#barman!bucky

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Too sweet

John Egan X RedCross! Reader

Summary: When Y/n breaks up with Harry Crosby, Bucky goes to help her...

Warning: Asshole!Harry Crosby/+18/ smut/ riding/ unprotected sex/ p in v/ hickey/ swearing/ kissing/ alcohol/ use of Y/n

Word count: 2.7k

The band was playing as Y/n and Harry Crosby made their way into the room. It was a party for someone’s 25th mission. Y/n was excited to drink what the barman was going to propose, words on the street was that he was good with fruity drinks. It was something new for the base, they usually drank whiskey, rhum and coca cola. ‘’I’ve heard that he makes new drinks, fruitier than your usual whiskey’’ she joked, but Crosby was not laughing. He was growing tired of Y/n’s sunshine personality. He liked her, but he liked her body more. They were just having sex at first, to blow off some steam, but Y/n started to visit him, and Crosby didn’t have to balls to tell her that it was just sex.

‘’He doesn’t deserve her’’ John Egan said to his friend, Buck. ‘’I completely agree with you, he seems tired of her’’ he adds. Ever since she came on the base as a Red Cross volunteer, Bucky was in awe of her. She was so beautiful, and she had this confident attitude that attracted the Major. Bucky kept looking at her from across the room as Crosby dragged her in front of the bar. ‘’You should convince her to, y’a know, leave him’’ Rosie Rosenthal said, taking a sip of his drinks as he joined the conversation. Egan’s head turned to look at Rosie, questioning his motive, but still, John agreed with him. Helen joined the men, with her drink in the hand, she came next to Rosie. ‘’I heard that he’s the missionary king. Kinda boring if you want my opinion’’ she took a sip, smirking. Gale Cleven scoffed before looking at Y/n, the woman looked desperate for someone to save her.

She adjusted her dress, the one she wore for him. It was bright red, the buttons stopped in the middle of her breast, exposing cleavage, the dress stopped mid thigh. It was beautiful, Y/n thought she looked amazing in it; but when Harry Crosby saw her, he just said that she looked nice. It pained her, she put a lot of effort in her look to just be told that she looked nice. ‘’I’ll have a whiskey, neat’’ Crosby ordered. Y/n stuttered a little bit, she didn’t know what to say. She looked at the menu, filled with colorful drinks before choosing one with grenadine and gin. Helen came to her rescue, pulling her away from Crosby as Y/n grabbed her drink. ‘’I’m borrowing her’’ Helen said to Harry. She almost spilled her drink, but when she sat on the table, Helen looked at her. ‘’Him? Y/n you deserve better’’ she stated. ‘’We’re not official, and he’s really tired, his job is hard.’’ she excused him, again. Helen rolled her eyes, before looking at John Egan. ‘’By the look of things, you’ll never be official with him. He looks bored’’ she tries to reason her friend. Y/n fidgeted with her fingers, taking a sip of her drink. It was really tasty! ‘’It’s complicated, he’s still with Jean’’ Y/n whispered. Helen choked on her drink, almost spitting it. ‘’WHAT?!’’ she exclaimed; Y/n looked at the ground.

John Egan was looking at Y/n, that red dress suited her perfectly. She was breathtaking. When they heard Helen exclaim loudly, Buck and Rosie looked at each other. ‘’Holy shit’’ Rosie chuckled as he read Helen’s lips. ‘’What?’’ Bucky asked, looking at Rosie. ‘’If I understand correctly, he’s still with his wife’’ Rosie whispered. Bucky started to laugh. ‘’Harry Crosby, you son of a bitch’’ he mumbled, chuckling. Harry Crosby made his way into the crowd, looking for Y/n, when he got to her, he practically pulled her away from her chair. Y/n walked past Bucky, smiling to him as she was being dragged in the room.

‘’Another whiskey, neat please’’ he ordered the same thing. Y/n tried a lot of things, it was all good, she tried to convince Harry to try other things, but he was sticking with his whiskey neat. ‘’Croz, the Cosmopolitan is really good, I’m sure you’ll like – ‘’ Harry Crosby slammed his hand on the table, not to strong, but loud enough to make the woman flinch. ‘’Goddamnit, Y/n, for the last time. I don’t want to try your fruity drinks! God, how many times do I have to tell you?!’’ he said, aggressively. ‘’I, uh, I’’ she stuttered, in shock of what just happened. ‘’You and your sweet stuff. *scoff*, pathetic. Why can’t you just be like Jean, obedient and silent. No, I have to deal with your sweet and ‘I always see things in a positive way’ bullshit. Your just too sweet for me!’’ he spat. The waiter put his whiskey on the table. Y/n had enough, she took his glass and got up her seat. ‘’You know what? I’d like to see things for your point of view, but I can’t get my head so far up my ass. Fuck you Harry Crosby, we’re done. Go back to your wife, you must miss her after all!’’ she said as she threw his whiskey on him.

That’s my girl! That’s what John Egan thought when he saw Y/n throw whiskey on Harry Crosby. He had it coming for a while now. He was so proud of her; he had a huge grin on his face. ‘’Go after her’’ Helen suggested, and that’s what he did. He saw her going outside, so that’s where he went. ‘’Y/n, wait!’’ he called her out. She had pure anger running through her veins. But she knew that it wasn’t Crosby going after her. She turned around and saw him. ‘’Bucky, hi’’ she cleared her throat. ‘’Are you okay? I, uh, saw the scene’’ he scratched the back of his head. She replaced her hair, looking at Bucky. ‘’Yeah, he's such an asshole’’ she scoffed. John walked closer to her, she wasn’t crying, but she was angry at Crosby. ‘’You want to get out of here?’’ he asked her, she tilted her head in confusion. ‘’Where would we go?’’ she asked. ‘’Not out of the base, but out of this aera, where he could come out’’ he clarified. She nodded as John led her gently to his Jeep.

They entered the woman’s quarters, but they were empty, since everyone was at the party. ‘’By the way, you look astonishing in that dress.’’ He complimented her. Her cheeks grew red as she bit her bottom lip. ‘’Thank you, Bucky, I, uh, you look handsome too’’ she stuttered. ‘’Those drinks looked really good; I wished I tasted one’’ he said. Y/n smiled, truly happy. That’s all he had to do, was it so hard Harry? ‘’Yeah, they were’’ she whispers as she awkwardly looks around the room. ‘’Can I ask you a question?’’ he asked her. She nodded as she sat on her bed. ‘’Why were you with him?’’ he asks. Y/n smiles as she thinks. ‘’Honestly, I thought he was going to be nice and caring. But he wasn’t, and the sex was bad’’ she blurted out the last part, putting her hand in front of her mouth in shock. ‘’God, I’m sorry, please forget I said that’’ she chuckles nervously. ‘’Don’t worry, I already knew that Helen told me’’ he confessed.

They’ve been talking for a while now; nurses were starting to come back. ‘’You have to go; you’re not supposed to be here’’ Y/n signs. John got up, so did Y/n. ‘’I’m not ready for this night to be over’’ he confesses. She blushes as she looks at him. ‘’Me neither’’ she whispers. Bucky smirks as she takes her hand, leading her outside. They got up in his Jeep as they went inside Bucky’s quarters, since he was important on the base, he had his own room. It was in the building where everyone lived, but still, it gave him a little bit of privacy. ‘’Don’t worry about them’’ he whispered as she saw men on their bed. Some men were already sleeping, others were reading and the ones that looked at her were smiling, because they saw what happened with Crosby.

When they entered his room, she felt a weird sense of déjà vu. She’d been here, in this building multiple times with Crosby, but now, she felt like she was important. When she was here, they would have fast and boring sex, usually in missionary. After sex, Harry would fall asleep, he fell asleep around 3pm, leaving Y/n alone, bored and unsatisfied. ‘’What’s going on in your pretty head?’’ Bucky asked as he closed the door. ‘’Nothing, I’m happy to be here’’ she said, not too loudly. Bucky smiled; she was so beautiful. She got comfortable, taking her shoes off and taking a seat on his bed, where he joined her after taking off his jacket. He was a little bit nervous, only because she was so beautiful. ‘’What did Helen told you, y’a know, about the sex?’’ she asked, smiling. Bucky chuckled and looked at her in the eyes. ‘’That he was the missionary king, and it was boring’’ he explains. ‘’Yeah, uh, she’s right.’’ She laughed nervously. ‘’He was that bad?’’ he asked. Y/n nodded as she blushes. ‘’He was’’ she whispers.

The air in the small room felt hot and thick. They’ve been talking about sex for a while and Y/n was hot, the small room was not helping. ‘’Tell me something true’’ Y/n said. He let out a breath before finding the courage to say what he was about to say. ‘’I really want to kiss you right now’’ he breathed out. Her breath caught in her throat as she blinked and looked at him. ‘’Tell me something true, Y/n.’’ he said seductively. She didn’t even have to think twice. ‘’I really want you to kiss me’’ she breathed out. She looked at his eyes, then his lips and his eyes again. Their face was so close, the air in the room was so heavy. Bucky put his hands on her cheek before pressing his lips on hers. The kiss felt like sunrise, it felt so good. Harry Crosby wasn’t a good kisser, but John Egan was a really good kisser. They pulled away to catch their breaths. ‘’Please… Don’t stop’’ she whispered. ‘’I wasn’t planning on it’’ he smirked. Their lips crashed against the other again, this time, it was more intense. Bucky hands trailed down her body, he laid down on the bed, making Y/n got on his lap.

