Yours, Mine, Always

[sabrecmc]

My Fics

I’ve written over 2 million words in this fandom. It still amazes me that I have that much to say about these two.  Thought it was a good time to do one of these again, so here (in no particular order) are things I’ve written:

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Razorblade Without a Handle

Bucky is just some high school dropout working too many jobs to pay for his shitty apartment and his sister's tuition, so when he meets Steve Rogers and Tony Stark and they take an interest in him, it makes no sense. He can't understand why they would want to spend time with him, let alone date him, but he's just greedy enough to cling onto what they're offering and hope that when it ends, it won't crush him.

Read it here on ao3!!

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Chapter two is out!!!

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Chapter three is live!!!

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Chapter four is out!!!

[smerfols]

So look in the mirror

And tell me, who do you see?

Is it still you?

Or is it me?

[aurumacadicus]

I had a thought. Hmmmm. Bear with me.

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"Rogers," someone barked, and Steve almost choked on his champagne. He turned, bewildered, to find Carol Danvers charging toward him like she was on a mission. A group of partygoers even scattered out of her way. He cast around for anything he could have said that would insult the air force. He couldn't think of anything that would have insulted her anymore than her playful ribs about the army, though.

"Barnes says you're a sad-sack," Carol said, coming to a stop right in front of him.

"...Ouch?" Steve spluttered after a moment. "He said that about me?"

Carol winced, seeming to realize she'd basically just insulted him. "No, I mean, uh--" She coughed, cleared her throat, then took a step backward to give him some space. "Barnes says you don't dance. At all."

Steve blinked, wondering what that had to do with anything. "No, I don't."

"And you came stag," she added, gaze intense.

Steve glanced around for an escape. That seemed ominous. He didn't even want to come to this stupid party, but the brass had basically told him it was mandatory after a few successful (and very high profile) missions. They hadn't served dinner yet. While he would miss the steak, he could probably make it out through the kitchen. Or a bathroom window.

"Will you stop looking like I'm asking you to volunteer for a firing squad?" Carol hissed between her teeth. "I just need you to sit with a friend while Jim and I dance."

"...Oh," Steve said after some thought. "Maybe if you hadn't charged up to me like you were asking me to volunteer for a firing squad, I wouldn't look like this. I thought Maria couldn't come?"

"Different friend," Carol answered, voice clipped. When he only raised an eyebrow at her in response, she huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Jim doesn't want to leave him alone right now, but I didn't want to pull anyone away from their date."

Well, Steve supposed he could understand that. He threw back the last gulp of his champagne, then set the empty glass on the bar. "Okay. Don't approach me like we're about to get into a fistfight anymore."

"Sorry," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, then turned to lead him over to her table. "Also, does Barnes's date have a gun on her? She reached for something when I went to ask him if he knew anyone who wouldn't mind sitting for a song."

"No, it's a knife," Steve answered helpfully.

Carol almost stumbled, but she caught herself on the next step. "She would have stabbed me?!"

Steve paused, considering, then answered, "I dunno, maybe. She's never stabbed me."

"I can see why Barnes likes her," Carol grumbled reluctantly. She grabbed his sleeve before he could say anything else and yanked him up beside her. "Tony! I've found someone to sit with you. This is Steve."

Tony, Steve assumed, blinked up at both of them in confusion. His mouth was still open with a forkful of cheesecake halfway toward it. His eyes darted back and forth between them before he finally set is fork back down. "Um?"

Steve couldn't help but gawk. How had he gotten dessert already? The hors d'oeuvres were still out on the main table. Steve had just nervously demolished the last of the crostini. He was still thinking about the steak he'd ordered.

"Jim and I are going to go have a dance," Carol continued, reaching out to grab Jim by the collar and drag him up out of his seat. "I promise we'll be back after three songs."

"Um," Tony said again, and Jim spluttered something about his own dessert, but Carol dragged him away before he could get his feet under him. He and Steve watched them disappear into the crowd milling about the dance floor. Steve almost felt sorry for him.

But then he saw that Jim's dessert was a beautiful piece of chocolate cake with soft pink layers of frosting. "Well, best not to let Jim's plate go to waste," Steve said cheerfully, sitting down in Jim's seat, and pulled the tiny dessert plate closer. He could probably get himself another slice later, after dinner. He had this one, after all.

"Um," Tony said again, frowning in confusion. "You don't. Have to sit with me? I can take care of myself for fifteen minutes."

Steve shrugged. "No offense, but I'm more scared of Carol than I am of you."

Tony swiveled to stare in the direction Carol had disappeared to, then looked back up at him, huffing. "I guess that makes sense." He shifted in his seat awkwardly. "Maybe you can actually get me out of here without drawing attention when you're done with Rhodey's cake."

Steve wondered what that meant, but he'd shoved a huge bite of cake into his mouth at the same time, and by the time he'd chewed and swallowed, Tony was focused on making sure he got the perfect cheese-to-crust ratio in each bite, and waved him away when he tried to ask. He gave off kind of the same vibe Natasha did, and he had several knives nearby for the oncoming dinner service, so Steve focused on his cake.

Tony finished just as Steve was scraping the last of the icing from his plate, and he dabbed at his mouth with his cloth napkin, set it on the table, then clasped his hands in his lap and turned to bat his eyelashes at Steve. "If you can get me onto the balcony without letting anyone talk to me, I will give you a million dollars."

Steve blinked back at him. "That's it?"

"If you can get me to my limo without Rhodey noticing, I'll even make sure he doesn't kill you," Tony offered.

Steve stood, then narrowed his eyes, slowly sinking back into his seat. "I dunno, this is a lieutenant colonel we're talking about."

Tony blinked at him slowly, then simply stated, "Coward."

"Okay," Steve said, lurching back to his feet. He scowled when Tony smirked at him, irritated that he was apparently so readable. He offered Tony his hand.

