#and it's about bucky/steve like??? didn't have that on my bingo card for this year

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HBO literally waterboarded Hannah Waddingham for game of thrones so like trying to pit ships as marvel vs hbo is some BS.

dude the post you're referring to literally said refrain from harassment

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The Ultimate Risk - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Word Count: 5535

Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?

Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)

The Ultimate Risk Masterlist

A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo 

Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta writers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @gremlin-girly. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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The next morning you woke up with a smile on your face. You couldn’t believe the night you had with Bucky going out and dressing up. Him getting you a new place to live and to top it off, a brand new car. Things like this don’t happen to people like you but here you were; being spoiled by a billionaire.

It didn’t help that Bucky was handsome. Although he was ten years older, the age gap didn't bother you. You loved the touch of gray in his dark hair and the specks in his beard. The salt-and-pepper look made him look more desirable. Wait, did you just think of him being desirable? Ugh, get it together. You were friends, not lovers. But a small part of you began to wonder; what if you became something more than friends?

The sudden ache between your legs made you squeeze your thighs together hopelessly, trying to relieve it. The things you would let him do to you... You shake your head pushing the thoughts away with a huff of frustration, forcing yourself out of your bed to take a shower, washing away all horny thoughts to get ready for schoolwork.

Once you were showered and dressed you grabbed your laptop. You climbed back into bed and started up the laptop. Looking at your phone, you see a missed text message. 

Bucky: Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well. I will be in a meeting today and was wondering if I could stop by later? Let me know.

You smile at his text, trying to contain your excitement as you hurriedly type back.

You: Hi Bucky, sorry I missed your text. I slept great last night and I’m getting ready for schoolwork as we speak. You can stop by whenever you want. Can’t wait to see you later. 😘 

You logged onto the school website and started to start working on the end of semester class work. There were two weeks left and now was the time to hunker down to get work done. Hopefully Bucky would understand that this needed to be done. 

Then, at the end of the semester, you were going to be moving into that beautiful house owned by Steve. You weren’t sure how you were going to pull everything off. All you did know is you would have more free time to spend with Bucky.

Bucky sat at the conference table in silence. You just wrote back to him and he smirked at your text. You couldn’t wait to see him later and you sent a kiss emoji. That made his stomach flip-flop for a second in excitement. He couldn’t wait to see you later as well.

Last night was amazing. He loved seeing you dressed up and beaming the whole time. He thought he'd maybe gone too far with that kiss to your shoulder but if anything you seemed fine with it, if not just as excited as him. You had managed to mesmerize him in every way; even on the days you were dressed down. There was just something about you that begged for adoration; and Bucky was more than willing to give it.

He knew you were going to be busy the next two weeks with school but gosh if he didn't find an attractive, intelligent woman who was set on creating her own path... and he loved that about you. He loved how hard you were working to fulfill your own goals. Create something more for yourself.

Bucky would plan his time with you around your schedule. Then, once the semester was over, he was thinking of taking you on a little getaway. He figured you both would need it. As his mind thinks of you, T’Challa’s voice interrupts his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Bucky asks his friend.

"You have her on your mind." T'Challa smirks knowingly at Bucky.

"I-" Bucky begins to protest but T'Challa continues.

"Are you about to tell me my presentation is making you smile like that? You're so happy with this year's projections that you're making goo-goo eyes at your phone?" T'Challa raises an eyebrow and Bucky shrinks in his seat. "I can always come back later to run the presentation by you. When you're less DISTRACTED."

“No, that won’t be necessary. You have my full attention now.” Bucky places his phone in his suit pocket and focuses on the presentation.

It was late afternoon by the time you finished your first draft, got through some other bits and pieces, and are now giving yourself a well-deserved break. You’ve never been this productive before you met Bucky. Suddenly, you got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: I heard you were the belle of the charity ball last night. I was told your old man kept you close. Tell me, what is a pathetic whore like yourself hanging around the city’s most eligible bachelor?

You: I don’t know who you are but I’m not a whore. Now kindly fuck off. 🖕🏻

You are angry and confused by the text message you have gotten from this unknown person. Who would want to send this type of message to you?

Unknown: Now, now. That’s no way to speak to someone who is holding all the cards. Bet the tabloids would love to hear how you're whoring yourself out for money.

You: Again I’m not whoring myself out for money. Bucky is a friend. I don’t know who you are but I’m blocking you. Fuck off asshole.

Quickly you hit the block button before they could respond. You stuffed your phone under a pillow. Your breathing is erratic as you struggle to calm yourself down. Tears swarm your eyes as you try to count to ten to get your anxiety to calm down. Who would be so vile to write something like that to you? It’s not like you had any friends or family who knew of your arrangement. It was an arrangement between you and Bucky; only you both knew about it, right? Wait... his banker and attorney both know. So did Steve. What if they told someone about your arrangement? Had Bucky elaborated to any of them? Sam would have to keep his client intelligent stum, but Tony and Steve you couldn't be certain. Although, you didn't see Steve as the tattling type; ESPECIALLY when you were going to be renting his home.

Regardless, the situation was that SOMEONE knew, and your breathing became more and more erratic as you became trapped in your own head. You barely heard the knock at the door.

You gasped and wheezed as you tried to ignore the knocking. Finally, on a third knock you heard, “Sweetheart, it’s me open up.” Dashing out of bed you flung the door open and threw yourself at Bucky. He started to chuckle until he took in your features. “Sweetheart, talk to me.” When you shook your head he immediately picked you up and kicked the door shut behind him. 

He walked over to your couch and held you in his arms as he sat. Bucky started doing breathing exercises with you until you got your breathing under control. You clung to his suit as if your life depended on it. He held you for several minutes in silence as he rubbed your back. Finally, after a little bit, you sat up straight and wiped your eyes.

“Sorry, I had a panic attack on you.” You whispered, looking anywhere but at him.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart. Something obviously worked you up in a panic. Would you like to talk about it?” Bucky said softly.

"I had texts from an unknown number." You say quietly.

“Show them to me.” 

You got off his lap and went to your bedroom where you grabbed your phone from under a pillow. Walking back out to him you held it out for him to take and then took a seat next to him. Bucky was staring at the set of text messages from this unknown number. He read the texts and soon his blood was boiling.

