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[holylulusworld]

Alpine, the heartbreaker

Summary: Your cat fell for a charming heartbreaker.

Pairing: Domestic!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader; Alpine Barnes x Tinker Bell Y/L/N

Written for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Spring Bingo” – Square filled: Gardening

Warnings: naughty cats doing naughty things, cat pregnancy, fluff, general cuteness, cats in love, flirty Bucky

A/N: For my story, Alpine is a tomcat.

“The weather is hot today, isn’t it, Tinker Bell?” You wipe your sweaty forehead, sighing as your cat disappears from sight once more. You huff because the last thing you want is for your beloved cat to get lost. “Tink? I told you not to stray too far from the garden.”

You sigh and go back to tending your roses. Tinker Bell usually never strays and stays by your side, but for the last few weeks, she has tended to disappear for an hour or two.

Gardening is your second favorite hobby since you moved into your house four months ago; crocheting is another. Your life has become more grounded and peaceful since you quit your job and decided to settle down and live a domestic life.

A noise catches your attention. It sounds like a wounded cat, and your heart thunders in your chest. You grab the pruning shears and sprint toward the noise. If anyone tries to hurt your cat, you’ll not let them live.

Chasing after the noise, you call your cat’s name. You must look like a lunatic running along the sidewalk, screaming, Tinker Bell.

“Tink! I’m coming!” You pant, not used to running so much anymore. “Leave my cat alone!”

Tink gets louder, and you run a little faster to reach your cat. Whoever hurts your beloved cat will suffer a slow death.

“Tink!” Stopping in your tracks, you watch a white cat do unspeakable things to your beloved Tinker Bell. Tink mewls like a cat in heat, enjoying the white cat’s attention a little too much for your liking. “You pervert!”

“Alpine!” A man runs toward you and your cat… “Punk, what are you doing!” He snorts as his cat is having a blast. “Uh—I didn’t think you had it in you. I thought the vet said you’re sterile.”

“Yeah, well.” You huff and glare at the man. “He’s capable of doing …” You're making air quotes, “it.”

“It looks like she’s enjoying it,” he grins, blue eyes sparkling as you glare at him. He looks familiar to you, but you can’t remember where you have seen the man before. “I think we should give them some privacy.”

“What? No, he can’t just…and then,” you try to argue, but the man guides you away from your cat and her lover. You can’t believe your cat has a more active sex life than you. “If she gets pregnant, you’ll pay child support. You and your naughty cat!”

You exclaim before storming off, cursing the man and his white devil.

“Lady, it’s not Alpine’s fault your cat is a naughty one,” he snickers as you turn around to glare in his direction. “Just saying, it takes two to have fun. Your cat is a naughty girl.”

“Irresponsible,” you scold the man and walk away. “How dare he call my cat a naughty girl!”

“Tink, we need to talk,” you say as your cat stretches on your bed. She’s meowing loudly when you run your hand over her belly. “You got knocked up by a punk. A naughty white heartbreaker. This can never happen again.”

She ignores your speech and rolls to the other side, purring.

“Young lady, I’m talking to you!” Pacing in your living room, you sigh. Having kittens wasn’t in your plans. “It’s not only your fault, though. I shouldn’t have trusted the shelter telling me you’re sterile. Now we will have babies to take care of.”

Watching your cat get comfortable, you plan on giving the owner of the devil seducing your innocent Tink a piece of your mind. You already have found out where he’s living. He bought the house just down the street.

“Ah, the naughty cat owner,” the man says, leaning on his door frame as you stand in front of his door, an ultrasound of your cat in your hands. “Does she want more of Alpine?”

“Your cat is going to be a father soon,” you grunt and push the ultrasound into his hands. “You should tell him not to stray. We don’t like a womanizer!”

“Whoa, punk!” He laughs when his cat runs out of the door to sit in front of you. Alpine meows and looks up at you. “He’s missing his lady cat.”

“He did enough!” You mutter under your breath.

“Hey, they are cats.” He shrugs. "Alpine won’t be a deadbeat father. We’ll take care of the young lady he made love to.”

You don’t know if you want to laugh or slap the cocky smirk off his face. “You should tell your cat to…” You frown. The situation is more than strange, and you don’t know what to tell him.

“I’ll tell Alpine not to stray,” he leans closer and says, “but I think this is not necessary. He lost his heart to your beauty.”

You snort. “Just…don’t let him knock more cats up.”

“He wouldn’t dream of straying,” he smirks. “Now that our kids are going to have kids, we should introduce each other, don’t you think?”

“Uh—Y/N,” you splutter.

“Bucky,” he replies, holding out his hand. You shake it, suddenly aware of where you have seen him and his metal arm before.

Great—the Winter Soldier’s cat knocked Tink up. What the hell…

One day later, you answer the door, only to find Bucky and his cat in front of your door. Alpine is wearing a tiny bow bowtie, and Bucky holds a basket filled with cat products in his arms.

“What is all this?” You ask, glancing at the basket.

“Uh—child support,” Bucky replies. “I told you Alpine will be a good father and partner. Can he now see your cat? He’s crawling up the walls.”

“I—” You look at the basket again, laughing. “Okay, come on in. She’s in the living room, sleeping. Her belly is growing fast.”

“How are the kittens?” Bucky asks when you allow him inside. “Can…can Alpine come with you next time to see the babies?”

You’d laugh at his words, but he looks so serious and determined that you don’t have it in you to make fun of Bucky.

“Sure, if my vet is okay with it, Alpine can come around.”

You walk into the living room, watching Alpine run toward the couch. He jumps onto the couch, immediately starting to groom Tinker Bell.

“I think they are in love,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“Young love, huh?” You laugh because your cat is rolling over to cuddle with Alpine. They meow and purr, having a not-so-silent conversation.

“Should we…uh…leave them alone?” Bucky looks unsure when you take the basket out of his hands. “We shouldn’t watch them, right?”

“We can have coffee in my kitchen and leave them to…uh…their reunion.” You grab Bucky’s hand to guide him toward your kitchen. “Just so you know, the kittens are alright.”

“What are we going to do with them?” He asks, worriedly looking at you. “We cannot abandon them. They’re Alpine’s kids.”

“I think we should talk about shared custody.”

“Maybe, we can…uh…find a better solution,” he says, looking you deep in the eyes. “You know, my cat loves your cat and all.”

You laugh at his poor attempt to flirt with you. “How about you invite me for dinner before we plan on having a family of cats?”

“It’s a date!” He hurriedly says, hoping he’ll get lucky in love too…

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Beep Cute | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot - 1.1k words

When some ass on a motorbike splashes you, leaving your sandwich and coffee on the sidewalk, you decide to follow them and give them a piece of your mind.

Warnings: language, angry meet-cute, reader is described as shorter than Steve. Fluffy nonsense 🥰

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Masterlist | Steve Rogers | Spring Bingo

As if your day couldn’t get any worse, it rained. Not the kind of autumnal drizzle that accompanied most days since you moved to New York, but torrential, fierce, bullets of rain that pounded on your flimsy umbrella and soaked you from your toes up. At least you had a warm sandwich and a huge coffee to console yourself with when you got back to your apartment. It was this thought that had you losing focus as you strayed too close to the road and the growing puddles that lined each street corner, forming ponds on the crossings and reflecting the angry, grey sky back up at itself. 

A horn blared, shocking you from your thoughts half a second before a tidal wave of murky, puddle water soaked you from the neck down. 