At that, Tony looked surprised. He glanced back and forth between Steve's hand and face, shoulders drawing in nervously when he slanted a look around them, as if to see who might be watching them. He looked back up at Steve with a frown. "Carol didn't tell you why Rhodey didn't want me alone, did she?"

Steve hesitated, then let his hand drop back to his side, feeling like an idiot. "She barely told me who you were."

Tony looked away, shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh. "Oh. Well." He shook his head, then lifted both of his hands from his lap, letting them drop to his sides--

Steve couldn't help the sick feeling forming in his gut as Tony rolled himself back, wheelchair appearing from under the tablecloth. It looked like he still had his legs, but Steve knew looks could be deceiving. And it would be rude to ask, of course. He swallowed thickly. Why would this mean Tony needed to be babysat, though? Unless he was talking about leaving before dinner was even served. He felt like he should have asked Carol more questions, been more assertive, if only to save himself the embarrassment he felt now.

"It's okay," Tony sighed, pushing his chair back under the table so he could hide it with the tablecloth again.

"...I can take you out onto the balcony," Steve said after a brief pause.

Tony shot him an amused smile. "That million just too much to pass up?"

"What? No, I wasn't going to expect it anyway," Steve scoffed. He reached out, wrapping his hands around the handles of Tony's wheelchair. "It would feel like stealing, anyway. It's not gonna be hard."

Tony tipped his head back to raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? Lots of people have been coming by to talk to me since I got here. I'm sure tons of them will stop us, and--"

"Hold on," Steve said, then braced his feet against the floor.

Tony let out a startled little 'meep' as the chair lurched forward, hands slamming down on the armrests as Steve quickly gained speed. His alarm quickly gave way to delight, though, because then he was throwing his head back, laughing, as Steve sprinted toward the balcony. Most people jumped out of the way, but Steve did end up mowing over a few long skirts. He'd probably get chewed out by Colonel Phillips tomorrow.

But with the genuine delight on Tony's face, he couldn't find it in himself to care that much.

"Oh! Oh," Tony laughed as Steve slowed to a stop next the railing. He put a hand over his chest, lifting the other to wipe a tear away from his eye. "Oh my god. I'm gonna have to pay so many dry cleaning bills."

"Take it outta that million you owe me," Steve replied, leaning back against the railing with a smug smile. "And then give the rest to charity."

"You're crazy," Tony told him, grinning, and he sounded happy still. "Rhodey always told me military guys were crazy, but I never really believed him."

Steve shrugged. "Well. I allegedly once threw myself off a helicopter without a parachute once."

"Allegedly," Tony repeated, shaking his head with what looked like genuine admiration. "How high up was it?"

"Well, I spent a lot of last year pulling off a real good mimicry of Jimmy Stewart from Rear Window," Steve answered, still smiling.

Tony's mouth dropped open into an 'o' of shock. "Are you crazy, or stupid?"

Steve shrugged again. "Yeah." Tony laughed again, from deep in his belly. It was a good look on him, Steve thought, letting his hands drop back to brace on the balcony railing. "So why did Carol think you needed to be babysat?"

He regretted asking immediately. Tony's smile dimmed, and his eyes dropped to his lap. He wrung his hands a couple times, then looked back up at Steve with a sad smile. "Dancing was my favorite part of these events before the accident. I am--I... was good at it. My mother had me in dancing classes since I was six. This is my first big event since..." He motioned at his legs. "I didn't realize how much I would miss it. And Rhodey's such a good friend, he was gonna sit with me the entire time, even though I knew he wanted to dance with Carol."

"That's nice of him," Steve answered carefully. He offered Tony a rueful smile. "I guess it's a good thing she chose me, huh? I can't dance at all."

Tony's expression turned wistful. "I could have taught you. I've taught a lot of people to dance." He looked Steve up and down, gaze turning speculative. "Mostly debutantes. But I was always up for a challenge." His eyes lingered on Steve's feet, then he squinted up at his face. "Those might have hurt my toes more than their stilettos."

Steve blinked, surprised, then couldn't help a bark of laughter. "Wow! Saying I have big feet and calling me fat at the same time."

"You're built like a tank," Tony huffed petulantly. "I'm pretty sure that's why so many people jumped out of the way. A collision with me, oh, well, ouch, but what a great story for the papers. Getting hit by you would have killed them instantly."

"I was probably going too fast," Steve allowed, but he decided he didn't really care. Maybe it would keep him from getting sent to these shindigs. He let his eyes trail over Tony's legs, considering, then dragged his gaze up his body. Tony looked... pretty slight. He wondered how long it had been since his accident. It would be rude to ask though. "Are you ambulatory at all?"

Tony frowned, brows furrowing together in confusion. "Yeah? I mean. I'm still in physical therapy, so. Hopefully I'll. Get more use out of my legs again." He sighed. "Maybe I'll dance again someday. But probably not."

"So it won't hurt you to get out of the chair?" Steve asked, just to be sure.

Tony tipped his head. "...No," he finally answered. "The pain is... secondary to the neurological component."

"Cool," Steve said, standing up from leaning on the railing, and reached out to scoop Tony up into his arms.

Tony yelped, flailing, and threw his arms around Steve's shoulders. "Fuck! Steve! You can't just go around picking disabled people out of their fucking wheelchairs-!"

Steve took a moment to make sure Tony wouldn't squirm out of his grip, carefully adjusting his arms under his knees and behind his shoulders. Once he was certain he had Tony safely in his arms, he straightened his back, then carefully turned in a circle on one heel.

"Did you--" Tony choked out, and he buried his face in Steve's neck. "Did you just twirl me?"

"It's the only dance move I know," Steve answered. He rocked from side to side, then carefully twirled him in another circle. "You could teach me some other moves, if you don't like the twirling."

"No," Tony whispered, and Steve didn't comment on the fact that he could feel him beginning to tremble. "I mean--yes. I can teach you. But I don't... dislike the twirling."

Steve nodded, giving him another spin. "So, are you leaving the party with Colonel Rhodes?"

