#sweet baby birdboy

[sawyarts]

Like the legend of the penis

[topguncortez]

For the wip request:

Baby

“She’s lying,” Hangman said.  ��Totally lying,” Rooster smirked, “It’s all okay, baby, that you’re a virgin. Kinda sweet.”  “It is?” You asked.  “Mhm, makes me feel all protective, baby. You like when I call you that?” You nodded, it sent a weird tingling feeling between your thighs and you’re sure if you wanted it to continue or stop, “Perfect, that’s your name then, ‘Baby’.”  “Well come on, ‘Baby’, Birdboy is needed for pong,” Hangman headed back out the door, and you and Rooster followed behind. 

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[laal-ishq-diaries]

showering with them || mha guys

december 26, 2020

writer’s note: nothing to say about this. little blurbs on what it’s liking showering with some mha men. i just love showering and self-indulgence. 

warnings: implied intercourse (tagged under #pyaas). descriptions of the female body. hurt/comfort. 

KAI CHISAKI ~ OVERHAUL

when kai, who usually showers all by his lonesome, requests your presence in the bathroom one evening, you know he’s craving some sweet, sweet intimacy. you head into the shower together and bask in the warmth emanating from the water for a few minutes before he pushes your back against the wall of the shower and drops to his knees in front of you. making eye contact with you, kai lathers you up with your body-wash. he starts from the soles of your feet before moving up and using his strong touch to ease out the tension from your body. by the time he’s lathering up your inner thighs and hips, you’re leaning against the shower wall with your eyes closed and in absolute bliss. your eyes snap open when you feel a cool substance being dabbed onto your cheek and realize that it’s body-wash and the damn culprit is now standing in front of you with a cheeky grin of his own. one playful huff of indignation later, you take the opportunity to wash your face—an excuse to do something other than quietly melt under his touch—as he skillfully kneads the flesh of your bottom, abdomen, and breasts. afterwards, he turns you around and presses your front into the wall in order to wash your back and arms before taking the removable showerhead and washing the suds off your entire body (all the while pressing kisses across each newly cleansed patch of skin). showering with him is a rare blessing given your busy schedules but he still makes you feel desired and every atom in your body is now screaming at you to return the favor.

KEIGO TAKAMI ~ HAWKS

you’re already in the shower when keigo comes home from a particularly stressful mission. he quickly undresses and joins you. all he does is wrap his arms and wings around your body and inhale your scent—he missed you so damn much so just let him have this for a few minutes. in return though, it is up to you to initiate any actual bathing. your arms stretch to grab shampoo (yours, because keigo loves how you smell) and massage a generous amount into his unruly hair. his satisfied coos and chirps spur you on as you wash away the physical and mental grime of the mission. as you rinse the suds and condition his hair (also, with your conditioner), he curls into your body even more and his wings twitch in satisfaction. you make a mental note to give his wings some TLC after your shower but you settle for massaging the base of his spine where his wings emanate, for now. similarly, keigo’s avian instincts urge him to take care of you; he massages body-wash into whatever skin he can reach while you are still in his embrace and nonsensically murmurs loving sentiments. i got you baby, let’s stay like this, and you’re so soft all tug on your heartstrings and, god, what you wouldn’t do for this man. go give him some love, birdboy deserves it!

SHOUTA AIZAWA ~ ERASER HEAD

this man is extremely stressed and sleep-deprived, so your showers are supposed to make him lethargic and ready to curl up in bed. these showers are in the middle of the night with the lights off; the only source of illumination in your bathroom is from the city lights and moon shining through the windows. the water is nearly on its hottest setting and the steam is fogging up the windows and mirror. there’s a thin layer of sweat on your bodies but you’re both shivering, whether from the cold only body heat can neutralize or in anticipation. shouta is clingy, but not too much. he still has an air of aloofness and mystery, and you don't know what his intentions are tonight. hell, you don’t know what your intentions are. the warm water was supposed to lull him to sleep, not your body. but you can’t complain when he kisses and strokes and bites with so much adoration and lust. you can take a proper shower in the morning; his only concern right now is intertwining with you and wearing you both out until you’re dozed off under covers.

TOUYA TODOROKI ~ DABI

surprisingly, dabi is not touchy at all. the two of you do your own thing in the shower and make a little bit of idle small talk but your backs will be to each other while bathing. other than enjoying quiet time, showering together is so emotionally intimate that dabi is truly at a loss for words. occasionally, you two will turn around and kiss each other and bump noses playfully. there is nice, soothing music in the background, which he always lets you pick because he loves making you happy (even if it’s just the little things). showering with dabi is so peaceful because this is his relaxing time away from the league of villains, hero society, and his fucked up family. it’s just him and his girl vibing. at times, he glances at you with those eyes that scream you’re the most precious thing in the world and that he’d do anything to protect you. his heart bursts even more when you end up making eye contact and smile or tilt your head in confusion. at that point, he needs to feel more of you. the touches start small—when you begrudgingly go under cold water to rinse your hair, dabi will lightly activate his quirk and rub your sides to warm you up. when you’re done showering, he’ll take your towel and pat the moisture off your body and dry your hair. in turn, you’ll gently moisturize his skin. any other time, dabi would've cracked a joke about you wanting to feel him up and being “too clingy” but not right now. he has completely lost himself in your love. there are parts of him that just want to leave this life and take you away to keep you safe. but he knows he’s too far in to walk away. and you’ve accepted that. the only time he feels in control of his circumstances are these quiet, little moments he steals with you.

[keilemlucent]

THAT ANGST DRABBLE WITH HAWKS CHEATING HURTS ME IN THE GUT. Do you think you can write a part two where we get with dabi? And maybe Keigo sees? THE MORE HURT KEIGO IS, THE BETTER. (I dont think he’d cheat irl though. I doubt birdboy’s trust issues would let him get a partner let alone betray them) Anyways I love you and your writing <3

thank u for the love anon :’^) here’s some nasty revenge dabi x reader while burning (lol) hawks. the aftermath of this drabble 

warning: mentions of cheating, degradation, the nasty, this is just sorta mean

||  part 1  ||  part 2 ||  part 3 ||  part 4 (final) ||

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me already. I bet he could never get you this turned on, could he?” 

Dabi sneered it all into your ear, tongue lolling out and dripping spittle down your neck. It would’ve been gross, maybe, if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Not to mention true. 

It had been a long time since Keigo had properly fucked you. Maybe a bit of meaningless phone sex between missions, an occasional blowjob under his desk at his agency that always left you unsatisfied. Perched on Dabi’s lap, lips already kiss-bruised and slick, you felt cared about for the first time in months.

“Dabi, what the fuck is this?” Keigo’s voice echoed scratchy from the phone nearby on the sheets. Morosely, his contact was an old photo of the two of you, smiling and pressed against each other, a photo from an old vacation the two of you had taken. Looking at the picture made your eyes burn. Your nose scrunched, blinking back the angry, grieving tears that teetered close to falling.

“Hey dumbass, don’t think about that fuck right now, focus on me,” Dabi tightened his grip on your hips, hand nearly searing your skin, but fuck if it didn’t feel good. You already felt yourself going mushy in his arms, mind beginning to jelly with his warmth and his insistent touches. You welcomed it. Anything to help burn away Keigo from your mind. 

Fucking Dabi was probably the lowest blow you could make to Keigo, right? Calling him to listen in on your fuck sesh’ was also fairly low, but considering how Keigo had yet to hang up the call and how long Dabi had been toying with you on his lap, you couldn’t feel all that bad.

Might as well rub salt in as many of Keigo’s wounds as you could. 

