#steve: yay 🥰

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie: Why looking so sad, big boy?

Steve, sighing: It's just so hard to find an alpha who’s willing to get me pregnant these days :(

Eddie, an alpha who had disguised as a beta for years: …

Eddie: Listen, this might be a total surprise but I can actually re-present right now—

[mentalmeles]

Hiiii sweet meles!! 💗💕 I would be very interested to know your take on question 1 and 17 of the ask game you just reblogged, for Stucky 👀 And I hope you'll feel a little better veey soon, darling! Sending hugs and your favourite cookies your way 🍪 🫶🏼🩷

Hi, Minnie!! 💕

1. Who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond?

I feel like Bucky would definitely be the one to ask if Steve would still love him if he was a worm. He 100% asks as a joke at first, but when Steve answers with, “I’d love you no matter what form you took, Buck. You’re the light of my life!” with so much fucking love and sincerity, Bucky just starts crying kfhdhd

17. Their child is chanting “McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!”, who says they have food at home, joins the chant, or buys a single black coffee and leaves?

Steve definitely tries to be the one to tell their little one that they have food at home. But when their baby whips out their puppy dog eyes, he becomes utterly helpless to resist the call. …But then Bucky buys a single black coffee and leaves LMAO

Although!! I do think Bucky would more often than not join their child’s chanting, much to Steve’s dismay. It depends on his mood and how well behaved their baby has been uwu

Thank you for the ask and well wishes, Minnie! It means a lot 🥹💕

[bunniebarnes]

sweetest secret

pairing: avenger!teammate!dad’scoworker!Bucky x femStark!reader

summary: where Bucky Barnes falls for Tony Stark’s daughter, and she falls too. 💞

content warnings: mentions of father’s death, slight grieving, implications of sexual activity. other than that, all fluff because we love sweet, soft Bucky. <3

a/n: FIRST FIC, YAY!!! no but, tbh, this is a terrible blurb i couldn’t stop writing while creating for a cai bot, so it became too long and decided to post it here 🥰 bear with me, i’m still getting the hang of this.

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You’d always had a thing for your dad’s coworker.

It started when you were fourteen. He was the new addition to the team—quiet, brooding, always lurking in the corners with eyes that had seen too much. You knew he was older. Much older.

But that didn’t stop the flutter in your chest whenever he spoke near you, his voice low and gravelly, like a secret only you got to hear.

Bucky Barnes had that effect on people. But on you? It was different.

At first, it was silly—just a teenage crush. The way you’d stammer around him, the way your pulse would quicken if he so much as looked at you.

He always smiled softly, amused but kind, never crossing a line. Never inappropriate. He kept his distance, respectfully so.

But when you turned eighteen, everything shifted.

The tension you’d always felt became something more. Something magnetic. Something electric.

You noticed it in the way he would clench his jaw when you walked by in your training gear, how his eyes would flick to your lips when you talked, how his metal hand would twitch slightly, like it ached to touch you but knew it shouldn’t.

You noticed, too, how he was always near. Always watching. Always protecting. His hand would hover near the small of your back in crowded hallways.

He’d position himself beside you on missions. He’d wait until you were safely in your quarters before going to his. It was subtle, but it was Bucky—and subtle for him meant volumes.

And then your father died.

Everything changed again. You broke.

But Bucky? He was there. Not as a soldier. Not as your dad’s teammate. As himself. He sat beside you at the funeral. Held your trembling hands through sleepless nights. Whispered comforting words when the grief clawed at your chest.

He never pushed, never asked for anything. Just stayed. One night, after hours of crying in his arms, you felt his lips barely graze your hairline. Not lustful. Just… aching.

Something bloomed in you then—trust, maybe. Or love. Maybe both.

You started spending nights in his room when the loneliness got too loud.

At first, you’d fall asleep in his bed, his hand smoothing over your hair, his chest warm against your back. But eventually, things changed again.

One night, you kissed him. He kissed you back. And that night, for the first time, he let you see the softness in him—the man beneath the weapon.

You gave yourself to him, and he gave himself to you. It was desperate and tender all at once, like the two of you had been waiting years for that moment. And maybe you had.

From then on, those nights became frequent. Needed. Secret.

No one could know.

Not Tony’s daughter and the ex-Winter Soldier. The man who had murdered your grandparents. Not the Avengers who were left, not the Thunderbolts, not the public. The headlines would write themselves.

The betrayal. The scandal.

So you kept it hidden. Your stolen kisses. His fingers tracing lazy circles on your back in the dark.

The way he whispered “baby” into your neck like it was a prayer. The way you loved him more with every breath.

Because he wasn’t just your dad’s coworker anymore.