Who in their right mind would text you saying such vile things to you? What did this person mean they were holding all the cards? Whoever this was, Bucky was going to use all his resources to find this person. What he wouldn’t give to have a conversation with them and set them straight after making his sweetheart cry. 

Bucky set the phone down on the coffee table and held his arms open for you. Slowly, you made your way into his arms again and held onto him. 

“You listen to me, sweetheart. You did the right thing by blocking the number. Whoever that was has no life and was just trying to scare you. You haven’t done anything wrong. Do you understand?”

Bucky looks into your eyes to see if you understand him and you nod your head. 

“We both know you’re not what they called you. This is a pure relationship with no expectations involved. You’re kind and deserve better than what was written to you. For now, push that out of your mind. You need to be able to focus on school these next two weeks.” Bucky insisted as he continued to hold you. 

“Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for understanding and comforting me. This means a lot to me.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing I will protect you. Now, I know you probably haven’t eaten much today so let’s order food and relax for the evening.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bucky took his suit jacket off and draped it over a chair. As usual, he rolls up his sleeves and reveals his many tattoos on his arms. He orders some sandwiches from a local Italian place not far from you and as you wait for them to be delivered, Bucky rests his left arm around your shoulders while you watch TV. His hand rubs up and down your upper arm making you want to snuggle closer, and you do, inhaling his delicious aftershave.

Your fingers play with his right hand for a moment and he watches as you bring his hand to your mouth slowly. Bucky sucks in a quiet breath as you tentatively kiss his knuckles, one by one.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” Bucky murmurs, dark blue eyes wide with disbelief as you smile up at him.

“Doing what you do all the time. You kiss my hand a lot and I’m returning the favor.” You say nonchalantly. 

“Is that so?”

You giggle, “Yeah.”

Bucky pulls you into his lap with you straddling him. What he wouldn’t give to kiss you right now. He promised himself that if anything you would be the one that had to instigate it first. He was a gentleman after all and this was supposed to be just a companionship. 

You stared down at him and couldn’t help the way you were feeling at this moment. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him as a thank you for everything, for how supportive he had been. But as you leaned down and he leaned up, the moment was ruined by a loud knock at the door. You both jumped and hesitantly laughed. 

You got off his lap as Bucky went to the door to pay. The moment was ruined. Any hope you had of kissing him tonight was gone.

You sighed as you went to the kitchen to get plates for you both. Placing your food on it you took your food into the living room followed by Bucky. The both of you talked and ate as you watched TV. The conversation was laid back and Bucky made you laugh at some jokes. Everything was going great as the hours passed. 

You were both lying down on the couch side by side snuggled together with the TV playing on low volume. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist holding you close to him. You started to slowly close your eyes as you relaxed into him. Never had you felt more relaxed or safe than you did at this moment.

Bucky could feel your body relaxing more and by the time he knew it you were softly sleeping. Your breathing was even and your body was pressed close. He let you be for the next thirty minutes just letting you get some rest. He smiled knowing this is what he wanted in the future. You lying in his arms without a care in the world.

Bucky knew you would be more comfortable in bed so he kissed your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “Sweetheart, it’s time to go to bed.”

You groaned out a huff making him chuckle. You were definitely cute when you slept. Getting out from behind you, careful not to disturb you, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to bed. 

Quietly, he made his way to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. As soon as he let you go you woke up. 

Looking up, you smiled at him. “Did I really fall asleep on you?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, you did about thirty minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you cause you looked so comfortable in my arms. I figured I would bring you to bed so you could sleep.”

You sit up and stretch your arms. “I appreciate it, Bucky. Let me walk you to the door so you can get home to your bed. I mean… unless you want to spend the night?”

Bucky smirked at your offer and blushed. His stomach did flips just at the thought of it. For now, it could wait. “I’m going to head home as I have an early morning ahead of me. Maybe next time though?” Bucky looks hopeful.

That made you grin. “Yes, next time would be great.”

Bucky walked to the chair to grab his suit jacket and then headed towards the door. You were following him and when he stopped he kissed your forehead. 

“I‘ll see you later, sweetheart.”

“Bye Bucky.”

The door opened and closed leaving you sighing against the door. There was no denying that there were sparks between you. Though, who would make the first move again you thought? After locking the door you head to your bedroom to change and climb into bed.

Bucky arrived home and put his keys on the table near the door. He headed to the bedroom to shower. Stepping into the hot shower, Bucky starts to replay the events of the evening.

He thinks about how close you were tonight and how you let him hold you. It’s been years since Bucky held someone in his arms and felt something for them. He didn’t want to let you go but knew you had a long couple of weeks ahead of you preparing for finals.

Then his mind wanders about the kiss that almost happened. You straddling his legs as you leaned in to kiss him. What he wouldn’t give to feel your lips against his. He would devour you and taste every part of you. Curse that delivery guy for showing up when he did.

He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. Bucky was still counting down the weeks until your finals were done. Then he would move you into your new place and whisk you away on a tropical vacation. 

Bucky hung the towel up after drying off and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs to pull on. Crawling into bed he thinks of what it would be like to sleep next to you. He did say that next time he would stay. That brought a smile to his face as he shuts the bedside lamp off and falls asleep thinking about the vacation he will take you on.

The next several days seem to fly by quickly. Between studying, papers, and exams you had no free time during the day. Bucky would stop by in the evenings bringing food with him so you could eat. He saw how much the stress was weighing on you and did his best to get you to relax. 

The week of finals started and you were taking exams every day except for Friday. When Friday came around you slept the day away trying to get the much needed rest you deserved. You couldn’t believe you were done with the semester and you had the summer off. This left your calendar open for Bucky. 

Around two in the afternoon, Bucky ended up texting you. You grabbed the phone to read the text.

Bucky: Hey sweetheart. Just checking in on you. Was wondering if you wanted to come to my place tonight and I’ll cook you dinner? Let me know how you’re feeling.

You: Hi Bucky. I’m actually doing good. Slept late today but totally needed it. I would love to come over tonight. I can’t believe you cook! Can’t wait to see you. Just give me a time and I’ll be there.

Bucky: How does 5 pm sound? I’m getting out early but need to stop by the store.

You: Sounds great. Do you want me to bring anything?

Bucky: Just yourself 😉

You: See you in a little bit 😘

You grin at the phone and giggle. He makes you feel special at times like this.