His hands were getting under her skirt, trailing on her thighs, getting closer to her panties. ‘’That red dress is driving me crazy’’ he mumbled against her lips. Her hips grinned against his lap, she felt him growing hard under her. ‘’At least, someone found it hot’’ she chuckled. ‘’Yeah, more than hot – ‘’ his hips buckled, making her feel his boner. ‘’- Feel that? That’s what that dress does to me’’ he smirked. ‘’Just a dress? It doesn’t take you much’’ she giggles. He scoffed before kissing her neck. ‘’Yeah, just that. You looked like a goddess’’ he sucked the skin on her neck, making a mark. She was out of breath, she wasn’t used to this much foreplay, she felt a little dizzy, but it was in the best way possible. His hands were still on her thighs, playing with her panties, taunting her a little bit. But, even if she loved what was happening, she was frustrated, she needed Bucky right now. ‘’Major, I need you. I love the foreplay and stuff, but please; I need you’’ she breathed out. He smirked as he reached her panties. ‘’Whatever you want, darling’’ he said as he took her panties off. Her hands reached his belt, she unbuckled it as she eagerly watched him. ‘’As long as I love this dress, I want to see you’’ he said, unbuttoning her dress. ‘’Then, let me see you’’ she replied, looking at him.

They quickly undressed before going in the same position they were in before. She was naked, on top of him, Bucky was also naked. She was soaking wet, she wasn’t used to this much attention, so it turned her on a lot. ‘’Ride me, sweetheart, c’mon’’ he encouraged her. She sunk down on him, her breath caught in her throat because of the size of his length. ‘’Holy shit’’ she moaned. ‘’Breath, Y/n, take your, shit, take your time’’ he mumbled. His head was thrown back, she was really tight and felt heavenly. She began grinding on him, slowly, to make sure that it didn’t hurt. ‘’Atta girl’’ he breathed out. As she familiarized herself with his size, Y/n began to move a little faster. Bucky’s hand went on her hips, he wanted to guide her. But she was going to the pace that he was looking for. ‘’You’re so big…’’ she moaned as she leaned to kiss him. He chuckled before kissing her. When she felt one of his hands on her breast, she moaned inside his mouth. He played with her tit, teasing her nipple; he loved watching her body react to him, it felt good, seeing the effect he had on her.

The heavy breathing coming out of their mouth was erotic, the fact that they had to keep quiet was pure torture. As they came closer to their orgasm, it was more difficult to keep quiet. She felt a not in her stomach, her climax was close, but a small part of herself didn’t want it to be over, she was truly enjoying it. ‘’I’m close’’ she managed to whisper. ‘’Me too, cum with me’’ he pleaded. She tried to hold her orgasm, but it was hard. Her thighs were shaking. ‘’Bucky, I need too – ‘’ ‘’Cum, now’’ he ordered. They both reached their climax at the same time, they tried to keep quiet, but the pleasure was too much. Bucky sucked her neck again to keep quiet, marking her again.

Bucky and Y/n had to take a moment to recover from what just happened, it was truly amazing, they couldn’t believe it. ‘’Thank you for this amazing sex’’ she breathed out, smiling. ‘’You’re welcome, and I agree, it was amazing’’ he smiled. She decided to sleep here, postponing her walk of shame tomorrow. She put on one of his shirts as she laid beside him. She felt happy, her stomach had butterflies. When she fell asleep, she didn’t even think about Harry Crosby, she thought about John Egan.

A knock on the door woke them up, it was potentially someone telling Bucky that he was flying today, but when she opened the door, Y/n was surprised to see Harry Crosby. When he saw her, his mouth slightly opened. ‘’Y/n, what are you doing in Bucky’s room?’’ he asked. Bucky walked behind Y/n, she felt like she had a scary dog privilege. ‘’What do you want, Croz?’’ Bucky asked. ‘’You, uh, you’re needed, the, uh, Colonel wants to see you’’ he stuttered, seeing the marks in Y/n’s neck. She looked at her watch, it was almost time for her shift. ‘’Shoot I gotta go, see y’a’’ she kissed Bucky’s neck as she put her dress on, not bothering to button it since she was going to change. Crosby had his jaw on the floor, it wasn’t a walk of shame, it was a walk of power.

She was sitting on a table; it was her break. She’d been giving out coffee for hours, she didn’t want a boring black coffee, she wanted a good coffee, with milk and sugar, sadly milk and sugar was for Majors. ‘’Is there anyone sitting here?’’ Harry Crosby asked, with two cups of coffee in his hands. She didn’t want to talk to him, but he sat down on the table anyway. He pushed one cup in front of her: black coffee. Y/n looked at the cup, then slowly rose her head to look a Crosby. ‘’What do you want?’’ she asked. ‘’I’m so sorry for yesterday, I didn’t know – ‘’ she cut him off with her hand. ‘’Crosby, you came here to get me back?’’ she asked, with a hint of disgust. He nodded. ‘’I don’t want to hear it, you humiliated me, told me I was boring, and you’re married!’’ at the same time, Bucky came to sit next to her, handing her a cup of coffee with milk and sugar. ‘’Milk and sugar, just how you like it’’ he smiled as he sat down. Bucky kissed her cheek before looking at Crosby. ‘’You said it yourself, Harry, I’m too sweet for you’’

[stuckysbike]

Mine

I wrote this whilst drunk. Im still drunk so there’ll probably be mistakes and there all mine.

Notes: fluff, angst, possessive Bucky? happy ending.

Bucky/Reader various.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you scowled narrowing your eyes dramatically as you drew your straw between your lips. The sweet honey whiskey and soda flowed gently over your tongue.

Beside you Peter Parker giggled.

You ignored him. “I fucking hate that bitch.”

“Now now,” Peter Quill, the barman, chastised. You gave him the finger.

“Bugger off Quill,” he returned the sentiment as he walked away, clearing your view.

You sighed in irritation. “What were you wanting to happen?” Wanda asked softly.

“A sinkhole, big enough for her, to swallow her,” you muttered darkly.

“Are there sinkholes in New York?” Pietro asked.

“There are sinkholes wherever the fuck I want sinkholes to be,” you muttered darkly. You took another sip of your drink and waved at Quill for a refill.

There was another loud laugh and her hand brushed down Bucky’s chest.

“I also am suspicious of her,” Zemo leaned close. You elbowed him in the gut and he drew back with an oaf.

“Oh for fuck sake here comes fanboy number three,” you glowered as Sam walked through the door followed by Joaquin. Jay had the decency to roll his eyes and head towards you leaving Sam with Steve and Bucky to fawn over Sharon.

“She’s overrated,” Jay said taking the seat next to you.

“Thank you!” You cried.

“At least you have more friends than her,” Pietro said.

“I am honoured to be part of this friend grou-“

“NO!” You, Peter, Wanda, Pietro and Jay called.

Zemo pouted and you drew your attention away. In another life he’d be cute but he was, well he was Zemo.

Sharon had slid her arm around Bucky’s waist and his arm was on her shoulders when you looked back. Sharon was cooing at how cute Steve and Sam were as a couple. You imagined crushing her windpipe, but you were no special agent. You were just a normal girl with a normal life who happened to fall in love with your fuck buddy neighbour who was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“I could take her out,” Pietro said. “It would be so fast no one would know.”

You considered this but dismissed it. Instead you ordered another drink. And that’s how you found yourself dancing with none other than…Zemo.

God you hated his pretty smug face. “God I hate your pretty smug face.” You said.

Zemo didn’t care, just wiggled his hips. Behind him Sharon was dancing with Sam but she kept glancing back at Bucky.

This morning you woke in his arms, his lips dancing across your shoulders but now you hated him. Your chest hurt and you wanted to sit in a corner and scream like a petulant child. Instead you returned to your seat as the song ended.

Bucky moved over beside you and you studied his profile out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” You asked.

“What are you doing?” He nodded towards Zemo.

You followed his gaze. “He’s…cute.”

Bucky snorted and you turned to look at him. “You could do better.”

“You and Sharon looked cosy earlier,” you said.

“Yeah she’s a good girl,” Bucky murmured looking her way.

You made a face and took a drink. Bucky was looking at you again. “Meh, she’s not all that.”

“You don’t like her?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged a shoulder. “I hate her,” you admitted.

“Why?” Bucky sounded genuinely confused.

She’s got you, say it say she’s got you.

Instead you shrugged. “It’s a vibe I get,” you muttered. “She seems like your type, pretty, fit, skilled. You should date her.”

“She asked me out earlier,” Bucky admitted.

You nodded in understanding. This morning was the last time you would be with him. He’d move on and so would his friends and eventually you’d be a memory.