Tony couldn't quite bite back a laugh, leaning back to smile at Steve. It almost hid how bright his eyes were, how much he blinked to keep tears at bay. "You are about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, Steve."

Steve couldn't help but grin back. "I wasn't trying to be subtle. I just used you as a battering ram."

Tony laughed again, leaning back in. His arms squeezed around Steve's shoulders as his laugh ended in a sort of hiccup. Steve didn't mention it, instead going back to his slow, gentle circles. He was kind of surprised that no one had come after them, but he decided not to think too much on it. Jim would come find them after he and Carol finished dancing. It wasn't as if Steve hadn't left a noticeable trail of scandalized rich people behind him to follow.

[not-close-to-straight]

Bucky and Tony meet at a Valentine’s Day Speed Dating Event

**** “Oh good golly, you’re hot.” The little brunette declared and Bucky blinked at him, “Good…golly?”

“What, you’ve never been ‘good gollied’ before?” He challenged. “I find that hard to believe, considering how you’ve got that whole super sexy, super dangerous serial killer look going on.”

“Serial killer?” Bucky asked uncertainly. “I look like a serial killer?”

“Sorta?” the guy motioned to Bucky’s beard, his scowl, his general grumpiness. “Lucky for you, I love a good case of scare-rousal, so I’ll still date you. You know, for funsies.”

“You wanna date me for funsies.” Bucky echoed in disbelief.

The guy lit up with a megawatt smile, “So many funsies, yeah. I’m Tony by the way.”

[bulkyphrase]

Steve Rogers + BDSM: A Valentine's Day Rec List

Happy Valentines day! This year's list is all about bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, and/or sadomasochism (a theme I love to pieces)!

For previous years lists see:

Steve Rogers + Hydra Trash Party

Steve Rogers + Tentacles

Living on Your Breath by Sineala (@sineala) (Stony, Explicit, 110,343 words)

Summary: The Avengers have faced Onslaught and come home. The team has assembled again. And Steve is finally together with Tony. They're in love. Everything is perfect. But this happiness is all too brief, as Tony is kidnapped by forces unknown. Steve rushes off to rescue Tony, only to find that Tony has been brainwashed and turned against him. Now Steve, captured and tortured by the man he loves, must sacrifice everything he has to stop Tony from becoming a monster. Their relationship will never be the same again... if they both get out of here alive.

To Be Nobody But Yourself by ArwenLune (@primarybufferpanel) (Romanogers, Teen And Up Audiences, 1,730 words)

Summary: "Okay," Steve said, a little hoarsely, trying to sound like he understood this and it wasn't unsettling him at all. "Okay."

The rest are below the cut, sorted by ship

Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers

To Taste by felinefelicitations (@felasintumbld) (Bruce/Steve, Explicit, 15,617 words)

Summary: It isn't that Bruce does not like Steve (quite the opposite). It's that Bruce very much can't have Steve, not the way he would like. After all, Steve is Captain America, and Captain America is a paragon of command and control. In other words, not submissive. (Or how Bruce is sometimes the least observant scientist in the world, Steve is shyly in love and tells this to Bruce with food, and the team mostly just wants to make sure their supply of baked goods doesn't dry up.)

every bell that tolls me by thingswithwings (@twwings) (Bruce/Natasha, Bruce/Steve, Explicit, 19,899 words)

Summary: Bruce Banner, practical masochist. Or: Bruce gets a dom and a boyfriend, but they're not the same person

Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

Ground Me by vassalady (@vassalady) (Romanogers, Mature, 1,461 words)

Summary: When Steve needs to let go, he goes to Natasha, who takes care of him.

Flesh Beneath by Isagel (@isagelc) (Romanogers, Explicit, 5,675 words)

Summary: There are never any scars.

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

(there are a lot of these)

Mercy in You by Sineala (@sineala) (Mature, 9,598 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs. Also available as a podfic read by Pywren (@phyrrhicvictory)

So Much to Confide to You by Sineala (@sineala) (Stony, Explicit, 16,988 words)

Summary: After an attack by the Masters of Evil, Avengers Mansion is in ruins. Tony has come back from California to help the East Coast team pick up the pieces -- literally. And when the team finds items of a certain intimate nature in the wreckage of the mansion's bedrooms, Tony is of course the one who steps forward to claim them. This leads to two problems: Problem Number One: They're not his sex toys. His toys are in California. Therefore, one of Tony's longtime friends is also extremely kinky and he has no idea who. Problem Number Two: One of Tony's longtime friends happens to own an Iron Man butt plug. Oh, God.

I won’t leave you falling by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist) (Stony, Explicit, 14,653 words)

Summary: Tony doms for Steve, which involves some specially enhanced red rope, cock rings, two vibrators, and a lot of orgasm control. It works out. Bottom Steve, trembling and desperate to come, loving dom Tony, plenty of aftercare.

You’re My Medicine by BlossomsintheMist (@blossomsinthemist) (Stony, Explicit, 11,691 words)

Summary: It was just that Steve liked harder kinks, and it seemed like the kind of thing that would appeal to the intense sensation play side of him, always pushing himself and looking for something to send him flying higher. It wasn’t the same as a flogger stinging over his back, but it was more intimate, more invasive, Tony figured—the same intensity, but in a totally different way, and maybe … gentler, softer. Something it would be easier for Tony to give him the way he wanted it, even the way he liked it. Written for Day Fifteen of Kinktober: Sounding.

Not In Kansas Anymore by fohatic (@fohatic) (Stony, Explicit, 28,585 words)

Summary: It was truly uncanny, how alike they both were. His voice. His mannerisms. His meticulously-groomed facial hair. If he didn't know any better, Steve would've thought that it was the same man he’d left back on Earth-617... The only noticeable difference between them was that look in his eyes... Steve hadn't missed it, the way that this Tony was watching him as if he were a rabbit that had wandered into a tiger's lair, regarding him with an unsettling sort of amusement as he invited him deeper into the penthouse, brown eyes sharp and smoldering with something that Steve didn't recognize. Steve Rogers attempts to covertly gather intel on a mysterious weapon from a parallel universe's Tony Stark, and ends up in a predicament that he never saw coming.