“What the fuck!” You shouted, eyeing the motorbike as it sped down the road, dodging between the traffic. Your coffee lay at your feet, mixing with the equally dark water pooling around your shoes. The carefully prepared and wrapped sandwich hadn’t fared any better, the deli paper now soggy and falling apart. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” You fumed, squeezing your eyes tight to stop your tears from falling. You wouldn’t cry, but you would get even. 

The motorbike stopped at the lights, giving you a chance to catch up, before turning a corner and making its way into an underground garage. Whoever was riding was big, a soft looking brown leather jacket stretched across their shoulders, maybe too big to be challenge? But one thought of the delicious sandwich, now a soggy mess on the floor, gave you the courage to continue your pursuit. 

Rounding the side of the building you found the entrance, huge glass and steel walls towered over the grand atrium, probably some bank or something, especially considering the mass of people swarming in at this time. It took a while for you to get in, but as soon as you did you wondered how you were even going to find this person amid the crowds. 

 You contemplated asking at the front desk, it was decorated in a spray of spring flowers, bunnies, eggs, daffodils and tulips that were a contrast to the various groups dressed in odd, all black, military uniforms that milled around the elevators.

You joined the queue of other visitors, watching the animations of bunnies hopping along the crisp white reception desk among blooming flowers and fluttering grass. How ridiculously ostentatious. Who even watered the flowers? How much had all this nonsense cost just for the identikit staff to walk past without evening noticing.

But before you could reach the front of the queue the lift opened revealing a familiar looking leather jacket. Now in dry jeans and trainers, but still with damp hair. 

“Hey!” You shouted again, this time the man looked up, his blonde hair falling in front of his face briefly before he could swipe the wet locks back with his hands. 

“Hi!” He said cheerily, holding his hand out, “always nice to meet fans, I can’t stop though.” He smiled in a strange way, both friendly and cold, as if this wasn’t quite his real smile but something practised and placed. 

“I’m not a fan, quite the fucking opposite.” You brushed his hand back and he bristled briefly, taking on a wider stance and glancing at the small group he had left to speak to you. 

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” 

“Yes, you fucking can. First I want an apology-” 

“An apology?” 

“Yes! For splashing me so rudely and knocking my lunch out of my hands and then, and then -” your anger was catching up with you, winding you as you tried to stare down the man towering above you, but it was difficult given your wet hair and several inches of height he had over you. “— then you owe me for my lunch, by the way, which I was really looking forward to.”

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I had no idea I’d stopped you from having your food, what if I-” 

“Is that it? What gives you the fucking right to behave like that, what if I didn’t find you? Huh? Would you still say sorry? No, probably not. You city boys, you’re all the same, so rude.” 

The man smiled again, not the calculated toothless grimace he’d attempted early, but a wide smile, then he laughed. 

"City boys?"

"You know what I mean, bankers, hedge funder-ers — whatever you're called."

“Bankers?” He was holding back a laugh very unsuccessfully.

“Yes, bankers, all so rude and, and, and, privileged!” 

“You think this is a bank?” 

“Yes…” Suddenly you weren’t sure, was it a bank? You looked around again, noticing the Stark logo on one of the lifts in the corner, the other lifts had a large 'A' with an a-symetrical tail and…fuck. Oh, fuck, this wasn’t a bank at all. “Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“This is Avengers tower?” 

“Yes.” The man nodded and, oh shit, now you looked properly, not just any man. Steve fucking Rogers, Captain America. You looked around, the rest of the reception area had already gone quiet to watch your interaction and you’d be damned if you backed down now. America’s golden boy or not, he’d been rude and you wanted your compensation. 

“That’s even worse!” 

He smiled again, pulling you by the elbow, scanning a security pass quickly and closing the door behind you. 

“You can’t kidnap me!” Although you wanted to sound firm and authoritative, it came out as more of a shriek. “Let me go!” 

“Hey, hey.” Steve held his hands up, spreading them wider than his shoulders and stepping back, “I just didn’t want you all over the papers or something.” 

Through your heavy breaths you managed to calm down, looking him over again. He really didn’t seem to want to hurt you and, now the initial shock of the situation had worn off, he also looked very, very sorry. 

“I really didn’t mean to splash you, or make you lose your lunch. Please let me make it up to you?” He offered, lowering his hands slowly. 

“How?” 

“Well…We’ve got spare clothes here, you can have them, whoever your favourite Avenger is, there’s sweatpants and sweaters, whatever you want, you can have it, and then when you’re dry, please let me take you to lunch.” 

“You want to take me to lunch?” You raised an eyebrow, “not just give me some Avengers cheque? Me and you, lunch?” 

“Only if you want to.” Steve let his smile soften, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you, I just thought…well, it could be fun?”

“It could be fun,” You agreed, allowing yourself a small smile too. 

“Great, lets get you some clean clothes.” Steve bounced towards the door again, holding his hand out for you to follow, “who’s your favourite Avenger?” He asked, looking hopefully. 

“Oh, uhm… Thor?” 

“Thor!?” 

Steve’s face dropped and you laughed, taking his hand.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Caught in a Tight Space

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, & Clint in the Vent

Word Count: 725

Summary: Clint gets stuck in a vent above Steve’s room. He hears more than he wants to.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Clint stuck in a vent.

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Clint in the vent. Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, and thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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Clint’s climbing through the vents as usual through the Avengers Compound, trying to get his training in. He was currently distracted by the tower gossip involving you and Steve Rogers. Were you both an item? He crawls right instead of left at a junction and by the time he knows it, the vent has gotten smaller leaving him currently stuck. 

“Uh, FRIDAY, can you send word to someone that I’m stuck? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Of course, Mr. Barton. Sending message now,” the AI responds.

“Thanks,” he says, before grumbling to himself. “I can’t believe I got myself in this position in the first place. Guess all I can do is wait for someone to arrive.”

Running through the hallways, you and Steve are trying not to get caught on camera together. Quickly, you both enter his bedroom and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist. Steve easily takes you down onto the bed and you both roll around kissing each other. Clothes are shed and your breathing speeds up as lean fingers trace purposeful patterns over your skin. 

“Captain Rogers, I need to inform you about Mr. Barton,” FRIDAY suddenly interrupts but Steve cuts the AI off.

“FRIDAY, please don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency,” he calls out.

“As you wish, Captain Rogers,” the AI responds in its usual neutral tone and with that the pair of you continue.

“Oh god, Steve,” you say between kisses. “I need you inside of me.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fuck you and that needy pussy of yours real good into the bed.” Steve and you strip until you’re both naked and he slaps your ass playfully as you get on your hands and knees for him. Steve runs his already hard cock through your wet pussy a few times before he pushes into you easily. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, amazed as always at how tight and wet you are for him.

Both of you groan out in pleasure as Steve sets a hard and fast pace. Every thrust inside your pussy has you moaning out his name. His grip on your hips will probably leave bruises in the morning but he doesn’t care – all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress. 

“Call me Captain, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice drops an octave to his commanding Captain voice.

“Fuck me, Captain. You feel so good…”

It’s then that Steve swears he hears Clint’s voice and his pace slows. “Did you hear that?”

Impatient, you push your ass against him and start fucking yourself on his cock. “Hear what? All I hear is us,” you giggle as Steve growls and returns to his punishing pace. 

Harder and faster, skin slaps against skin as the room is filled with both your moans and Steve’s grunts. Steve’s trying to focus on you and your pleasure when he hears a ‘help’ and some banging around. He pulls out of you and looks around his room. 

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought you were going to fuck me into the bed?” You pout, uncertain as to why he’s stopped.

“I hear someone. I think. In the vents.”

You look around the room and listen but you don’t hear anything. At least, not at first, but then you do – banging coming from the ceiling. You quickly pull on your panties and Steve’s t-shirt, while he pulls his boxer briefs on.

