A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo flash fiction valentines event Thor Prompt- Decorating Cupcakes
The kitchen smelled of vanilla and melted chocolate, a warm, decadent scent that filled the air as you stood at the counter, piping pink buttercream onto freshly baked cupcakes. You barely had time to react before a large, warm presence loomed behind you, an unmistakable chuckle rolling through the air like distant thunder.
"You’re truly a vision, love," Thor murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Covered in flour, your lips pink with sugar… utterly delectable."
You huffed, trying to ignore the heat curling through you at the sound of his voice. “If you’re not here to help, go away, Thor.”
A large hand travel your waist, fingertips brushing the bare strip of skin where your shirt had ridden up. “But I wish to help My Lady,” he said, pressing in just enough for you to feel the solid wall of his chest against your back. His voice dropped, rich with mischief. “Tell me, what does one do when decorating cupcakes?”
You swallowed, pulse kicking up a notch. “Piping. Sprinkling. Not getting in my way.”
Thor hummed, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. “Mmm, I rather like the sound of piping.” He plucked the piping bag from your hands, effortlessly maneuvering around you to squeeze out a messy swirl of frosting onto the next cupcake. It was a disaster—clumsy and uneven, dripping over the edge like molten sugar.
You burst into laughter. “God, Thor, that’s—”
Before you could finish, he swiped his finger through the excess buttercream and, with a smirk, brought it to your lips. "Taste."
Your breath hitched. His blue eyes darkened, tracking the way your lips parted for him, the way your tongue flicked out, tentative at first, then slow, deliberate. You wrapped your lips around his finger, sucking lightly, tasting the sweet vanilla on his skin.
Thor groaned, low and deep, his pupils dilating. "You are teasing me, little one."
You let his finger slip free with a wet pop, a coy smile playing at your lips. "What if I am?"
Lightning flashed in his eyes. Without warning, his hands hoisted you up onto the counter. Your gasp was swallowed by his kiss, hot and hungry, his beard scratching deliciously against your skin. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting sugar and heat, while his hands roamed, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.
The forgotten piping bag slipped to the side, frosting smearing across the counter as Thor's kisses trailed lower. His mouth pressed against your jaw, your throat, until he reached the sensitive spot, where he nipped.
"You taste sweeter than any confection, my love," he murmured, hands pushing up your shirt, palms searing against your bare skin.
You arched into him, fingers tangling in his golden hair as he pressed you down against the counter, the heat between you simmering into something molten.
Additional tags: This is my entry for the @avengers-assemble-bingo Valentine’s event with the prompt:
“Sweetheart.”
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The sound of rain hitting the window lulled you as you lazily flipped through a book on the couch.
Knuckles rapped softly on the door. You got up curiously, not expecting visitors. As you opened it, a familiar figure appeared before you, his hair damp and his leather jacket covered with water droplets.
“Steve... what are you doing here? “ You asked, surprised.
“I'm sorry,” he replied, ”I didn't mean to interrupt, but... I needed to see you.”
You let him pass, feeling the weight of his gaze as he removed his jacket. It wasn't the first time he had arrived unannounced, but his expression was different this time.
“Everything okay? “you asked softly.
Steve looked at you for a moment before sighing and running a hand through his blond hair.
“Sometimes... the world feels too heavy. And when that happens, there's only one place I want to go. “ He didn't take his eyes off you. “Here. With you.”
You moved closer to him, taking his hand in yours. His skin was cold and wet from the rain.
“You don't have to carry everything alone,” you whispered.
He laced his fingers with yours and smiled slightly.
“I know. That's why I come to you, sweetheart. You're the only thing in this world that makes me feel... at home,” he confessed.
Before you could respond, Steve leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. His eyes closed for a moment; he could finally be at ease.
“Thank you for letting me stay here,” he murmured.
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All my entries for @avengers-assemble-bingo Avengers Assemble Bingo events:
Sweetheart
Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo
Card 4B015.
The Soldier and the Secretary
A birthday to remember
“4 times you planned Bucky and Steve's Birthday; 1 they planned yours.”
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Todas mis entradas para los eventos de Vengadores Unidos Bingo:
Cariño
Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo
Carta 4B015.
El Soldado y la Secretaria
Un cumpleaños para recordar
4 veces planeaste el cumpleaños de Bucky y Steve; 1 vez que ellos planearon el tuyo
N/A: Esta es mi entrada para el evento de San Valentín de Vengadores Unidos con la frase:
“Sweetheart.”
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El sonido de la lluvia golpeando la ventana te arrullaba mientras hojeabas un libro en el sofá con pereza.