You grabbed the front of Dabi’s shirt, “Make me.”

One measly hookup with a villain wasn’t anything compared to the bullshit Keigo had been pulling for months. Days of no-contact, canceled plans, lost time— presumably all to fuck his heart out with someone else.

Bastard.  

Dabi’s shoved two fingers into your cunt, up to the knuckle, without any sort of pause. You clenched, shuddering out a high moan sure to cut through the static of the phone call. He only snickered, curling his fingers and nipping at your jaw, “This get your attention, baby?”

You nodded, sucking in a moan and tucking your face into Dabi’s neck. You tongued at his staples, feeling him shudder beneath you. Even the last few, unsatisfactory times you’d been able to fuck around with Keigo, it had never felt this good. Every one of his touches had felt empty and manufactured. He rarely made sound, looking back, simply thrusting until he came all over your chest. Occasionally, he’d help you come. More often then not, he’d toss you an old t-shirt and re robe to go ‘do hero things’ or something or other. 

It stung, to know that he was probably saving his stamina to fuck the little scrap you’d found him with. 

Dabi’s thin fingers massaging your g spot and his growling voice singing you sweet praises, anything and everything Keigo had given you seemed to dull in comparison. Maybe it was a good thing you caught Keigo in the act, now you had plenty of new things to try, to folks to fuck.  

“Dove, please stop, listen to me,” Keigo sounded broken over the phone. Maybe he was even crying. Good.

“‘Oh, please little bird, please listen to me!’“ Dabi mocked him, high and scratchy, sucking a violet bruise onto your collarbone. 

You let Dabi fuck with Keigo to his hearts content. Based on the sweltering bulge pressing against your cunt, you and Dabi were getting off on it. 

“Fuck you, Keigo. Fuck. You.” The words came out with so much venom, it stunned all of you. Keigo into silence, sniffles echoing from the line. You into some vitriol-filled sneer, and Dabi? He was rolling his hips up into yours, fingers leaving your cunt and wiped off on your bare tits.

“Talk like that more, baby. You’re so hot like this.” Dabi groaned, pupils blown wide with lust. “Tell him why he’s such a bastard.”

“Wait, (Y/N), please, I promise I can—” Keigo pleaded like he deserved any kindness. 

“Promise you can what? Explain why you lied to me, for months?!” You dropped your hips overs Dabi’s, his thumb rolling over your covered clit. 

You didn’t let Keigo respond, “Can you explain why I found you fucking some other cunt in our kitchen?! Where else had you had her in our house, Keigo?”

“I — “

Keigo truly didn’t have anything he could say to soothe your wounds. The only things that were going to bring you pleasure was verbally curb-stomping your ex and the villain whose lap you were straddled and dripping all over. 

You messily pulled Dabi’s cock out from his boxer briefs. It slapped against his lower belly, showing off the ribbing and barbells of his piercings. Your eyes widened, Keigo still babbling over the line. 

“Like what you see?” Dabi cocked his head, far too smug for how angry you were. 

Keigo went silent.

You grabbed around Dabi throat, constricting the sides of his neck. Dragging his face closer, you let your anger pour out. “Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me better than him.”

A blissed-out smile forms on his face as you drop onto his cock, slowly lowering your with ragged breaths. He seemed more than happy to rub his new partner into the face of his foe, literally and metaphorically. 

Dabi stretched and fumbled for the phone, holding your mouth near the receiving so Keigo could catch every little whine and keen you gave as you stretched around the girth of Dabi’s cock.

“You hear that?” Dabi pressed the phone into the fat of your cheek. “Your little ‘dove’ is gonna get a better pounding than you could ever dish out, huh?”

You nodded, whining and you managed to fully seat yourself, twitching as the piercings at the head of Dabi’s cock pressed against your cervix. 

Maybe it was a little too much, all of it. Yet, as Keigo begged you for forgiveness (ha) Dabi began to fuck up into whispering how you were ‘far too good of a fuck to be wasted on a bastard bird’, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It all felt too good. 

[deafchild2000]

Inheritance Character Profile: Landon Kirby

FULL NAME

• Landon Kirby

BORN

• January 1st, 2011 (Age 17)

STATUS

• Alive

OCCUPATION

• Waiter (Formerly)

• MFHS Student (Formerly)

• SBS Student 

TITLE(S)

• Bro (by Rafael)

• Lan (by Rafael and Jed)

• Eeyore (by Hope)

• Hobbit, Frodo, Frodo Baggins, Mophead, Thrift store Hobbit, Sentient jar of artisanal mayonnaise, Mopheaded elf, Human-Size Muppet, Muppet Baby, Hipster boyfriend (All by Lizzie)

• Phoenix Fire, Fawkes, Phoenix Force (by Harmony)

• Birdboy (by Penelope)

• Little brother, Golden child, The perfect son (All by Ryan)

SPECIES

• Human

GENDER

• Male

FAMILY INFORMATION

FAMILY MEMBERS

• Kurt (Foster Father)

• Hector Gonzales (Foster Father)

• Maria Gonzales (Foster Mother)

• Rafael Waithe (Foster Brother)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT

• 5'8" (Feet)

• 1.73 (Meters)

HAIR COLOR

• Black

EYE COLOR

• Green

Early History

Landon was found abandoned on a church's doorstep on January 1st, 2011.

After being given up for adoption, Landon went through the foster care system. While with one foster family at 6 years old, he would be punished by being forced to sit in a small closet; as a result, he developed claustrophobia which persisted throughout his adolescence. At some point, Landon ended up in Mystic Falls, Virginia. He was eventually fostered by Hector and Maria Gonzales, one of his more decent foster parents. However, while attending Mystic Falls High School, he got labeled an outcast and bullied by the likes of Connor Hale and his other friends (such as Dana Lilien, and BJ Fell) and this extended outside of school during his job at the Mystic Grill. He did come to dislike students at Salvatore Boarding School because he thought they were rich kids who didn't know hardship, but he did have soft spots for two: Hope (a regular at the restaurant whom he had a crush on) and Harmony Marshall (who defended him from his bullies).

He noticed Hope hadn't been around for a few days, and then weeks later, and it's during that period that he learned his current foster parents were letting him go. The next time he sees her, he delivers Hope and her Uncle Elijah their orders at Mystic Grill, whom he's introduced to and called "Mr. Marshall". He talks to Hope briefly and goes back to work after having multiple objects thrown at him by Connor and his friends. Before Hope and Elijah leave, he sees that Connor and his friends are a few dollars short and is mocked about his lousy service. He later learns that Connor's car was damaged and the windows were destroyed, much to his pleasant surprise.

Later, he arrives at the town square where the band is playing and a few couples are dancing. Hope comes up to him and they begin to dance, and she tells him she can only be out so long before she has to go back to the boarding school. Sometime after these events, he comes to know of her parents'.

At some point in 2026, Landon moves from Mystic Falls to Atlanta, Georgia to live with the Gonzales family, whom also took in another foster child, Rafael Waithe - a foster child prone to anger issues. The two bonded and became close as brothers. In 2028, Landon was there for Rafael after he and his girlfriend, Cassie, got in a car accident and he was the sole survivor. However, after Rafael threw a lawnmower, Landon went with him to the Catholic church, disagreeing that Rafael needed to see a priest and sat it out.

Then, to his surprise, Hope Mikaelson arrives and Landon ends up watching Rafael turn into a giant wolf, leaving it no choice but to take him back to Salvatore.

Personality

Landon is shown to be a sweet guy and a little bit shy. He is shown to be respectful but is often bullied by Connor and his friends. He can be seen as a loner and has a sort of resentment towards the Salvatore Boarding School students because he thinks they are rich kids.