Climbing out of bed you got into the shower and got ready for your night ahead. You went through your normal routine of drying your hair and applied light makeup. Going to your closet you pull out a white dress with yellow flowers on it. 

Modeling in your mirror you were satisfied with how you look. You looked at the time and saw it was just after three. You had plenty of time to grab a book and read. It was one of your favorite series’ that had both thriller themes and smut sprinkled throughout.

You were at a particular part where the guy was confessing his feelings to the reader. You sigh at the romantic words on the paper and you hoped you would be in that situation one day. You wanted to be loved just like this character does.

You ended up reading several chapters by the time it was ready for you to leave. Putting the book down you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys then headed for the door. Making your way outside you climbed into your BMW and headed to his place.

The drive was five minutes longer due to traffic but you arrived at his place parking next to his Escalade. Getting out of the BMW you made your way to the elevator. Once inside you hit the button to his floor. You hum as it takes you to the top floor. When you arrive you ring his doorbell and wait for him to open the door.

A minute passes before the door opens and there stands Bucky grinning at you. He’s wearing a dark blue pair of jeans and a maroon Henley. 

His eyes sweep over you taking in your dress. “God sweetheart, you look gorgeous. Please come inside.” He motions with his arm for you to walk by. 

Noticing he is barefoot, you kick your sandals off at the door. He walks into his kitchen with you following and he pulls out a chair at the bar for you. 

“Would you like some wine?” Bucky asks.

“Yes, I will take a glass please.” You could use one after your week.

Bucky pours you both a glass of white wine and hands you the wine glass. “To good grades and time off.”

“Cheers.” You both clink the glasses together and take a sip.

“Well, I guess it’s time to show you my limited cooking skills.” Bucky chuckles as he starts to take the ingredients out and place them on the counter in front of him.

He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and gets to work. He chops vegetables up and places them in a pan. You watch in awe as you sit back and sip your wine, watching him flourish a bottle of something and hearing a sizzle in the pan. Now and then he sneaks a peek at you and smiles. 

“So I was wondering, after we get you moved into the house, I was thinking of taking you on a tropical getaway. Sunny skies, blue ocean, and nothing but relaxation. What do you think?” Bucky asks as he continues to cook. 

“I definitely could use a vacation after my semester. But are you sure you can take a vacation with such short notice?

Bucky chuckles. “I’m the boss, remember? I can up and leave on my private jet whenever I want. Just say the word and we will go.”

You pondered for a minute. “Yes, I would love to go with you.”

“Great, I will start planning everything over the next week. I know you will love it.”

Forty minutes or so passed and Bucky was finishing up cooking. He started plating the food and placed your dish in front of you. It was chicken with roasted vegetables. It smelled divine and had you licking your lips. He placed his dish at the bar next to you. He grabbed the wine bottle and topped off the glasses.

“This smells amazing, Bucky.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. Now let's dig in.”

You both started to eat and drink your wine. In between that, you talked about getting you moved into your new place. Bucky had already hired movers and at this point, you would need to pack your things. Because you lived in a small apartment it wouldn’t take you long to pack your stuff. It didn’t matter though because Bucky was going to help you every step of the way.

“Gosh, Bucky I’m full. This was so good.” You pushed your plate away and looked over at him.

“I’m glad I could finally cook for you. I’ve been wanting to for a while now. So thank you for letting me.” Bucky got out of his seat and grabbed both plates. Washing them off a little he stuck them in his dishwasher. 

“Do you need any help?”

“Oh no, you’re my guest. I’m just going to put the food away and then we can go sit in the living room.”

You sipped your wine and watched as he put everything away and in the dishwasher. There was something so domestic about him which was weird considering how wealthy he is. You never thought someone of his status would be so laid back. But here you were, spending more time with him and being amazed just by the simplest things. 

When Bucky finished, he poured the rest of the wine in both glasses and led the way to the living room. It still shocked you how big his place was. The living room was huge and had a large flat-screen TV. Taking a seat next to each other you put your wine on a side table.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything.”

“Have you done this sugar daddy relationship before me? I mean I’m curious how you got into it.”

Bucky took a sip of wine and placed his on a table next to him. “Yes, once before you and many years ago. I was in my thirties when I met her. She was a sweet girl in the beginning. But as they say, love is blind for some. I was the fool who fell for her hard. I thought she was my dream girl but she was stealing money out from under me. She had access to an account and I placed money in there for her allowance. Somehow, she hacked my banking information and took nearly two million from me before I caught it.” 

Bucky frowned as he spoke. The anger in him was at a simmer as he started to relive some of the moments again in his head. How could his ex-girlfriend hurt him after everything he had done for her?

You were getting anxious from what he was telling you and you started to fidget.

“Two million may not seem a lot considering what I’m worth but she did it with the help of a boyfriend she has on the side that I knew nothing about. All the gifts, trips, and time spent together. She broke my heart and I swore I would never trust again let alone do this kind of relationship. That is, until I met you.” Bucky had reached for your hand and held it while he was thinking.

“What made me so special?” You whispered out.

“Oh, sweetheart, I knew you were special from the first time we met at the restaurant. You were kind, caring, smart, and never let anyone ruin your nights. I saw how you interacted with customers and you never had a poor attitude with the ones who treated you unfairly.”

Bucky smiled warmly at you. 

 “Then we got to know each other every week and I knew I wanted to learn more about you. I wanted to know what you were like outside of work and what your aspirations were.” 

Bucky kissed your hand and continued. “Little did I know I was getting someone so genuine. The more time we have spent together, the more I feel comfortable around you. It’s like you’re breaking the walls down around my heart. For that, I’m grateful.”

“Bucky, that's so sweet of you. Though, I’m sorry about the woman before me. She sounds so cruel. I hope I never break your heart like she did. I’m enjoying the time we spend together and how close we’re getting. I had trouble trusting anyone after John. He made me feel like I did something wrong when he left with no word on why. I blamed myself for the longest time and I swore off any kind of relationship while I put myself through school. But then I met you.”

You turned to face him as you both held hands. “I like where this is going so far between us and I can’t wait to see where our future takes us. All I know is I love being around you because I don’t feel lonely and lost anymore. You make me realize I can do anything if I put my mind to it.”