There's a First Time for Everything by viklikesfic (v_angelique) (@viklikesfic) (Stony, Explicit, 8,562 words)

Summary: "What are you, Cap, some kind of masochist?" Later, Steve will blame his response to Stark's quip on the heavy-duty painkillers Bruce is administering via IV in serum-resistant doses. He smirks, hissing just a little at the way the motion pulls at the cuts on his face, and looks at Tony dead-on with his one open eye. "Buy me a drink and maybe I'll tell you."

The Prize by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (Stony, Explicit, 318,625 words (WIP))

Summary: Steve ends up as a concubine in the royal harem.

The Least Difficult of Men by isozyme (@isozyme) (Stony, Explicit, 46,153 words)

Summary: It isn’t until Tony watches Steve lean into the punch that he thinks oh, this is going to be a problem. Steve’s taking hits on purpose in the field, so Tony suggests a safer option. It's simple: Tony smacks Steve around, Steve gets the pain fix he’s looking for, everyone leaves happy. Things do not stay simple. The one with repressed masochist Steve and sadist Tony and everyone getting off on pain a whole bunch.

Indulgence by FestiveFerret, One and Five Nines (Obani) (@festiveferret) (Stony, Explicit, 30,263 words)

Summary: All it took was one word from Tony, and Steve fell to his knees, every time. He wished he didn't need this so badly.

In the Springtime of His Voodoo by shaenie (Explicit, 9,821 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: “I’m removing Captain Rogers from this base, but not from active duty. I want him as SHIELD’s liaison to Stark Industries first and foremost. He’ll report directly to me,” Fury says. “As it is, your identity as Captain America is not public knowledge and it will remain that way until I say otherwise. That said, if you think you can get Tony Stark to work with you if you disclose that information, you have permission to do so.” Also available as a podfic read by paraka (@paraka)

Miscellaneous ships

(that sounds a little dismissive, sorry. I love these fics as much as the others, but there's only one of each ship for them)

Children's Work by blakefancier (@blakefancier) (Stoward, Explicit, 21,833 words)

Summary: "Howard is ten years old when he presents as a submissive." In a world where everyone is either a dom or a sub, sex is only a tiny part of those roles. Mostly, it's about how you view the world and yourself, how you interact with other people, most especially your soulmate. Please, read the notes before starting this story.

Lamb and Martyr by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (@dsudis) (Stucky, Explicit, 39,589 words)

Summary: "You could, though," Steve said. "If you were willing to hurt me."

Tie Me Down, Set Me Free by AzureTiger (@azuretiger) (Thundershield, Explicit, 10,855 words)

Summary: It’s always important to maintain a healthy work-life schedule. Steve isn't very good at that, and needs to learn when to stop. People learn in different ways, and Thor is more than happy to give a hands-on lesson.

[relevant-catnik]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, Sarah Rogers & Steve Rogers Characters: Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, joseph rogers (mentioned), Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Canon Compliant, (mostly at least), (if Marvel can’t decide which year MCU Bucky was born in then I’m left to my own devices), Angst with a Happy Ending, (Whump with a happy ending more like), scarlet fever, and mentions of the things it entails, nothing too detailed though, Illustrations, (said illustrations are mine), (please don’t use them without my permission), This is about Steve I promise, most of it is just told through Sarah’s eyes, Salt and Light Summary:

The year is 1927. The Great War is old news, the Twenties are roaring, and the Great Depression is still several years away.

A widowed Sarah Rogers is doing the best she can to both raise her son and pay the rent on time, while eight-year-old Steve is navigating the ups and downs of school.

Neither one of them expected scarlet fever to get thrown into the mix.

———

Not my fic, but this is lovely and the fact that it only has 2 dozen hits is criminal.

[dreamchangelive]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Love, Steve Feels, Tony Feels, Smut, Dom Steve Rogers, Bottom Tony Stark, POV Steve Rogers, Consensual Kink, Boys In Love Series: Part 3 of Night Sky Summary:

A scene from Night Sky Chapter 13 when Steve returns from his walk. Let’s say this encounter helps him feel better after all.

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Bruce: When do you usually go to sleep? Tony: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Bonus:

Thor: I have nothing to do with your terrible sleep schedule.

[cinderella-ish]

that feeling when someone is going through your works list and leaving kudos on each fic as they read 🥰

[laughingsquid]

An Outdoor Model Train That Runs Along a Wooden Fence With a Snowplow to Keep Its Path Clear

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Christmassy Fic Titles Masterlist 2

part one

A Christmas Saved (ao3) - samptra steve/tony E, 9k

Summary: Cold hearted Tony Stark is about to get a lesson in what Christmas is all about.

A Lifetime Of Christmases (ao3) - Coffee_and_notebooks steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: One of the things that made Christmas so special for them was the traditions they had, what they could look forward to every year.

They had both always been those people that were absolutely obsessed with Christmas, getting excited well before Halloween and Thanksgiving, and getting excited all over again after the two occasions were over.

Or: Three Traditions Steve and Tony already had at Christmas and the One New Tradition they make.

A Very Barton Christmas (ao3) - angelshotgun T, 5k

Summary: It’s nearly Christmas when Kate breaks her leg and Clint totes her back to the Barton Family Farm to heal. Hijinks ensue.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me (ao3) - kahn steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: Steve walked into his apartment to find Tony sitting on his kitchen counter, cross-legged, facing the door and flicking his thumbs against the screen of his futuristic phone in a way that meant he was either playing a game or hacking the security of some undoubtedly highly dangerous and deeply hostile organization.

“Hi, Honey!” Tony trilled without looking up. “Welcome back!”

Steve comes home.

Christmas wishes and so on (ao3) - naturegirlrocks loki/tony N/R, 4k

Summary: Tony wants to give Loki a gift, but it seems like he might get one instead.