Landon spent his childhood bouncing from foster home to foster home. Due to an abusive foster family, at a young age, Landon developed claustrophobia - having been forced to sit within a small closet for undetermined periods. Even in adolescence, he does not respond well to small spaces, such as when he was held in the werewolf transformation space at the boarding school and was even tormented by the Night Hag in his dreams. He exhibits well-developed positive traits - intelligence, loyalty, resilience, thoughtfulness, and easy-going affable charm - despite his upbringing and a history of abuse.

Physical Appearance

He has short, curly black hair and green eyes. He is a little taller than Hope, but not by much, and has a slim build. He wears the light blue Mystic Grill shirt during work hours, and dark-colored clothing when not working. He also has a large pawn tattoo on his lower right arm.

As a child, he dressed in oversized clothes and he wore his curly hair long enough that it reached past his shoulders. He also showed signs of underweight and undernourishment.

Name

• Landon is an English name and traditionally is the last name from places in England that have the same name. It means "long hill" or "ridge".

• Kirby is a common given name and surname. The surname originally comes from a place meaning "church settlement" in Old Norse.

Trivia

• Landon was born on January 1st, so his zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

• His social worker named him after the musician, Landon Pigg.

• ⬆️ Landon gave himself the surname "Kirby" after Jack Kirby, the legendary comic book artist for Marvel and DC. He likes the Human Torch, in terms of abilities.

• Landon's chess pawn tattoo covers up the cigarette burns from a previous foster dad, Kurt.

• ⬆️ Kurt was also Rafael's foster dad at some point.

• In spikes of adrenaline rush or when called forth, Landon can summon strength or pull off surprising feats, alluding to possible supernatural abilities.

• Landon is a major movie buff, particularly in the science fiction and fantasy genre. He also is into horror and thrillers.

• Landon keeps a small journal.

• Landon knows how to play guitar.

• Landon is into Dungeons and Dragons.

• Landon does not do well with and is afraid of small spaces, alluding to his claustrophobia. He is also afraid of bugs with wings, doors on hinges, and needles.

• Landon is allergic to avocados.

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

thinking about it yet again, top five favorite fics?

oooh... this requires some thought because there are so many good ones lol I also tend to read clint/reader the most, so he'll probably feature most heavily in this list.

Avengers for Dinner by mahoroba (Clint/Reader, with some Tony/Reader and Steve/Reader) The Reader is Southern with mutant abilities and this fic spawned the obsession I have with Clint being called 'baby-bird'. The characterization is amazing, both the avengers and the x men, the storyline is excellent, and the smut is just... delicious. I recommend reading the revised ending because of reasons that will become VERY evident.

Texts (all parts) by @morganwritesfics (Clint/Reader) this is so fluffy and sweet and really leans on comic book clint in the best way. it's my go-to fic if i want to just curl up and feel good. all the casual intimacy between clint and reader is just to die for.

There's Only So Many Times a Man Can Say No by @startrekkingaroundasgard (Clint/Reader) Look, you CANNOT go wrong with nicola's fics, she's amazing. and I might be bias, but she wrote this one for me so I LOVE IT A LOT. She absolutely nailed it with this, from Clint straight up yeeting half a couch out the window to adding in my own personal headcanon (either intentionally or not) that Clint gets turned on by people touching/pulling his hair, its simultaneously super hot and painfully teasing. Please Read! Also, check out her other fics, esp. Mr and Mrs Jones, another Clint/Reader. :)

Challenges & Games by @morganwritesfics (Tony/Reader) Everything morgan writes is golden, and this tony fic is just... beyond words. I love it, the setting, jealous tony, handsy tony, disaster birdboys in the background, the smut. I think this is the fic that inspired me to actually start writing reader inserts.

Like a Scene in Slow-Mo by @justagirlinafandomworld (Quill/Reader) Set post endgame. the angst, the characterization, everything about it is soft and the right level of emotional. you get sad about starmora while the writing still justifies the quill/reader relationship in such a realistic, wonderfully human way, I love it.

Also going to give a shoutout to these two non-marvel fics because they're great:

The Balancing Act Series by lodessa (Logan/Veronica/Weevil) Post film, and written before the last disaster season came out. The smut is brilliant and the characterization isn't lost to make it work. Honestly feels more in character than some of season 4.

Curiouser by evenhisfacewasanalias (Alice/Hatter) Based on the Syfy Channel mini series. Which if you haven't watched, you should immediately. I won't explain more because spoilers, but it's so good :)

ask me my top five anything

[lovimagines]

Baby, Relax

[Dabi x Fem!Reader x Hawks]

Word count: 4,800+

Summary: Dabi and Hawks both like you, so you take upon yourself to get them both in the bedroom with you.

Warnings:  NS/FW, 18+, Unprotected sex, spanking, light choking, vaginal fingering, blowjob, weird telekinetic shit.

A/N: This is my first time writing Hawks, please go easy on me sajdhsdgh. I love writing Dabi so much, I hope you all love this as much as I do!!

“Turn the music up,” Dabi whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.

You turned towards him, your arms draping around his neck and your hips grinding into his. You danced with him in the middle of the shady club, many bodies bumping into the two of you. You glanced towards the music booth and spotted a dial. You cocked your head and watched as it turned, the music beginning to get louder.

“That’s better.”

You turned your back to Dabi, your ass pressing against the bulge in his pants as you danced against him. Your eyes shut as you moved one hand to his hip and the other to his right cheek. Your head fell back and pressed against his neck. Dabi’s lips pressed to the shell of your ear and he nipped at your skin.

“C’mon, doll,” Dabi growled, “you’ve been teasing me all night, when are we gonna leave?”

“Oh, baby,” the music began to grow louder as you spoke in a mocking tone towards him, “the night just started, we can’t leave yet.”

With that, your awaited third member walked into the club. You spotted Hawks and you turned toward Dabi. You pushed yourself up to his level and whispered in his ear. You promised you’d be right back and you quickly ran off towards your other friend, leaving Dabi in the middle of the dance floor, alone.

You pushed through the crowd and smiled as soon as Hawks zoned in on you. He gave you a cheeky smile and sauntered up to you.

“C��mere, I want to dance with you!”

Hawks didn’t argue. He followed you into the crowd while holding your hand tightly. You reached Dabi and who had somehow managed to stay alone while you were gone. You pressed yourself back up against him and released Hawks’ hand.

You motioned for Hawks to join the two of you and you felt Dabi tense. Hawks froze and his brows furrowed as he looked between you and Dabi.

“I’m dying here,” you moaned in agitation, “please dance with me.”

“Like, both of us?”

“Hawks,” you placed your hand on your hip and the music turned down, “Of course, what did you think this was when I invited you?”

“You invited him without telling me?”

“Dabi, baby,” your lips pursed and looked up at him through your lashes, “this is gonna be so fun. I’ve seen the way you both look at each other. Just try this, for me. We’re just dancing together.”

Dabi and Hawks both looked at each other for a minute and Hawks shrugged, “She’s right, I guess. Dancing won’t hurt.”

The sun was coming up by the time Dabi, Hawks, and you stepped out of the club. You scrunched your face, adjusting to the light. It was too bright compared the darkness of the club you were in.

“Let’s go back to my place.”

Dabi reeled back, “All of us?”

“Yea...?” You looked between him and Hawks, “I saw the way you too looked at each other in there! Your thoughts were a lot louder than you thought. The way I pressed against the both you, you both loved it. I hate to expose the both of you like this, but I think all of us kinda wanna fuck each other.” You got closer to them, whispering so no one else could hear you.