Bucky watched as you licked your lips. He wanted to kiss you. But what if that wasn’t what you wanted? Before he could think of anything else you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was slow and sensual. Bucky pulled you into his lap and you straddled his thighs. He deepened the kiss and let your tongues dance together in a fight for dominance. You pulled at his shirt while his hands held onto your hips. You grind yourself against him searching for some friction. You wanted - no needed - to get some relief from him. You feel his cock harden beneath you and groan as you grind into him more. 

Bucky is panting out breaths from the sensation you are giving his cock. “God, I want you.” He groans.

“Then take me to bed.” You kiss his face over and over again.

“Not like this.” He slows your hips down. “We did drink a lot of wine. What if it’s the alcohol talking?”

“I may be a little tipsy but don’t you dare blame the wine on me being horny. I was already like this when I came over.” You snap back, surprising Bucky.

Bucky looks up at you with lust-blown eyes. “You were?”

“Yes! So please don't make me beg again.” You grabbed his hand and dipped it under your dress so he could feel your wet panties.

That’s all Bucky needed to sweep you up in his arms and carry you to his master bedroom. He laid you down in the middle of his California king bed. His hands went under your dress and pulled down the cute panties you were wearing. Pushing your dress up around your hips he took in your wet pussy.

Taking off his shirt you finally got to see all the tattoos on both arms. God, did he look like a piece of art. One that needed to be cherished. He pulled your hips down the bed and laid in between your legs. Pushing your thighs wide open Bucky descended on you and started to lick long stripes between your petals. His soft beard was making you ticklish on the soft skin of your thighs.

Your hands ran through his hair and held on to him as he started to eat you like a man starved. Every swipe of his tongue, every suckle of your clit, had you moaning his name to the heavens. The beard felt amazing against your pussy as you grind into his face. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. When he curled his fingers just right and sucked on your clit you thought you saw stars as you orgasmed so hard your legs shook in the aftermath. 

Bucky kissed his way up your body and kissed you on the lips. The taste of yourself was prominent on his tongue and you just hummed as you made out. When he pulled away from your mouth, he smiled down at you. “You taste heavenly. I could eat you out forever.”

You look up at him and frown noticing he wasn’t taking his pants off. “I thought we were going to have sex?”

He smirked at you and kissed your lips. “Not tonight. When I have you, I want us to be sober. I want you clear-headed when I make love to you and take you apart piece by piece in my bed.”

“Bucky, are you sure? I can feel how hard you are.”

“No worries doll. I’m normally hard when I’m around you. I’ll be okay.” He smirks at you as you lay across his bed. To him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

You sat up on the bed and tugged him down. You started to undo his pants and before he could protest you said, “At least let me return the favor and help you out.”

You undid his jeans and pulled them down his thighs just enough so they were out of the way. Bucky helped you get him out of his boxer briefs. You were shocked by how thick and long his cock was. Not even John was this big when you were with him. Bucky sat at the end of the bed and you knelt between his muscular thighs. You leaned over him and licked the vein on the underside of his cock. Again you licked him but this time you took him inside your mouth. Whatever you couldn’t fit your hand wrapped around it and stroked him to the bobbing of your head. Your tongue would swirl around his tip every time you pulled away. Then you’d suck him down again causing Bucky to moan in pleasure.

His hand fisted your hair to anchor himself as you took him apart. Up and down, fast and deep you took him in your throat causing you to gag at times. Bucky started to thrust his hips making you take more of him.

“Fuck, doll. That’s it, I'm so close.” There was no way Bucky was going to last longer than he hoped. It had been a very long time since someone went down on him and he knew he was about to cum.

You kept your pace, flicking your tongue and hollowing your cheeks until finally his damn burst. Bucky came with a shout of your name as his cum was being lapped up by you. You swallowed everything he gave you and you hummed around his cock. Bucky fell back on the bed and breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath. If your mouth could do that he knew he was in trouble when he finally could fuck you. 

You climbed onto the bed next to him and kissed his cheek. “Feeling okay Bucky?”

He starts to chuckle as he turns his head to face you. “I feel great. That was amazing. Sorry I didn’t last as long but it’s been a while since doing this.”

You giggle in delight. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.” You place your head on his chest and start to relax.

“Please spend the night with me. We can watch movies in bed, cuddle, and I can eat you out longer.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. “I will stay the night. But I don’t have anything to wear.” 

Bucky pulled his boxer briefs up and kicked his jeans off. “I will give you one of my T-shirts to wear for the night. But right now I want this dress off you and your naked body in my bed. You’re going to get a beard burn tonight that you won’t forget.”

You took the dress off and hopped into his huge bed. Bucky chased your naked form up the bed. This was the start of something new and you were ready to face it head on.

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Each Day with You at My Side

It's officially here. The first square on my Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo card (hosted by @avengers-assemble-bingo) is complete.

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Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader (domestic MCU AU)

Other characters: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and Tony Stark

Summary: Bucky wants you to meet his friends after the two of you have been dating several months. A brief mental crisis leads to not only love confessions but talk of the future between you.

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: some insecurities (Reader and Bucky); mention of previous kidnapping (Steve's wife); flirty Sam Wilson; teasing between them all; lots of fluff with a smidge of hurt/comfort/angst

A/N: I had a lot of fun playing with these two while also getting the chance to include an already established dynamic of Husband!Steve and his Wife!Reader. I'm hoping to write more for these two couples together in the future.

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You couldn't help the nervous flutters that had long taken wing in your middle.

This was your first time meeting any of Bucky's close friends. The same friends that worked to keep the world safe every other day.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd ever meet any of the Avengers. Let alone date one.

Then again, you didn't see an Avenger when you looked at Bucky Barnes.

You saw a man who'd seen and experienced some of the most unspeakable horrors. You saw a man who wanted to find some peace for himself and for those he'd directly affected through his years under HYDRA's control. You saw a man who was so incredibly kind to his neighbors and did everything he could to prove he wasn't that guy anymore.

In the few months you've known him, you couldn't help how soft you've grown for him.

A part of you hoped that he felt the same about you.

Sure, you had your flaws.

You had a giant reckless streak, but then, he quickly learned that the day you two met. It had to be your greatest flaw. You just hoped he knew how much you tried to keep that side of yourself in check. Sure, it didn't always work out, but then, you couldn't help how often you ran into bullies. Your absolute aversion to them is the only reason why you keep finding yourself in trouble time and again.