He wasn’t just Steve’s best friend.

He wasn’t just The Winter Soldier.

He was your Bucky.

And in a world full of chaos, secrets, and haunted pasts—you had each other.

And that was enough.

Always.

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One night, long after the world was asleep, you lay tangled in his sheets, your head on his chest, fingers trailing slow shapes over the metal lines of his arm.

He broke the silence first, voice husky and low. “You ever think about the future?”

You looked up at him, heart doing that fluttering thing it always did when he spoke like this—unguarded. “All the time.”

His thumb brushed over your bare shoulder. “I mean… us. What this is.”

He paused, then added, “What it could be, if we ever stopped hiding.”

You blinked slowly, letting the words settle. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to not worry about who’s watching. To kiss you in front of the others and not care what they think.”

His smile was small but aching. “They’d tear us apart, you know. Not just the team. The world. I’m not… the guy people want for you.”

You reached up, touching his jaw with gentle fingers. “But you’re my guy.”

He exhaled shakily, like your words were both healing and dangerous. “God, I want a life with you. I want mornings with you in my arms. I want to take you out and not look over my shoulder. I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up knowing I can keep you forever.”

You swallowed hard. “Then let’s want it. Even if we can’t have it yet. Even if the world doesn’t get it.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re not afraid?”

“Terrified,” you whispered. “But I love you more than I’m scared.”

And he kissed you then—slow, deep, reverent. Like he was promising you a forever, even if the world wasn’t ready for it yet.

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a/n: okay, this is not my favorite thing but it’ll do because i have been wanting to post a blurb here, so enjoy, i guess 🥹 reblogs & comments are very much appreciated 🤍

[jobean12-blog]

Lovestruck

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Little do you know, after being in the wrong place at the wrong time- that you've gotten yourself on the radar of some very bad men. Thankfully, you now have the protection of one very good man (and Steve, also good) but when Javi first lays eyes on you he knows he wants so much more than just to protect you.

Author's Note: Again, I apologize for deleting this post a second time. The tags are just not cooperating. I really hope things work this time! Thank you again to those who gave me notes, hope you can enjoy again! No reason for more Javi other than I can't seem to get over him and I don't want to so yay! He's been on my mind extra lately. Wishing you all a very happy New Year filled with love, health and happiness! Thank you for all the support and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of tension and flirting, some soft sweetness too, Javi is forward but not in a bad way, he saves the day in more ways than one and might be in a little over his head (which he's not used to), fingering, smut (unprotected p in v- but just for fanfic folks lol)

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

“Keep staring like that and you’re gonna blow our cover man.”

Steve’s comment goes unnoticed as Javi continues to do just that. Stare.

You’re standing against the bar, drink in hand and talking with your friend, unaware of the pair of dark chocolate eyes glued to you.

“Hey,” Steve says again.

Javi tears his eyes away from you and pins Steve with a glare.

“What?”

Steve gives him an exasperated look. “You’re not supposed to fuck her. Just protect her.”

Javi grunts before finishing off his drink, his eyes sliding back to you as you saunter over to the juke box.

He’s been watching you for days now, his infatuation only growing the more he learns the little nuances of your body and the brightness of your smile. Barely conscious of his feet moving and Steve’s disgruntled objections, he starts toward you, unsure of his intention but at this point, unable to stop himself.

You shuffle through the songs on the screen, chewing your lip with indecision. His teeth sink into his own bottom lip in response, wishing it were yours. As he gets closer, your startled gaze flies up to meet his.

Lightning rockets through his system. If he thought you were beautiful in the photos and from across the room, it’s nothing compared to what he sees standing in front of him now.

He takes a step closer. Talking to women is like second nature to him, yet he finds himself stranded in silence, second-guessing everything that pops into his head.

And if he doesn’t speak soon, his closeness will begin to alarm you. Exactly the opposite of what he should be doing.

“I can’t let you do that,” he blurts out.

“Can’t let me do what, exactly?” you retort, turning to face him with a raised brow.

Your voice slides like silk across his skin and it takes him a minute to recapture his train of thought. He tilts his head toward the song on the screen of the juke box.

“Not that song.”

You smirk. “Elaborate.”

“Everyone picks that song. Aren’t you tired of it?”

You peek up at him, a laugh flirting around the edges of your mouth.

“Do you have a better suggestion?”

“Of course,” he replies. He tries not to stare at your lips. “I like to dance so for me, something like…”

He leans in and starts to scroll through the song list, his warmth and scent sweeping over you in a magnetic wave.

He stops on a song you don’t recognize but when it begins to play the beat is lively and makes you want to move.