“FRIDAY, what’s the noise coming from the ceiling?” Steve asks the AI. 

“As I tried to mention earlier, Mr. Barton is stuck in one of the ventilation vents. He got turned around during one of his training sessions.” 

You were looking up at the ceiling and now you knew Clint was up there, you  could hear him more, although whatever he was saying still wasn’t clear. “FRIDAY, can you tell us what he’s saying?”

The comms came on in the room and you can hear Clint cussing. “Son of a bitch. I knew you two were up to something for weeks, but I didn’t guess this. Looks like I owe Nat fifty bucks. Now, if you're finally done, can you get me out of here?”

Steve’s face grows pink from embarrassment. “Yeah…let me ummm… get Tony down here so we can get you out.”

Looks like yours and Steve’s secret is out now. 

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[sunday-bug]

Steve's Sketches

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Word Count: 0.7k

Content: none, just fluff

Synopsis: Steve Rogers loves to sketch his favorite person.

A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo for AA Spring Bingo

Prompt/Square: "Steve likes to draw"/4

Card Number: AAS002

In the rare quiet moments he enjoyed between missions and the noise of life in Avengers Tower, Steve liked to sit down somewhere calm with his sketchpad to draw. He drew anything and anyone, but he especially loved drawing during the spring season - the perennials poking their curious heads out of the warming dirt, the trees budding with leaves and flowers of every shape and size, and especially Bucky enjoying the sun on his face after a long, cold winter. Some of Steve’s favorite sketches were of Bucky, lying in the sun with his eyes closed. He kept his oldest, most treasured drawings in a battered leather portfolio, faded and soft with age - Bucky sunbathing on a rocky beach in Western Europe circa 1943, one arm flung over his face to keep the sun out of his eyes, dog tags glinting off the water; Bucky lying on a striped towel under a boardwalk on Coney Island Beach before the war, hair damp from a swim, water rivulets racing down his limbs and clinging to his chest in a way that Steve thought he could only dream about. And then there was his absolute favorite, drawn the morning after everything between them changed: Bucky, tangled in his bedsheets, sunlight streaming through the partially opened curtains across the side of his face and muscled back as he breathed deeply, still asleep. Steve had sat in an armchair tucked into the corner of his room on that particular morning, sketching Bucky’s perfect form, replaying the previous night over and over in his mind, trying not to fall completely in love, and failing entirely.

Today, Steve found one of those special, quiet moments and slipped outside into the warm spring air, sketchpad in hand. Bucky was sitting in one of the open patio chairs that Tony had insisted on getting because of their superior aerodynamics and state-of-the-art lumbar support. Bucky just liked them because they rocked, and he loved sitting outside on nice days with a cup of coffee and a book, rocking peacefully in his chair as he read. 

Steve shut the door softly behind him as he stepped outside, not wanting to disturb Bucky, but he still looked up from his book with a lazy smile, “Hey, you.”

“Hey, Buck,” Steve replied, sitting down in the open chair across from him. “Don’t mind me. Enjoy your book. I’m going to sketch.” Bucky nodded and took a sip of his coffee before turning his attention back to his novel. Steve watched him turn the page, folding the paperback in half and holding it in one hand with his coffee in the other. The sun shone on Bucky’s face as he read, and that’s all Steve needed to start drawing. He studied Bucky’s form, harder and sturdier now than it used to be, hair a bit longer, jawline more defined - handsome as ever. He sketched his hands curled around the mug and book, watching the sun glare off the silver ring on his third finger. He wore his wedding band on his right hand, saying he always wanted it to touch his flesh, so Steve did the same, defying tradition. 

“You drawing me again?” Bucky drawled, looking up from his book. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

Steve smiled and flipped his sketchpad around, showing Bucky the beginnings of his drawing.

“Look around at all the things you can draw, and you pick me?” Bucky teased with a huff, closing his book.

Steve continued to smile, his face softening even more, “Of course I pick you. You’re my favorite subject.” 

Bucky returned his smile, “Fine. But I’m only going to sit still because the last chapter ended on a cliffhanger and I need to find out what happens.”

Steve chuckled as Bucky opened his book again, settling into the chair and immersing himself in the novel. Steve resumed his sketch, spending extra time on his favorite parts of Bucky - the furrow between his brows that he’s kissed countless times, the broad expanse of his chest that is his safe space, and his eyes that reflect back all of the years they’ve spent together through the ups and downs of life. As he was sketching, he thought to himself that this one may end up in that battered leather portfolio of his favorites because what was better than sitting with your husband enjoying each other’s company on a perfect spring day? Nothing.

This was my first time writing Stucky so please don't judge too harshly!

[avengers-assemble-bingo]

April Works

Thank you for everyone who participated! Here’s the masterlist of all the works submitted! If you want to submit your work, please fill out this form.

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Kneel for me | @societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.5k | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship/dynamtic, Oral sex (male!receiving), Dom!Loki, Brat Taming/Power Play, Mirror Kink, Spit, Mild Degradation & Praise, Hair pulling, Obedience Kink and well Loki being Loki (smug, controlling, indulgent, and possessive)

You shouldn’t have teased him. You shouldn’t have rolled your eyes, shouldn’t have purred “my lord” like it meant nothing. But you did. And Loki, ever the prince and predator, doesn’t tolerate mouthy little things without reminding them exactly where they belong.

Sweet fantasy | @ramp-it-up

Explicit | 5.1k | Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! Cosplay. Conventions, lots of LOTR and Galaxy Quest jokes, Grumpy Bucky in disguise, flirting, teasing, use of "old man," "Soldier" kink, a teeny tiny glimpse of subby Bucky if you squint (let me know if you see it), then he turns dominant and feral, praise kink, bulge kink, marathon man Bucky, intense sex, overstimulation, raw p in v, copious amounts of cum, possessive Bucky, begging. This is plot with porn at the end.

You meet one of the "Big Three" at NY Fantasy Con. As Crewman Number Six, you should know how this will end. But you don't.

It’s what I’m here for | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 1.9k | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Somnophilia, Omegaverse lore, Knotting, breeding kink, Heat, Praise kink, Alpha possessive behaviour, SMUT, Unprotected sex and Fluff.

Deep in the throes of your heat, your body finally gives out- boneless and pliant in your Alpha’s arms. But even in sleep, you still crave him.

Show off | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.5 | Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Ari Levinson (he's a warning), Jealous, possessive Steve, hints of violent Steve, exhibitionism kink (sex in public), marking, fingering, raw p in v, praise kink, rough sex, creampie.

Steve likes to show you off

Until I’m full, you stay | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.1k | Thor Odinson x Asgardian!Fem!Reader

18+, Minors DNI, Cockwarming, Public sex, risk of discovery, power imbalance, Size kink, mention of overstimulation, Thor being a tease, Loki being very aware, Dirty talk, pet names, light humiliation.

The golden halls of Asgard echo with drunken songs and overflowing goblets. Their future king reclines at the head of the feasting table- sated with victory, indulgent with wine… and utterly buried inside you.

Not until you ask right | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 2.2k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship, Smut, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Praise Kink, Soft Dom!Steve , Slight Power Play, Controlled Pacing, Delayed Gratification, Begging, Use of Pet Names

Steve wrecks you slowly and thoroughly. But when you want more of him, he’s going to make you ask for it. But then he’ll make sure you take every inch.

Tap out | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 0.6k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Fingering, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Brat Reader

After saying some mean things about Steve he takes his aggression out during sex. Will he make you tap out?

