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Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)

Twenty-Three:

"Well, well, well. Look who took a shower."

At the sound of an exaggerated low whistle, Bucky turned to find none other than Sam Wilson. As though not a day had passed from the last time he had seen the man, Bucky teased, "If it isn't the man, the myth, the loser."

"Ha-fucking-ha," Sam narrowed his eyes, feigning offense. Bringing the brunet in for a hug, Sam claimed, "The only loser I see here is you."

"Ouch, I'm hurt," Bucky pulled back, theatrically holding his hand to his chest, "You wound me."

Laughing, Sam looked over Bucky, complimenting, "For real though, you're lookin' good. How've ya been?"

"I've been alright. Divorced, but I got three daughters out of it."

"No shit? I've got a daughter too," Sam smiled, reaching for his phone in his suit slacks pockets. Holding it up, he showed the screen to Bucky. "This is Sloane."

"She's so cute," Bucky smiled at the picture of the teenager and their pet dog. But he couldn't let his childhood friend get away that easily, "She must get it from her mother."

"She does," Sam and a woman agreed in unison as she joined the two men. She smiled politely at Bucky as she handed Sam a drink and the Black man introduced them, "Bucky, this is my better half, Dr. Monica Rambeau. Babe, this is James Barnes."

"Bucky's fine," the brunet smiled, taking her offered hand, "It's a pleasure to meet the woman to put up with him."

"Hey!" Sam objected.

"I've heard a lot about you."

"That doesn't sound promising," Bucky chuckled.

Monica smiled, "I'm sure he exaggerated greatly."

"I really didn't," Sam grinned.

All the things that Sam could've shared from their past ran through Bucky's mind. Whether they were good or bad or somewhere in between and outside, there were so many memories. Sure, it wasn't as many as with Steve nor with Nattie, but there were plenty. And Bucky truly had to have his head so far up his own ass to not realize how much he missed Sam until this very moment.

"Is it true that you built a miniature model arc reactor from scraps around your house? And it worked?"

Not expecting the question about his tenth grade science fair project, Bucky was taken aback. He was certain that she was going to ask him about some embarrassing story. Like how at the eighth grade award ceremony, he passed out on the stage and peed himself. Or when they were seventeen and Bucky got stuck in a baby swing at the park and the firemen had to come and cut him out of it. Or –

Shaking his head in hopes of shaking the embarrassing thoughts away, Bucky confirmed, "Yeah. I, uh, used whatever I could find at my family's auto shop. But it wasn't anything impressive."

"Don't downplay it," Monica ordered. Instead, she encouraged, "It's not every day that a high schooler can create a functional arc reactor out of recyclables."

"Maybe not," Bucky felt his cheeks getting hotter as he blushed. Deciding to get the focus off of himself, he was about to ask Monica about herself, but his mind completely blanked.

There, standing in the open doorway to the ballroom was everything that Bucky had ever wanted. Memories of past school dances ran through his mind, full of twinkling lights and colorful streamers. Steve Rogers was always gorgeous, but especially like this. Classic black suit and tie, fitted to perfection. God, it made Bucky's heart skip a beat seeing Steve standing there as though he was a dream come to life.

"...everything okay?" Bucky distantly heard Monica ask while her husband said, "Don't bother, he's gone–"

"Excuse me," Bucky distractedly interrupted, making his way to Steve before anything else could be said.

At first, Steve was searching the crowd of their former classmates. He stopped though when he spotted Bucky. The blond's eyes widened and his naturally white complexion started to pinken. Just as Bucky's gaze traveled the length of Steve's body, Steve's did the same with his. Bucky knew that he couldn't possibly look anywhere as good as Steve did, but that didn't stop the blond from looking at him like he did.

"Wow," Steve breathed once they were face-to-face. "Buck, you look incredible."

"Speak for yourself," Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out and touching Steve. "I think suits were created for you specifically."

"Oh-kay," Steve sarcastically agreed.

"Still can't take a compliment, I see," Bucky muttered.

Despite his blush, Steve narrowed his eyes and mocked, "'Still can't take a compliment, I see.'"

Of course, the blond's sass just made Bucky's smile grow. While it wasn't unusual for Bucky to find Steve's attitude annoying while growing up, he couldn't help but long for it now. It was Steve being Steve, after all. And that was something that he had missed out on for twenty-five goddamn years, no way was he going to spoil it. Instead, he held out his hand in an unspoken request for a dance.

"Oh no," Steve protested, waving his hands in front of himself as though he was trying to erase the gesture, "Not gonna happen."

"C'mon," Bucky pleaded, "Just one dance."