“Where are you going?” You asked. Your body ached, your heart most of all. You weren’t pretty it sexy enough for him. Bucky wanted a girl like her. You could already imagine them together.

“Said no,” Bucky told you. You turned to look at him. “I didn’t like it when Pietro hugged you earlier. Or when Zemo danced with you.”

“Why not?” You breathed.

Bucky leaned close until you could see the blue of his eyes. “I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” You cocked your head. He smiled again.

“Jealous. I wanted to cut their hands off for daring to touch you,” he growled as he leaned closer. You couldn’t resist resting your hand on his chest. His dog tags were nestled beneath his shirt.

“Touch me?” You repeated.

Bucky’s smirk was wide. “You’re my girl, and I’m about sick of other people not knowing that,” he said.

You made a fist, catching the tags under his black tee and pulling him closer. He tasted of whiskey and musk and Bucky and you sighed into his body. His kiss was hot and his stubble rasped against you but you didn’t care.

Cheers erupted around you and there were a few catcalls.

“About time,” Quill muttered darkly.

“Bucky. I’m drunk. I want to go home and have lazy sloppy sex.” You said kissing his cheek wetly.

“Yeah?” He asked as he looked at you. You nodded, and together you walked out of the bar. Before you left you caught sight of Sharon glowering your way. Bucky’s arm was on your shoulders and you snuggled closer to his body blowing her a kiss as you passed by. You didn’t see her response but you guessed what exactly it was.

Smiling, you leaned into your boyfriend as you walked home.

[buckybuckyboo]

The guy from the bar

Summary: You go for a drink after work and didn’t expect some company.

A/N: I don’t want any of my work posted anywhere else or translated without my permission. All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 2,212

Warnings: MINOIRS DNI. Unprotected sex. Dom Bucky (kinda). Alcohol.

Time at work seemed to be moving slower than a snail. You were definitely going to the bar for a well-deserved drink. Grabbing your stuff and clocking out, you headed towards the bar down the street from work. You had been there a couple of times, it was a nice place. Going inside, taking a seat at the bar, and ordering one of those fancy cocktails. You notice a guy sitting at the other side of the bar. He was very good-looking. His eyes met yours, and you turned quickly, embarrassed being caught looking at him. You finished your cocktail and another landed in front of you. "I didn't order another one" talking to the barman "This is from Bucky, he would like you to join him" The barman smiled and went back to cleaning glasses. Grabbing the drink, you headed over to the other side of the bar where Bucky was sitting.

Sitting down on the bar stool smiling at him. "Thank you for the drink, you didn't have to" "Oh, you're welcome doll. What's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" "Rough day at work, needed something to take the edge off" He smirks at you. "Would you like something else to take the edge off?" "I don't do drugs Bucky" He laughs. "No not drugs but how about a couple of orgasms?" You almost choke on your drink. "What do you say doll?" He stands moving closer to you to whisper in your ear "I can make you feel so good you'll forget about all your worries" He can hear your breath hitching in your throat. He places his fingertips on your shoulder and lightly brings them down along your arm leaving goosebumps. "What do you say sweetheart?" looking into his eyes you nod. "Need words, baby"

"Yes Bucky" "Good girl" He takes you by the hand leading you out of the bar "So um, where are we going? Your place?" He chuckles softly "I don't think my wife would be happy about me bringing another woman home. Is your place close?" "No, but my husband wouldn't like to see you with me" "He not giving you enough loving baby?" "Loving? Yes, but I want the kind of sex that leaves marks that I can admire later and I think he's too soft. What about your wife?" "This isn't about me baby. I just wanna make you feel good" He smiles while opening the door of the hotel for you to walk in. Both of you headed into the elevator and he presses the button for his floor. "If I didn't know better Bucky I'd say you had this planned tonight." He walks over to you and places his hands on your hips, your lips almost touching "Do you pick up women from the bar all the time?"

"No, that's my first time in that bar and when I saw you, I knew I just had to have you" Your lips crash against his in a heated kiss. He pushes you up against the mirror in the lift. His hands groping your ass. His tongue intrudes your mouth. The elevator ding brings you both back to earth, you fix your clothes and walk out following Bucky to his room. He opens the door using his card and holds it open for you to walk in. As soon as the door closed he was on you again. Wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him passionately. His hands squeeze your ass. He walks you to the edge of the bed "Sit pretty girl" You smile and sit on the edge of the bed and he drops to his knees.

He slowly lifts your dress exposing your thighs. Starting with your right thigh, he leaves wet kisses all along the inside and gently bites. As he gets higher he sucks on the skin, sure to leave marks then he moves over to the left one. His hands run up your thighs and he hooks his fingers around your panties and slowly slips them off. Placing his hand on your chest he pushes you back onto the bed. You were surprised by it. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and used his fingers to spread your pussy open. "Oh baby, all this for me?" "Yes Bucky, I'm all wet for you" Bucky couldn't help smiling. He flattened his tongue against your pussy and slowly drags it up making your body jerk. His tongue dipped into your hole as he opens your pussy more with his fingers. He was like a man starved and this was his meal.

He loved how you taste, it's better than anything he's ever had. He moves his mouth up to your clit sucking softly on it making you lean up on your elbows to look down at him through hooded eyes. Your hand ran through his hair "Oh fuck that feels so fucking good!". Your hips start to move against his mouth and he opens his eyes looking straight at you as he keeps sucking on your clit. The eye contact makes your body tingle as you get closer to your climax. Bucky starts moaning while still sucking on your clit sending vibrations through your body making your orgasm wash over you. Bucky's hands are placed on both your thighs keeping your legs open as he laps up all of your juices from your orgasm. Once you've come back down your pussy feels too sensitive for his tongue and you try to push him away. He stands and starts to unbutton his jeans.

"You gonna fuck me now Bucky?" "No sweetheart, you're gonna suck my cock" "Oh really? Why am I gonna do that?" He grabs you by your neck pulling you to sit up in front of him, his cock in your face but he bends down to look into your eyes. "You are gonna suck my cock because you didn't ask permission to cum" He stands back up straight, His thumb on your chin opening your mouth. Leaning forward and wrapping your lips around his swollen head, he takes a deep breath when feeling your lips on him. His hand is placed on the back of your head, fisting your hair holding your in place as he rocks his hips back and forth. "Just like that baby girl, a little deeper. That's it oh fuck!" You love the noises he's making. It makes you place your hands on his hips sucking harder and taking him as deep as you can.

Bucky pulls you off his cock, letting you take a deep breath. He looks down at you, your face all tear-stained and drool dripping down your chin. "Messy girl" He pushes you back on the bed "Come on, get that pretty ass in the air baby" Bucky starts to remove his clothes as he watches you turn on the bed. Your chest against the mattress and your ass in the air just like he asked. He sees your pussy glistening from your orgasm. "Spread your legs a little wider". You open your legs a little. "Wider," He says louder making you jump a little and you do as you're told, opening your legs wider. Bucky walks to the edge of the bed grabbing your ass with both hands. He leans down kissing your ass cheeks and even biting one making you giggle "Oh, you like that do you, sweetie?". He raises his hand and smacks your ass and then rubs the area.

It makes you jump and hiss at the sudden smack. He smacks your ass a few more times on each cheek making them red then he finally climbs onto the bed. The length of his cock rubbing through your pussy getting it wet from your arousal. "You ready to take this cock princess?" "Yeah" He smacks your ass making you jump again "You answer yes sir. Now, are you ready for my cock?" There was a pause, then you spoke "Yes sir" "Good girl" he smiles as he rubs his tip along your pussy and slowly pushes in. You were overwhelmed by the pleasure of his cock filling you. He pushes his cock fully inside and stays still for a moment letting you adjust to his size. His cock hits a new spot in this position, almost making you cum again. Bucky slowly pulls out and snaps his hips back against you shoving his cock deeper.

You couldn't help moaning, it feels so good deep inside you "Oh it's so fucking deep! It feels so good!" "Don't you dare think about cuming again without permission!". Placing his hands on your hips as he slowly moves in and out of you. "If you were my wife, I'd keep you tied up in this position so that you would be ready for me whenever I wanted you". You moan in response at the thought of it, or maybe it was the way he was pounding into you. "Oh you like that do you? Already thinking about it? Naughty gitl, what would your husband say?". You lean up on your knees, your back to his chest, and whisper "He's not here" Then kiss him. Bucky's hands sneak around your hips holding you in place as he slowly drags his cock in and out of you while you kiss. His hands move up your body massaging your breasts and then one hand wrapping around your throat and applying some pressure.

"Harder, please fuck me harder!" You beg between moans. His thrusts become harder and hearing him grunt in your ear turns you on even more. "Oh my fucking god! I'm gonna cum!" He stops his movements, shoving his cock deep inside you. You feel your climax going away and start to move your hips against his/ He grabs your hips stopping you from moving and applies more pressure on your throat/ "Ah ah, sweetheart. You cum when I say so" "Please! I was so close!" He chuckles softly at your begging, pushing you down on the bed. laying on your back looking up at him and biting your bottom lip as your hand drifts down your body to your pussy, rubbing on your clit. He smirks grabbing your hand and pinning it above your head. "You just won't do what you're told, will you" He smiles down at you and you smile back shaking your head saying no. Bucky takes off the rest of your clothes and kisses all over your neck and chest.