Captain. My captain | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.3k | Early CATWS Steve Rogers x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! This Steve curses, and he is also grumpy. Steve is weak for you but a bit of a control freak. Dominate Steve, Semi-public sex act, fingering, lots of dirty talk and verbal edging, literal edging, orgasm denial, Captain and Sir kink, size kink, praise oral (m receiving), raw p in v, creampie, aftercare, soft Steve after he cums.

Steve has a kink. And you have the key.

Open up, baby | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 3.6k | Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

18+, Minors DNI, SMUT… BDSM/Restraints/Bondage, custom tech ball gag, toys (Egg vibe, anal beads, dildo) Overstimulation, Toy fucking/Machine-assisted thrusting, Filthy talk (Tony can't shut up), AI assists with data tracking, clinical observation, forced openness, Sensory overload

Tony Stark straps you into a StarkTech-compatible bench for a private demonstration of his newest toys- complete with biometric feedback

Show off | @/ramp-it-up

Explicit | 3.5k | Early CATWS Steve Rogers x Reader

18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Ari Levinson (he's a warning), Jealous, possessive Steve, hints of violent Steve, exhibitionism kink (sex in public), marking, fingering, raw p in v, praise kink, rough sex, creampie.

Steve loves to show you off.

Love knows no bounds | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 2k | Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Age gap, Reader is in late 20s & Steve is in 40s, Angst, Arguing, Dry Humping, Make up sex, P in V.

Your dad’s best friend, Steve Rogers, has been in a secret relationship with you. When Steve wants to take your relationship public, you freak out and leave for college. Once you’re back in town, you want to work things out with him. Will he forgive you?

Tangled (#9) | @vunblr

Explicit | 8.7k | Cecaelia!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Slight Angst, Teratophilia

Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.

Not ready yet | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 6.1k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Dom!Steve, Vaginal Fisting, Gentleman-to-Deviant Vibe (Soft Dom-to-Darker Shift), Size Kink & Super Soldier Strength, Manipulation (Soft-Edged, Coaxing Control), Dubious Consent, Pleasure-Drunk, Praise Kink, Your Naive but Steve is Calculated, Internal Conflict (Bliss-to-Dread Arc),

Steve Rogers has been nothing but the perfect gentleman- sweet, attentive, patient. He’s made you feel special from the moment you met, like something rare and cherished. So when he finally invites you over for dinner after two months of slow-burning romance, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t…

We couldn’t stop | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 7k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Sex Pollen / Drugged Lust, Threesome MFM, Dubious Consent (due to drug influence), Double Penetration, Oral (F & M receiving), Praise Kink, Rough Sex/Overstimulationm Fingering, anal ply, cum play, Competitive Doms

During a sweep of a forgotten HYDRA lab, you, Steve, and Bucky trigger an old aerosol dispersal system. No one realizes what hit you until it’s too late. Now stuck in quarantine- burning, aching, and caged in with two dominant, unraveling super soldiers- you’re forced to ride out the drug’s effects together.

Extra credit | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1.7k | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Oral Male, Smut, P in V.

You try to beg your professor for a better grade on your paper. He’s come up with extra credit instead.

Eternity | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 2.6k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vampire AU, drinking alcohol, drinking blood, smut, oral fem.

The moment Bucky saw you, he knew you were going to be his for Eternity.

Ties that bind us | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Bondage, Smut, Oral Fem, fingering and talk of anal at end.

Bucky has been sleeping with you every night for the last week. What is driving your husband to have such a high sexual drive?

Earn it | @/societyfolklore

Explicit | 3.6k | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Dom!Loki/Sub!Reader dynamic, Orgasm denial, Magical control/ enchantments, Power imbalance, Light bondage (hands behind back), Teasing, edging, and overstimulation, Possessive behaviour, SMUT

Loki returns to Asgard after a long absence to find you’ve disobeyed the only rule he left you with: don’t touch yourself in his absence. Now, he intends to teach you the true meaning of patience, submission, and punishment.

Behind closed doors | @/vunblr

Explicit | 5.5k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

PTSD. Regressive!Bucky. Mommy Kink. Praise Kink. Self-Soothing (Nursing). Past Self-Harm Mention.

Most days, Bucky is a functional, dependable, and even deadly man. Others, when the noise in his head gets too loud, behind closed doors, he becomes Jamie.

Hidden treasure | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 1.6k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

swearing, smut, butt plug

You surprise Bucky by wearing a gift he got you and he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

BUCKY BINGO:

The ultimate risk - Part 2 | @saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.0k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).

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 relationship? In time who will get feelings first?

The ultimate risk - Part 3 | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.9k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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.)

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?

The ultimate risk - Part 4 | @/saiyanprincessswanie

Explicit | 5.5k | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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.)

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?

Avengers-Spring Bingo:

Steve’s sketches | @sunday-bug

General | 0.7k | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers loves to sketch his favorite person.

[al-lmed]

Listen to كاظم الساهر-أنسى مين؟ دا أنت بين روحي وفؤادي.. by هُدى. on #SoundCloud

https://on.soundcloud.com/aASpR

دي من ضمن روائع كظومه

Listen to قَدري في الْحُبِّ أَنْ أَحيا حَزينا by سُندس on #SoundCloud

https://on.soundcloud.com/PKhMj

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Laundry Room Mystery | Thunderbolts | Oneshot - 1k

Thunderbolts spoilers!

Bucky can't seem to keep his wardrobe full, so begins his laundry room mystery. His empty wardrobe is the clear victim, but who's the perp?

Warnings: Language and nonsense.

Notes: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AASpring Bingo - "Stop stealing my clothes!" Divider by @saradika-graphics ⚡ I was thinking about a ship while I wrote this but it didn't feel like enough to justify putting it in the description. Will probably write for it in the future, let me know what you think

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes | Spring Bingo

Bucky closed and then opened his wardrobe doors, half hoping the rail would magically fill itself with black t-shirts and jeans if he just wished hard enough.

But they were still starkly empty.

He'd been wearing the same t-shirt for two days, despite putting a load of laundry on, it just never seemed to make it back to his wardrobe before it disappeared. Almost everything was gone, t-shirts, jeans and combat trousers, most of his hoodies, even his socks and boxer briefs had gone!

He continued his search out into the corridor, hoping he'd perhaps just dropped the basket somewhere and forgotten about it during a call, but it was as empty as his wardrobe, still in the same white paint and tiled floor the contractors had chosen.

"Oh, hi Bucky, have you lost something?"

Bucky looked round to find Ava stood, leaning against the wall. There was something familiar about her jeans — he squinted at them, really really familiar.

"Just looking for my laundry." He looked towards the end of the corridor too, just the window out onto the New York skyline, but no laundry.

"I think I saw some of your things in the laundry room." Ava shrugged and turned to go back into her room. There, on the back pocket, was a frayed rip. Those were his jeans!

"Hey wait!"

"See you later, Bucky." He can't stop her phasing through the wall and her bedroom door remains firmly closed as well.

"God damn it." He sighed, he's torn between hating Ava for being able to run away so easily, and being consumed with jealousy that he can't just disappear through walls sometimes.

At least he has some sort of clue, maybe he had just left everything in the laundry room this time. He strode his way through the living room towards the elevator, coming to a stop when he spots his hoodie on the sofa tangled up with a pile of blankets and throw cushions. As he reached down to pick it up the pile moved, revealling a sleeping Bob underneath.

"Hey," Bucky stage whispered, he didn't really have the heart to wake the man. "Hey," he tries again, but Bob just rolled over, snuggling deeper into the neckline and Bucky gave up.

Laundry room, there must be something in the laundry room.