Like Bucky, you also tried your best to help out your neighbors when they needed help. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see you buying groceries and delivering them to the young, single mom who lived right below you or helping your oldest neighbor with the state paperwork for his benefits, including the housing allotment he got each month.

Animals, however, had to be both your greatest strength and weakness. So many of your free hours were spent at the nearby shelter where you worked with all the new arrivals. The sweet older dogs and cats who'd been surrendered because either their owners died or could no longer take care of them for one reason or another. The little pups and kittens who came into this world and then abandoned by owners who never took the extra precaution of spaying or neutering their pet, then couldn't be bothered to care for these little innocents.

Just that morning, you'd taken in a gorgeous white kitten with the brightest blue eyes. The sweet girl had taken to you despite her earlier spitting and hissing at the worker who'd collected from an overturned dumpster. It'd taken everything in you not to foster or adopt her right then, but she had to go through the normal quarantine protocols.

That didn't stop you from snapping a few photos to show Bucky when you got the chance.

If anyone shared your love for animals, it was Bucky himself.

You just knew without a doubt that he'd adore the little white kitten. Part of you hoped you got to his place before his friends so you could show him the photos you'd taken. Another part of you wanted to keep her a secret for a little bit longer. Maybe you'd show him the photos after this casual meet-and-greet so you'd be sure to have his full attention.

Such were your thoughts that the nervous fluttering in your middle had settled.

Well, at least until you approached Bucky's front door.

Taking a single breath, you raised your hand and knocked.

The door opened within moments.

"Hey, pretty lady," the man you recognized seconds later as Sam Wilson said. When the Falcon himself stretched his hand in the space between you, you almost thought this was a dream despite him taking your hand and gently tugging you inside. "Terminator has not shut up about you, and now I see why. You are gorgeous."

Heat suffused your cheeks.

"Don't flirt with my girl, bird brain."

Sam flashed you one of the cheekiest grins you'd seen in a while. "Flirt with my sister, Tin Man, and I get to flirt with your beautiful lady."

"Sam, you promised," a pretty woman said as she stepped out of Bucky's tiny kitchen with a serving platter.

She set the platter on the overloaded table that you helped Bucky pick out a few weeks ago. It'd been part of your mission to help him transform his apartment into a home for him. And maybe one day yourself but you refused to get ahead of yourself. Once she had it set just so, she hurriedly turned towards you and nudged Sam aside when he continued to keep you in the doorway with an amused grin.

"Ow, woman, you have sharper elbows than our resident Widow," he groused, rubbing at his arm. Despite his griping, you could tell that he wasn't too aggrieved as his grin merely softened when she shot him an eye roll.

"Come in, come in," she said to you while also waving Sam back towards the kitchen. "It's nice to finally meet you. Bucky really has had nothing but good things to say about you. Sam wasn't wrong. You are gorgeous."

"And you are married, Mrs. Rogers," Sam called out even as you caught Bucky letting out a small groan.

Unable to help yourself, you bit back a laugh when Mrs. Rogers shook her head. "I'm complimenting her, not flirting, Samuel. If you want to see me flirt, then just wait until Steve gets back with the ice."

Several groans came from the others.

Meeting Mrs. Rogers's eye, you managed to hold it together for a mere second. Then, you both let loose with soft chuckles.

When she finally regained herself, she dropped her voice. "You better check on your guy. He's been a bit of a nervous wreck since we got here. In the years I've known him, he's never been like this. You must be really special, and I hope you don't take that for granted."

The not-so-gentle warning couldn't have been made clearer.

Don't hurt Bucky, or there'll be hell to pay.

Not willing to confess your feelings to someone other than Bucky first, you settled for saying, "I've met good guys before, but none of them compare to Bucky. All I want is to make him feel as special as he makes me feel."

"You and I are going to get along well. I can tell," she said softly. "Now, go on. I'm going to make sure Sam isn't messing up our progress before the others get here."

"Oh, come on," Sam called out, affronted, while you made your way towards the hallway.

You tuned out their playful bickering as most of your attention zeroed in on Bucky's retreating back. His movements had a frenetic energy that you hadn't seen in him since your first date all those months ago. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you picked up your pace and caught up with him just as he entered his bedroom.

With a soft shove of your foot, the door swung closed behind you.

"You doing okay?"

Bucky nodded though he didn't lift his gaze to meet yours.

Instead, he kept it firmly on whatever sat within the top drawer of his dresser. A few items lay scattered across the top, including a photo he'd framed of you two on your third date. The Cyclone roller coaster took up most of the background as you two showed off the sweet treats you'd gotten after riding it for the fourth time. It'd been a fun date, and you could only hope you two got to go again soon.

Having dealt with these moods before, you eased yourself towards his bed and sank onto the edge of it. In time, he would open up about whatever was bothering him. He just needed time to process it, find the way to word it so he didn't cause anyone any upset. You had no issues with waiting until he was ready. His friends had clearly made themselves at home in the rest of his place, and they could figure out what else was needed for the evening without the two of you.

"They're a lot," he finally mumbled.

You tilted your head. "Your friends?"

He nodded.

Studying his tense posture, you nibbled on your bottom lip.

Bucky had talked about his friends a lot over the months you've been dating. While you could find some basic information about them with a quick internet search, you preferred listening to Bucky's stories about them. Those garnered more than any press junket or puff piece might've about any one of them.

From the way he spoke about them, you knew each Avenger possessed a powerful personality. That even extended to those attached to the Avengers through marriage or whatnot. They probably had to in order to withstand the paparazzi or the regular press that comes with being an Avenger or being attached to one.

You also knew that Bucky cared about all of them in his own way. There wasn't one person among his friends that he wouldn't do everything in his power to help.

When you might've answered him, raised voices seeped under the doorway of his bedroom. If you strained your ears a bit more, you thought you could make out a few new voices joining Sam and Mrs. Rogers. Who they belonged to, you couldn't say, but it seemed like the small party was growing a bit more.

"You can always sneak out through the fire escape if it's too much." He motioned toward the window behind him. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

You searched his face, which he kept in profile on you. His stubborn gaze still hadn't left that top drawer, making you wonder what he kept in there. Finding him too hard to read, you pushed to your feet and closed the distance between you. Your hands remained gentle as you cupped his cheeks, turning his face until he finally looked at you.