Trying to push his head down between your legs. You just needed to cum but he was taking his time and it was driving you crazy. "Easy baby girl, you don't want this night to be over yet, do you?" "No, but I just need to cum!" "I promise you, you will cum" He smiles leaning up kissing you, and feeling the tip of his cock at your entrence making you moan into his mouth. "Please Bucky" Looking into your eyes and slowly pushes back inside you. "Your pussy fits me so fucking well baby. Feels so good deep inside you" "I want you to pound me Bucky" "Safe word?" You think for a moment and smile "Pickles". He laughs softly, kissing you and slowly starting to move his hips. His hand holds onto your hip, holding you in place as he thrusts get faster and harder.

The noise of skin slapping skin fills the room along with both of your moans. Wrapping your legs around his waist. His cock hits your sweet spot over and over again. "Yes! Yes! Right there please don't stop!" "You wanna cum all over my cock baby? Squeezing me so fucking tight!" "Yes! Please can I cum? Please?" "That depends doll, do you want me to fill you up? Send you home to your husband full of my cum? Having my baby?" You hesitate for a moment then look into his eyes smiling. "Fill me up baby, send me home pregnant with your child" He moans kissing you hard. "Cum with me baby, milk my cock for all it's got". Both of you moan as you both reach your climax. The room filled with quick breaths and moans. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Once you both had calmed down, quiet giggles and exchanging kisses. Bucky pulled out and watched as his seed started to drip out of you. He uses his finger to push it back in "What are you doing?" "You can't waste a drop, need to get you pregnant remember". He moves back up your body kissing you softly. You look deep into his eyes and smile "Happy anniversary my love. I'm glad you liked the idea. One question though" You look at him worried. "Your safe word is pickles?" Both of you burst out laughing "I'm sorry, it was the first thing that came to mind" Bucky laughs and kisses your forehead. "I love you, sweetheart. Hopefully, in a few weeks you might have some news for me" He smiles placing his hand on your stomach. "Me too baby, but if not, we can keep trying" Bucky pulls the covers over both of you and you soon fall asleep in each other's arms.

@animnerd​

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Jackie and Wilson

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none really- mentions of alcohol and sketchy bar behavior

Genre: technically fluff but there is some surprise angst

Summary: Bucky sees you amongst the sordid patrons of a seedy bar and can't help his thoughts; "She's gonna save me call me baby // Run her hands through my hair // She'll know me crazy soothe me daily // Better yet she wouldn't care" - Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

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You pull open the doors to the seedy dive bar and find the bartender immediately, pulling your sunglasses from your face and pushing them up into your hair. 

"What can I get you?" The man behind the bar asks gruffly.

"Just a coke." You say putting money on the counter to pay for the drink. You're driving and you have no intentions of staying here long so alcohol is out of the question. The guy reaches into a fridge and pops the top on a Coke bottle before sliding it over to you. You nod your head and press the bottle to your lips, oblivious to the eyes on you from the corner of the bar. Bucky noticed you the moment you walked in. He was in here a lot- as much as he hated to admit it, this place and its patrons had become part of his routine but you he's never seen here. He never speaks to anyone besides the barman, but he knows all the regulars so when you blew in it was like a breeze on a still summer day. He watches you sip your drink and survey the barflies, your gaze lingers on each group, the guys surrounding the pool table, the couple of bikers with girls in their laps, the lonely hearts club as Bucky called them, eventually your gaze settles on him, leaning against a table in a corner that gives him a vantage point of everything happening. You watch him longer than you did everything else going on in the bar.

A smirk paints your lips as you strut over to him, confidence thrumming with every step like the baseline of heavy blues.

"Hey doll, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Bucky forces himself to smirk at you before he takes a drink of the beer in his hand. Amusement twinkles in your eyes, as if the words sounded as fake to you as they felt leaving Bucky's mouth.

"Big fan of people watching?" You ask him.

"How do you figure that?" He asks.

"You're standing alone in a corner facing the rest of the room. Plus you've been staring at me since I walked in." You shrug with a smile that disarms Bucky completely. "You're not as subtle as you think." You answer his unasked question with a wink.

"You're quite the observationalist."

"You been as many places as I have you learn to see everything."

"So what's someone like you doing in a place like this?"

"Just passing through. But I could ask you the same thing."

"Nah- this- right here is where I belong." He shrugs taking a swig of his beer.

"I don't think that's true. And I don't think you really believe it either." You tell him with an assessing gaze that makes him look away from you. As if breaking eye contact will prevent you from discovering his every secret, because you're looking at him like you just might be able to.

"That's an interesting assumption of a stranger." Bucky offers noncommittally.

"You've made no efforts to deny it." You say.

"There's nothing going for me out there doll. Much better off where I am."

"Liar."

"Excuse me?" He scoffs.

"The world is a big place and you are no tree. You'll never be better off denying yourself something so intrinsically human as exploring."

"How poetic."

"Come with me."

"Come with you?"

"You never said you had anything going for you in here which- I'd assume means you don't. So come with me. Find out for yourself if there's really nothing going for you."

"You don't even know my name." His eyes narrow suspiciously.

"You don't know mine either." You shrug finishing off your soda. You place the empty bottle on the table and turn on your heel walking out of the dive. You check your watch as you lean against your car. You'll give him five minutes to follow. If he doesn't you'll be on your way. It's barely a full minute later that he shoves his way through the wooden doors.

"Fine. Show me what's out there." He sighs you smile brightly at him as you hop over the door into your convertible.

"Well, get in." You tilt your head. Bucky pulls open the passenger door and slides into the seat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He mutters to himself.

"That's when all the best things happen dear friend." You wink and then pull out of the parking lot quickly.

"Bucky." He says.

"What?"

"My name. It's Bucky- well it's James but everyone I know calls me Bucky. If we're traveling together we should know some things about each other." He shrugs and you hum.

"Y/n. My name's y/n." You reply.

"Where are we going?"

"That's the fun part. We'll know when we get there."

"That's the fun part?!"

"The journey is just as important as the destination Bucky. Make the most of it." You tell him. Bucky sighs but has no reply to you. You drive for several hours, sunrise chasing you as you periodically chat to Bucky so as to get to know you're new travel partner. The two of you make your way across the country, stopping in every major city you come across and also the occasional small town. With each stop you find yourself making lists, discussing what it'd be like to live there, if you'd ever want to come back that sort of thing. By the time you've reached the opposite coast after a month, you and Bucky have even come up with a shortlist of places you'd be willing to settle down in.

It was insane when he thought about it, crossing the country with a woman he'd just met, but it was probably the best decision he'd made in a while and it blossomed into the best relationship he never knew he could have. You were kind and understood him in ways he didn't think anyone ever would, life with you was always an adventure even after you decided on a place to settle down. You bought a home, built a life, started a family together. Two kids the perfect blend of you both, a girl, Jackie, and her brother Wilson, twins, with their dad's blue eyes and your smile, her hair like his but your son's like your own. Bucky often watched them from the back porch as they played in the backyard, sometimes you joined him, humming along to the r&b from the radio while lazily swaying in the patio swing he'd built early on in your pregnancy. His favorite days were the ones you'd spend on that swing, sitting back and watching the world go by.

Life like this was perfect, it made every night wasting away in that seedy bar worth to end up with you, raising your children, filling his life with light and laughter he didn't believe he'd ever deserve. Even as your children grew up and left home to find their own place to escape with their own loves to save them, your house, your life together was filled with so much joy and love that growing old never meant growing bored, growing tired of life.

A loud crash startles Bucky so suddenly he almost knocks his beer off the table. It takes a moment, to realize what's happened, where he is. He's still in that sordid tavern with its sketchy patrons and you- he scans the room frantically. He can't find you. Your empty Coke bottle still sits at the bartop across the room as the reality hits him. Bucky's imagination had run away from him. He'd seen you, seen the brightness you had even in a dingey place like this, and created a future where that brightness was the center of his life, envisioned adventure and joy and a family he'd never have, not with you anyway, because he'd lost himself in that fantasy and by the time he made his way back from it, it was too late. You were already gone.

***

[miss-celestia13]

For Fun! Scottish Smut 😌

I wrote this ages ago as a joke for my friends, a smut scene written in Scottish slang! After all, all Scottish people are bilingual 🤣 I just discovered it in my notes as I was cleaning them out and thought I’d share it here for the laugh. I hope it makes you chuckle because it won’t set your knickers on fire 😂

Without further ado;

Jimmy and Senga’s mad night oot!

Words: 585

What some words mean:

Swalleys - swallows

Boattle - Bottle

Stoatin - stumbling

Spunked - Cummed

Tadger - Cock

Pump - Fuck/Sex/shag - rumpy-pumpy means the same thing!