Your eyes meet his once more, humor lurking in their depths. “I like it.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod and with a sultry smile over your shoulder you head back toward the bar and your friend, an extra sway to your hips that matches the music.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Steve says when Javi returns with a smug grin. “You could blow our cover.”

“How?” Javi asks before he motions for the bartender.

“I’m surprised you let a woman get to you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Are you just going to answer all my questions with more questions?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth lifts with his last string of words and he waits as Javi just looks at him blankly.

When the song ends Javi turns his attention back to you and he finds you watching him. Without a second thought he walks over.

He smiles at your friend then asks you, “what did you think?”  

“I liked it,” you tell him. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“I should definitely play another one then. And you should dance with me.”

He catches your sharp intake of breath and realizes you might be waiting for a significant other. He feels a sharp jolt of jealousy that surprises him.

“Are you here with someone?” he asks.

Your brow quirks at his growled-out question, but you answer anyway.

“Just my friend here,” and you motion to Samantha.

Relief washes over his expression.

“So why not dance with me?”

“I’m here to spend time with Sam,” you explain, even though you can tell she wants you to go dance with him.

“She can hang out with Steve,” Javi says, throwing a thumb over his shoulder in Steve’s direction. “He’s loads of fun.”

“He’s cute,” Sam chimes in, giving Steve a little wave.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Javi says, earning a chuckle from both you and Sam.

“So, is that a yes?”

You look incredulous. “No. The only thing I know about you is that you like to dance.”

“What would you like to know about me?” he shoots back as he leans against the bar, looking more than comfortable.

“Nothing. I’m not dancing with you. In fact, how do I know you’re not some creep trying to abduct me.”

At your unintentionally keen words Javi gives up the battle with a smile. “I’ll get you dancing sweetheart.”

“We’ll see about that…”

“Javi,” he finishes and holds out his hand. “Javier Peña”

You hesitate a moment but then hold out your hand and give him your name-even though he already knows it.

“Pleasure,” he croons as he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

Warmth tingles up your arm and down your spine, rendering you speechless for a moment. Samantha pulls you from your stupor when she nudges you in the side.

“Enjoy your night ladies,” he says but not before looking you straight in the eye and adding, “I’ll be seeing you again.”

When Javi is back at Steve’s side he sighs.

“What happened? She tell you to fuck off?”

Javi practically rolls his eyes. “Not exactly.”

“Well, hope you didn’t freak her out too much because we have a job to do.”

As the night goes on you catch Javi looking your way more than once and you find it hard not to look back. He doesn’t approach you again though and the disappointment you feel is unexpected.

By eleven pm Sam is ready to go so you say goodbye and go to use the restroom before heading out. The night air is damp with impending rain, and you jog quickly to your car, hopping in and setting your bag down on the seat.

You put the key in the ignition and turn it. Nothing happens. No lights. No sound. Nothing.

“SHIT!” you shout and hit the steering wheel. Is it your battery? A faulty starter?

You’re just about to dial Sam when you hear a light rap at your window. You jump but quickly see that it’s Javi and let out a relieved breath.

You press the button to roll down the window.

“Problem?” he asks with a sideways smile.

“My car won’t start,” you sigh.

His lips turn downward. “Shit.”

“That’s what I said.”

“I can try to jump it if you want,” Javi offers.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Javi pulls his car up close and starts to fiddle around in the trunk for the cables. Once he has everything ready you meet him by the hood.

“How come you were out here anyway?” you ask, watching as his long fingers make easy work of the clamps and wires.

“Just a feeling,” he says nonchalantly.

After following his directions and trying to start your car again you realize it must be more than the battery and let out a string of curses.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Javi says. “I’ll give you a ride home and you can deal with in the daylight.”

“I can just call Samantha.”

“You can, but it’s after midnight,” Javi says, looking at his watch. “I’m already here.”

You study him. His strong jaw, the dark hair that falls boyishly over his forehead, and the way the open collar of his shirt frames his long neck, the tempting hint of collarbone peeking out just enough to make you want to kiss it.

“Ok,” you say without further thought.

He opens your door and helps you out then waits for you to lock it before he opens the passenger door to his car.

“What about Steve?” you ask suddenly.

“Steve?” Javi repeats. “Oh, yeah. He’s fine. Has his own car.”

When he pulls up to your building he frowns when you don’t wait for him to open your door. You ride up the elevator in silence, the atmosphere between you feels charged.

You’d been more than willing to go up to your apartment yourself, but Javi insisted on walking you.

So, when the elevator opens you breeze out and past him, taking quick steps to your door.

“This is me,” you say without turning around.

You unlock the door and open it, stepping inside and setting your bag down. When you turn, Javi is filling the doorway, one hand on his hip and the other casually resting above his head on the frame like he owns the place.