"Tell me what just happened."

He remained silent though you could make out the cogs working furiously in his mind.

"Are you worried about how your friends and I'll get along?" You bit your lip. "Look, I know I didn't say much when I first walked in, but I like your friends. At least, the two I've met so far. I think they may even like me. If they don't yet, I'm sure I can win them over. I mean, I can try. After all, you did the same for me with my friends last week. They all loved you, you know? I swear if they weren't so loyal, they'd be trying to steal you from me."

That earned you a smidgen of a grin, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

When his gaze dropped to the floor between you, a thought occurred that sent a wave of pain through you.

"Buck, are you having second thoughts about us? Is that why you're giving me an out?" Each word tasted like ash in your mouth, and you had to work to keep the bile threatening to claw and scratch its way up your throat.

Bucky shook his head so violently that your hands had no choice to fall to his shoulders.

You withdrew them to let them dangle between you, but he stopped you, taking your hands in his. His voice grew thick as he finally said, "It's not you. Never you, love. I just…"

"Just what?"

He blew out a breath. "I see you with Steve's girl, and I realize that this is becoming all too real. Being with me comes with so many risks, and I just don't know if I want to put you through those risks. Hell, Steve barely survived when his girl got kidnapped because of who she was married to. I can't…I don't want you to ever regret being with me."

"Isn't that my choice though?" You gently tugged your hands free. When Bucky tried to protest, you shushed him, placing your hands on his cheeks and tugging him closer. You didn't stop until you had his forehead touching yours. "James Barnes, hear me, okay? I'm a grown woman, and I make my own choices. I knew the moment I realized who you were what I was signing up for. If I had any doubts, I wouldn't have had you meet my friends. I certainly wouldn't be making plans to have you meet my family next month."

That last bit got his attention.

You smiled even as you shook your head at him in exasperation.

"You really want me to meet your family?" Bucky asked, his voice so hopeful that your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. His hands, once listless without yours, now settled on your hips, gripping just enough to keep you from trying to get away. Not that you had any intention of doing so.

"I really do, Buck."

Several loud whistles and claps accompanied your statement.

Bucky's grip tightened on your hips, drawing you closer even as you both turned to find all his friends standing in the now open doorway.

At the front stood none other than one Tony Stark who slow-clapped his approval.

"Now, tell the lady you love her, or come out here and play host to your guests, Cyborg."

"Tony, did you know that Pepper has been asking me to upgrade my office for a while now? I think your precious lab would be the perfect space, don't you?" Mrs. Rogers asked, shooting you a wink even as she worked her way out of the room.

Tony trailed after her, begging her not to be so cruel. He even went so far as to list all the reasons why taking his lab away from him would be the worst thing for all of them.

Sam and a woman you recognized as Natasha Romanoff followed after them. It was Black Widow who stopped in the doorway to say, "Don't worry. We'll get you trained up properly. No one messes with one of our own."

When they disappeared, you found none other than Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend and the Captain America, remaining.

He met your gaze with his warm one. "Nat's right. We protect our own. Buck did such a great job with my wife, and I'll do the same with you."

"Does that mean I get to use a shield like yours or will I be using a trash can lid?"

Steve gaped at you for a moment before straightening and glaring at Bucky who'd let loose a snort behind you. "Really, Buck? You had to tell her, too? Did you tell her I also used to put paper in my shoes?"

Bucky shook against you, doing his best to keep his laughter in check.

"No," you said, a Cheshire cat grin sliding across your lips, "but you just did."

Steve groaned. His hands came up to rub across his face. When he met your gaze, you found his features held only humor as he said, "Well, now that I've embarrassed myself, I'm going to go find my wife. You two join us whenever you're ready, okay? She and I can handle this rowdy bunch."

"Thank you, Steve," you called out. The door had barely shut behind Steve before you turned toward Bucky again. You nibbled on your bottom lip as you studied him. "We don't know the future, but I do know that I want to face each day with you at my side. If that's not what you want, tell me now. I don't want to fall in love with you more. It'll only hurt more later."

A squeak escaped you.

Bucky had lifted you several inches, forcing you to wrap yourself around him. Not that he seemed to mind, and neither did you. It brought you so close that your lips almost touched with little effort because he'd put you at eye level to him.

"I think I started falling the day we met, darling, and I've been falling ever since." A faint blush stole over his cheeks even as he kept his eyes trained on you. "I may have emptied a drawer or two for you in my dresser this morning. There's even some space in my tiny closet if you want it. If you need more, I’m sure we can find it. The only reason this place has much of anything is because of you.”

"Bucky Barnes, are you asking me to move in?"

The blush deepened but so did his focus on you as he nodded. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

"Well then, I accept."

Your lips, which had been brushing one another, met then. Gentle but not quite so chaste as it probably should've been with so many willing eavesdroppers in his apartment. But, you couldn't bring yourself to care. If they wanted to see a show, then let them.

This moment hadn't been what you pictured being the first time you two declared your love, but you wouldn't change it for anything.

It was only when you broke apart for some much needed air that you recalled your own little surprise for Bucky. In a raspy voice, you asked, "How would you feel about adding one more to our new living arrangement? Because there's this really cute kitten…"

[kingofsorrow20]

Build-A-Bucky Bingo Round One Master List

Firstly a big thank you to the mods at @buckybarnesevents for throwing this event. I've written more in the past year than ever before and I had a blast doing it.

So I got a premade card but still decided to take a blank one as well. We see how great that went lmao. See my master list below

Name - KingofSorrow_20

Hello, please see my first ever masterlist lol. @stuckybingo was fun to participate in and hopefully I can fill more in round 6.

Risky Business Prompts - #045 Nov. - "Not Worth the Risk" & #048 June - Face Fucking. Summary - Professor Rogers asks Bucky to stay after class. What could possibly go wrong?

Energy Chapter 1 Prompts - #045 January - Trust Issues & #048 November - Objectification. Summary - He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He fucking knew it, but he also knew how to be flexible and although he never took his playthings to bed, he could make an exception just this once. OR The one where Steve breaks all the rules for true love.