Closed For the Holidays (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony E, 6k

Summary: Tony just wants to spend Christmas with his boyfriend.

evergreen (ao3) - OnlyForward G, 24k

Summary: the story of how Tony Stark is Scrooge reincarnated and how Peter Parker is determined to change that

ft. civil war angst, tony being lonely as fuck, fun christmas activities and a nice happy ending perfect for the holiday season

Festive (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: It was almost Christmas, that was pretty exciting. It was going to be the second Christmas Bucky and Steve were going to spend together. Now that they are in the twenty first century they don’t have to worry about not being able to afford each other gifts or worry that the lights will rack up their electricity bill so high that they won’t eat for the next month.

They’re able to watch the snow fall, watch holiday movies, spend time together in a warm, comfy apartment. They were together and celebrating together, it was everything they could ever dream of… Too bad Steve had to go out and be a bad boy.

Find Ourselves in the Winter Snow (ao3) - rainpaint leo/jemma T, 6k

Summary: After a whirlwind of packing and rushing to the airport and literally running to board the plane, two small children who think the entire thing is great fun in tow, here they are. An hour from Jemma’s parents’ house, which is still too far for her mum, who doesn’t drive in a centimeter of snow, much less the several that likely cover every road between here and Sheffield.

So in all likelihood they’re stuck at the airport. With two small children. The night before Christmas Eve.

Five Golden Rings (ao3) - ripavengers steve/tony N/R, 1k

Summary: The five rings of life help make a relationship last, for Steve and Tony anyway.

Five Times Clint and Natasha Ended Up Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - AlliSnow clint/natasha G, 4k

Summary: New York, Austria, Morocco, Cleveland, and back to New York.

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like a Hallmark Christmas Movie (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil G, 13k

Summary: Phil Coulson is determined to get the big promotion; all he needs to do is spend a few days in a small town to close the deal then he’ll be back in the Big Apple. Doesn’t matter that it’s two days before Christmas or that his best friend, Nick Fury, believes schmaltzy Hallmark movies are real life, he is not going to meet a handsome guy, fall madly in love, and move to the middle of nowhere.

Enter Clint Barton, dog trainer who runs a senior dog sanctuary and has biceps to die for.

Add a business mystery to solve.

Phil just might discover his happily ever after after all.

Mistletoe (ao3) - CaptainJimothyCarter peggy/steve G, 3k

Summary: Steve cannot lie to save his life, especially to his girlfriend whose whole career is built on the ability to lie. His mother’s yearly Christmas dinner will be a bit different this year and not just because Chester Phillips is officially his stepfather.

on the first day of christmas … (ao3) - GettingGreyer yelena/kate E, 7k

Summary: Natasha wants to make up for all the hardship in Yelena’s life, so she attempts to give her back Christmas–like the ones they had in Ohio. Only, Yelena is no longer a little girl, but a grown woman, so Natasha has to give Yelena a suitable gift for the woman Yelena has become. A pretty young woman seems like the perfect gift!

On This Winter’s Night (ao3) - athena4lynn G, 6k

Summary: Five Times Clint Barton Found Something He Needed In A Church On Christmas Eve

Secret Santa (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 8k

Summary: Clint has a secret Christmas project. Phil finds out about it.

The 12 Days of Steve’s Secret Santa (ao3) - pizzagirl darcy/steve T, 12k

Summary: A Secret Santa gift exchange is organized, with the aid of JARVIS, to include the Avengers & friends. Everyone is pretty excited with their ‘Santees’, but none moreso than Darcy. She hopes to pull off her ambitious ideas. Steve’s gifts leave him amused and slightly confused, especially when he sees who is delivering them.

Tony’s Christmas Carol (ao3) - kickcows pepper/tony G, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark was a mean, crotchety miser. He never felt he was doing wrong, until three spirits came to visit him on Christmas Eve, showing him otherwise. Or, a retelling of ‘A Christmas Carol’ set in the Marvel universe.

Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - Tutselutse bucky/darcy N/R, 4k

Summary: Jane looked at Darcy after taking a long sip of coffee, smiling a very pleased smile before asking: “How’s it going with the cute neighbor?” Darcy couldn’t control the stupid grin that spread across her face and the small blush in her cheeks as she answered: “Barnes? I saw him today, but being late and all, I couldn’t stop and flirt. He looked so cute, his hair and scarf filled with snow”. —–

Darcy is kind of crushing on her neighbor. She also has weird friends. And, it’s Christmas.

“Our landlord really went all out with the mistletoe, huh? AU”

When the Snow Melts (ao3) - emptydistractions steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: It’s the first time Bucky’s been off suppressants in nearly a century and all Steve wants is for his mate to be okay. Luckily, Christmas Eve has a little surprise in store for them.

[m4rv3l-girl]

I was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader where the reader is like, detached to the real world and doesn't have any interests or anything and seems as if they've almost given up, but bucky comes in and softly brings her back to the real world? I've been having a really hard time lately, I've been told I'm not even showing emotion anymore, and I just feel like bucky would be good at helping with that

Anchored In You

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: Some hurt/comfort vibes.

The apartment was silent, other than the faint hum of the refrigerator.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, striping the floor in uneven patterns. Y/N sat on the couch, legs curled beneath her, staring at a muted television screen. The remote rested on the coffee table within reach, but she hadn’t bothered to touch it in days. A thin layer of dust on the surface was the only evidence of time passing.

When Bucky knocked, the sound startled her. She blinked, her gaze shifting to the door, but she didn’t move.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft, familiar, and laced with concern.

A pang of guilt pricked at her chest, but it wasn’t enough to motivate her to get up.

A few moments later, the door clicked open. Bucky’s face appeared, his brows drawn together in a mix of worry and relief. “Hey, Doll. You didn’t answer.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t hear you.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “You okay?”

Y/N didn’t reply, her eyes drifting back to the TV. She felt the cushion shift as Bucky sat beside her, his presence warm and grounding.

“Y/N,” he said gently, “you’ve been quiet lately. What’s going on?”