“Hey!”

Both of them yelled at you. You crossed your arms and watched as they turned to one another and then looked back at you. Dabi gave you a confused look.

“All of us? You’d be into it? You’re not upset about these weird feelings we all have?”

“No, actually-” you grabbed one of Hawks’ hands and one of Dabi’s, “I want to explore them.”

There was a silence. You stood in the middle of the street just holding their hands and staring up at them with half lidded eyes. Until neither of them replied. They both stared at you in shock, for a little too long. You pouted up at them and let go of their hands.

“Okay, we can just forget about this,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “The dancing was fun though, I have to admit! Um,” you paused, feeling like you were shrinking under their gaze, “I’ll be going now, hope ya both get home safe.”

You turned to run away, hoping to leave this embarrassing situation. Dabi is quick to grab your hand and spin you back around.

“Wait-”

You spun around and looked at them. They shared a glance and looked back at you. Hawks bit his lip and you looked to Dabi, who rubbed the back of his neck with an uncharacteristic nervousness.

“We’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to, either of you. I shouldn’t have invited you without asking Dabi, I shouldn’t have told you each others feelings without an okay first, if you want we can just forget about this-”

“No,” they said unison. Dabi’s bright blue eyes met yours and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, “I’m fine with it, if he’s fine with it.”

You looked to Hawks and he nodded. You smiled at both of them and felt your stomach jump into your throat. You weren’t sure what you had just gotten yourself into but you were sure it was going to be fun.

The walk home was a lot more awkward than you had thought it would be. Dabi kept his arm around you while Hawks kicked rocks from the other side of you, his hands in his pockets. You wanted him wrapped around you like Dabi was, but you didn’t want anything to be even more awkward. You weren’t sure of his boundaries and you didn’t want to cross any.

You had promised you wouldn’t peek into Dabi’s mind when you had started dating him, but you could hear his thoughts bubbling over in his mind. You felt bad for it, but you couldn’t help but listen in.

He doesn’t even know what he’s stepping into. Does Y/N like threesomes? Has she wanted to invite more people than just Hawks? Wonder if she would let me invite some girl...

You held yourself back from launching him out of orbit at that last thought and glanced towards Hawks.

Oh god, Dabi’s probably freaky as hell. I wonder how warm he is. Should I ask Y/N about using her quirk in the bedroom?

You smirked to yourself and grabbed for Hawks’ hand, hoping he wouldn’t mind. Hawks looked over and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“We really don’t have to do this,” you tried to let them know if they didn’t want to they could step out of this. You neared your apartment and you wanted them to know they could back out at any moment.

“Since you’ve already stated Hawks has wanted this-”

Hawks’ face flushed and his eyes widened, causing you to quickly jump in, “I said you wanted it too, dumbass.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed at you, “Anyways, as I was saying, if he’s into it, then I’ll try it too. I’ve been wondering how sensitive those wings are.”

Dabi gave Hawks a smirk and you looked between the two. You wondered if the threesome was going to turn into a twosome, with you being the third wheel. You hoped not. You walked up the steps of your raggedy apartment building and pulled the keys to your apartment out.

“Well, here’s my home,” You opened the door and stepped in.

You turned towards Dabi and Hawks and smiled widely, your arms extended from your sides as you showcased your not so perfect apartment.

“Now, yours is probably better birdboy, so no judging okay.”

Hawks shrugged, “Not here to judge, just here to fuck.”

You liked how to the point he was. You nodded at him and looked between him and Dabi.

“Well, uh, that’s the kitchen if you ever get thirsty or hungry. I keep mostly junk food though, trying to keep Dabi from getting into trouble makes me crave sweets. I’m sure there is something you’d like though! And the bathroom is that way-”

“Okay, time to stop stalling,” Dabi stepped towards you, “let’s show him the bedroom.”

Dabi grabbed your hand and led you towards a closed door. Hawks followed behind the both of you and as soon as Dabi opened the door he jumped on you. His tongue shoved down your throat and you squealed in surprise.

Dabi knocked you back onto the bed and you bounced. He pulled at your backless dress and you wiggled out of it. You were now in your heels and panties, and nothing else. You could feel Hawks’ eyes on you as Dabi roughly kissed you on the bed. As soon as you were able yo shove your tongue in his mouth he pulled away and stood up.

“Dabi?”

“I’m sure you’ve been with a lot of people, considering who you are, Wings,” Dabi looked at Hawks with a smirk, “but you’ve never been with someone like Y/N.”

Hawks didn’t answer, he just watched you breathlessly. You stood up and looked at him.

“Baby,” Dabi looked at you, “show him what keeps me coming back for more.”

You cocked your head and narrowed your eyes at Hawks. His eyes wandered up and down your body and your heard his breath catch. You smirked and walked towards him, your hips swaying and your heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

You reached the winged hero and cupped his face. You were eye to eye now. His eyes locked onto yours and his fingers twitched.

“Y/N-” His voice was quiet.

“You still wanna do this?” You wanted to make sure you didn’t take anything too far.

“Absolutely,” he sounded grateful he was even able to look at you like you were, “I was wondering- this might sound weird, or off the wall-”

“Yes,” Dabi interrupted, “she does use her quirk during sex.”

Hawks looked towards Dabi, who was now sitting in a chair across the room, palming at his pants, waiting for any sort of action.

“You’re not the mind reader here, Dabi, how’d you know he was gonna say that?”

“It’s obvious,” his voice was gruff as his hips rolled into his hand and he let out a moan, “everyone wants to know that shit.”

You shrugged and looked back to Hawks, “Do you wanna see what I can do Hawks?”

Hawks had never heard you say his name that way, he understood what Dabi meant by never being with a girl like you before. You were obviously something else if you were with someone in the League of Villains. But you had seemed so tame compared to what he was seeing now.

“C’mon baby,” your voice was quiet and full of lust as you pulled him to the bed.

“You’ll never want anyone else once she’s done with you, Hawks.”

Hawks was sure that was true at that point. Just a touch was intoxicating. Your body was like nothing he had seen before. He wanted nothing else than to touch you, but something was holding him back.

You kicked your heels off and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your lips to his and gently ran your tongue across his bottom lip. Your chest pressed to his and you quickly turned him around, his back facing the bed. Hawks didn’t protest in the slightest, he handed you the reigns and seemed like he was happy you were in control.

“God,” Dabi groaned out, the sound of his pants unzipping catching your attention, “could you two move any slower. I’m getting softer by the second.”

You smiled into your kiss and pulled back from Hawks. You pushed him back on the bed and straddled him as quickly as possible. Hawks was fast to catch on and began undressing. Dabi wanted a show, and you were the best at putting on a performance.

“Let’s get these clothes off, I have something in mind that will amp this up.”

Hawks, and Dabi, were undressed before you could even think about putting your plan into motion. You removed yourself from Hawks and and situated yourself behind him, your hands gently rubbing his wings. Your nails traced some feathers and he let out a moan.

“Lean back, baby,” you kissed his neck and gently nibbled his soft skin, “I need to see if you want this to work.”

“How-” He was already breathless, “how does this work.” He panted as your hands moved to his shoulders.

You wanted to say ‘you’ll see’ but the only thing he was about to see was stars, so you paused long enough to explain what the hell was about happen.

“I just- I imagine myself doing an act and it happens, telekinetically,” you kissed his jawline and your eyes moved from his chest down to his dick.

“Stop talking and let her do her thing!”

You looked over and Dabi was sitting in your chair, shirtless, pants unzipped, dick out. You held yourself together long enough to not flip his chair over, and focused back on Hawks. You wanted to make him feel better than he had ever felt before.