Unos nudillos golpearon suavemente la puerta. Te levantaste con curiosidad, sin esperar visitas. Al abrir, una figura familiar apareció ante ti, con el cabello húmedo y la chaqueta de cuero cubierta de gotas de agua.
—Lo siento —él respondió—. No quería interrumpir, pero… necesitaba verte.
Lo dejaste pasar, sintiendo el peso de su mirada mientras se quitaba la chaqueta. No era la primera vez que llegaba sin previo aviso, pero esta vez su expresión era diferente.
—¿Todo bien? —preguntaste con suavidad.
Steve te miró por un instante antes de suspirar y pasar una mano por su cabello rubio.
—A veces… el mundo se siente demasiado pesado. Y cuando eso pasa, solo hay un lugar al que quiero ir. —no quitaba su mirada de encima de ti—. Aquí. Contigo.
Te acercaste a él, tomando su mano entre las tuyas. Su piel estaba fría y húmeda por la lluvia.
—No tienes que cargar con todo solo —susurraste.
Él entrelazó sus dedos con los tuyos y sonrió levemente.
—Lo sé. Por eso vengo a ti, cariño. Eres lo único en este mundo que me hace sentir… como en casa —confesó.
Antes de que pudieras responder, Steve se inclinó y apoyó su frente contra la tuya. Sus ojos se cerraron por un instante, por fin pudiera estar tranquilo.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 499
Warnings: Fluff | Mutual Pining | Friends-to-lovers trope | One searing kiss | Language | Lemme know if I'm missing anything.
A/N: This teeny blurb is for the Valentine's Event Flash Fic! @avengers-assemble-bingo Thank you for hosting this fun event, guys! 🩷✨👏🏻 Prompt: Dinner Together. Gosh! It feels like ages since I wrote--I barely wrote anything all week with so much going on. Anyhoo, I’m glad I got this little blurb done, and look! I even managed to keep it under 500 words. 🙂↕️🫣 This is unedited, but I’ll edit it as soon as I can!
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Indulge Away!
"You lost your phone?" Bucky cornered you against your bedroom door, and you flinched under his angry gaze.
You were ignoring him, rightfully so, after you spilled your guts about your crush and asked him on a date this morning--only for him to just stare at you. So, you casually shrugged off the one-sided conversation after three minutes of silence and fled.
"What're you doing here?" You squeaked, flustered by the closeness. He smelled so good and looked so sinful, dressed in a crisp white shirt and slacks. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you opened the door earlier.
"The hell is he doing here?" Bucky asked, gesturing wildly at the closed door behind you.
When Bucky walked inside, greeted by Thor and your little party of pop tarts and pizza, he was pissed and dragged you to your bedroom to talk.
You explained that Thor was staying for a day or two after a rift with Jane, and the Valentine's Day decorations at the compound were making him sad.
Bucky sighed in relief, pulling you closer until you had to crane your neck to see him. God, he looked heavenly from every angle. You suddenly felt self-conscious and underdressed. In your loose, 'I don't give a rat's ass' t-shirt (with an image of a rat holding a donkey) and shorts, you looked weird before the fine-looking Adonis standing in front of you.
"Bucky..." you whimpered, as his one hand squeezed your waist, pulling you closer, while the other cradled your jaw and tilted your chin up.
"Why are you ignoring me?" he murmured against your skin, placing a soft kiss that made your heart race.
"I'm not..." you managed to say. He scoffed, raising his brow.
Bucky spoke, breaking the silence, "I've been mustering the courage to ask you out, but you beat me to it. Before I could even respond, you took off."
"What?" you squeaked.
He nodded, grinning shyly, and you narrowed your eyes, not quite believing him.
"Are you pitying me to save me heartbreak, Buck?" Before you could finish, he angled you and captured your lips in a soft kiss.
"You're stupidly oblivious, doll," he groaned against your lips, then kissed you harder, growling as he explored your mouth. You moaned, clutching his pristine white shirt.
He lifted you effortlessly, prompting you to wrap your legs around him as he pushed you against the door, deepening the kiss.
You could feel him hardening against you, making you moan lewdly into his mouth.
"I'm hungry." Thor's voice and violent knocks startled you.
Sighing, you tried to steady your breathing, placing a few kisses on Bucky's stubbled jaw.
"Thunder's hungry. Let's go eat some pizza. We'll get ice cream later," Bucky whispered before kissing you once more.
You never imagined your first date with Bucky would be you, him, and Thor eating pizza while binge-watching LOTR. Thor would go on to recount this story to many, including your baby girl a few years later.
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