The elevator dinged open far too quickly, revealling a very warm and ruffled looking Yelena in her favourite oversized workout shirt and little black shorts

"Bucky," she smiled looking at his own compression shirt and the sweat pants he wears in the evening, the only clothes he had left in his wardrobe. "You are going to the gym? I could go another round." She laughs and Bucky smiles too, it's nice having Yelena here, someone who reflects some of the darker parts of his own history but with a dry wit and a newfound enjoyment for life.

"Not today, 'Lena, looking for my clean laundry."

"Ahh…" she looked around knowingly and then sniffs, a tell, he's noticed. She knows something.

"Would you know anything about it?"

Yelena shrugged and they danced around each other as she leaves the elevator and he steps inside. "Not a clue, Bucky." She smiles one last time, then lifts a corner of her shirt to wipe sweat from her brow and — for christ's sake those are his boxer briefs. His underwear.

"Yelena you can't just take —"

"Byeee Bucky!" She shouts and the doors click shut, whooshing down to the laundry room.

There's nothing in the laundry room.

Not his clothes. Not anyones clothes, which is somewhat concerning when he thinks about how many people live in the tower now and how much laundry they must surely generate.

With a resigned sigh he stepped back into the elevator, scrolling his phone to order some new clothes. It'll bankrupt him, at this rate, maybe he can bulk by those t-shirts he likes from the supplier.

The living space is busier when he returns, everyone's sat around on the couches, even Bob's awake and gives him a little wave, hands half covered by Bucky's hoody.

"Ahhh Mr Winter, returned from…" Alexei pauses, trying to figure out where Bucky might have been in his mismatched outfit.

"The laundry room." Yelena supplies and John snorts a laugh.

"It's not funny, Walker, I know Ava and Yelena have been stealing my clothes." Bucky puts his hands on his hips, attempting his scariest stare in an effort to retrieve his jeans and underwear.

"Not guilty," Ava says, waving a hand in the air.

"I know you're lying." He glares back and she simply sticks her middle finger up and goes back to her flipping through a magazine.

"I would never take your things, Bucky." Yelena said very seriously despite the fact it was quite clear her little shorts are actually underwear.

"That's gross, Belova."

"Bite me, Walker."

"Wait a minute." Bucky looks John over again. "That's my t-shirt isn't it?" He scrunches his face up and covers it with both hands to stop himself from leaping over the coffee table and wrestling the shirt back. "I don't know which of you is worse!"

"Pretty sure this is mine." John doesn't even look, just leans back and sips from his mug. Bucky could hit him, but his ridiculous banter is making Bob and Yelena laugh.

"Mr Winter, this is very disrespectful, what are you going to do?"

From between his fingers Bucky sighs again, "Nothing, Alexei, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Forget it, join us." Alexei's voice was loud, but welcoming, and Bucky really can't be bothered internet shopping right now when he could be lazing around and reading his new book with a hot coffee instead. Alexei's buoyant company keeping them from falling into a real argument.

"Only if everyone promises to stop stealing my clothes and return them all by this evening."

The team go quiet, but eventually everyone nods in agreement.

"Good, then I'll join you."

Alexei shifts up, kicking his boots off and planting his feet on the coffee table as the volume starts to rise from everyone talking at once.

Bucky looks from Alexei's beaming face to his socks, one has a little Captain America shield, the other Joaquin's new Falcon logo.

"Are those my fucking socks?"

[avengers-assemble-bingo]

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[holylulusworld]

Avengers Assemble: Spring Bingo

Card Number: AAS006

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

(Please consider none of the stories are available yet.)

Stories written for: @avengers-assemble-bingo

Square 1: ??? (??? x Reader): Picking flowers

Square 2: ??? (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader): "Stop stealing my clothes."

Square 3: ??? (??? x Reader): Domestic chores

Square 4: ??? (??? x Reader): Gardening

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Avengers Assemble Bingo - Spring Edition!

Bucky and Modern Technology

Floral Decorations - Beep Cute - Steve Rogers/Reader

"Stop stealing my clothes" - Laundry Room Mystery - Thunderbolts

Bucky and Redwing

[holylulusworld]

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Alpine, the heartbreaker

Summary: Your cat fell for a charming heartbreaker.

Pairing: Domestic!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader; Alpine Barnes x Tinker Bell Y/L/N

Written for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Spring Bingo” – Square filled: Gardening

Warnings: naughty cats doing naughty things, cat pregnancy, fluff, general cuteness, cats in love, flirty Bucky

A/N: For my story, Alpine is a tomcat.

“The weather is hot today, isn’t it, Tinker Bell?” You wipe your sweaty forehead, sighing as your cat disappears from sight once more. You huff because the last thing you want is for your beloved cat to get lost. “Tink? I told you not to stray too far from the garden.”

You sigh and go back to tending your roses. Tinker Bell usually never strays and stays by your side, but for the last few weeks, she has tended to disappear for an hour or two.

Gardening is your second favorite hobby since you moved into your house four months ago; crocheting is another. Your life has become more grounded and peaceful since you quit your job and decided to settle down and live a domestic life.

A noise catches your attention. It sounds like a wounded cat, and your heart thunders in your chest. You grab the pruning shears and sprint toward the noise. If anyone tries to hurt your cat, you’ll not let them live.

Chasing after the noise, you call your cat’s name. You must look like a lunatic running along the sidewalk, screaming, Tinker Bell.

“Tink! I’m coming!” You pant, not used to running so much anymore. “Leave my cat alone!”

Tink gets louder, and you run a little faster to reach your cat. Whoever hurts your beloved cat will suffer a slow death.

“Tink!” Stopping in your tracks, you watch a white cat do unspeakable things to your beloved Tinker Bell. Tink mewls like a cat in heat, enjoying the white cat’s attention a little too much for your liking. “You pervert!”

“Alpine!” A man runs toward you and your cat… “Punk, what are you doing!” He snorts as his cat is having a blast. “Uh—I didn’t think you had it in you. I thought the vet said you’re sterile.”

“Yeah, well.” You huff and glare at the man. “He’s capable of doing …” You're making air quotes, “it.”

“It looks like she’s enjoying it,” he grins, blue eyes sparkling as you glare at him. He looks familiar to you, but you can’t remember where you have seen the man before. “I think we should give them some privacy.”

“What? No, he can’t just…and then,” you try to argue, but the man guides you away from your cat and her lover. You can’t believe your cat has a more active sex life than you. “If she gets pregnant, you’ll pay child support. You and your naughty cat!”

You exclaim before storming off, cursing the man and his white devil.

“Lady, it’s not Alpine’s fault your cat is a naughty one,” he snickers as you turn around to glare in his direction. “Just saying, it takes two to have fun. Your cat is a naughty girl.”

“Irresponsible,” you scold the man and walk away. “How dare he call my cat a naughty girl!”

“Tink, we need to talk,” you say as your cat stretches on your bed. She’s meowing loudly when you run your hand over her belly. “You got knocked up by a punk. A naughty white heartbreaker. This can never happen again.”

She ignores your speech and rolls to the other side, purring.

“Young lady, I’m talking to you!” Pacing in your living room, you sigh. Having kittens wasn’t in your plans. “It’s not only your fault, though. I shouldn’t have trusted the shelter telling me you’re sterile. Now we will have babies to take care of.”

Watching your cat get comfortable, you plan on giving the owner of the devil seducing your innocent Tink a piece of your mind. You already have found out where he’s living. He bought the house just down the street.

“Ah, the naughty cat owner,” the man says, leaning on his door frame as you stand in front of his door, an ultrasound of your cat in your hands. “Does she want more of Alpine?”

“Your cat is going to be a father soon,” you grunt and push the ultrasound into his hands. “You should tell him not to stray. We don’t like a womanizer!”