She hesitated, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Bucky studied her for a moment, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t one to push, but the distance in her eyes struck a chord deep within him.

“Can I do anything to help?” he asked, his tone tender.

Y/N shrugged again. “I don’t know.”

The truth was, she didn’t know. She hadn’t felt like herself in weeks. Days blurred together, and the effort to engage with the world felt insurmountable.

Bucky nodded slowly, his metal hand brushing against hers. “Okay. How about we start with something small?”

Her gaze flicked to his, curiosity flickering in the depths of her apathy. “Like what?”

“Let’s go outside. Just for a walk. Fresh air might help,” he suggested, his blue eyes earnest.

She frowned. “I don’t know, Bucky…”

“Just a quick one,” he coaxed. “If you hate it, we’ll come back.”

After a long pause, Y/N finally nodded. “Alright. Just for a little while.”

They walked in silence at first, the crisp autumn air brushing against their skin. The park was alive with the sound of children laughing, leaves crunching beneath footsteps, and dogs barking in the distance. Bucky stayed close to her side, his pace matching hers.

“You see that kid over there?” he asked, pointing to a little boy struggling to catch a bright red balloon that had slipped from his grasp.

Y/N followed his gaze, her lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smile as the boy’s dad swooped in to grab the string. “Yeah.”

“Reminds me of something Steve did once,” Bucky said, his voice warm with nostalgia. “We were at Coney Island, and he—” He stopped himself, glancing at her. “Sorry. Am I boring you?”

“No,” she said quietly, her tone surprising even herself. “Tell me about Steve.”

Bucky’s lips quirked into a small smile, the kind of smile that spoke of memories cherished and bittersweet. “Alright. There was this one time we were at Coney Island—probably 1939 or so—and Steve had his heart set on winning one of those giant stuffed bears at a carnival game.”

Y/N turned her head slightly, a hint of curiosity sparking in her otherwise distant gaze. “The kind where you have to throw the baseballs at the bottles?”

“Exactly. And let me tell you, Steve was no pitcher,” Bucky said, chuckling. “But he was so damn determined. He spent every dime he had trying to knock over those bottles, and he barely even grazed one.”

Y/N’s lips twitched. “Sounds like him.”

“It was,” Bucky said, his grin widening. “But here’s the kicker—Steve being Steve, he didn’t quit. He started sweet-talking the guy running the booth, saying things like, ‘You know, I think that bear’s too heavy to win anyway. You’d probably sell more tickets if you had a smaller prize.’”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Did it work?”

“Oh, it worked,” Bucky said, laughing. “The guy got so fed up, he handed Steve a bear just to shut him up. Steve strutted around with that thing all day like he’d conquered the world.”

The mental image made Y/N’s lips finally curve into a soft, genuine smile. “What happened to the bear?”

Bucky’s expression softened. “He gave it to a little girl he saw crying near the boardwalk. Said it’d mean more to her than to him.”

Y/N looked down, her fingers brushing her sleeve. “That sounds like Steve.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said quietly. “He had a way of making the world seem brighter. Just like you can, Y/N.”

Her head tilted, her eyes meeting his, and for the first time in days, the weight on her chest felt just a little lighter.

Over the next week, Bucky visited every day. Sometimes he brought coffee, sometimes groceries, and sometimes just himself. He didn’t push her to talk if she didn’t feel like it, but his presence was steady, like an anchor.

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One evening, he found her staring out the window, her arms wrapped around herself.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

“I just… don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like I’m here, but I’m not really living.”

Bucky approached her slowly, his hands in his pockets. “I get it, Doll. I’ve been there.”

She glanced at him, skepticism clouding her features. “You? You’re always so… put together.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Hardly. There were years when I didn’t think I deserved to live at all. But you know what helped?”

“What?”

“People who didn’t give up on me,” he said, his gaze steady. “Sam, Steve… they kept showing up, even when I pushed them away. And now…” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now I get to be that person for you.”

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Bucky started introducing small routines into her life. A walk in the morning, coffee at a nearby café, a movie night once a week. He encouraged her to try new things, even if they seemed trivial.

One afternoon, he brought over a sketchbook and pencils. “I remember you mentioned you used to draw,” he said, placing them on the table.

“That was a long time ago,” she murmured, eyeing the supplies warily.

“So? No one says you have to be Picasso. Just… see what happens.”

Hesitantly, she picked up a pencil. The first few strokes felt awkward, but as she continued, something shifted. Her hand moved with more confidence, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a spark of something—something close to joy.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N began to feel more like herself. She laughed more, smiled more, and even teased Bucky when he burned dinner one night.

“You’re the worst cook I’ve ever met,” she said, trying to stifle her giggles.

“Hey, I resent that!” he retorted, grinning. “I make a mean bowl of cereal.”

Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but join in.

One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“For not giving up on me,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Never, Doll. You’re stuck with me.”

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she belonged.

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Hey! Really hope you liked this and it made things better even just a little. I wrote it a little differently - more of a selection of examples of how our darling Bucky would help. It made sense to me 🤷‍♀️

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Shits and Giggles

You and Logan get drunk together and get caught by Xavier.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

“I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had,” you giggled, waving the half-empty beer bottle in your hand like it was some kind of trophy. The world felt a little off-kilter, the living room spinning just slightly as you leaned against Logan on the couch.

Logan, slouched back with his legs stretched out and another empty bottle at his feet, glanced over at you, his lips curling into a lopsided grin. “Sweetheart,” he slurred, his words tinged with a hiccup, “I think we both gave up on countin' somewhere between… hell, I don’t even know.”

You snorted, dissolving into another fit of laughter that made your shoulders shake. “Between 'hell' and 'I don’t even know,'” you echoed, the absurdity of it striking you as the funniest thing in the world. “That’s gotta be at least… five?”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for another bottle on the coffee table, nearly knocking over a half-eaten bowl of pretzels in the process. “Five? Try ten,” he shot back, popping the cap off with a quick twist of his wrist. “You’re lightweight compared to me.” He took a swig, then glanced sideways at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Remember when you tried to out-drink me that one time?”