Fanny - Cunt

Bean - Clit

I just had a full body cringe typing that last one, so you can figure the rest out or ask me if you get confused🤣

They wur passin the boattle ae Bucky between thum. Takin huge swalleys as they walked hame fae the pub. Stoatin’ aboot like a clumsy gazelle oan her primark special high heels, Senga wiz clingin’ tae Jimmys arm while he grabbed hur arse, and whispered sweet nuttins in hur ear.

“Jist you wait tae we git hame, doll. I’m gonnae pump you rotten.”

He always kent jist whit to say to make her knickers wet. No that she wiz wearing any. He’d gied her a gid wee finger poking in the pub loo’s jist afore they wur kicked oot for arguin way the barman when he widnae serve thum anymare vodka ridbulls. She’d loast thum somewhere ‘atween the mens loos and the bar. Stumblin upti the frunt door, Jimmy drapped hur keys twice afore he managed tae unlock it and dragged hur in.

He hud hur shoved against the door afore she kent what wiz happenin. Jimmy gied hur the sloppiest kiss ar hur life, tastin like drink, and regret as he forced his tongue doon hur throat. The hawf empty boattle ae Buckfast clattured tae the flair as he shoved a haund up her skurt and poked aboot until he foond her bean and gied it a wee flick so she jumped.

“Cannae wait any longer, doll.” He said, breath soaked in Bucky.

“Dinnae then, i wanted yeh tae shag me back at the pub.” She replied as he hiked hur skurt oer hur hips and pulled his hard tadger oot ae his best trackie bottoms.

She wiz soon oan hur knees in the hallway, Jimmy grabbed haud ae hur hips afore he pushed inside her wet fanny, sayin’ filthy hings as she shouted in surprise.

“Yer jist a wee durty. Ye’ll no be able tae walk the morra.”

Usually, when it came tae the auld rumpy-pumpy, Jimmy wiz a two-pump-chump in bed, bit when he hud a drink in him, he lasted at least ten and she’d only coonted two so far.

“Shut yer moof and dae it then.” She said and yelped when he smacked her arse and thrust harder.

Jimmy laughed as she pushed back tae make him go fastur and called him a useless basturt when he slowed right doon insteid.

“Calm doon wuman, a ken whit am dain!”

He did and he didnae. She’d coonted seven thrusts noo, and kent he didnae hae much left in him, so she took maetturs intae hur ain haunds and balanced oan wan elbay so she could fiddle wae hur bean. Jimmy was gruntin and groanin, sweaty haunds slidin oer hur arse as he loast all sense ae rhythm. A flew flicks and she wiz almost there, fingurs moving so quick as Jimmy pounded intae her fanny once, twice, and she felt her fanny flutter aroond his tadger jist afore he spunked in her.

There wiznae fireworks or stars when she came. No wae Jimmy, bit it felt gid and her boady wiz fizzing fae the drink and orgasm. Jimmy fell oan tap ae hur and crushed her intae the carpet. She wiznae comfy, but couldnae be arsed movin noo. And so Jimmy and Sengas mad night oot ended wae them both passed oot in hur hallway. Senga couldnae mind if he’d locked the door. Ah well, any cunt that tried to burgul thum wid be in fur a shoack when they foond thum bare arsed and covered in spunk. The thoat sent hur tae sleep wae a grin oan her face.

……………*

Oh, fuck me gently 🤣 I forgot how bad it is and I’m crying laughing that I’m posting it here 😂 hope it made you giggle or smile, at the least 🤭❤️

[prpfs]

Mun is 25 looking for 20+ RP

GMT+1

Discord RP

Active Daily

Third person para-mutli para

Uses Tupperbox

🕸️🕸️

Hi I’ve recently lost most of my threads so I’m looking to build up some more with the following characters.

Husk - Hazbin Hotel

Open to CC or OC set in the hotel. As he’s the barman it’s easy to start off a line with someone coming to the bar to talk. He has a soft spot for Alastor and AngelDust but anyone is welcome

Peter Parker (MCU) - Marvel

I have two verses for Peter

1- Post endgame canon. He’s feeling lost without Tony and needs someone to step into the mentor role and guide him.

2- Pre endgame set more around when he joined the Avengers

Bucky Barnes - Marvel

My Bucky muse was recently brought out of retirement and ghosted in a day so I’d like to see if I can find someone else for him to talk to. I write Bucky set after he’s realised who he is and needs someone to look after him and help him come to terms with his experience.

like if you're interested and op will reach out

[lokisgoodgirl]

Lesson Three: Schooling Steve [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader / Virgin! Steve] 18+

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE School Steve Series List [LINK] Summary: Guilted by Y/N, Loki acts as Satchel!Steve's wingman for a night on the town. (wc 3.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Implied MM Smut. Light(ish) Smut. Language. Serious cringe. Spanking. A/N: Thank you @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 for the amazing gif. This is more humour(?) than smut but that's how the satchel crumbles.

“What did I tell you about whining, Rogers? You’ll never get laid if you complain all the time.”

Loki’s stern voice floated over his shoulder as Steve knelt nude on the bed; thighs spread, wrists bound.

“I’m sorry Loki.. I just wanna…I just wanna-”

Smack

A leather paddle collided with the firm flesh of Steve’s ass, making him thrust forward. His cock was aching, the pressure in his balls intolerable.

“I think you enjoy being disobedient, Rogers. These lessons have gone on far too long even for the simplest mortal.”

Smack

“Some teachings transcend realms Rogers, and our final lesson is this…if you want something done, you must do it yourself.” Loki muttered as a large hand was placed on Steve’s back, lowering his torso to the mattress. “This is a lesson we shall both learn today.”

“Yes, Master” Steve groaned into the pillow.

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He awoke with a start; damp bedsheets wound around his knees as he thrashed against them. An air conditioning unit whirred as Steve’s breaths steadied from his stiffened body. Again?

This was the fourth night in a row that Laufeyson had rudely starred in his dreams, each one more intense than the last.

Around the compound, he made sure to avoid the god as much as possible, ruing the day he’d asked for his help. Some help. Steve couldn’t so much as look at the smug rascal during his 7am briefing without his rogue pecker pitching to life beneath his unmentionables.

He looked at the pressed shirt and dress trousers hanging from the wardrobe, ready for this evening. Sighing, he sat up and swung his bare legs over the side of the bed.

His hard penis regarded him with suspicion, giving him a nod as it twitched. “Don’t look at me like that”, Steve muttered as he stood, “I’m working on it.”

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“Now remember Rogers, don’t say anything ridiculous.”

Rogers turned his head incredulously towards the dark-haired tease striding alongside him as they approached the entrance of a plush hotel bar, the best spot in town to meet available ladies– or so Bucky had said.

“Ridiculous? You’re ridiculous.” he huffed, straightening his stiff cotton collar and smoothing his hair in the reflection of the door. Loki turned to him, undoing the topmost buttons of the captain’s shirt with chin lowered in concentration.

“No talk of ‘poundcake’, no ‘cleaning up the kitchen’, absolutely no ‘mossy doughnuts’ and for all that is sacred in this realm, no sneezing in satchels.”

“Laufeyson!” Steve’s eyes widened as he scouted for eavesdroppers, “I would never use that kinda language in the presence of a dame!”

“Shall we?” Loki pulled the brass handle of the door open; a wave of chattering voices mingled with light jazz music washing over them.

The god watched as Captain America edged into the fancy bar like a baby bird fallen out the nest. Pathetic. But still, he had promised Y/N he would make a genuine effort to resolve the situation and so, here he was. Loki signalled the barman, ordering two scotch on the rocks before turning back to the blonde surveying the room with fear in his eyes like a repentant sinner in church.

“Relax, Rogers…” Loki whispered, his breath fanning his companion’s ear as he squeezed his arm. Steve really wished he hadn’t done that. The captain’s mind travelled to his dream; the leather paddle in Laufeyson’s grip meeting his taunt ass with merciless accuracy. Smack.

“Rogers?”

Steve’s eyes re-focused as he followed Laufeyson’s gaze, seeing a stunning brunette leaning against the opposite side of the circular bar; watching them with a coy smile. Loki leant over subtlety, warm lips ghosting Steve’s pink cheek.

“Are you tempted?” Loki whispered.

Cap looked down at the drink resting in his hands, his eyes flickering to the side as the god leant forward to rest his elbows on the marble bar. Jeepers, he looked swell tonight. His trademark suit was fitted to perfection, the midnight blue reflecting like bluebottle wings in the dim light; his black hair slicked back showcasing those sharp cheekbones that taunted him in his restless sleep.

“Look at her Rogers, tell me what you see.”

“A smokin’ broad?” Steve whispered dryly, his voice catching in his throat.

Loki rolled his eyes, beseeching the elder gods for patience with this insufferable buffoon.

“Remember our first lesson, Captain…” he leant closer to Steve, the scent of his cologne making the soldier feel dizzy with desire.

“Her mouth, Rogers. For the last five minutes she has been toying with something between her lips. That straw, her finger, her lipstick, her mobile telephone case. An oral fixation. That is her deepest desire. The key to her seduction.”

“Oral…fixation?” Steve’s eyes widened again.