“Now, since I have telekinesis,” you said in between kisses, “I’ll be able to do a lot with my mind and my hands. Just lay back and relax, I promise this will be like nothing you’ve experienced before.”

You closed your eyes and easily imagined yourself giving him a handjob. You heard Hawks let out a quiet sigh and you smiled into his neck. Your hands ran down his chest and you opened your eyes again.

His dick was already hard and his eyes were shut. You watched him twitch and you smirked, biting down on a sensitive spot on his neck. You could see yourself in your mind, your hand on his cock, slowly pumping up and down.

“Fuck,” Hawks breathed out, “what the fuck?”

“Is this alright?” you whispered in his ear, biting down on the shell of it.

“This, this is amazing.”

Dabi laughed from his corner, his hand still on his dick. You shot Dabi a glare and let out a grumble. Your eyes darkened and you watched closely as he touched himself, trying to keep a steady pace so he wouldn’t cum early. You decided to push him over the edge. He let out a loud moan and you watched as he came into his hand. You snorted and began to take care of Hawks once more.

“What the fuck?! Y/N! You’re gonna pay for that!” Dabi yelled from across the room.

You were sure he wasn’t joking but you didn’t worry about him for the time being. You placed all of your attention on your new partner, just as Dabi seemed to want you to do. You could hear Dabi rummaging around, but you stayed focused on the task at hand. You slowly ran your hands up and down Hawks’ wings and your gently pulled at them, extended them slightly.

Hawks was putty at that point, and you were enjoying it way too much. He let out a loud moan and you felt him tense under you. You imagined yourself moving your hand faster, picking up pace, becoming a steady tempo, and he began to come unglued. A loud moan escaped from him and he came easily.

“Okay,” Dabi walked to the end of the bed, his pants still unzipped, but his dick no longer visible, “You’ve had your fun, and you’ve been in control way too long. I think it’s my turn, let’s let the little bird rest.”

You gave Dabi a smug look and lied Hawks back, letting him relax and regain composure on your bed. You stood up and sauntered towards Dabi, eyes dark with lust and pride. You had caused Dabi to act this way and you were about the reaction you had wanted, whether he knew it or not.

You reached Dabi and he harshly grabbed your hips, pulling you close to him, “We need to get you out of these,” his fingers played with the elastic of your panties.

You could feel his hand warming against your skin and you let out a growl, “If you burn these I will literally throw out of my window.”

“You’re no fun sometimes, you know that? But you know what is fun?”

You had zero time to react and ask ‘what?’ in some sarcastic tone. Dabi’s hand moved to your ass and gripped it tightly. His lips pressed to yours and he immediately bit your bottom lip, his hands groped and grabbed at your skin, his nails digging into to the soft flesh. You were definitely going to have marks by tomorrow, which Dabi loved even more.

“Hey,” Dabi looked over at the heavy breathing Hawks, “you want a real show?”

Your skin was on fire and your stomach turned, you couldn’t be more excited for what was coming next. While it was fun helping Hawks relax and being completely in control, you wanted to hand yourself over to Dabi and let him take the lead; there was nothing more intoxicating than Dabi dominating you.

Dabi pulled you closer to him, your body pressing to his. The bulge in pants pressed hard against your pussy and you mewed under his touch. Your panties were becoming wet and your face was burning.

Dabi pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down jaw ever so slowly reaching your neck. He bit and sucked at the soft skin and you gripped his arms.

“Dabi, baby,” you whined, “why are you moving so slow?”

“Oh,” he pulled back and looked down at you, giving you a fake pout, “is this too slow, baby.”

You nodded at him and he grinned down at you, his staples pulling at his skin.

“Then, let’s speed this up.”

You were pressed against the wall within a second, Dabi looming over you with his hands on your hips. You looked up at him with wide eyes and your jaw slack. He wasn’t joking about putting a show on for Hawks.

You peered over Dabi’s shoulder and your eyes met Hawks’. He was still catching his breath and he was watching you intently. He seemed absolutely curious about what was happening, about what Dabi was about to do to you.

Dabi’s right hands ran up your stomach, his fingers barely touching your exposed, cold skin. His warm hand pressed against your breast and pinched your nipple before moving up further. His fingers met your neck and you registered what was coming. Dabi didn’t do this a lot, but when he did, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

His palm pressed against your throat and his fingers curled around your neck. Goosebumps rose on your skin as Dabi cocked his head at you.

“You’ve been pretty bad, you know that, doll?”

You nodded up at him and swallowed hard. You were eager for what was to come but you didn’t want Dabi to rush. Dabi’s left hand pulled at your panties and they easily fell to the floor. You were now completely exposed and you were loving every second of it.

Dabi’s fingers pushed past your folds and into you, causing you to let out a quiet moan. Your head leaned back and dabi’s hand followed. Your eyes shut and you let out a sigh.

“Nuh uh,” Dabi shook his head, “keep your eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes and and met his stare. He smiled down at you and commented on how much of a good girl you were. You shivered under his touch and waited with bated breath for his next move.

His palm pressed harder against your throat, but only slightly. You sucked in air and wrapped your hands around his wrist. You didn’t pull him away, you in fact didn’t want him to stop. You could feel Hawks become alarmed, thoughts bursting from his mind.

Is he choking her? What the fuck is he in to?

Hawks watched closely as Dabi’s fingers gripped your throat tighter. His fingers slid out of you, and pushed into you again. Your grip on his wrist tightened and you tensed. You inhaled sharply through your nose and tried to keep your eyes on his.

You were completely vulnerable to Dabi in that moment and everything inside of you couldn’t enjoy it anymore than you already were.

“You’re so wet already,” Dabi’s breath fanned across your face, “tell me, who caused this?”

“You,” you moaned out, “You did, Dabi.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers quickly pumped in and out of you and this thumb pressed against your clit, slowly rubbing in circles. His pace quickened by the second, but you could tell he was careful not to hurt you. He rubbed quick circles over your clitoris and you started to crumble.

“Dabi,” you choked out, his hand pressing harder onto your throat, causing you to see stars, “I’m gonna cum.”

And you did. You came quick and hard onto him. Your whole body tensed and your breathing picked up. Dabi’s hand pulled away from your neck and he lowered his head to kiss you gently on the mouth.

Dabi hummed when he pulled away, “Hm, I’m not really sure that was a punishment, you enjoyed that an awful lot...” Dabi smiled down at you, ready to play with you even more. “Hawks-” Dabi looked over his shoulder at the wide-eyed man, “I think it’s your turn to take care of Y/N.”

One of Hawks’ brows rose in confusion and he pointed to himself. Dabi rolled his eyes and stepped away from you.

“Yes, Hawks, you. Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll talk you through it if you need. I’m sure you’ll be fine though.” Dabi walked back over to the chair and sat down, “Okay, go lay across his lap, doll.”

You happily walked towards Hawks and he sat up. You placed yourself across his lap and patiently waited for him to react. He sat there confused for a moment. You found him so enduring. He was so much more gentle than Dabi, and while you didn't mind that, it wasn’t what you were used to.

“You want me to spank her?” Hawks looked to Dabi.

“Isn’t it obvious, birdbrain?”

“Sorry,” Hawks snapped back at him, “You just choked her, is it really necessary to spank her too?”

“Yes.” You and Dabi spoke in unison.

It was Hawk’s turn to roll his eyes, “Fine.”

You moved yourself, your ass in the air, waiting for contact. You could feel Dabi watching closely, and knew he was mostly likely touching himself again.