“Whoa, punk!” He laughs when his cat runs out of the door to sit in front of you. Alpine meows and looks up at you. “He’s missing his lady cat.”

“He did enough!” You mutter under your breath.

“Hey, they are cats.” He shrugs. "Alpine won’t be a deadbeat father. We’ll take care of the young lady he made love to.”

You don’t know if you want to laugh or slap the cocky smirk off his face. “You should tell your cat to…” You frown. The situation is more than strange, and you don’t know what to tell him.

“I’ll tell Alpine not to stray,” he leans closer and says, “but I think this is not necessary. He lost his heart to your beauty.”

You snort. “Just…don’t let him knock more cats up.”

“He wouldn’t dream of straying,” he smirks. “Now that our kids are going to have kids, we should introduce each other, don’t you think?”

“Uh—Y/N,” you splutter.

“Bucky,” he replies, holding out his hand. You shake it, suddenly aware of where you have seen him and his metal arm before.

Great—the Winter Soldier’s cat knocked Tink up. What the hell…

One day later, you answer the door, only to find Bucky and his cat in front of your door. Alpine is wearing a tiny bow bowtie, and Bucky holds a basket filled with cat products in his arms.

“What is all this?” You ask, glancing at the basket.

“Uh—child support,” Bucky replies. “I told you Alpine will be a good father and partner. Can he now see your cat? He’s crawling up the walls.”

“I—” You look at the basket again, laughing. “Okay, come on in. She’s in the living room, sleeping. Her belly is growing fast.”

“How are the kittens?” Bucky asks when you allow him inside. “Can…can Alpine come with you next time to see the babies?”

You’d laugh at his words, but he looks so serious and determined that you don’t have it in you to make fun of Bucky.

“Sure, if my vet is okay with it, Alpine can come around.”

You walk into the living room, watching Alpine run toward the couch. He jumps onto the couch, immediately starting to groom Tinker Bell.

“I think they are in love,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“Young love, huh?” You laugh because your cat is rolling over to cuddle with Alpine. They meow and purr, having a not-so-silent conversation.

“Should we…uh…leave them alone?” Bucky looks unsure when you take the basket out of his hands. “We shouldn’t watch them, right?”

“We can have coffee in my kitchen and leave them to…uh…their reunion.” You grab Bucky’s hand to guide him toward your kitchen. “Just so you know, the kittens are alright.”

“What are we going to do with them?” He asks, worriedly looking at you. “We cannot abandon them. They’re Alpine’s kids.”

“I think we should talk about shared custody.”

“Maybe, we can…uh…find a better solution,” he says, looking you deep in the eyes. “You know, my cat loves your cat and all.”

You laugh at his poor attempt to flirt with you. “How about you invite me for dinner before we plan on having a family of cats?”

“It’s a date!” He hurriedly says, hoping he’ll get lucky in love too…

[late-to-the-party-81]

This made me giggle so much! 🤣

Caught in a Tight Space

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, & Clint in the Vent

Word Count: 725

Summary: Clint gets stuck in a vent above Steve’s room. He hears more than he wants to.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Clint stuck in a vent.

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Clint in the vent. Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, and thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

Please Read, Reblog, & Comment. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to translating or reposting my work on any social media platform, app, or third-party site or run through AI. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen.

Clint’s climbing through the vents as usual through the Avengers Compound, trying to get his training in. He was currently distracted by the tower gossip involving you and Steve Rogers. Were you both an item? He crawls right instead of left at a junction and by the time he knows it, the vent has gotten smaller leaving him currently stuck. 

“Uh, FRIDAY, can you send word to someone that I’m stuck? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Of course, Mr. Barton. Sending message now,” the AI responds.

“Thanks,” he says, before grumbling to himself. “I can’t believe I got myself in this position in the first place. Guess all I can do is wait for someone to arrive.”

Running through the hallways, you and Steve are trying not to get caught on camera together. Quickly, you both enter his bedroom and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist. Steve easily takes you down onto the bed and you both roll around kissing each other. Clothes are shed and your breathing speeds up as lean fingers trace purposeful patterns over your skin. 

“Captain Rogers, I need to inform you about Mr. Barton,” FRIDAY suddenly interrupts but Steve cuts the AI off.

“FRIDAY, please don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency,” he calls out.

“As you wish, Captain Rogers,” the AI responds in its usual neutral tone and with that the pair of you continue.

“Oh god, Steve,” you say between kisses. “I need you inside of me.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fuck you and that needy pussy of yours real good into the bed.” Steve and you strip until you’re both naked and he slaps your ass playfully as you get on your hands and knees for him. Steve runs his already hard cock through your wet pussy a few times before he pushes into you easily. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, amazed as always at how tight and wet you are for him.

Both of you groan out in pleasure as Steve sets a hard and fast pace. Every thrust inside your pussy has you moaning out his name. His grip on your hips will probably leave bruises in the morning but he doesn’t care – all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress. 

“Call me Captain, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice drops an octave to his commanding Captain voice.

“Fuck me, Captain. You feel so good…”

It’s then that Steve swears he hears Clint’s voice and his pace slows. “Did you hear that?”

Impatient, you push your ass against him and start fucking yourself on his cock. “Hear what? All I hear is us,” you giggle as Steve growls and returns to his punishing pace. 

Harder and faster, skin slaps against skin as the room is filled with both your moans and Steve’s grunts. Steve’s trying to focus on you and your pleasure when he hears a ‘help’ and some banging around. He pulls out of you and looks around his room. 

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought you were going to fuck me into the bed?” You pout, uncertain as to why he’s stopped.

“I hear someone. I think. In the vents.”

You look around the room and listen but you don’t hear anything. At least, not at first, but then you do – banging coming from the ceiling. You quickly pull on your panties and Steve’s t-shirt, while he pulls his boxer briefs on.

“FRIDAY, what’s the noise coming from the ceiling?” Steve asks the AI. 

“As I tried to mention earlier, Mr. Barton is stuck in one of the ventilation vents. He got turned around during one of his training sessions.” 

You were looking up at the ceiling and now you knew Clint was up there, you  could hear him more, although whatever he was saying still wasn’t clear. “FRIDAY, can you tell us what he’s saying?”

The comms came on in the room and you can hear Clint cussing. “Son of a bitch. I knew you two were up to something for weeks, but I didn’t guess this. Looks like I owe Nat fifty bucks. Now, if you're finally done, can you get me out of here?”

Steve’s face grows pink from embarrassment. “Yeah…let me ummm… get Tony down here so we can get you out.”

Looks like yours and Steve’s secret is out now. 

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Beep Cute | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot - 1.1k words

When some ass on a motorbike splashes you, leaving your sandwich and coffee on the sidewalk, you decide to follow them and give them a piece of your mind.

Warnings: language, angry meet-cute, reader is described as shorter than Steve. Fluffy nonsense 🥰

Divider by @firefly-graphics

For @avengers-assemble-bingo Spring Bingo "floral decorations"

Masterlist | Steve Rogers | Spring Bingo

As if your day couldn’t get any worse, it rained. Not the kind of autumnal drizzle that accompanied most days since you moved to New York, but torrential, fierce, bullets of rain that pounded on your flimsy umbrella and soaked you from your toes up. At least you had a warm sandwich and a huge coffee to console yourself with when you got back to your apartment. It was this thought that had you losing focus as you strayed too close to the road and the growing puddles that lined each street corner, forming ponds on the crossings and reflecting the angry, grey sky back up at itself. 

A horn blared, shocking you from your thoughts half a second before a tidal wave of murky, puddle water soaked you from the neck down. 