You burst into laughter again, nearly spilling your drink. “Oh my God, yes! I thought I could handle whiskey,” you said, still giggling as you shook your head. “And then I ended up singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' on the pool table.”

Logan snorted, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest. “Yeah, you were ‘Galileo’-ing so hard, I thought you were gonna fall off.” He pointed at you with the neck of his beer bottle, his grin widening. “I’ve never seen anyone get that passionate about Freddie Mercury.”

“Well,” you said, trying to compose yourself but failing as another hiccup escaped, “Freddie Mercury is worth the passion.”

You both dissolved into another round of laughter, so loud that the quiet mansion seemed to echo with it, the kind of laughter that left your sides hurting and tears forming at the corners of your eyes. It felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of you—your private little universe of bad jokes and too many drinks.

Logan wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling. “We gotta be the loudest drunks in history,” he murmured, his voice low and amused. “Pretty sure we just woke up half the neighborhood.”

“Hey, it’s not our fault the living room has such good acoustics,” you said, hiccuping again, then letting out a laugh that quickly turned into a snort. “Plus, if the mansion was really soundproof like Xavier claims, we’d be fine.”

As if on cue, Xavier wheeled in, looking every bit the stern headmaster despite the lateness of the hour. His brows were raised in a mixture of amusement and disapproval. “And what, may I ask, is the cause of all this ruckus?” he said, his voice calm but carrying that unmistakable tone of authority.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, trying—and failing—to stifle your laughter. “Professor!” you said, eyes wide as you tried to sit up straighter. “Uh, we were just… um…”

“Studying the effects of… alcohol on… something,” Logan added, attempting to sound serious but breaking into a grin halfway through the sentence. “Purely scientific. For… education.”

Xavier sighed, shaking his head as he looked between the two of you. “At this hour? In the middle of the living room?” His lips quirked slightly like he was fighting the urge to smile. “You do realize there are other people in this mansion who require sleep?”

You bit your lip, trying to look contrite but still giggling. “Sorry, Professor,” you said, though your voice wobbled with barely contained laughter. “We’ll keep it down. Pinky promise.” You held up your little finger as if to seal the deal.

Logan glanced at you, then back at Xavier, and without missing a beat, extended his own pinky in a solemn gesture. “Swear on it,” he said, the grin still tugging at his lips.

Xavier shook his head again, a hint of a smile breaking through his stern expression. “I suppose I’ll let it slide this time,” he said, turning his chair toward the door. “But if I hear another rendition of 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' you’ll be on kitchen duty for the rest of the month.”

As soon as he left the room, you and Logan exchanged a look before breaking into laughter all over again, doubling over as you clinked your bottles together. “Kitchen duty,” you gasped, wiping tears from your eyes. “I can’t even make toast without setting off the smoke alarm.”

Logan’s deep laughter echoed through the room once more as he reached over to pull you closer, his arm slipping around your shoulders. “Guess that’s one more reason to behave,” he said, his voice still rough with amusement. “But I gotta admit, darlin’, there’s nobody I’d rather get scolded with.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the laughter finally started to die down, leaving a warm, fuzzy contentment in its wake. “Likewise,” you murmured, your voice softened by the alcohol and the comfort of his warmth. “We really are a bad influence on each other, huh?”

Logan chuckled, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Maybe,” he said quietly, “but I’d say we’re a damn good time.”

[navybrat817]

Double Shift

Pairing: Chop Shop Mechanic!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky helps you unwind after you work a double shift.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Established relationship, slight insecurities, bit of backstory, dirty talk, mild smut, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: @nixakimbo was kind enough to gift me with this GORGEOUS edit and I had to create a new AU. Sorry, lovelies? @tavners , this is for you. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You dropped your bag the moment you walked through the door. Your feet ached despite the comfortable shoes, and your head throbbed with each passing second. Groaning, you dragged yourself to the couch, collapsing into it like it was the only place you’d ever wanted to be. Working doubles was exhausting, but this? This was something else entirely.

It was a long day in a series of long days, but now you had a chance to relax.

Reaching for the nearby pillow, you inhaled deeply, a smile tugging at your lips. Instead of the usual fresh scent of your couch, you caught the familiar, warm fragrance of your boyfriend’s cologne. He must have spritzed it before leaving for work. It was like leaning into him and your shoulder relaxed more, even though you wished he were really there.

The sound of the door creaking open a few minutes later told you that your wish had been granted.

“Aww. Long day, baby?” Bucky cooed from the doorway, spotting you sprawled out with no intention of moving to greet him. “You know your bag’s on the ground?”

“Mm-hmm.” You rubbed your temples slowly. “You know I worked a double, right? I’m lucky I made it to the couch.”

His soft chuckle reached your ears as he set his keys down and picked up your bag. “I know and I’m sorry. You work really hard.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead once he reached the couch. “I wish you didn't have to.”

You turned your head, the throbbing in your temples easing when your eyes met his. His black tank top fit him perfectly, complementing the tattoos that stretched across his neck and arms. The skulls and flowers, symbols of death and hope, told stories of his past. Stories he didn't have to tell you about, but he did anyway and you were happy to know every detail. As captivating as the ink was, it was his blue eyes that held you. In them, you saw your future, bright and full of love.

“That’s life. And you work hard, too,” you reminded him.

“Yeah. My job is so honorable,” he mumbled, making a mess of his hair as he ran a hand through it. “I’m really making a difference in the world.”

You frowned sympathetically. Bucky was a gifted mechanic, but his family was dealt a bad hand and he did what he had to do to take care of his younger sister. “And you’ll be out of there soon.”

Once he finished paying off Becca's medical bills, he could quit. That day was getting closer and closer. And one day he’d open his own shop, too, a legitimate shop. You wanted to stand beside him when that dream came true. Becca would be so proud.

Both of you wanted the best for Bucky.