“I don’t live far. If you need anything…” He holds out a card, his name and number printed on it under the Police Department symbol.

“You’re a cop? You could have told me this earlier. I would have been less worried about you murdering me.”

“DEA agent,” he corrects. “And that was never my intention.”

Your eyes meet and you feel a frisson of heat at the intensity there.

“Well, thank you for the ride.”

“Anytime sweetheart. I’ll see you around.”

He throws you a wink and pushes away from the doorframe, his long legs taking him easily down the hall before he rounds the corner and disappears.

The next morning you drag yourself out of bed and get ready to go about your day. Your thoughts are mostly occupied by Javi, and you’re almost done with your coffee before your brain registers the rest of the night and how your car failed to start.

“Shit,” you grit out. “Ughhhh.”

You think about calling Javi and asking him to take you back to the bar to get your car but then you think it might be asking too much after what he did last night. Instead, you call Sam, who is happy to come get you.

Your car is just where you left it and so is an unmarked cop car, parked right next to yours.

Javi steps out into the sunshine, a sleek pair of aviators perched on his nose and a smile on his face.

“There you are sunshine. I was wondering when you’d be back to get your car.”

He walks close and nods a greeting to Samantha.

You stand there like a fish out of water, your mouth hanging open in shock.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask.

He shrugs with a devious grin. “Working.”

“The bar is closed.”

Ignoring your comment he continues with, “you have someone to fix this?”

“You mean like a mechanic?”

“Yeah sweetheart.”

“I was just going to call the closest shop.”

He shakes his head, clearly not liking your idea. “I got a guy. Come on.”                 

Samantha leaves you with Javi and he takes you to the shop, helping you settle everything and getting you a good price.

“I hope it doesn’t take too long to fix,” you sigh. “But thank you for helping me out.”

“Anytime gorgeous…now how about that dance?”

“You’re still hung up on that?”

He raises his brows with a tilt of his head, his smile devious.

“Fine, but how am I getting back to the bar tonight. No car. Remember.”

“I’ll pick you up. Seven.”

With that he pulls up to your place and practically jumps out of the car before it stops, rushing around the hood to get your door before you can open it.

You step out and he reaches over you to shut it, trapping you against the car.

“Thanks again,” you whisper as you lean into him.

He dips his head, but you can’t see his eyes, so you reach up to pull the sunglasses off his face. He smiles, lifting his eyes from your mouth to meet your gaze.

You hang them on his shirt, the collar open like it always seems to be, and smooth your hand down his chest. He watches you intently, one hand sliding off the car to settle on your waist. He tugs you forward, lining your body up with his using his other hand to cup your cheek and brush a calloused thumb across your soft skin.

“I told you sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Anytime.”

With one final glance at your lips he slowly moves away and you’re thankful for the strong metal of the car at your back, keeping you upright.

With a steadying breath you peel yourself away and head toward your building, looking over your shoulder to find him leaning against the car, long legs crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed along his chest.

His glasses are still hanging from his shirt, and his hair is slightly messy from the breeze. Your eyes linger and he smiles, pointing his long finger in your direction when he says, “you’re mine tonight.”

The knock at your door makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Be right there,” you shout.

You open the door and his hot gaze sweeps over you from head to toe.

“Hi Javi…”

Before the words are completely out of your mouth, he has you spun around and backed against the wall.

“Did you get all dressed up for me sweetheart?”

Biting your lip, you nod, loving the way your answer makes his eyelids lower; his breath quicken.

He dips his head and runs his nose along your neck with a deep inhale, then places a soft kiss just under your ear. His lips move across your cheek and stop just above your mouth.

“Ready to dance?”

Your knees nearly buckle underneath you, but his weight keeps you upright and you manage a nod.

The bar is crowded but you and Javi find yourself an open space at the bar and order drinks. He stays close. A hand always at your back or on your waist and when he sits on the stool, placing his feet on the bottom bar, he pulls you between his spread legs.

Your hands land on his thighs and you dig your nails in.

He growls into your ear and smooths his hand up your spine, grabbing the back of your neck to drag your face closer.

Right when you think he’s going to kiss you, he stands and pulls you toward the juke box, scrolling through the songs until he finds the one he wants. He presses play and holds his hand out.

You place your fingers in his palm, and he closes his hand around yours. With an ease that steals your breath he tucks you against him as the music starts, slow and sultry. The way he moves his hips so sensually borders on inappropriate, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Instead, you lose yourself in the way he moves and the way he feels. It’s the best kind of foreplay and when the song ends you cling to him, wishing the music could go on forever.

