head in disgust.

“You were an assistant custodian,” he said. “Weren’t even allowed anywhere near me whenever I was being processed. Who are the others?”

“Top level operatives.” The man’s tone was boasting.

“A couple of cheap mercenaries, probably desperate for work, and some wanna-be types,” said Natasha, coming over with her phone in her hand. “Found the ad he placed on a dark web job board. The plan was to get you and offer you to the highest bidder. He even had your ad ready to post.” She whistled. “$20 million was his beginning price. I think he was hoping for a big payday.”

She whipped a knife out and kneeled down to his level, placing it dangerously close to his crotch.

“Where’s Grace’s phone?”

He reached for his jacket, then suffered the indignity of Black Widow restraining him as she reached inside, pulling it out, then shaking her head as she showed the others.

“He broke the screen. Naughty boy. I should finish the job just for that.”

“I’ll give her one of the newest Stark phones,” said Tony, stomping inside. “Am I late to the party? Took me a little longer to get here from Washington.”

Natasha laughed then stood up. “Yeah, you’re late. You can spring for dinner though. What do you say everyone? Pizza? Chinese? Greek?”

“All of the above,” smiled Tony. “Least I can do for Bucky’s girlfriend.”

“Just met her Tony,” stated Bucky. “Not sure she’ll want to see me again after being kidnapped right after we said goodbye.”

Grace came over with Sam. “I don’t know, it was kind of exciting see you come in to save me,” she said. “After what Draco said I was really impressed. I had a Romanian grandmother. I understood what he wanted to do to me.”

“Nice,” smiled Sam. “What other languages do you know? How do you call someone an asshole in Romanian?”

Bucky gently took Grace’s arm and pulled her away from Sam, while giving him the finger. He towered over Grace, gently pushing a loose strand of hair over her ear. Suddenly, they were alone as everyone else drifted away to give them some privacy.

“What do you say? Do you want to come back to the Tower for some food? I can drive you back to your place after, or you can stay over. There’s lots of room for overnight guests.”

“I am hungry,” she admitted. “They grabbed me as I came off the subway before I got home. I can decide later whether to go home or stay over.”

“Well, at least the ride back will be nicer than the bus or the train,” he said, leading her outside as a squad from SHIELD arrived to take the kidnappers into custody.

The others were out there and began to file into the quinjet, while Sam and Tony rose into the air to return under their own power. Wide-eyed, Grace went up the ramp with Bucky, sitting where he indicated and watching him with a smile as he made sure she was securely belted in. He sat next to her, and they both had a happy look on their faces when their hands slowly inched closer until they intertwined their fingers.

When they arrived at the Tower, Tony offered Grace some clothing to change into, since hers were quite dirty from being manhandled and tied up in the abandoned building. Bucky showed her to his apartment, leaving while she had a quick shower. The clothes, some SHIELD workout wear, fit reasonably well and she came out to find Bucky waiting in the hallway. Taking her hand, he walked a few feet then stopped and pulled her into an alcove.

“They’re going to tease me because before I was the Winter Soldier I was quite the ladies’ man but since I was deprogrammed, I’ve become less sure about myself. I have a lot of baggage.”

“I’m not the best judge of character,” Grace admitted. “Case in point, Jeff, but I never once felt awkward or uneasy around you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re one of the most incredible men I’ve ever met. The way you took out Draco without even the use of your arms was magnificent.” Her eyes met his, full of admiration. “What he said about finding the right motivation to bring the Winter Soldier out was so wrong. Instead, he brought out someone noble who defended my honour, even though you barely know me. I can see us getting along very well, James “Bucky” Barnes, baggage or no baggage.”

She placed her hand on his cheek and drew him down to her, kissing him ever so softly. Looking at his gloved hand, she took it in hers, then looked up at him, asking permission with her eyes. He nodded and she pulled the glove off, carefully examining the black and gold metal hand attached to the prosthetic arm that replaced the HYDRA version shot off by Tony in Siberia. Deliberately, she put her hand in it, and tugged him a little as they walked to the common area. After staying overnight, Grace only went back to her place once, to gather all of her things and bring them back to the Tower, staying in a guest room. A week later, she moved into Bucky’s apartment and the rest might be a story for another time.

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☁️Ride The Cyclone: Love Languages and general x reader headcanons☁️

🍎Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg📚

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Physical touch

Okay, so she does get onto you if you don’t have your assignments in on time, but she will help you with any homework you may have.