He sighed, sinking to his knees and resting his hands on your thighs. You could see the gray peppering his scruff and you couldn’t help but reach out to run your nails through it. The sound of his groan made you smile, so you did it again.

“I just wanna give you the world,” he whispered, turning his head and kissing your palm. “You know that, right?”

“You already do,” you whispered back, his eyes softening. You had a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and his love in your heart. It was all you needed. “But you know, I could-”

Bucky put a finger to your lips to stop you. “I know what you're going to say and we’re not selling your dad's car.”

You smiled sadly. Your dad’s car was a classic and could get Bucky the money he needed, but he turned the offer down each time you brought it up. He didn't want you to give up one of the only things you had left of your dad. “I won't say a word tonight.”

But you could try again tomorrow.

“Thank you.” He took your hand and kissed your palm again. “You up for a ride later?”

“I don’t think I’m moving from this spot tonight,” you half smiled. “But we can tomorrow.”

“You don’t wanna go for a ride tonight?” he asked, surprise laced in his voice. You usually jumped at the chance to ride his motorcycle with him.

“Feet and head hurt a little,” you admitted, touching his cheek as concern etched his features. “I’m fine, really. Nothing for you to make a fuss about, but I won't turn you down if you want to dote on me.”

“Baby,” he sighed, slipping your shoes off. You gasped when he began massaging the sole of your right foot, the gentle pressure making your body sink deeper into the couch. By the time he switched to your left foot, you were practically melting. “That better?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, combing your fingers through his dark hair. He always took care of you. “I swear, you have magic hands.”

“Oh, I have more than magic hands,” he winked, your heart skipping a beat. “And you know what’s good for headaches?”

“Bucky…” you smiled. There was a warning in your voice, but you couldn't help the amusement in your eyes.

“Yes, me,” he grinned. “I’m very good at helping with headaches and you know it.”

Your smile widened. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, so making you come all over my face before I cook you dinner was not what you meant and will not help your headache?” he asked, his voice deep, dripping with desire.

Whatever ache you felt in your body all went straight to your pussy. A deep, throbbing ache that cried out for him to soothe it since he was the cause. “Is making melt on your tongue as my reward for working a double?”

He smirked at your breathy tone. “That’s exactly what it is.” He didn’t need to ask you to lift your hips when he reached for the waistband of your pants and pulled them off with your underwear. Your body moved on instinct for him, fluid and in sync. “I can feed you right here and carry you to bed, too.”

“I’m too big and heavy for you to carry me,” you teased. His eyes flashed, and before you could react, he leaned down unexpectedly, sinking his teeth into your thigh. Your mouth fell open from the sting, but it felt good, too. “Hey!” You shrieked.

“You’re not big. You’re not heavy. You’re perfect,” he snarled, brushing his tongue along the teeth marks. You wanted his mark all over you. “I’ll blame that remark on how tired you are right now from work.”

Framing his face to lift his head, you met his lips in a soft kiss, hoping to convey how much it meant to you that he saw you as beautiful. How touched you were that he always put your care and feelings first. As scary as he looked to others, you knew the man inside. The one with a heart full of passion.

“I’m not perfect,” you whispered against his lips, gasping when he nibbled your bottom lip. A second bite for once again downplaying yourself. “But I’m perfect for you.”

“You think so?” he asked quietly.

“I know so,” you said, biting his bottom lip for good measure.

He thought you were too good for him some days, and you were quick to shut that down. A good man wouldn’t have taken care of his sister the way he did, and he wouldn’t love you wholeheartedly if he was less of a good person than you. His current profession didn’t define him, and you refused to let him believe it did.

“I...” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Love...” You shivered when he kissed the other corner. “You.”

A flame lit within your heart. His tender touches and words burned you from the inside out. “I love you, too,” you managed to whisper before his lips covered yours again.

Fresh arousal washed over you when he smiled and kissed down your body. “Now let me show you with my mouth how much I love you,” he simpered, parting your legs to open for him. “Might die if I don’t get my mouth on you and you wouldn’t want that, would you? And we need to get rid of your headache.”

You moaned, also feeling like you’d die if he didn’t touch you. “Do I get your cock, too? It’s a pretty bad headache you need to help me get rid of,” you teased. If your pain actually persisted, he’d make you take something and insist on you resting. And maybe it was selfish to ask for more than one orgasm, but you both knew he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to rock your world.

“Before and after dinner,” he promised, his pupils dialting as he stared between your trembling thighs. “Fuck, I missed you today,” he groaned.

“Missed me or my pussy?” you asked, certain that you were going to soak the cushion beneath you and you didn’t care as long as he got you off. “Because we both missed you.”

He smirked, his hand inching up your thigh. “Of course, you missed me. Who else would make you come as hard as I do?”

Cocky was a good look on him, but you could play a little, too. “Well…” Your coy smile had him raising his eyebrow. “If you really want to know, there’s-” You threw your head back with a cry as Bucky’s head dipped down to taste you, effectively cutting off your teasing.

It wouldn’t take long for you to coat his fingers and tongue with your release. It never did with him. He’d make you taste yourself when he kissed you after so you could fully appreciate the orgasm he gave you. He wouldn’t give you any reprieve when he’d bend you over the couch and sink his cock into your sensitive pussy. Your sounds would be erotic music to his ears, just like his words were music to yours.

“Grind that pussy back against me. Show me how much you crave my cock.”

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy for me to fuck and fill.”

“Don’t you dare rub your clit. You wanna come? I’ll make you come.”

“Oh, you don’t have to beg for me to come inside you. I’ll give it to you.”

You’d scream his name in ecstasy and pass out in his arms from the best kind of exhaustion. You’d wake up to him kissing your forehead and holding you upright so he could hand feed you a delicious meal. You’d smile when he told you how much he loved you and that he'd be free of the chop shop soon. And you’d tell him you loved him, too, before he fucked you all over again.

It was going to be a good night.

Appreciate you lovelies indulging me like always and hope to share more when I can. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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The Flag

I snapped and posted on A03

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