“If she makes me cum again, spank her harder.”

Hawks grunted and you could feel him rear back. His hand slapped against your left cheek and you let out a moan.

“Harder.” Dabi moaned out.

“Is that okay?” Hawks whispered to you.

“Perfectly fine,” you whispered back, eager for more.

Hawks spanked you again and you let out a louder moan, a smacking sound echoing in your room. Dabi moaned across the room and you locked eyes with him. He watched as Hawks spanked you and you bit your lip.

“Slip a finger in,” Dabi sighed as he pumped faster.

You held yourself back from making him cum again, you wanted to see him being himself to his own release. That was a lot more satisfying in some ways, even though you wouldn’t have minded the repercussions for making him cum.

Hawks didn’t respond. His hand hit your ass again and you felt something slip inside of you. You let out a loud moan and clenched at the sheet under Hawks. Hawks spanked you a few more times, and you heard Dabi let out a muffled groan. You looked up, his eyes closed and his head lulled back. You watched as he came again and you could feel yourself get wetter.

“Y/N,” Hawks gently pushed another finger inside of you, and slowly moved in and you, “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

“Don’t get too comfortable, Hawks,” Dabi stood up, “Not yet anyway. Get on the bed, all fours, Y/N.” You eagerly obeyed and waited for a second command. “Since you’re the guest Hawks, I’ll let you fuck her. She’s already soaked from me, so you won’t have to do too much work.”

“Are you always this fucking bossy?”

“Yea,” You giggled.

Hawks didn’t reply, in hopes Dabi would leave him alone and let him fuck you in peace. You knew that wasn’t going to happen though. Hawks grabbed at your hips and leaned closer to you, you could feel him pushing at your entrance.

You let out a whine, waiting for him to push inside of you. Once he finally did you relaxed onto the bed, ass up, face in the sheets. You clenched the sheets under you and moaned as he pulled out and pushed into you again.

His pace was slow to start. He kept is steady. Your eyes rolled back and you tried to push yourself closer to him. His skin met yours and you mewled into the sheets.

“Don’t let her cum yet.” Dabi walked towards the bed and you noticed he was hard again. He was completely naked this time. You pushed yourself up to look at him as he neared you and you pouted.

“I can’t let you have all the fun, I’m not that generous.”

Hawks moaned from behind you and his pace quickened. He didn’t want to listened to Dabi. If it were up to him you would be coming unglued because of him, not because of both of them. You seemed to compose yourself though, keeping yourself from going over the edge.

Dabi positioned himself in front of you and pushed his dick in your mouth. You became more turned on as you were sandwiched in between them. Dabi kept up with Hawks’ pace, as Hawks pounded into you quicker, Dabi fucked your mouth quicker.

You gagged as he pushed into the back of your throat and Dabi pulled your hair.

“You’re such a slut,” Dabi growled out at you, “fucking someone who isn’t your boyfriend. Taking two men at the same time. How did I get so lucky?”

You looked up at him, sure your makeup was about as fucked a you were in that moment. You began to feel yourself tensing. Your pussy clenched and you felt Hawks twitch inside of you. He let out a long moan and gripped your hips tighter.

“Do that again, please do that again.”

You did. Hawks started to move faster, and huff from behind you. Dabi kept up with Hawks, slamming into your mouth a lot faster than you had wanted him to, but you couldn’t lie, you loved it.

You quickly came onto Hawks and felt him start to come apart inside of you. He slowed down slightly and leaned against your backside. You felt him pull out and looked up at Dabi, who was watching Hawks closely. Dabi smirked to himself and you knew Hawks was coming into his own hand.

Dabi facefucked you a little longer before cumming himself. He released inside of your mouth and you hungrily swallowed as much as you could. Once Dabi pulled away you wiped your mouth.

“Holy shit,” You threw yourself back on your bed, laying on your pillows.

You needed to clean up. You needed to do a lot. But you didn’t want to get up. You looked between Dabi and Hawks and waited for their next move.

“Um,” you forced yourself to sit up, “I’m gonna go pee, uh, you two are more than welcome to stay, but it won’t offend me if you leave.”

You could take care yourself, but them leaving would make you quiet sad. You walked yourself to the bathroom and quickly cleaned yourself up. You grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, wondering Dabi and Hawks had left. Once you reached your room and saw both of them lying on your bed you felt yourself relax. They hadn’t left you alone.

“So,” Hawks looked at Dabi and then you, “Do you use your quirk in the bedroom?” He raised his brows at Dabi.

“You’re about to figure out if you don’t shut and go the fuck to sleep.”

You laughed and walked to the bed, placing yourself in the middle of them. You thought about how nice it was placed between them. Dabi’s warm skin, Hawks’ fluffy wings, it was nice. You thought about how nice it would be for that be a common occurrence. For Hawks to stick around. For that to be more than a one night fling.

You didn’t voice your thoughts in fear of Dabi or Hawks leaving. You just enjoyed their company and cuddled against the both of them, drifting off into much needed sleep. You hoped that they’d both be there in the morning. That they’d both be there forever.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Lazy Days and You

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character of Color Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happiness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 882

A/N: My entry in @supersoldierslover Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge! Congratulations my friend.  You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame.”

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “II know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin

[moonbeammuses-a]

@theirvoices gets a starter from my musical boy. ♫

The long stage in the center of the club was usually reserved for the paid dancers, but being that his sister owned the place, Moonlight could always hop up and perform if the mood struck him. And the mood struck pretty often. He’d been keeping things pretty tame lately, though. Whether that had to do with a certain winged mutant was for him to know and nobody to find out. But his nerves were getting to him tonight, and Moonlight was eager for a little confidence booster. 

So when the lights shifted and the less-clothed dancers fled the stage, Moon walked onto the stage with a smug look on his face and a playful gleam in his eye. The music started, and he strutted his way down the stage as he sang.

“So hot, Out the box Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, Heat it up I need to be entertained. Push the limit Are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby”

He grinned at the nearest girl, leaning close and winking at her as he sang the next verse, before straightening and directing the chorus to the crowd. 

“Oh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? Cause it's about to get rough for you. I'm here for your entertainment.”

As he sang, he danced to the beat, leaving his tail relaxed to swish behind him as he rocked his hips. He kept his hands to himself, though he did direct his attention to the occasional crowd member, influencing the room to give him their full attention (and their cash, but that was a give-in).

“Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. You thought an angel swept you off your feet. Well I'm about to turn up the heat. I'm here for your entertainment.

Ooh Do you like what you see? Woah Let me entertain ya 'till you scream!” 

When the song ended, he hopped off the stage, leaving the cash for one of Luka’s boys to clear up. Scooping a glass of water out of her hand as he walked to the bark, Moonlight grinned, taking a sip as he caught his breath. 

“Feel better?” She asked mildly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” he said confidently. 

“Good, because BirdBoy’s here and he’s pissed,” she said as she pointed a thumb over her shoulder. 

What? Moonlight felt his heart skip a beat at the words, leaning to the side to see past Luka. Sure enough, Warren was at the other end of the bar, and he looked far less pleased than Moonlight was hoping for, considering they were meant to spend the evening together. Luka giggled at his expression, turning to triapse away. 

“Good luck~” she called after him as she took her place behind the bar, and if Moonlight had any inclination to check, he’d see that even though her hands were busy scooping ice and pouring spirits, her eyes kept roaming to the end of the bar to watch how things unfolded. 

Moonlight approached Warren with a smile despite the other mutant’s demeanor. “Hey Warren. Is everything okay?