Her hand literally has to be on you at all times, either holding yours, playing with your hair, or having your face in her palms, she just loves being able to hold you.

She will never stop begging suggesting you to join the chamber choir. At first she wanted you to be in it to add more skills to your college resume, but eventually figured out that she really wanted you there because she just always wants to be near you…

🎥Noel Gruber🇫🇷

Giving: Words of affirmations

Receiving: Words of affirmations

Poems? Poems. You have at least two boxes filled to the brim with poems and songs this boy has wrote about you.

Your date nights are actually top tier, he isn’t the most romantic boy in town for no reason. Home cooked meals, jazz in the background, candles on every surface, he goes all out on every date for you.

Every time you guys have movie night, trust that he will be bringing the most obscure foreign films for you both to watch.

🎤Mischa Bachinski📱

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmations

He definitely has your name in his contacts saved as like, “Darling”,”Baby”, and any other Ukrainian nickname he can think of.

He actually gets surprisingly shy when asking you to do stuff with him, like holding hands, so you have to initiate most contact.

If you don’t speak Ukrainian, he finds it kind of funny to just start randomly speaking in Ukrainian mid-sentence to see your confusion.

🪐Ricky Potts🐈

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

You will have a Zolarian OC, no ifs or buts about it.

If you let him, he will be more than happy to just ramble in ASL for as long as he can and he loves to listen to your ramblings as well. He loves to learn and listen to your passions!

His cats absolutely adore you, even ones that are bit more wary of people other than the Potts seem to warm up to you quickly. This does mean that you will have cat hair all over you when you leave their house though- (Hopefully you aren’t also allergic…)

🧸Jane Doe🌀

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical Touch

Hand holding. (That’s it, that’s the headcanon)

Do you like trinkets? Cause girl will give you trinkets, you will have so many pretty rocks that she’s found on the side of the road and bird feathers that she’s found in the yard. Anything that reminds her of you (so basically everything-) will be in your hands at the end of the day.

Her favorite dates are the ones where you just sit around, no talking or doing anything in particular, just chilling and enjoying each other’s company.

🧁Constance Blackwood☕️

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

She kind of stalls when letting you meet her parents…, but after realizing how well you got along with them, she regrets waiting for so long.

Constance is the best cuddler in the world, she’s so soft and will always ask before touching you. Also she brings snacks, so you guys won’t have to get up later.

Please, reassure her that whatever she decides to do with her life is fine!! :( She gets so stressed out about it.

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A/N - I have been trying to repress my love for Ride The Cyclone for far too long, and the demons finally got me… 🥲

[venturelovebot]

Fluffcember Day Seven: Condensed Breath

A/N: Prompt list is by @fluff-cember! Written in headcanon format. We are already one whole week through December! That blows my mind. Time moves so much faster during the holidays! Anyway, please enjoy! Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated but not necessary!

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

🎄 "Are you warm enough?" They nuzzle up to you, interlocking their arm with yours.

🕊️ Your breath condenses on every exhale, but the clothing you wore kept the heat relatively close to your body, so you were fine for now.

🪽 You nod in reply.

⛄️ "Okay, if you get too cold just tell me and we'll turn back." They offer.

❄️ The sun has all but disappeared from the sky and leaves a dark void in its disappearance.

☕️ The brighter stars are visible, but everything else is blotted out by the beautiful array of christmas lights surrounding you on all sides.

🍪 The park had set up their annual lights festival just last week, and you both finally made time to go and see it.

🎁 The two of you begin your slow walk through the festival on the sidewalk sheeted with salt.

💫 There's so much to take in all at once: reindeer families, christmas trees, snowmen, an uncountable number of Santa's and elves alongside plenty of North Pole signs.

🔔 There was plenty more, too. That was just the tip of the iceberg.

🎄 You had no particular scene that you were rushing to see.

🕊️ The two of you simply take your time to see all that was offered.

🪽 "I think the reindeer families are cute." You mention to them.

⛄️ "Mhm. Not as cute as you, though." They smile.

❄️ "Stop!" You playfully reject their compliment, feeling shyness creep onto your expression.

☕️ Or maybe that was frost.

🍪 You couldn't tell.

🎁 Still, the two of you continue forward in your slow journey to the end of the park.

💫 You watch as puffs of air leave your mouth and get whisked away in the frigid winter air.