You tuck your head against his chest, but he presses two fingers under your chin, lifting your face to his. He’s grinning, and the way it exaggerates the lines around his eyes and softens the angles of his face makes a flutter erupt in your stomach.

A haze of electricity settles around you and you’re unable to look away. His eyes drop to your mouth and his warm breath fans your cheek as he bends, brushing his lips lightly across yours.

His moustache is soft but still tickles your skin and you want nothing more than to feel it along every inch of your body. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, and you whisper his name just before your lips meet.

But then his mouth is gone, and a rush of cool air fills the space between your bodies.

“Steve,” you say with confusion.

Steve stands next to you with a tight grip on Javi’s arm.

“We have to go. Now,” Steve says.

“Javi?” Your stomach is fluttering for a whole different reason now, nervousness and fear taking over.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” he says, wrapping you up in his arms. “I need you to go home. Right now.”

“But…” you start, clinging to him.

“Please,” he begs. “Just trust me. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”

“I don’t have a car,” you sputter out.

“Here,” he says and reaches into his back pocket to retrieve his keys before dropping them into your hand. “Right home ok?”

“Ok,” you say while nodding your head vigorously. “But I don’t understand…”

“I know,” he says, grabbing your face with his hands. “I promise I’ll explain later.”

He stares at you, clearly torn between wanting to kiss you and having to leave. You make the decision for him and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering long enough that when you pull away his eyes are still closed.

“Be careful,” you whisper.

“You too,” he says before jogging off with Steve, but not without looking back one last time.

Back at your apartment you wait and pace the floor. There isn’t much more you can do and it’s driving you nuts.

By the time you hear the knock on your door it’s past midnight and you’ve fallen asleep on the couch. You wake with a start and stand on shaky legs. Thankfully, you have enough sense to check the peephole before opening the door.

On the other side stands Javi. His leather jacket hangs open and his hair is messy and hanging loosely in front of his forehead. He looks tired but otherwise ok.

“It’s me sweetheart,” he says quietly.

Your door flies open, and you throw yourself at him. He catches you and lets out a huffed laugh that quickly dies off when you slide down his body and move back, a clear invitation.

 His eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your dress is rumpled and sitting high on your hips, exposing the soft skin of your legs. With an audible swallow he takes a step inside, and you shut the door with a definitive slam.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

You can’t blink away from his steady gaze and your blood seems to vibrate. After a calming breath you point to the couch.

“I want to know what’s going on.”

He moves past you and takes your hand in his, tugging you toward the couch before he sits. You stand at the edge, waiting.

His head drops and he presses the palm of his hand to his forehead.

“I…you already know I’m a DEA agent.”

You nod.

“And Steve and I work together…we’ve been trying to bust this drug trafficking group for a while now and somehow you got on their list…”

“List?” you repeat, feeling your palms sweat.

He stands again and takes a tentative step closer.

“Yeah, wrong place wrong time type of thing and it got you on their radar. We got tipped off from one of our informants and Steve and I were put in place for protection.”

“So, all the flirting, the dancing…you’re only here because you’re protecting me? Not because…”

He holds up a hand to stop you.

“No sweetheart,” he says. “Well, I mean yes initially that’s all it was but then I saw you and like a dick couldn’t stay away and…I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

He looks up at you with pleading brown eyes.

“Actually, that’s a lie. I wanted to take you home from the moment I first saw you and it took everything in me not to.”

You can see he’s starting to ramble, and you soften at the way he seems desperate to make you understand.

“I promise this has nothing to do with work…I want to be here…”

“Javi.”

“And you’re safe. I promise that too. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Javi.”

He opens his mouth to speak again but you press a firm finger to his lips. He goes silent and with your gentle push falls to the couch again.

Slowly, you climb over him, settling in his lap on top of his thighs. He stares at you, eyes shadowed, and adjusts his posture to set two large hands on your waist, warm and strong.

You lean in but he meets you halfway, crashing his lips to yours. His mouth is soft but commanding and he tilts his head, coming at you better somehow, and deeper, his lips parting, one hand wrapping around your hip to pull you flush against him, the other sliding up your neck, cupping your face.

You’re undone by the way his breath shakes against your lips and the quiet groans he strangles down when you sweep your tongue across his.

You roll your hips against him, but instead of bringing relief it only makes you wilder. His mouth chases your kiss, swallowing the sound you make when he rocks up, the thick line of his cock pressing exactly where you need him.

His hand roams up your back, around your ribs, cupping your breast while the other drags you down again, pinning you to his body. You’re rewarded with another groan, and another when you grind against him.

He doesn’t stop you as you reach for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders before going for his shirt, one by one undoing the buttons until you feel the warmth of his skin along your palms.