Do I Know You? Prompts - #048 Dec. - Sex Toys Summary - Steve and Bucky go to a costume party dressed in each other’s uniform. Chaos ensues.

Energy Chapter 2 Prompts - #048 Feb. - Fingering & 048 March - Orgasm Delay/Denial Summary - "Hey big boy. Did you like my present?" Steve couldn't deny that Natasha was one of two people that could to him like that. Taunt him. "Well I didn't send it back now did I?" He also couldn't help but be bitchy about it. Natasha played. It's what she did and now Steve part of one of her many games.

Energy Chapter 3 Prompts - #045 Apr. - Competence Kink & #048 May - Possessiveness Summary - Steve takes care of business and pleasure.

Whatever It Takes Prompts - #045 May - Thigh Fucking & #048 May - Praise Kink Summary - Steve is a sports medic. Bucky is a soccer player. "Thanks for bringing me down here. Honestly I never would have come on my own." "Oh, think you can handle everything on your own?" Steve couldn't help but tease him. He wanted more smiles. He wanted more everything. "Yeah, pretty much. It's a bad habit."

[buckets-and-trees]

Late Night Quickie

Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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Drabble: Birthday Fantasy - One Year Later

So @nomadicpixel nagged me yesterday about stopping where I did on Birthday Fantasy but I was adamant that I wasn't writing more of that night... however, that didn't keep an idea from coming to me as a follow up to what happened after that night.

Like the first story this is for my Kinktober Bingo card @the-horniest-book-club, specifically for the Voyeurism square.

Title: Birthday Fantasy - One Year Later

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive, [audio] voyeurism themes

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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“I told you they wouldn’t be ready,” Bucky said smugly after he and Sam let themselves into the apartment you and Steve shared.

“How do you know they aren’t ready?” Sam asked. Then he heard what Bucky had.

“Oh god, oh god,” your voice carried down the hall.

“Sounds like our boy is doing a good job,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“He better not have stolen any of my moves,” Bucky muttered as you let out a cry that echoed through the apartment.

“And if he did?” Sam countered. “It’s for her pleasure, isn’t it?”

Bucky grunted his agreement that was followed by a long moan from Steve.

“I could have gone without hearing that sound from him again,” Sam muttered.

“Agreed.”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the love making happening somewhere else in the apartment.

“The decent thing to do would be to turn on the tv,” Sam pointed out.

“Yeah, but that might disrupt them and then they’d both be grumpy at dinner,” Bucky reasoned.

“True,” Sam conceded.

They both knew that they could just leave and wait for the happy couple at the restaurant, but neither offered it as a suggestion. Instead, they sat silently listening to their friends fucking.

“She’s about to come,” Bucky pointed out, a few minutes later.

“How can you tell?” Sam asked.

“I heard her come like five times that night,” Bucky stated with a shrug. “And once I hear a woman come, I never forget what it sounds like.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief.

Then you reminded them both of something from that night a year ago: you were a screamer.

“When Steve goes deaf, we’ll know why,” Bucky joked.

“His hearing has gone downhill since they started dating,” Sam observed.

———

Down the hall, you leaned in Steve’s embrace as you basked in the afterglow of sex.

It had been a year since you’d met him and had the wild once in a lifetime night with him and his best friends.

In the morning, you had planned to say goodbye to the three of them forever, but Steve had asked for your number. You hadn’t been sure, but when Bucky and Sam had nodded approvingly, you had given it to Steve.

“Bucky was right,” you said into Steve’s chest. “He said next year I’d have friends to celebrate my birthday with. And I do.”

“Friends that will probably be here soon to go to dinner,” Steve said. “We gotta get up and shower, again.”

You laughed and sat up. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

Steve was showered and dressed within ten minutes, but you took a little longer to get ready.

As you left the bedroom, you heard Steve speaking in hushed tones. Clearly Sam and Bucky had gotten to the apartment early.

“No, you said 6:30 pm,” Sam’s hushed voice replied to whatever Steve had said.

“You did, your text clearly says 6:30,” Bucky added.

Your eyes widened and you looked down at the watch Steve had given you for Christmas. It was nearly 7:30, which meant that the guys had been in the apartment when the two of you had been making love.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Sam’s voice rang out louder.

Startled, you looked up and saw him grinning at you from the mirror above the mantle that revealed your location in the hallway.

“It sounded like you two were enjoying yourself,” he said with a grin. “Besides, what is there to be embarrassed by when all four of us have seen each other orgasm.”

“And closely,” Bucky chimed him, unhelpfully.

Pushing your shoulders back, you made your way into the room where the three men were waiting for you.

“Happy birthday,” Sam and Bucky chorused. They each gave you a side hug and a kiss on the cheek while Steve watched.

Bucky’s hug lasted a few seconds longer than necessary and he loudly said, “Let me know if there’s anything that Steve needs some pointers on. I’d be happy to talk him through a few things if it makes you smile like that.”

“Instead of worrying about my love life, why don’t you worry about yours,” Steve offered, playfully putting Bucky in a headlock.

“Stop, you’re going to mess up his hair,” you told Steve. “He needs to look perfect.”

“Why?” The three men chorused.

“Because it’s my birthday,” you stated and then smiled. “And I might have invited some of my girlfriends to join us tonight. My single friends.”

Steve smiled to himself as Bucky and Sam bombarded you with questions as you led them out of the apartment with him following behind.

Had it been an accident that he had texted his friends to come over at 6:30 instead of 7:30? Yes. But while he knew Sam and Bucky were just friends with you now, he wanted to remind them that you were his and that the four of you would never be together intimately again.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

For the fanfic asks for the New Year, 1, 9, 11, 18, and 20.

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

In an IDEAL world, 372,000, but I know I won't be anywhere close to that. I think a realistic goal is more like 250,000, which gives me plenty of days off or days not hitting 1k -- my goal is generally 1k/day between all of my various projects (drabbles + whatever WIP of the moment) but sometimes I only drabble. Sometimes I just don't feel like writing. I'm trying to maintain my 2022 energy of not beating myself up too much about that.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

This week, I want to do daily drabbles, finish my Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 4 card, and add at least 2k to each my Shrinkyclinks WIP and my Steve/Joyce. I'd love to finish and post Steve/Joyce this month, but I'm not sure how long it's going to end up being... I've mapped out enough writing days on it this month to account for it ballooning to 20k, but god I hope it's shorter than 20k. I also want to write the first of my Patreon thank-you 5k stories this month, ideally.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Hmm... I really don't tend to intentionally write many tropes per se, except for A/B/O, and sometimes I write cabinfic. I think I might want to try to write a mystery/casefic for either Leverage or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries if I can think of an idea for one that wouldn't make more sense to just write as an original story? Otherwise, I feel like at this point I know my niche: quiet character studies with a weird amount of food in them.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method? 