"I have zero rhythm," Steve scoffed, incredulous, "You should remember that, you're the one who tried to teach me!"

"I don't care," Bucky chuckled, taking a step forward.

Despite his objections, Steve didn't retreat. Even as he slipped his hand into Bucky's, however, he claimed, "You might not, but your toes will."

Leading Steve towards the dance floor, Bucky shrugged, teasing, "Give me a foot massage later. Problem solved!"

Steve didn't seem so sure. The blond worried the inside of his lower lip while his eyes darted around the room. Bucky noticed the familiar hesitancy. It had been similar to when he first taught Steve how to dance all those years ago. A lifetime ago, really. Just like when they were pre-teens Bucky gave Steve's hand a comforting squeeze and a reassuring smile.

"Just one dance?"

Bucky confirmed, "Just one dance."

Still chewing on his lower lip, Steve glanced around. His gaze landed off to the side of the room, "Perhaps we should get a drink first? To loosen up a bit?"

"Sure, Stevie," Bucky agreed, keeping his hold on Steve's hand as the pair headed over to the bar and got in the short line.

Nodding, Steve sheepishly admitted, "It might help with my nerves."

Brows furrowing, Bucky good-naturedly scoffed, "Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," Steve's voice cracked like a teenager's. Stubbornly arguing, "I never said anything about being nervous. My nerves are just... heightened."

"What's the difference?"

"Nervousness is a state of being." Steve shrugged, "Heightened nerves ride the precipice, so it could go either way."

Bucky bit back his grin as he accused, "You're so full of shit."

Chuckling, Steve half-heartedly agreed, "Maybe."

Stepping up to the bar, the pair ordered two vodka tonics. Before they could take their cocktails and go, a strong hand clapped onto each of their shoulders. Turning, the pair found their former classmate, Thor. The jolly blond ordered them each a shot and enthusiastically egged Steve and Bucky to do another round with him. Thor even roped in some of their other former classmates who were waiting to either order a drink or weren't quick enough to get away so they could drink them.

"What the hell," Bucky shrugged, taking the extra shot.

Steve pressed his lips together, fighting a smile before tapping his shot glass against Bucky's now-empty one and tossed it back like they were still those stupid teens at Brock Rumlow's house parties. Before Thor could get them another round, Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and pulled him towards the dance floor; all the while, the blond downed his vodka tonic on the way. Not wanting anything distracting him from getting his hands on Steve's impressive body, Bucky followed suit and quickly finished his cocktail as well.

Turning, Steve faced Bucky. It was awkward, at first, but it had been the same back when they were kids too. Bucky took a step forward, further entering Steve's space. The blond's cheeks were already turning rosy as he placed his hands on Bucky's waist. That was how Bucky had taught him, after all. Bucky didn't mind, he gladly ran his hands along Steve's broad shoulders.

The pair didn't move for a moment. Bucky looked at Steve expectantly which made the blond admit, "I don't think I should lead."

Playfully, Bucky rolled his eyes, and brought Steve closer to himself before getting them set to swaying to the music. Bucky took a step to the side and Steve took a step on his toes. The brunet winced, but mostly just to mess with Steve.

"That's not funny," Steve swatted at him before returning his hands to the brunet's trim waist.

"It's a little funny."

Steve simply shook his head, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his kissable lips. Speaking of those kissable lips...

Their swaying didn't stop even though their lips were busy mingling. Steve brought one of his hands up so he could cup Bucky's face while his hands slid to the back of his head, tangling in those soft blond locks. Neither of them cared about the alcohol that still lingered on their tongues. Neither of them cared about them stumbling into each other.

When the song changed to a faster, more upbeat one, Bucky pulled back from the kiss. They kept swaying and Bucky dazedly reminded, "Just one dance."

"One more won't hurt," Steve assured, pulling Bucky back in for another kiss.

Author's note copied from Love Blooms from September 30th, 2024: I know that I haven't been very active as of late. First, it was just writer's block. Then, I was adapting "A Place to Fall". But over the past few weeks my family has really been going through it. My mom's dad aka paw paw's health has been bad. He already had COPD, but he was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. They found one large mass in one of them and a smaller mass in the other. So, mom and I traveled from Michigan (where we live) to Arkansas (where he lives) and we stayed with him and my mom's younger brother for a little over a week. It was nice to visit and alleviated some of our worries, but my mind is elsewhere. But I'm trying to get back into the swing of things and writing has always helped me distract myself from the things in my life that I can't change. Anyway, if you want, you can keep up to date with my life on instagram. I hope you're all well wherever you are Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤❤❤

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Maneater Writing Challenge

(gif not mine, found of Pinterest)

Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight

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