His mouth is on your neck, his fingers curling around the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder and lower, until your bra goes with it, and you’re bare to his mouth. He sucks and kisses and your fingers find purchase in his soft hair, pulling and tugging when he continues and his lips close around your nipple in a delicate bite.

With soft grunts into your skin, he encourages you to pull harder, moving with the gesture to where you want him. Rough and desperate hands sneak under your dress to slide your panties down.

“Sweetheart?” he asks into your neck, and you nod, because frankly, he has permission to do whatever he wants.

Long fingers wrap imposingly around your thighs and his palm slides back up, teasingly slow, his kiss still rough, and then his fingertips graze over you, slippery and hot for him. His mouth goes soft and overcome against yours before he pulls away a fraction, watching your face as he fucks you with one finger, and then two, achingly slow.

And you stare at his mouth, the way it shapes the groaned curses and then tilts upward in a smug grin when he presses a thumb to your clit, and you let out a low moan.

Under your impatient fingers, his pants are soon loose and down his hips and you slide yourself over him, coating him and teasing you both until you’re a fevered mess, kisses sloppy and biting, the head of him pressing into you.

It’s a slow, perfect torture. His focus is on your expression and the sounds you’re making. But then it goes from careful to starving the second he’s all the way inside you. His grip on you is bruising, the sharp, rhythmic gasps he makes making you feel out of control.

He stares down between your bodies, slowing to watch, moving to touch you, his thumb stroking.

“That’s it gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You want to hold back, make it last forever, but it’s too good. The pleasure hits you in a wave, his name falling from your parted lips and your body clenching around him until he captures your mouth and finishes with a lewd groan, slowing and holding you against his chest.

Your face falls to his sweaty neck and your fingers curl around his open shirt. After catching your breath, he gently brings your face to his, pressing his lips softly to the corner of your mouth and then running the pad of his thumb across your lower lip.

He lifts you off him, reaching for the tissues on the side table and helping you clean up. His actions are careful and gentle and once you’re settled he takes the blanket off the couch and drapes it over you before he wraps you in his arms and lays down.

You tuck yourself closer and kiss his neck.

“Javi?” you whisper.

“Yeah sunshine.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, kissing your cheek.

His lips tease along your jaw and you shift to give him better access, feeling his cock stir against your stomach. When his mouth reaches your ear he tugs on the soft flesh, running a hand along the curve of your spine to pull you closer and whisper, “I didn’t even get to use my tongue on you. I hate not knowing how you taste.”

Your little gasp makes him smile and his kisses continue.

“But lucky for me,” he murmurs with a brush of his lips, “we have all night.”

[kayhi808]

Was Abby excited for her Papa’s Bertday?… 🥰

A puff of morning breath is what wakes Bucky up this lovely morning, "Papa? Is you wakes?" Abby waits a couple seconds but in a loud whisper, "Is you done sleeps? I'm done sleeps." She lays her head down beside him on his pillow.

He peeks open one eye to see Abby's big eyes staring at him, "Abby??"

A big smile spreads across her face, "You wakes! Yay!" She climbs up on the bed with Pu'a her pig, sticking it in Bucky's face, "Happy Bertday, Papa!"

"Awww...thanks, Abigail." Trying to avoid the stuffed pig, he picks her up and rolls her across him so she's beside him as little spoon. "This is a good morning, thank you." Bucky notices you aren't in bed. "Where's your Mama?"

"She making 'prise breakfast for you."

"Oh yeah? What's she making?"

Not caring one bit that she's ruined your surprise, " Um...egg pockets."

"Egg pockets?"

Sitting up, "You never had egg pockets?? It so yums! Mama cook eggs flat," slapping her hands together, "den she puts in all the things inside." She mimics sprinkling. "an den she folds and closes the pocket."

"You mean an omelet?"

"I says EGG POCKET," frowning at him. Listen. Stop correcting me. Bucky laughs and scoops her closer. "Papa, you knows what?"

"Nope, what?"

"Ims 4," holding up 4 fingers. "How old is you?"

"108."

"What?!" Rolling over to face him, staring at her fingers, "How many fingers is dat? Shows me."

"Abby Baby, it'll take up too many finger AND toes."

"Like all of mines?" She wiggles her hands and toes in the air.

"I'd need mine, yours, Mama's, Uncle Steve's, Natasha & Sam's fingers."

Looking at him incredulously, "You yie! Nobody dat olds."

"Uncle Steve is 107; one year younger than me."

Grabbing his face between her palms, "You's a very old mans." She gives him a pitying look, "Does Mama know you so old?"