“What the fuck!” You shouted, eyeing the motorbike as it sped down the road, dodging between the traffic. Your coffee lay at your feet, mixing with the equally dark water pooling around your shoes. The carefully prepared and wrapped sandwich hadn’t fared any better, the deli paper now soggy and falling apart. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” You fumed, squeezing your eyes tight to stop your tears from falling. You wouldn’t cry, but you would get even. 

The motorbike stopped at the lights, giving you a chance to catch up, before turning a corner and making its way into an underground garage. Whoever was riding was big, a soft looking brown leather jacket stretched across their shoulders, maybe too big to be challenge? But one thought of the delicious sandwich, now a soggy mess on the floor, gave you the courage to continue your pursuit. 

Rounding the side of the building you found the entrance, huge glass and steel walls towered over the grand atrium, probably some bank or something, especially considering the mass of people swarming in at this time. It took a while for you to get in, but as soon as you did you wondered how you were even going to find this person amid the crowds. 

 You contemplated asking at the front desk, it was decorated in a spray of spring flowers, bunnies, eggs, daffodils and tulips that were a contrast to the various groups dressed in odd, all black, military uniforms that milled around the elevators.

You joined the queue of other visitors, watching the animations of bunnies hopping along the crisp white reception desk among blooming flowers and fluttering grass. How ridiculously ostentatious. Who even watered the flowers? How much had all this nonsense cost just for the identikit staff to walk past without evening noticing.

But before you could reach the front of the queue the lift opened revealing a familiar looking leather jacket. Now in dry jeans and trainers, but still with damp hair. 

“Hey!” You shouted again, this time the man looked up, his blonde hair falling in front of his face briefly before he could swipe the wet locks back with his hands. 

“Hi!” He said cheerily, holding his hand out, “always nice to meet fans, I can’t stop though.” He smiled in a strange way, both friendly and cold, as if this wasn’t quite his real smile but something practised and placed. 

“I’m not a fan, quite the fucking opposite.” You brushed his hand back and he bristled briefly, taking on a wider stance and glancing at the small group he had left to speak to you. 

“Can I help you, Ma’am?” 

“Yes, you fucking can. First I want an apology-” 

“An apology?” 

“Yes! For splashing me so rudely and knocking my lunch out of my hands and then, and then -” your anger was catching up with you, winding you as you tried to stare down the man towering above you, but it was difficult given your wet hair and several inches of height he had over you. “— then you owe me for my lunch, by the way, which I was really looking forward to.”

“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I had no idea I’d stopped you from having your food, what if I-” 

“Is that it? What gives you the fucking right to behave like that, what if I didn’t find you? Huh? Would you still say sorry? No, probably not. You city boys, you’re all the same, so rude.” 

The man smiled again, not the calculated toothless grimace he’d attempted early, but a wide smile, then he laughed. 

"City boys?"

"You know what I mean, bankers, hedge funder-ers — whatever you're called."

“Bankers?” He was holding back a laugh very unsuccessfully.

“Yes, bankers, all so rude and, and, and, privileged!” 

“You think this is a bank?” 

“Yes…” Suddenly you weren’t sure, was it a bank? You looked around again, noticing the Stark logo on one of the lifts in the corner, the other lifts had a large 'A' with an a-symetrical tail and…fuck. Oh, fuck, this wasn’t a bank at all. “Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“This is Avengers tower?” 

“Yes.” The man nodded and, oh shit, now you looked properly, not just any man. Steve fucking Rogers, Captain America. You looked around, the rest of the reception area had already gone quiet to watch your interaction and you’d be damned if you backed down now. America’s golden boy or not, he’d been rude and you wanted your compensation. 

“That’s even worse!” 

He smiled again, pulling you by the elbow, scanning a security pass quickly and closing the door behind you. 

“You can’t kidnap me!” Although you wanted to sound firm and authoritative, it came out as more of a shriek. “Let me go!” 

“Hey, hey.” Steve held his hands up, spreading them wider than his shoulders and stepping back, “I just didn’t want you all over the papers or something.” 

Through your heavy breaths you managed to calm down, looking him over again. He really didn’t seem to want to hurt you and, now the initial shock of the situation had worn off, he also looked very, very sorry. 

“I really didn’t mean to splash you, or make you lose your lunch. Please let me make it up to you?” He offered, lowering his hands slowly. 

“How?” 

“Well…We’ve got spare clothes here, you can have them, whoever your favourite Avenger is, there’s sweatpants and sweaters, whatever you want, you can have it, and then when you’re dry, please let me take you to lunch.” 

“You want to take me to lunch?” You raised an eyebrow, “not just give me some Avengers cheque? Me and you, lunch?” 

“Only if you want to.” Steve let his smile soften, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you, I just thought…well, it could be fun?”

“It could be fun,” You agreed, allowing yourself a small smile too. 

“Great, lets get you some clean clothes.” Steve bounced towards the door again, holding his hand out for you to follow, “who’s your favourite Avenger?” He asked, looking hopefully. 

“Oh, uhm… Thor?” 

“Thor!?” 

Steve’s face dropped and you laughed, taking his hand.

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Alpine, the heartbreaker

Summary: Your cat fell for a charming heartbreaker.

Pairing: Domestic!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader; Alpine Barnes x Tinker Bell Y/L/N

Written for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Spring Bingo” – Square filled: Gardening

Warnings: naughty cats doing naughty things, cat pregnancy, fluff, general cuteness, cats in love, flirty Bucky

A/N: For my story, Alpine is a tomcat.

“The weather is hot today, isn’t it, Tinker Bell?” You wipe your sweaty forehead, sighing as your cat disappears from sight once more. You huff because the last thing you want is for your beloved cat to get lost. “Tink? I told you not to stray too far from the garden.”

You sigh and go back to tending your roses. Tinker Bell usually never strays and stays by your side, but for the last few weeks, she has tended to disappear for an hour or two.

Gardening is your second favorite hobby since you moved into your house four months ago; crocheting is another. Your life has become more grounded and peaceful since you quit your job and decided to settle down and live a domestic life.

A noise catches your attention. It sounds like a wounded cat, and your heart thunders in your chest. You grab the pruning shears and sprint toward the noise. If anyone tries to hurt your cat, you’ll not let them live.

Chasing after the noise, you call your cat’s name. You must look like a lunatic running along the sidewalk, screaming, Tinker Bell.

“Tink! I’m coming!” You pant, not used to running so much anymore. “Leave my cat alone!”

Tink gets louder, and you run a little faster to reach your cat. Whoever hurts your beloved cat will suffer a slow death.

“Tink!” Stopping in your tracks, you watch a white cat do unspeakable things to your beloved Tinker Bell. Tink mewls like a cat in heat, enjoying the white cat’s attention a little too much for your liking. “You pervert!”

“Alpine!” A man runs toward you and your cat… “Punk, what are you doing!” He snorts as his cat is having a blast. “Uh—I didn’t think you had it in you. I thought the vet said you’re sterile.”

“Yeah, well.” You huff and glare at the man. “He’s capable of doing …” You're making air quotes, “it.”

“It looks like she’s enjoying it,” he grins, blue eyes sparkling as you glare at him. He looks familiar to you, but you can’t remember where you have seen the man before. “I think we should give them some privacy.”

“What? No, he can’t just…and then,” you try to argue, but the man guides you away from your cat and her lover. You can’t believe your cat has a more active sex life than you. “If she gets pregnant, you’ll pay child support. You and your naughty cat!”

You exclaim before storming off, cursing the man and his white devil.

“Lady, it’s not Alpine’s fault your cat is a naughty one,” he snickers as you turn around to glare in his direction. “Just saying, it takes two to have fun. Your cat is a naughty girl.”