“Yes, Rogers. From our time together you have all the tools you need. Now go seek out the mossy doughnut that you so desire.” Loki smirked in amusement as the blonde man raised his finger; pointing to him with eyebrows arched.

“Watch your language, Laufeyson.”

Resolve overcame him. He was Captain America, darn it. And he was going to barrelhouse someone’s sweet-potato-pie tonight. He downed his drink, setting the glass down carefully as Loki regarded his wave of confidence with a coy smile on his lips.

Loki watched as Steve made his way across the crowded room, circling towards the woman. If he was successful in his mission tonight graduating America’s favourite virgin, Y/N had promised a full menu of celebratory sinful delights back at the compound. To ensure his compliance, she had held out against his increasingly desperate seductions for four whole days – the naughty minx. She was clever. A bit too clever, sometimes.

He sipped his scotch, eyes trailing over the brunette, noticing her swivel on her seat and re-cross her long legs in response to the undercover captain’s approach. She re-adjusted her cleavage subtly. Excellent. The 100-year-old blue baller may be in with a chance after all…Loki would be home and sheathed deep inside Y/N in no time.

Steve stopped abruptly and stood hunched in front of the woman; rubbing his neck which was turning an alarming shade of red as he spoke too low for Loki to hear.

The god squirmed at the sight and took another sip of scotch, his brow furrowing. He braced for harsh inevitability as he saw Rogers say something he clearly thought was incredibly charming.

“How dare you!” the brunette exclaimed loudly.

Loki’s eyes closed in a grimace. He couldn’t watch. There was a collective gasp as a low splash emanated from nearby, followed by the sound of heels clicking away on the polished floor.

His glass of scotch swirled under Loki’s lowered gaze as he waited for the virgin to return, as unspoiled as ever. With a sigh, Steve leant against the bar, wiping his face with a napkin.

“What did you say, Rogers?” Loki murmured, watching him shrug innocently.

“She just…threw her drink at me” he pondered, before turning optimistically to his beleaguered companion. “Gee, do you think that means she likes me? I’ve read about stuff like tha-.”

“-Rogers, what did you say?” Loki repeated, his patience wearing thin as the promise of Y/N finally spread eagled beneath him tonight became a vanishing mirage.

Steve shuffled his feet under Loki’s piercing gaze, the darkness of those sultry eyes in the dim light making his stomach flip.

“I just said that I could see she was a fan of oral fixins' and maybe she’d like to get to know me better. That’s all…” he trailed off as Loki raised his hands to cover his eyes, a low exhale betraying his frustration.

“Hel, Rogers…you’re not supposed to tell them you know about their deepest desire that’s the blasted point of it-” he sighed, rubbing his temples as Steve spluttered excuses beside him.

Loki noticed the brunette had returned to the bar, her eyes lingering in their direction. Fresh lipstick. Perhaps all was not lost after all.

“Enough.” he said firmly against Steve’s ramblings, raising a hand. “As always, if you want something done…you must do it yourself.”

Cap’s breath hitched as Loki’s words echoed his dream from this morning. The paddle. Oh cripes, the paddle. The god grasped his arm tightly, leading him to the side of the room and positioning him roughly behind a large cheese plant in the corner; concealing them both.

“Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone.” he commanded to a confused Rogers. “Anyone. Not even the blasted plant. Understand?”

Rogers nodded.

Loki straightened his suit, rolling his shoulders as a green shimmer rolled across his body. In a moment, the wave travelled up his muscular legs through his powerful torso as he transformed inch by inch into the mirror image of the captain.

“Right.” Roger’s familiar face said to himself confidently, “Showtime.”

Steve peered between the leaves of the plant, crouching slightly; watching himself swagger towards the brunette with his muscled arms spread in greeting as she turned to face him. He made a mental note to get the details of Laufeyson’s tailor, his pants were a little loose on the butt.

The woman regarded his approach with suspicion, before a wide smile crossed her lips at his mysterious words; was she…laughing? His fingers pushed the leaves of the plant aside to get a better view, only his eyes visible within the waxy green foliage as he looked on, amazed.

Loki was working all of Steve’s assets with finesse. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up revealing muscled forearms before leaning on the marble top of the bar; pushing his toned ass out slightly for effect. Punchline after punchline rolled off Loki’s tongue concealed in Steve's features as the woman melted beneath his expert attentions. Heckin’ lemons, he was really laying it on thick.

His breath hitched as he saw the woman reach out to touch the imposter’s thigh. Steve could have sworn he felt the ghost of it from across the room against his skin. Loki leant towards her, whispering something in her ear as the bartender placed two drinks beside them.

Something about watching himself in the midst of a tantalising seduction was addicting; Steve was entranced. He saw the woman raise the glass to her lips and suck the straw seductively, her neck flexing gently as she gazed into his blue eyes above her. Mercy, Laufeyson was good.

Her laughter rang around the crowded bar, catching her off guard and making her splutter her drink. Steve’s duplicate handed her a napkin chivalrously as she patted her cleavage, drying spatters of liquid which nestled between her breasts while never taking her eyes from his.

One of the man’s fingers reached out and brushed across her lips playfully, lingering a second too long; no doubt a ruse to inflame those deepest desires Laufeyson never shut up about. Oral fixation. Steve made note.

Heavens to Betsy, it was hot behind this plant. Steve was sweating. His concealment and the display of his sexual prowess, albeit without any of his own actual prowess, was almost more than he could bear.

He lowered the leaves back in place gently, realising with growing alarm that his cock was straining against his trousers.

Before he had time to think unsexy thoughts, a strong arm shot through the leaves and hoisted him into the open, swapping their places. Steve looked around frantically, desperately wishing he had his trusty clipboard as a low glimmer of green radiated from inside the expanse of plant.

Loki sidestepped gracefully from behind the wall of leaves, poured exquisitely back into his familiar form as he gave Rogers a smug smirk, handing him a room key-card.

“Room 261.” he said, patting Steve on the arm. “Mission accomplished. Now I must go. Y/N is expecting me.”

“Wait!” Steve hissed, as Loki spun on his heels towards the door. The god looked at the captain suspiciously, his eyes settling on the protrusion from Steve’s crotch pitching his trousers as he rolled his eyes; sighing in frustration.

“By all the Gods, Rogers…can you not control yourself?”

Rogers shook his head regretfully, making Loki pinch the bridge of his nose in angst. This was intolerable.

“I can mask it temporarily” Loki ruminated, waving his fingers with a glow of seidr “but once you get to the bedroom with the lady it’s out of my range so you’re on your own-”

Steve flapped his hands as he spoke, panic in his voice. “Laufeyson no…you gotta come with me, I need your help.”

The god raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over that deliciously taunt chest as his biceps flexed through the luxurious suit, mischief glinting in his eyes. “I’m flattered, Rogers…but I don’t think it counts if I lose your virginity on your behalf.” he drawled, as Steve’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink.

The idea of a beautiful woman waiting for him upstairs with the intent to let him do things made his johnson throb beneath the tingle of magic modesty. Loki’s infuriatingly handsome smirk penetrating him made the arousal pressing against his suit trousers even worse. Jeepers, jings in a handbasket – this was a pickle.

“Please?” he whispered, raising his gaze to meet those unrelentingly asgardian eyes, “just for…moral support.”

Loki accepted his fate with a sigh as visions of Y/N in his favourite emerald lingerie flashed through his mind. The greater good. This was for the greater good.

“Fine.” he said with a grimace, “but I’m not going near anyone’s satchel – understood?”

–

Steve’s sweaty palm fumbled with the key-card as the duo stood gingerly outside room 261. Loki touched Steve’s hand gently as the plastic slid into the slot.

“Remember, Rogers…” he started, as Steve bit his lip in anticipation of chastisement. Loki shook his head gently, “Never mind.”

The lock clicked, a green light flashing as Loki initiated his plan. He would conceal himself from the brunette’s gaze with enchantment, cross quickly to the bathroom of the hotel room and encase his hiding place with a silencing spell. This was a terrible plan. But it was Roger’s plan, so of course it was terrible.

“Hi, stranger…” a sultry voice called from around a corner of the suite. Steve’s eyes flew to Loki, who nodded in encouragement as the captain gulped audibly.

“Why hello, Ma’am…”

Loki heard Rogers speak in a decent imitation of self-assurance as he slid into the bathroom adjacent to the doorway, cursing his decision to ever become embroiled in this scheme. He should have told Rogers his irresistibility came from his cologne and left it at that. He lowered the lid of the toilet and perched on the edge, a book appearing in his hand. And now, he would wait.

He didn’t have to wait long. The door creaked open a minute later, Steve’s perspiring face appearing through the crack.

“Subtle as always…” Loki muttered, as the man slid awkwardly over the threshold, stopping to peer back outside before closing it behind him.

“Lift the magic please Laufeyson…” he pleaded, brandishing towards his flattened groin, “she was feeling around and I…forgot.”

“Cover my erection…uncover my erection, Norns Rogers you really are quite demanding aren’t you?” Loki goaded as he flexed his fingers, revealing the straining bulge once more.

He watched as Steve traced his length, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. His eyes found Loki’s shyly as he shuffled closer to hover over his shoulder, the silencing spell doing nothing to lower his paranoia.