🔔 In the back of your mind, a flashback of when you were a child pops up.

🎄 "I'm a dragon!" You exhale as hard as you can, pretending the condensation was smoke and that your breath was fire.

🕊️ Things were much simplistic back then.

🪽 Although tonight, things were equally as calm and peaceful. A warmth stirs inside your chest as you're gently pulled back into the present.

⛄️ Before the two of you was a fantastic tunnel of lights– decorated like a snow scene with dangling snowflakes and icicles flashing a warm white.

❄️ Families, friends and couples alike walk past you in unhurried paces. It takes a minute to let it all sink in before you're ready to resume your walk.

☕️ Their arm carefully moves from interlocking with yours to wrapping around your waist, pulling you close and offering a little more warmth you didn't realize you were craving.

🍪 "It's beautiful." You state in awe. It's all you can manage to say.

🎁 They nestle into you briefly. They're happy you're enjoying yourself.

💫 "Oh, look!" They point out something ahead.

🔔 It's a vender selling warm drinks at the end of the tunnel.

🎄 The stall is decorated in a variety of snowflakes, candy canes and wreaths to catch the eyes of everyone who walks by.

🕊️ People stop to buy hot chocolate before continuing on their way.

🪽"Do you want some?" You look up at them.

⛄️ "Do you?" They look back at you.

❄️ "Well... it does sound nice!" You mention. "Plus there's a heater set up nearby. Let's go warm up."

☕️ The two of you aren't in line for very long. Warmth seeps through the opening in the lid, beckoning you to drink the liquid inside.

🍪 The hot cocoa combined with the heat of the radiator are enough to make you start sweating– and for exactly once in your life are you happy about it.

🎁 The two of you sip your drinks in a comfortable silence as conversations carry on around you.

💫 Not even brisk breezes of frosty wind are enough to break the warmth in your heart.

🔔 It seeps deep down into your soul, nestling there. Their arm once more wraps around your waist and pulls you in for affection. You lean your head on their shoulder and relax into their touch.

🎄 Once more you find yourself watching your heated breath puff and disappear. Yours mingles with theirs. It's a cute sight to see.

🕊️ "Ready to go?" Their lips press briefly to your forehead. "We're only halfway through!"

🪽 You softly let out of a sigh.

⛄️ Not of disappointment or discontent, though.

❄️ "Okay." You stand up, their arm doesn't leave your side.

☕️ The rest of the night is a little bit of a blur. It's not that you can't remember it, it's more like you were focused on other things.

🍪 Memories. Heartfelt feelings. All the things that make life worthwhile.

🎁 You do remember them pointing out the christmas light mistletoe, though.

💫 They wrapped both arms around you and pull you in for a quick kiss. A child looks at the two of you and is enamored by your storybook affection for one another.

🔔 But the best part of it was the sensation of their breath on yours, being whisked away into the midnight air, carried away into the darkness of the night.

🎄 You were both anything but cold.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Currently… 🦇

Reading 📖 Gigi, Listening, an ARC by Chantel Guertin (thank you Net Galley). Also working on my review for Not That Kind of Ever After.

Drinking ☕️ Death Wish Coffee (which you can try here) with almond milk, topped with my cinnamon bats (BNBCreative Co on Etsy).

Eating 🍯 The chai cookies I made this weekend (DM me for the recipe, your house will smell amazing for it).

Listening 🎧 To my release radar on Spotify, which is disappointing this week (can anyone rec a new artist?).

Watching 📺 Rewatching BBC Doctor Who with my girlfriend (nearly caught up now), watching 911 Lone Star solo.

Doing ✍️ Polishing my resume and writing a cover letter for every and any Penguin Random House opportunity that's relevant to my editorial or marketing skill set.

🦇 Alright book bats, babes, and dragons, it's your turn! Tell me what you're currently up to in the comments below. From the moment I joined the Bookblr community, I've met a number of inviting, kindhearted readers willing to open their lives a little to the fellow bookdragons around them. Getting to know one another is one of the greatest parts of joining this community. I'd love to learn more about you! - Jazelle 💜

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

This week will be slightly appreviated. I’m in California for a funeral.

It’s 4:50AM here and I really need the juice. ☕️

Inessential

The internet’s town square should never have been one specific website with its own specific rules and incentives. It should have been, and should be, the web itself.