Bucky frowns at Abby & rolls out of bed on his way to find you. Abby jumps off the bed & chases after Bucky. When she catches up to him, she holds his arm with one hand and placed the other at the small of his back. "I helps you. Mama!!"

You look up after plating your breakfast. You were going to surprise Bucky with breakfast in bed, but here he comes with the grumpiest frown on his face. Not the look you were hoping for to celebrate his birthday. Abigail, leading him like he's injured. "What happened?"

"Mama, Papa is wike, super olds. He needs me to help him." She pats his arm, "I gots you, okays? I'ms here, Papa. It ok."

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. "How old is he?"

That earns you a glare from Bucky. Abby tries to ease him down at the dining table & then starts wiggling her fingers & kicking her feet crazily, "Wike, dis many."

"Wow! No kidding."

"You never knows? He didn't tells you?'

Bringing Bucky's egg pockets to the table, "I knew, but I love him anyways." You press a kiss to his temple. "Don't you still love him?"

"Of course! He's my Papa Bear!" She smiles up adoringly at Bucky & he can't help but smile back. "I loves you big much!" Abby climbs into her chair, "I hope you loves me big much too, cos I mades a special bertday present for you. Uncle Steve helps me even. It 'prise. I can't tell you 'til tonight. I really hopes you like it."

@waywardhunter95 @rebeccapineapple @ordelixx @onceithough @thezombieprostitute @ilovetaquitosmmmm @julvrs @unaxv @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @winterslove1917 @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 @mrsnikstan @hisredheadedgoddess28 @itsteambarnes @otterlycanadian @purplecolordeer @buckitostan @littleredwolf @mcucatlady @silas-aeiou @hzdhrtss @florie1 @thecubanator2 @enchantedbarnes @selella @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @cjand10 @pancake-05 @ozwriterchick @crazyunsexycool @baw1066 @nommingonfood @jvanilly

[shoujo-wizard]

Steve & Robin have managed to worked together in the same place so often & consistently tht whenever they need a new job Robin takes on the task of getting them the interview for the new job & Steve never asks questions beyond the address & what he should say he's able to do, I imagine it goes something like this

Robin: I got us a new job

Steve: okay💖 yay 🥰

[otpcutie]

WIP Warrior

This is my first time playing this, yay!

Every vote = I'll add 200 words to the corresponding fic🥰 There's a bit of a mix here, mostly new WIPs with a few older ones / ongoing series' as well.

[shiroboom]

DOODLE DUMP YAY🥰💕

Lucky chloe does that shigure ui dance 😭❤️

(i wish i could make this into an animation bro)

Mr. Silver Devil 😈

He will commit a crime 🥰

NOT THAT CRIME KAZUYA-

Steve and the boys ✌️

My attempt for Tekken 1 Kazuya lmaooooo

Last one, old work i made for my friend Joseph for his YouTube channel !

Kazuya is the type of fighting game player who uses d-pad lmao

[hbyrde36]

🏕 Midsummer Nights please!

Yay! I'm so pumped for another productive weekend 🥰

From Midsummer Nights (Ch 4):

“I bet he misses you too.” Eddie bent to retrieve a backpack off the floor, dumping its contents on top of his bed. Out of a pile of notebooks, colored pencils, CDs, and a Discman that looked to be held together with nothing more than duct tape and a prayer, he plucked a small framed photo, passing it to Steve.

Make me write!

[jinsouled]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

Ok yay 💗

Marshmallow - misamo

One & only - gowon loona

The spell of mathematics - deftones

Just a stranger - kali uchis/steve lacy

Impurities - lesserafim

Thank u sm for the ask 🥰 ill @ ppl directly instead of copy pasting just bc its easier lol

@mainfaggot @mosfetransgender @jihyolesbian @2undial @28reas0ns @sapphirewlw @pclungs @myukuw @baybmetal @mobiused and any other moots, only if u want ofc!!

[vegasol]

🛼🛼🛼

PLEASE this sounds amazing

YAY ❤️

Have this, in which Eddie is santa's gay little helper, luring Robin into the world of roller derby 🥰

Robin knows Steve is right. It’s the only thing that would make sense. Besides, Eddie had given her the flyer after he’d caught her looking at the LGBT club’s poster. He must have done that on purpose, right? To help her? Robin doesn’t know what Eddie’s whole deal is. They had never really interacted much outside of band, but she’d always had a feeling about him, the way he carried himself and the way his gaze seemed to linger on certain guys, that he was in at least one way more similar to Robin than what his hardcore metalhead looks gave away.