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2017 Wrap Up

For all the months I made wishlists, here’s what I’ve seen so far (still so far to go!):

January (2/8) • A Monster Calls • Hidden Figures X • Claire in Motion • The Founder X • Starless Dreams • The Sunshine Makers • The Daughter • Sophie and the Rising Sun

April (3/12) • Colossal X • Their Finest • Salt and Fire • The Transfiguration X • Speech and Debate • The Lost City of Z X • My Entire High School Sinking Into the Sea • Free Fire • The Circle • Sleight • Buster’s Mal Heart • Voice From the Stone

June (5/11) • Wonder Woman X • Band Aid • It Comes at Night X • My Cousin Rachel • Night School • Moka • All Eyez on Me • Rough Night • Kill Switch • The Beguiled X • The Big Sick X • The Little Hours • Baby Driver X

July (3/15) • Spiderman: Homecoming X • A Ghost Story • City of Ghosts • Austin Found • Lady Macbeth • To the Bone X • Footnotes • Dunkirk X • Valerian • Landline • The Fencer • Killing Ground • Atomic Blonde • Brigsby Bear • Menashe • From the Land of the Moon

August (2/30) • Detroit • Wind River • Columbus • Step • It’s Not Yet Dark • Armed Response • Annabelle: Creation • The Glass Castle • Good Time • The Trip to Spain • A Taxi Driver • The Wound • The Hitman’s Bodyguard • Logan Lucky X • Patti Cake$ • Lemon • Dave Made a Maze • Marjorie Prime • Gook • What Happened to Monday X • Crown Heights • Union Furnace • The Ice Cream Man • The Adventurers • Tulip Fever • Beach Rats • England is Mine • Bushwick X • The Villainess • Stasis

Sept (4/28) • The Teacher • Dolores • Temple • It X • Home Again • The Limehouse Golem • Rememory • The Unknown Girl • mother! X • First They Killed My Father • Strong Island • The Force • Infinity Chamber • Rat Film • 30 Years of Garbage • Kingsman: The Golden Circle • Battle of the Sexes X • Stronger • Gaga: Five Foot Two X • Happy Hunting • Elizabeth Blue • Flatliners • Lucky • Mark Felt: The Man Who Brought Down The White House • Literally Right Before Aaron • Heartstone • Te Ata • The Sound • White Sun

October (2/25) • Chavela • Blade Runner 2049 X • The Mountain Between Us • Dina • The Foreigner • Happy Death Day • The Meyerowitz Stories • Professor Marston & The Wonder Women • Tom of Finland • The Departure • Geostorm • The Snowman • Only the Brave X • The Killing of a Sacred Deer • Jungle • Wonderstruck • Tragedy Girls • Killing Gunther • Jane • Never Here • Kills on Wheels • Golmaal Again • Creep 2 • The Work • Suburbicon • The Square • Novitiate

Nov (5/19) • Thor Ragnorak X • Lady Bird X • Last Flag Flying • LBJ • Murder on the Orient Express • Thelma • Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri X • Mudbound X • Roman J Israel, Esq. • Sweet Virginia • Revolt • Mr. Roosevelt • Angelica • Attack of the Killer Donuts • Holy Air • Coco X • The Man Who Invented Christmas • The Darkest Hour • Call Me By Your Name

Dec (2/15) • The Shape of Water • The Disaster Artist • Love Beats Rhythm • Bullet Head • I, Tonya • Ferdinand • The Last Jedi X • Birdboy: The Forgotten Children • The Greatest Showman • The Post • Molly’s Game X • All the Money in the World • Phantom Thread • In The Fade • Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool

2017 Movies: 27/163

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“Lazy Days and You”

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happyness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 1,882

A/N: My entry in Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge. Congratulations my friend. You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

Master List

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol Kincaid wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame. What’s your name sweet thing?

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “My name’s not important Mr. Barnes. Yes, I know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room chanting.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin

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Lazy Dayz and You (Masterlist Revision)

Summary: Love carries no expiration date. All you know is, with a little luck and fairy dust, you’ll feel Cupid’s arrow!  Redemption and love...two vital ingredients for joy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Marisol Kincaid

OFC: Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Anthony Grant Barnes (eventually)

Warning: Redemption and happyness (misspelled on purpose)

Word Count: 1,882

A/N: My entry in Taw’s 3k Writing Challenge. Congratulations my friend.  You’re a sweetheart. Enjoy!

An Avenger has little to no time for a relationship. Clint and Laura’s marriage is exception to the rule. With each mission, moments of uncertainty looms overhead. What if they were mortally wounded or killed? No one deserved to constantly be on edge.

Happiness eluded James Buchanan Barnes like the plague. So, he resorted to playing the field. Pretty soon, he amassed quite the reputation. Bucky Barnes, lady killer.

Marisol Kincaid wasn’t an Avenger. Her position at Stark Industries lacked adventure and danger. As supervisor over the Records Room, Marisol ensured staff uploaded pertinent HYDRA data, via computer into F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s data bank for storage. Also, Marisol personally transferred delicate notes onto a USB, where they were sealed and placed in Tony’s private safe…..off site.

Tony found a reason to throw one of his over-the-top parties. Standing at the bar with Steve, Bucky scanned the crowd for this elusive woman whose peaked his curiosity.

Greeting her friends, Marisol strolled to the bar. “Jack straight please.”

Turning on the charm, Bucky attempted to reel her in. “Jack straight? Pretty ballsy drink for a dame.”

Rolling her eyes, Marisol shot him down. “II know all about your womanizing reputation and I will not be another notch in your bedpost. Have a good evening.”

Sam witnessed the exchange and couldn’t wait to tease Bucky. “Damn man. She turned you down like a hotel bed.”

“I love challenges.” Bucky gulped his drink, joining Steve, Sam, Tony, and Thor.

Sam chuckled, “Hey Tin Can, your 40s bullshit won’t work on her. The hottie in the black dress shot him down,” motioning towards a group of ladies having an animated conversation.

Tony snorted, “Who Marisol? You’d stand a better chance talking to the nice lady in HR. You know, Ms. Channing; medium height, support hose, always smells like Ben-Gay?”

Steve, Sam and Thor laughed so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Bucky didn’t find it amusing. This goddess turned James Buchanan Barnes away??

Snapping back, Bucky mused “I’ve always loved a challenge. Game on doll.”

First, he abstained from frivolous flirting and sex. Anytime women attempted to latch onto him, Bucky refused to acknowledge their presence.

Next, Bucky knew in order to make a full 360, he’d make the ultimate sacrifice; torching his expansive library of black books.

Punching the up button, James Buchanan Barnes exhaled and stepped into the elevator. Bucky scrolled through his phone’s playlist, stopping at the mournful tune, ‘Taps.’ Mumbling to himself, “It’s now or never Barnes.”

Upon arrival on the roof, he started a fire in the pit. One by one, Bucky tossed his books into the crackling fire. A lone tear dropped from his eyelash. The time to settle down arrived! He wanted much more than an occasional booty call.

Days, weeks, and months passed. Bucky delivered flowers to Marisol’s office, asked her out for coffee…….nothing.

Tony played matchmaker, inviting Marisol to movie night. Steve and Bucky were last to arrive. They’d completed a rigorous training session.

Engaged in deep conversation about who won, Bucky didn’t see Marisol sitting on the loveseat.

Steve nudged his arm, “Buck, look who’s here.”

Sam taunted the speechless former assassin. “What’s wrong tin can? Cat got your tongue?”

Marisol waved at Bucky, tucking a lock of hair behind her left ear.

Tony, Nat and Wanda took advantage of the moment, snapping a picture of Bucky’s dumbfounded expression.