“Laufeyson I think she wants to…suck my pecker. With her mouth.” he whispered incredulously, meeting Loki’s amused smirk as he retreated again.

“Of course she does, Rogers. Oral fixation, remember?”

Rogers let out a shuddering sigh, his palm resting against the tiles of the wall. Loki’s brow furrowed. What was wrong with this ridiculous man? Was he about to faint?

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Laufeyson…” he murmured, as Loki rolled his eyes. Steve’s thoughts flew unbidden to a mental image of the God of Mischief on his knees before him, those devastating cheekbones hollowed as his wet tongue caressed his throbbing member in place of the brunette.

“Rogers you are 100 years old and have helped ‘save’ humanity more times than they deserve. I’m sure you can accomplish the difficult feat of having your cock swallowed by a beautiful woman quite admirably.” Loki said as he smacked him on the shoulder lightly with his book.

Smack. Steve’s dream came roaring back to him with frightening intensity. The waves of lust he felt in the sauna; his wanton eyes rolling over Laufeyson’s naked form as Y/N sat writhing between his thighs threatening to overwhelm him. He groaned, making a fist against the tiles as he shut his eyes.

“Rogers get a grip, it wasn’t that hard.” Loki rolled his eyes in frustration, “unlike this.”

He gripped Steve’s desperately tight trouser bulge with his palm, dark hair falling around his jaw as he relished the student looking up at him with innocent eyes wide with unfulfilled lust – maybe for the final time. “Now do us all a favour and get back out there…” he hissed.

He gave Steve’s cock a final squeeze before releasing him with a light shove, hoping he had made his point.

A second passed in silence before Loki watched with growing disbelief as Rogers face contorted; his eyes widening in horror as his hips shook rebelliously against the tiles. A pitiful whine escaped him, growing to a loud moan as he came right inside his cream trousers.

“Christ, Rogers.” Loki closed his eyes, shaking his head.

He heard rumblings of protestation forming on Roger’s lips; raising his hand to stop them – “You had one job, Rogers. Just the one.”

That was it. He was done.

With a stoic flourish, Loki threw open the bathroom door and strode towards the bed. The brunette’s seductive pose at the anticipation of her handsome lover’s return morphing to shock as she gripped the rumpled bedsheets to her chest.

“Madam, I apologise.” Loki bowed slightly, averting his gaze as he clasped his hands behind him; his tone venom, “It seems that neither of us will be bathing in the sweet nectar of satisfaction we crave tonight…”

He shot a fiery look towards Rogers, poking his head out meekly from the bathroom; stunned to silence with his forehead crinkled in deep embarrassment.

“Excuse me.” Loki said, turning abruptly and walking to the exit. The door slammed behind him.

Steve side-stepped from his hiding place, an awkward smile plastering his lips as he covered his deflating crotch with sweaty palms. His eyes flickered towards the door as the woman on the bed watched him silently, her lips parted in horrified confusion.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am…” he mumbled, as he grabbed his keys before sidling to the door, closing it behind him with a taunting click.

Steve sighed heavily. He would never hear the end of this.

The reminder of his humiliation clung wetly to his thigh, sliding down his moistened skin; seeping mockingly through his cream trousers as he waddled after Laufeyson down the hall.

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[dawn-petrichor-world]

Weeping Angel

A/N: At the beginning, I sent to @holylulusworld the idea and it was cool and simple and then I could not stop thinking about writing it down and accidentally I discovered it’s a mixed between DW and Marvel universe. Kinda.

636 words not proofread

Warning: none

Summary: What if it is not Steve Rogers who goes back in time for love.

▪️In nineteen ninety three, a young woman draws the attention of Bucky Barnes at a bar, she looks lost due to the outfit she wears and she’s not from here by the way she talks and obviously he is not the one who does the first step to talk with her. Even though she can defend herself against some drunk man, she appreciates being rescued by the tall elegant man who carries a little bit in sideways a military hat on his head.

The young soldier completely abandons his friend and talks all night long with the unknown young lady. Although the barman cleans the pub and has to close it, sunshine and moonlight have no choice but to spend time somewhere else. It’s an unforgettable night they don’t even realise the sun goes up. Bucky Barnes becomes addicted to her and wants to spend more time with her.

▪️After he disappears, kidnapped by Hydra and becomes The Winter Soldier, he is saved one more time by his best friend in twenty-one centuries. Bucky Barnes does a low profile but he recognises a velvet voice that he never forgot and then scans the pub. She is there, the same young lady he met decades ago. Her outfit was quite similar she had worn in the past. She has fresh-faced, radiant with no wrinkles.

He stands in front of her and is staring at her for too long. That’s awkward but strangely she doesn’t seem uncomfortable with this situation and instead of saying something when he kisses her, she doesn’t push him away.

The way Bucky kisses her could stop any heart but after regaining their breath, he realises she doesn’t know who he is.

When she walks out of the pub, he tries to catch her up but she’s vanished.

▪️In Wakanda, Shuri finds some information about what happened to Bucky Barnes’s friend but nothing is clear and has sense.

The mysterious woman worked on a device to travel in time called “Weeping Angel” but there’s no information about her work and no one knows what happened to her or the people who she collaborated with.

Shuri finds out that two women, the one from Bucky’s past and the one he met before he’s been cured, had the same physic in pictures, the same name, were interested both in technology but they were born in different years and in different countries. Maybe the same family but things seem uncanny for the winter soldier.

▪️In an astounding mansion where live plenty of animals and orphans, on the last floor in a quiet room lulled by the laughter of kids in the playground and some animals’ sounds, an old woman is laying on a bed.

Bucky walks slowly towards her and removes the curtain to see her clearly.

Even with white hair and wrinkles, he recognises her perfectly, she’s the young lady he met and spent time with.

But there, she is exhausted and looking at the tall elegant blue eyes man, gives him a wide smile that brightened her face and holds her hand to touch him.

“It’s like time forgets you.” She whispers.

“I thought exactly the same thing for you once, sunshine.” He replies, then he bends over to kiss her between her cheek and her lips. Their relationship is blurry even though the feelings have never changed.

But before he stands up, she grabs his face and presses her lips on his. Then tells him goodbye correctly this time.

▪️Bucky Barnes’ heart breaks into pieces in his chest. He exchanges a long conversation with Steve Rogers after the Blip and saving the world from Thanos. He does his last goodbye to everybody he knows, who helped him and goes back in time. Perhaps there will have a “Happy ever after” between sunshine and moonlight.

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists. My Marvel Masterlists.

[mywingsareonwheels]

The Endeavour/Captain America connection

This is just to check that fellow Endeavour fans are all aware that Leander Deeny who played Louis in "Quartet" (ie one of the two annoying posh secret agents who bother Morse) was Chris Evans body double in Captain America: the First Avenger, and also played a barman, I think in the scene with the epic "you're keeping the outfit, right?" slash scene between Steve and Bucky (though I may be misremembering).

So yes, if you've seen the Steve Rogers transformation scene, the smol "before" bare chest belongs to an Endeavour secret agent actor.

(I have been keeping an informal mental record of major sci-fi fantasy properties of the last thirty years or so (radio, tv, film)[1] which have Endeavour actors in and as far as I can tell it is basically all of them. Possibly not entirely all, but not far off. I might make a full list at some point of everyone I can find, though mostly just to entertain myself with my ridiculous cast list nerdery as I'm not sure who else would be interested! Anton Lesser's habit of playing a villain in pretty much everything helps (and when he isn't it's Roger Allam or Danny Webb), plus of course Anton's in most of the radio Pratchett/Discworld adaptations, but I mean we do also have Lyra Belaqua and Lestat and Jesper and Genya and Alfred Pennyworth and one of the iterations of Miss Hardbroom and a radio Granny Weatherwax and and and. ;-) Leander Deeny handily brings in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, though there are probably other useful overlaps there; I've honestly lost track!)

[1] excluding the one whose profits fund far right transphobia in the uk, obviously. Naturally I do not go there.

[welldonebeca]

Miss, PhD (IV)

WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of tension. Meet cutes, maybe?

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Steve was still in his mind as he paid for his part of the meal.

It was your birthday.

You were willingly spending your birthday alone in an Applebee’s.

You, the daughter of a famous billionaire that probably had millions in your name just as well.

It was… strange. Very weird.

“Everyone ready to go?” Bucky asked as the server cleaned their table.

He looked at his friends and then at the bartender.

Doctor Tinker.

He probably knew what that meant, right?

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said quickly, stepping back.

Steve didn’t wait for what they would say, and moved to the empty bar, offering the barman a polite smile when he looked at him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” he asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed quickly. “I couldn’t help but notice the nickname you gave Stark. I mean… Y/N,” he corrected himself. “Doctor Tinker?”

The dark haired bartender chuckled a little.

“Oh, yes,” he nodded. “My daughter came up with that.”

Steve blinked, even more confused now. His daughter?

“You know, my fridge broke a few years ago,” he explained. “And I couldn’t afford to fix one, my youngest was a newborn and our budget was messy.”