[jobean12-blog]

Do you feel like playing a little match game? 😊 Match season to a babe! Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter with:

vampire!Bucky

Javier Peña

mafia!Steve

Nick Fowler

EEEEEEE EVA! Loveeeee this! Yay! How fun! Thanks a bunch for sending this to me🥰❤️Hope your weekend was lovely and your week has started off great! Lots of love and all the hugs❤️

Vampire!Bucky- Autumn (the change from the warmth and brightness of summer to the cooler, darker (but with hints of those bright colors) fall and the smells and vibes just scream Vampire to me!)

Javier Peña- Summer (pink shirts and sweaty hair and hot Javi just being gorgeous on the beach with his sunnies and little shorts!)

Mafia!Steve- Winter (cold, crisp and stark on the outside but for you he’s warm, safe and cozy, just the right balance of power and perfection)

Nick Fowler-Spring (sweet getaways to Greece and Paris to see the flowers and eat the most delicious foods with fresh fruits and quiet, early mornings on the balcony enjoying the breeze)

I love them all and want my year to be a rotation of this please!

Ugh where are they!🫠🫠🫠

[steviestits]

More of 💋👠🍼 ! Fabulous so far!! 🥰😘

Yay! Thank you so much! I'm just glad people are enjoying them as much as I'm enjoying writing them!

Fix it fic where bimbo Steve is revived

Steve remembered how he’d wanted a softer brown for his highlights but the hairdresser left it for too long, making him into a blond. The hairdresser had offered to dye it back. He didn’t let her though as a small part of him had liked.

Bimbo Boot Camp

“What do camps mean?” his dad asked, pointing to the form. “It’s the type of bimbo you want Steve to be. There’s trophy wife, fuck toy, cow, furniture, sex worker, and pet camps.”

Warning! NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+!

Babysitter Bimbo

It was well over an hour before Steve gave up on trying to make himself cum and removed his fingers from his pussy. The program was still going as he could still hear the tones and feel the buzzing that made him hornier and hornier for cock. Drool began to drip from the corner of Steve’s mouth as this continued since his mind had given fully into its instincts to allow his omega side to merge with his human side.

Make Me Write

[ladykailitha]

Yay! WIP Wednesday!!! May I request one of each? 🥺🙏If not, definitely Boy with a Bat! 🫶🥰

If you send in asks for the other two, I'd be happy to do them. It's easier to reply to a request per ask!

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!

Other asks here, here.

I know, I know the poll is still ongoing until tomorrow but there is no way that it's going be anything other than Steve coming out to Robin in the bathroom that he's dating Eddie. Not with the lead it has and less than 24 hours to go.

Snippet

The arguing was starting to mess with Steve’s head. In that he meant it was going to give him a migraine and then he was going to murder them. Particularly since he didn’t have his medication with him.

“Shut up!” he huffed. “I don’t care about Tina or Uncle Jack’s party, mmk?” He cocked his head forward for emphasis. “Look if we don’t find a way out of here, there wouldn’t be any parties or shit, because we’d all be dead. No one is looking for us, because they don’t know where we are.”

Erica popped her hip and placed her hand on it. “Maybe no one is looking for you. But my parents are absolutely looking for me.”

Steve covered his face with his hands. “Not what I meant! I mean no one is going to look for a secret Russian base under the mall because that’s fucking insane!”

[lees-laughter-lab]

Hello!!

2, 10 and 15 for the asks game, please

Thank you!!! 😊🩵

YAY! First one!!!! Thank you!!!!!!

If you could wipe your memory and re-experience something, what would you choose to experience again?(This could be for re-watching a movie, re-playing a game, or re-living an actual event that happened in your life.)

I was able to preform in Disney land as a singer and musician. I would give anything to re-experience that moment. 🎤

If you could ask someone any question and they had to answer truthfully, what question would you ask and who would you ask? (This someone can be a historical figure, a person that's alive right now, or even fictional characters).

I would ask Steve Irwin if there was anything that he wishes he could create. Maybe something that I could do to better our planet.🌏

If you had to choose 3 spots for a tickle session, which ones would you choose? 

as much as I hate to admit it hips neck and underarms. My most ticklish and flustering for SURE!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much!!!!!

[silverview]

1, 2, 9 for the in9 ask game! (yay finally you're here 🤗)

yay i am FINALLY online!! i miss this place sm!! i have to go away again soon & study but thank you for not forgetting about me 🥲🩷

1. how did you know the show? : i'd literally never heard of it before steve did tm >:0 i wasn't planning to watch it but then – the way i remember it – @mifhortunach exposed me to the concept of plodding on and i was like.... who are these middle-aged men getting divorced in a bathroom...... i must know their story...... i love double acts, especially when they break up, so they kinda had me hooked straight away 🥰

2 and 9 i have already answered!! tysm for the questions, i really appreciate getting to join in even tho i'm late 🥹💕