Steve extended his hand, “Hello I’m Steve Rogers.” “Marisol Kincaid, nice to meet you.”

Tony couldn’t let this priceless moment go without busting Bucky’s chops. “Marisol, Oil Can’s usually not tongue tied. Well, say something?

“H-hello. M’Bucky.” Everyone laughed at his nervous behavior.

“We’ve met remember? Tony’s last party? By the way, I love roses. How did you know?

Bucky responded, “Didn’t know. Lucky guess?”

“Wanna sit with me?” Marisol patted the seat next to her.

Nodding ‘yes’, Bucky flopped down in the seat; a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Can we start the movie already?” Nat blurted out.

Tonight’s choice selected by Marisol………”The Jaws Collection”

Placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap, Wanda loved Marisol’s movie choices.

Sipping on a beer, Sam set the rules. “Okay kiddies. Light’s out and Barnes, NO NECKING!”

“Shut up Birdboy. You’re just mad. Turn around and watch the movie.

A chorus of ‘shhhhh’ echoed around the room.

Scooting close to Bucky’s side, Marisol whispered, “Would you join me for pizza and ice cream tomorrow?”

Clearly startled, Bucky stammered, “Y-yeah, um I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll meet you in the common room around 2 p.m. Okay?’

“Okay.” She and Bucky turned towards the movie screen, munching on popcorn and beer.

Sleep eludes him most nights. Bucky would toss and turn from horrific nightmares. After movie night, he slept like a baby.

A bundle of nerves, Steve and Sam tried to calm Bucky down. Unsure of his outfit, Steve recommended a shirt, jeans and boots.

“M’hands are sweatin’ something awful. Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Bucky’s hesitance pissed Sam off.

Sam, rolling his eyes, scolded him, “Look you ancient asshole, you’ve done nothing but talked about this woman for months. Get your clothes on and have fun.”

Bucky shook his head up and down. Steve pushed him towards the shower. He and Sam left the room.

Dressed and ready to go, Bucky inhaled, exhaled, stepping in the elevator.

A vision of loveliness, Marisol sported ripped knee stonewashed skinny jeans, multi-colored sweater that really made her eyes pop, Ugg boots and a leather jacket.

Bucky offered his arm. “Shall we m’lady?”

Giggling, Marisol beamed, “Why yes, kind sir. We shall!”

Bucky and Marisol walked to her favorite pizza parlor, “Dominique’s.” It was quiet and intimate. They ordered pizza and colas. She listened attentively to stories about pre-serum Steves’ wild adventure. No mention of his time in HYDRA’s clutches. In turn, Marisol explained how her family was killed by HYDRA. They were mistaken for another family.

She couldn’t stop the flow of salty liquid rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Bucky. It’s still raw after two years.”

Using his calloused thumb, Bucky wiped the tears from her face. “S’okay doll. I understand.”

Marisol and Bucky enjoyed lazy days, picnics in the backyard of the compound and long walks through Central Park . Although she lived off site, Nick Fury insisted she and her staff move in due to threats from HYDRA.

Bucky was over the moon elated. His best girl one floor down.

Most days though, the lovebirds could be found tangled together, making out like hormonal teenagers.

Tony and Sam didn’t waste the opportunity to annoy Bucky. “Hey Birdman. Look at Veronica and Jughead sucking face.”

Sam added, “Damn would y’all go to your room?”

Grabbing his hand, Marisol pulled Bucky towards his room. “Bye bye haters.”

Nat and Wanda returned from their month long recon mission, Marisol greeted the ladies with a hug.

“Yay, you’re back!!! Go shower and we’ll have girl time,” in her sing-song voice.

Wanda and Nat left the room to shower and prepare for mani/pedis, wine and rom coms.

“I’ll see you later Bucky,” placing a chaste kiss on his pouting lips.

Of course he didn’t mind. Bucky’s love for Marisol grew more and more.

Having been together for almost two years,  Bucky wanted Marisol to become his wife. So, operation “Let’s Get Married” was birthed.

Under the ruse of a 1940s Anthony Stark party, Nat and Wanda coaxed Marisol into an excursion of epic proportion…shopping in New York using Tony Stark’s unlimited credit card..

At the compound, caterers and decorators scurried in the ballroom. A disco ball hung from the ceiling; casting a kaleidoscope of shapes on the wall. Silver and black balloons swayed at the entrance of the room.

The melodic sound of Glenn Miller waft from the speakers. Topping off the affair, Pepper hired them a waiter. On the menu: Duck a l’orange, Sauteed Broccoli, Savory Sage Cornbread Stuffing, Sweet Potatoes with Spiced Butter Pecan Topping. Dessert…LATER!

Nat found the perfect dress, shoes and clutch purse for Marisol.

“Now, skedaddle.  Wanda and I gotta get dressed. Meet us in the ballroom?” Nat smirked.

“See you downstairs.”

Wanda texted Bucky:

W: Marisol’s on the way

Buckaroo: Everything’s all set.

W: Good luck

Buckaroo: I’m really nervous

W: Nat says you’ll be fine

James Buchanan Barnes stood frozen. He was transformed back to the 40s. A tear rolled down his cheek. Marisol was a vision of loveliness.

“My don’t you look handsome Bucky.” Marisol blushed.

Bucky’s voice cracked, “Doll, I can’t begin to say how gorgeous you are. Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

Escorting her to the table, Bucky pulled out Marisol’s chair. “Thank you. Always a gentleman.”

Their elegant meal and champagne were presented. The happy couple dined, laughed, and made small talk savoring every moment.

Bucky raised his glass for a toast. “To the love of my life. You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for. I’mma better man ‘cause of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, Bucky took to one knee. “Marisol Kincaid, I’ll love you till the end of time and beyond. No one will ever compare to you. Would you be my wife?”

Unable to hold back tears, she whispered ‘yes.’

Bucky led his fiance’ to the dance floor swaying to Glenn Miller’s “Moonlight Serenade”.  

Showing off some impressive dance moves, the newly engaged couple danced the night away.

Three months later, Bucky and Marisol married in an intimate ceremony. Bruce officiated, Tony and Sam escorted Marisol down the aisle.

Two years after marrying, a chubby cheek baby boy, Anthony Grant Barnes was born.  Weighing 8 lbs. 6 ozs., curly brown hair and bright blue gray eyes.

Of course everyone fawned over him. Bucky couldn’t be prouder. He had a wife, son, and free will.

Snuggled in his daddy’s safe arms, 4 year old Grant peered out the floor length window.

“Daddy, guess what? I love you this much,” stretching his little arms as far as he could.

Bucky’s heart swelled with pride. “Hey tiger, guess what? I love you to the moon and beyond.”

Leaning against the door jamb, Mrs. Barnes admired her two favorite guys.

Spying his mommy, Grant wiggled out his daddy’s arms, running to Marisol. “Hello sweetheart. Are you watching the raindrops?”

“Uh huh. Daddy hold me up to the window. S’lotta rain.”

She walked over, standing next to her husband. “Just think. Next year, we’ll have two kids.”

“Wh-wh-what? I-you-we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yes, my sweet, I’m 2 months pregnant. Are you excited?”

“You’ve given me so much. I’m the luckiest sap in the face of the earth. Didn’t think happiness would come my way. Now, there’s no way I could live without my family.”

“Yay, I’m gonna have a brudder or sister!!!” Grant jumped around the room.

Bucky placed a kiss on Marisol’s flat tummy. “Hey little one, this is your daddy. Grant and I are excited about meeting ya. Please don’t make mommy sick. See’ya in 7 months peanut!”

Fin