HA, HAHAHA, HA... HA. Um. Well. I tend to post multi-chapters as I write and then I never post the last chapter(s)? So I should. Change that. I'm determined to finish all of my Shrinkyclinks WIP before I start to post so that I DON'T just leave it hanging without a final chapter (again) like I do (most) other things. I have no fucking idea how I wrote 10k chapters ever-other day and posted MYEYNL as I was writing it? Like I truly have no idea how I did that? Yeah, I'd written a good 150k of the story before I started to post, but that's STILL a hundred fucking thousand words that I wrote as I posted. HOW? WHY CAN'T I DO IT ANYMORE? I feel like the answer is "I wasn't yet medicated" and while that was good for wordcount, it was Bad for Everything Else.

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

If I don't say yes, then a combination of my own guilt, @reachmouse, and @dracosollicitus will probably eat me. Also my dad will yell at me more, because he's never not yelling at me about wasting my time doing anything other than working on original writing.

I don't know. I feel like it's stupid for me to have, like, goals or hopes or dreams, so I... don't? Anymore? I used to want to be a published author so badly that I cried about it every day and made myself sick over it and beat myself up so much if I didn't write daily, and now I'm just like... if it were meant to happen, it would have happened already because I'm Old As Hell and my writing Isn't Popular, so ::shrug::

I mean, I'll work on my shit, but I'm not actually like... expecting it to matter. I don't know. That sounds dire. I don't mean it direly. I just mean it like this:

[metalbvcky]

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2021 Fill Masterlist

This was my first bingo since I prefer relaxed events instead of bigbangs, so the @buckybarnesbingo was super fun and stress-free for me! I wish I could've done a few extra squares, but my brain is firmly latched on my current series lol. Still, I managed to write four fics! I'm definitely gonna go with a kink card next round :P Clearly that's what I like to write nowadays lmao

B4: Shrill Wails That Steal The Air Rating: Mature Words: 4,257 | Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bucky Barnes Feels

“Please wake up— scaring me—”

His head writhed on the pillow as he swung his arms, making contact with a short oblong object. Glass shattered and the object made a loud thump against the floor. Whatever it had been, hadn’t hurt. He felt a strong, large hand taking hold of his left arm and forcing it down. His eyebrows furrowed at the light squeeze. The touch was soft with care, though. Not bad, not like the unwarranted hand from before.

“Name— James Buchanan Barnes—”

Bucky shot up with a choked up gasp, unable to focus his senses beyond the sound of his breathing that filled his lungs. His dog tags clink noisily, the thin strand hanging from his neck. A fine sheen of sweat dampening his skin, his face beet red from the distress he’d been under. He stared out in space as he tried to get a feel of his surroundings.

The firm bed, the soft sheets, the ticking of the wall clock, the hum of the heating unit, and—

Steve.

K4: ravioli ravioli give me the dickuoli Rating: Explicit Words: 4,221 | Smut, Crack, Spongebob References, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky

Bucky knew that Steve could be oblivious, but he didn't think he could be that much of an idiot. After several months of obsessive flirting, Bucky set out a plan to get himself laid. It just so happened to be related to the show he'd been watching, a yellow sponge cartoon with a distinctive laugh.

The purple and green shorts are skin tight, practically formed to his ass with his fishnet-covered thighs on full display. His coral tank top is nearly the same, chest muscles bulging out of the fabric and biceps more solid than ever. The five-inch boots, however, stands out beyond the rest.

Bucky smiles at himself in the mirror, hands perched on his hips. This will defiantly catch Steve's attention.

MEATBALL, MEATBALL SPAGHETTI UNDERNEATH, RAVIOLI RAVIOLI GREAT BARRIER REEF—

Y5: Love Covered Beneath the Snow Rating: Mature Words: 14,039 | Shrunkyclunks, Cabin Fic, Strangers to Lovers, Huddling for Warmth

Moving out in the middle of the woods wasn't exactly Steve's new years regulation for the upcoming year, but neither was becoming a doctor over ten years ago. He could hardly believe that it was almost 2024, yet here was, trying to enjoy the life he carved out for himself. He had more than one thing to complain about, though the biggest was the absence of a certain someone he'd been searching for way too long.

Oh, and the tree limb that collapsed against the bridge and obstructed his way back to the cabin. Now he'd have to find a different route to bring the tree he'd cut inside. His boots protested underneath the thick and heavy snow, the wind whipping in his grey, combed-back hair.

Before long, he found himself kneeling beside the body he spotted in the distance.

The first thing that caught Steve’s eye was the torn sleeve exposing the boy’s reddened skin, the early stages of frostbite settling in, then the soulmark on the center of his bicep. A soulmark, which was identical to the one that was over Steve’s heart.

“Oh god,” Steve said aloud, taking a second to stare at his soulmate, raking his gaze across that innocent face.

C3/Free Space: His Precious Primrose (also apart of the Bloom series) Rating: Explicit Words: 4,121 | Modern AU, Married Steve/Bucky, D*m/S*b, Christmas Smut

Steve takes the steps one at a time, his cotton, calf-length robe grazing the railing. He walks slowly, with no rush at all, when a gift wrapped up in front of the lit fireplace slips into the corner of his vision.

That gift, of course, being his gagged, blindfolded, and bound sub with a giant, red bow tied right on top of his ass. A red jewel shines between two thin strings hanging from the single looped bow, a plug to match the thick, green ribbons that are linked into a hogtie.

Steve comes to a full stop beside the credenza, mere feet away from his gift, and gives a low whistle at the breathtaking sight.

“My, I must have been good this year to receive something as...” He steps forward, picking the riding crop off of the couch and gently grazing his sub’s naked back with the narrow edge. A muffled whine slips through the ball gag, causing Steve to smile. “Delicious as this.”

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