“Irresponsible,” you scold the man and walk away. “How dare he call my cat a naughty girl!”

“Tink, we need to talk,” you say as your cat stretches on your bed. She’s meowing loudly when you run your hand over her belly. “You got knocked up by a punk. A naughty white heartbreaker. This can never happen again.”

She ignores your speech and rolls to the other side, purring.

“Young lady, I’m talking to you!” Pacing in your living room, you sigh. Having kittens wasn’t in your plans. “It’s not only your fault, though. I shouldn’t have trusted the shelter telling me you’re sterile. Now we will have babies to take care of.”

Watching your cat get comfortable, you plan on giving the owner of the devil seducing your innocent Tink a piece of your mind. You already have found out where he’s living. He bought the house just down the street.

“Ah, the naughty cat owner,” the man says, leaning on his door frame as you stand in front of his door, an ultrasound of your cat in your hands. “Does she want more of Alpine?”

“Your cat is going to be a father soon,” you grunt and push the ultrasound into his hands. “You should tell him not to stray. We don’t like a womanizer!”

“Whoa, punk!” He laughs when his cat runs out of the door to sit in front of you. Alpine meows and looks up at you. “He’s missing his lady cat.”

“He did enough!” You mutter under your breath.

“Hey, they are cats.” He shrugs. "Alpine won’t be a deadbeat father. We’ll take care of the young lady he made love to.”

You don’t know if you want to laugh or slap the cocky smirk off his face. “You should tell your cat to…” You frown. The situation is more than strange, and you don’t know what to tell him.

“I’ll tell Alpine not to stray,” he leans closer and says, “but I think this is not necessary. He lost his heart to your beauty.”

You snort. “Just…don’t let him knock more cats up.”

“He wouldn’t dream of straying,” he smirks. “Now that our kids are going to have kids, we should introduce each other, don’t you think?”

“Uh—Y/N,” you splutter.

“Bucky,” he replies, holding out his hand. You shake it, suddenly aware of where you have seen him and his metal arm before.

Great—the Winter Soldier’s cat knocked Tink up. What the hell…

One day later, you answer the door, only to find Bucky and his cat in front of your door. Alpine is wearing a tiny bow bowtie, and Bucky holds a basket filled with cat products in his arms.

“What is all this?” You ask, glancing at the basket.

“Uh—child support,” Bucky replies. “I told you Alpine will be a good father and partner. Can he now see your cat? He’s crawling up the walls.”

“I—” You look at the basket again, laughing. “Okay, come on in. She’s in the living room, sleeping. Her belly is growing fast.”

“How are the kittens?” Bucky asks when you allow him inside. “Can…can Alpine come with you next time to see the babies?”

You’d laugh at his words, but he looks so serious and determined that you don’t have it in you to make fun of Bucky.

“Sure, if my vet is okay with it, Alpine can come around.”

You walk into the living room, watching Alpine run toward the couch. He jumps onto the couch, immediately starting to groom Tinker Bell.

“I think they are in love,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“Young love, huh?” You laugh because your cat is rolling over to cuddle with Alpine. They meow and purr, having a not-so-silent conversation.

“Should we…uh…leave them alone?” Bucky looks unsure when you take the basket out of his hands. “We shouldn’t watch them, right?”

“We can have coffee in my kitchen and leave them to…uh…their reunion.” You grab Bucky’s hand to guide him toward your kitchen. “Just so you know, the kittens are alright.”

“What are we going to do with them?” He asks, worriedly looking at you. “We cannot abandon them. They’re Alpine’s kids.”

“I think we should talk about shared custody.”

“Maybe, we can…uh…find a better solution,” he says, looking you deep in the eyes. “You know, my cat loves your cat and all.”

You laugh at his poor attempt to flirt with you. “How about you invite me for dinner before we plan on having a family of cats?”

“It’s a date!” He hurriedly says, hoping he’ll get lucky in love too…

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Caught in a Tight Space

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, & Clint in the Vent

Word Count: 725

Summary: Clint gets stuck in a vent above Steve’s room. He hears more than he wants to.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Clint stuck in a vent.

A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Clint in the vent. Card # AAS 008

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, and thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.

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Clint’s climbing through the vents as usual through the Avengers Compound, trying to get his training in. He was currently distracted by the tower gossip involving you and Steve Rogers. Were you both an item? He crawls right instead of left at a junction and by the time he knows it, the vent has gotten smaller leaving him currently stuck. 

“Uh, FRIDAY, can you send word to someone that I’m stuck? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.”

“Of course, Mr. Barton. Sending message now,” the AI responds.

“Thanks,” he says, before grumbling to himself. “I can’t believe I got myself in this position in the first place. Guess all I can do is wait for someone to arrive.”

Running through the hallways, you and Steve are trying not to get caught on camera together. Quickly, you both enter his bedroom and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his trim waist. Steve easily takes you down onto the bed and you both roll around kissing each other. Clothes are shed and your breathing speeds up as lean fingers trace purposeful patterns over your skin. 

“Captain Rogers, I need to inform you about Mr. Barton,” FRIDAY suddenly interrupts but Steve cuts the AI off.

“FRIDAY, please don’t disturb us unless it’s an emergency,” he calls out.

“As you wish, Captain Rogers,” the AI responds in its usual neutral tone and with that the pair of you continue.

“Oh god, Steve,” you say between kisses. “I need you inside of me.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fuck you and that needy pussy of yours real good into the bed.” Steve and you strip until you’re both naked and he slaps your ass playfully as you get on your hands and knees for him. Steve runs his already hard cock through your wet pussy a few times before he pushes into you easily. 

“Fuck,” Steve says, amazed as always at how tight and wet you are for him.

Both of you groan out in pleasure as Steve sets a hard and fast pace. Every thrust inside your pussy has you moaning out his name. His grip on your hips will probably leave bruises in the morning but he doesn’t care – all he wants to do is fuck you into the mattress. 

“Call me Captain, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice drops an octave to his commanding Captain voice.

“Fuck me, Captain. You feel so good…”

It’s then that Steve swears he hears Clint’s voice and his pace slows. “Did you hear that?”

Impatient, you push your ass against him and start fucking yourself on his cock. “Hear what? All I hear is us,” you giggle as Steve growls and returns to his punishing pace. 

Harder and faster, skin slaps against skin as the room is filled with both your moans and Steve’s grunts. Steve’s trying to focus on you and your pleasure when he hears a ‘help’ and some banging around. He pulls out of you and looks around his room. 

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought you were going to fuck me into the bed?” You pout, uncertain as to why he’s stopped.

“I hear someone. I think. In the vents.”

You look around the room and listen but you don’t hear anything. At least, not at first, but then you do – banging coming from the ceiling. You quickly pull on your panties and Steve’s t-shirt, while he pulls his boxer briefs on.

“FRIDAY, what’s the noise coming from the ceiling?” Steve asks the AI. 

“As I tried to mention earlier, Mr. Barton is stuck in one of the ventilation vents. He got turned around during one of his training sessions.” 

You were looking up at the ceiling and now you knew Clint was up there, you  could hear him more, although whatever he was saying still wasn’t clear. “FRIDAY, can you tell us what he’s saying?”

The comms came on in the room and you can hear Clint cussing. “Son of a bitch. I knew you two were up to something for weeks, but I didn’t guess this. Looks like I owe Nat fifty bucks. Now, if you're finally done, can you get me out of here?”

Steve’s face grows pink from embarrassment. “Yeah…let me ummm… get Tony down here so we can get you out.”

Looks like yours and Steve’s secret is out now. 

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