The open web is still the best web and weblogs play a big role in making the web better. When I post to my blog it generates an RSS and JSON Feed so you can point your feed reader of chioce to it and get updated when my blog changes. It’s nice in that way because it’s completely decentralized.

Mastodon also works that way. It’s a collection of different servers participating as a collective. I can follow folks from many different servers around the world and it just works.

I see my weblog as the central hub of communication and use Mastodon and other social networks as a means of broadcasting posts to a wider audience.

To subscribe to my Mastodon account all you have to do is point your favorite feed reader to my Mastodon account with a .rss extension appended and you get an RSS feed! How awesome is that?

Here’s what it looks like: https://curmudgeon.cafe/@fahrni.rss

Jalopnik

Formula 1 drivers are truly athletes at the top of their game. As such, they all follow strict diets, have nutritionists on hand to monitor what they’re eating and make sure that they’re only consuming things that keep them in tip top shape over a race weekend. For Alfa Romeo driver Valtteri Bottas, this includes coffee. Lots of coffee.

I got into F1 a little bit while watch Drive to Survive on Netflix. If you haven’t seen it I’d recommed giving it a try. It’s fascinating.

While I’m in California I’ll probably visit Exeter Coffee Company and Dutch Brothers.

It’s nice to see others with an extreme coffee addiction. 😀

Robert Reich

What worries me most about Trump’s dinner last week at Mar-a-Lago with Nick Fuentes, the outspoken antisemite and racist who is one of America’s most prominent young white supremacists, and Kanye West, whose recent antisemitic outbursts have rocked the entertainment world, isn’t just that a former (and possibly future) president would dine with such avowed bigots.

The GOP is not even trying to hide their antisemitic and racist ways. It’s seriously pathetic and signaling to every other garbage human it’s ok to openly talk about and act on their hate.

Jesse Skinner

I signed up for Mastodon back in May 2019 and, at the time, I wrote on there: “I just heard about Mastodon a few days ago. I keep spelling it Mastadon. It’s a really cool platform and architecture, and I would love to see it completely replace Twitter one day. Do you think it could?”

I also spelled it Mastadon at first, whoops.

As far as replacing Twitter, I think it will for me as a place to collect, perhaps as a public square. 😀

MacRumors

Tapbots, the company behind the popular Tweetbot app designed for Twitter, is working on developing a new app called Ivory that integrates with the Mastodon social network.

I’ve been using Ivory for a while and it’s absolutely gorgeous and works the way you’d expect it to work.

Mastodon has turned into an iOS App playground and I’m loving it.

chaos.social

The past month has changed the Fediverse, and, by extension, our instance. We’ve continued as normal (apart from limiting sign-ups) to give ourselves time to figure out which changes were only temporary, what seems to be changed for good, and how to react. A month seems ample time, and here we are with a set of changes in how chaos.social will work in the future.

Folks thought Mastodon would be the wild west, without good and proper moderation, but many instances take things very seriously and are making changes as needed to make their instance a better place. The chaos.social instance is one such example.

Jason Kottke

Hey everyone. Tomorrow, after almost 7 months of a sabbatical break, I’m resuming regular publication of kottke.org. (Actually, I’ve been posting a bit here and there this week already — underpromise & over-deliver, etc.) I’m going to share more about what I’ve been up to (and what I’ve not been up to) in a massive forthcoming post, but for now, know that I’m happy to be back here in the saddle once again. (And that my fiddle leaf fig is doing well!)

Welcome back, Jason! Jason has been a mainstay of my web consumption for well over 10-years, most likely since 2001-2002 timeframe when I got into blogs and blogging.

WillowTree

Charlottesville, Va. – December 1, 2022 – Piedmont Virginia Community College (PVCC) will launch a new Associate of Applied Science Degree Program (AAS) in Technical Studies-Software Development, co-created with WillowTree, in the 2023 spring semester which starts January 9. The two-year degree program will provide high school graduates and those seeking to advance in or change careers with the digital and data skills needed to fill current and emerging jobs in software development.

I thought I’d humblebrag a bit. I was honored to be part of the group who helped define this new program at PVCC. The working group was full of wonderful WillowTree folks and I think we wound up with a great program.

Since I don’t have a degree of any type I’ve been thinking about signing up for this program.

Thank you PVCC!

Why does software need so many people and take so long compared to the recent past? Let's compare! 🧵 cc @realGeorgeHotz

— Peter Yared (@peteryared) November 26, 2022

Ahh, the life of the modern developer. 🤣