Steve nodded along, still unable to figure what he was talking about.

“And Y/N offered to fix it for me,” he continued. “My daughter saw her doing it and thought she looked like that fairy, Tinkerbell.”

“Oh,” he exclaimed.

Well, it did make a little bit of sense. And it was cute.

“She is a nice girl,” he affirmed, smiling a little. “You’re a lucky fellow.”

His face heated up, and he gulped as he blushed.

“It’s not like that,” he said quickly. “We are not…”

“Yeah, yeah,” the bartender smirked. “Sure. Is that all?”

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbled.

He ignored his friends’ questioning looks, just getting into his car and looking over at Natasha when she moved to his side.

“Is my ride still up or are you too distracted with your crush?” she asked teasingly.

Steve scoffed.

“I don’t have a crush,” he unlocked the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Nat scoffed, giggling to herself, sitting down and putting on her seatbelt as he did the same, just watching him with a little smirk.

“What?” he mumbled, impatient after hearing her laugh for the 4th time in a roll.

“Oh, nothing,” she tapped something on her phone. “Just trying to find out who that friend of yours is. She has quite the number of titles.”

He scoffed, but Natasha didn’t sound like she was done with it.

“She finished her bachelor’s degree at 15,” his friend listed, sounding impressed. “Got a Master’s degree at 17, and her first PhD at the age of 22, pretty fast… but she is a prodigy, after all, so yeah.”

Steve frowned.

First PhD?

He didn’t know you already had a PhD, he thought this was the first one.

“How old is she now?” he asked.

Steve had never thought about your age before. In his mind, you were still underage or something - or at least under 21, he wasn’t so sure.

“Oh,” Natasha gasped.

He turned to her with surprise and some fear. Was anything wrong?

“Today is her 25th birthday,” she told him, looking worried. “And she was alone.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped. Of course, he knew you were alone, but he had invited you to come over and sit with everyone, but you had refused his invitation. There was nothing he could do.

“Steve!” Natasha exclaimed, sounding like she was very disappointed.

“I invited her to our table,” he defended himself. “She didn’t want to come.”

“Of course, she didn’t want to come, Steve!” Nat rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t know any of us. What did you expect?”

He felt his face hot, knowing he was blushing.

You didn’t even want him around! When he said goodbye, you didn’t offer him a seat or ask him to stay. How would he know that?

She sighed.

“Okay, you know what?” his friend put her phone down. “You clearly like her…”

“I don’t-” he tried to defend himself.

“I’m still talking,” Natasha interrupted him.

Steve scoffed but resigned to listening. Nat taught anthropology but was pretty much a therapist for their friends - which also included some thought love and hard truths.

But she wasn't always right, and right now she was wrong.

He didn't have a crush on you. He was too old to have a crush on you. Steve was 35, a respected professor and artist, and not a teenage boy crushing on a random girl.

“You clearly like her, I don’t know why you are being all annoying about it,” she continued. “And I don’t care why you’re being so stupid about it, but you are too old to play games, and if she had any interest in you…”

“She probably doesn’t,” he added.

“If she does,” Nat repeated. “I’m sure she won’t wait around for too long if you keep snubbing her. She is far too smart for that.”

He just continued to scowl in silence, parking in front of her condo.

His friends turned to him and sighed, looking at him.

“Steve,” Nat spoke slowly. “Get your head out of your ass.”

Steve shook his head, but relaxed when she moved to kiss his cheek, waiting as she walked into the building and was out of his sight before driving away, frowning when the car struggled to start as it started raining.

What a day.

Steve relaxed when his car started again, and closed the windows, starting the AC and frowning at the weird smell, though he didn’t quite pay attention to it, jumping when he heard the sound of thunder behind him.

Yep, it was best to get home before things got worse.

And what wasn’t his surprise when his car started filling up with smoke and struggling to keep moving, blocking his vision, and he struggled to pull up, looking out of the window and seeing a man quickly running to his side, and Steve realised he had parked in front of a hotel.

“Hey, do you need help?” he covered his face with a hat, looking behind his back in worry as the building behind him blacked out completely.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he tried starting the car, with no results. “I’m having some car problems.”

He was met by a worried face, and the older man jumped when the sky lit up, followed by a loud thunder sound, this time looking and sounding much closer.

“Get inside,” the doorman told him. “It’s too dangerous to be outside, come on.”

Steve gathered his things, picked his bag up and ran out into the building.

He had seen that hotel once, it was full of suits that functioned as full flats.

“Thank you,” he mumbled when they stopped in the entrance, looking around the hall and realising the place was quite fancy.

“Not for that,” the older doorman removed his coat, offering him a dry towel. “Our power is going to come back in a minute, don’t worry.”

He nodded, patting himself dry on the face.

“I’m William Smith,” the man introduced himself, offering Steve hand a hand to shake. “But everyone calls me Bill around here.”

“I’m Steve Rogers,” he took it, shaking it back, grateful for the help.

Steve wasn’t a fan of thunderstorms.

Well, no one was.

“There we go,” Bill smiled as the room lit up again, and Steve could hear the sound of the air system coming back to life. “Doctor Stark is still teaching everyone how to work with her power generator thing, that’s probably why it took so long.”

He frowned.

Doctor Stark?

“Mister Rogers?” he heard your voice, and raised his head, raising his eyebrows in surprise when you walked into the hall, looking like you were ready to go to bed, in an MIT hoodie and probably shorts, though he couldn’t see them. “What are you doing here?”

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Miss PhD: OPEN

[carewyncromwell]

Just because they've been in my sketchbook a long while and I haven't done anything with them since they didn't really turn out the way I wanted...here are a few unfinished doodles I've done over the last year!

Starting with the top left, we have Carewyn and Merman!Orion, as referenced in that one short Mermay AU I did a year ago with Carewyn as a performer on Coney Island --

In the midst of Carewyn singing this song, however, the other four members of the Circle of Khanna were startled to realize that the Manta – who’d been curled up out of sight in the tank at the far corner of the stage – had actually gotten up off the ground and floated up to the top of the tank, sticking his head out above the water and resting it down on his arms perched on the edge of the tank so he could listen. His eyes had even drifted closed while Carewyn was singing, as if relaxing. And when Carewyn stopped singing and actually looked up at him, his black eyes softened noticeably, and he nodded slowly and approvingly.

On the top right, we have an unfinished 10-year-old!Jacob, 2-year-old!Carewyn, and the old Bach family cat Ella under the Christmas tree, as referenced in this one short fic I did earlier this year around Father's Day --

As Jacob told the story [of Hansel and Gretel], he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more – Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella – after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door.

Next, on the bottom left, we have Jacob's usual look while working as a barman for the Three Broomsticks, as referenced in this drabble I set during Carewyn's seventh year. (I didn't finish this one because seriously, Jacob, your muscled arms will be the death of me.)

The bottom middle obviously is Ghost-Bride!Carewyn from my Haunted Mansion AU, featuring the infamous clock featured in the original ride -- I'd been visiting Disneyland on one of my days off work that day, and while re-riding the Haunted Mansion (my personal favorite ride), I started drawing her in the queue and then finished her up while eating lunch at the Golden Horseshoe. I actually got a few families looking over my shoulder both in the line and at the restaurant watching me work, which made me blush! XD

And finally, thanks to some asks and prompts earlier this year making me remember how much I love him, the bottom right is my Marauder Era boy Ed Rosier and his OTL Regulus Black, back in their school days. Ed's face claim is Sebastian Stan, and when Ed was young, he used to dye his hair blond the way Seb has in some of his lesser-known non-Marvel-associated films (such as I'm Not Here). Ed did this as to better set himself apart from his older brother Evan, who Ed was constantly confused for, due to the two brothers' strong visual similarity, as well as constantly overshadowed by. It was only after losing Regulus, being disowned by his family, and learning of his brother's death that Ed went back to his natural hair color, making him much more resemble Seb as Bucky Barnes. Regulus's inspiration for this sketch was everyone's favorite fancast for him, Timothee Chalamet, even if personally I imagined Regulus having straight hair and looking much more like Skandar Keynes while originally reading the books.

Much love, all! Hugs and kisses! xoxo

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Steve could have easily been the dry, sarcastic, charming bartender at the dance hall Bucky takes his beards or his sister to who had people falling for him left and right, but the MCU are cowards and won't admit that the pretty boy manlet with disabilities could be desirable

Oh man yeah Steve the dry Irish barman, sweeping the floor and leaning jauntily on the broom. Mopping out a glass with a towel over his shoulder. Doing the Concerned Dad Lean whenever someone comes in wanting to drink their problems (and probably goes away disgruntled, cuz he just told them to pull their pants up and do the right thing.)

You have to laugh at them having Bucky call him a punk, too. Do five minutes of Googling before you write, idiots. That's a twink. That's an old timey twink. Yer man just called yer hero a twink to his face and you think he's reading straight?! 😂

[stuckysbike]

Howl.

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own.

Werewolf AU

Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now).

Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers (hopefully).

Please tell me what you think good bad or indifferent, I know it’s short, written on my phone.

Howl.

The lights above the bar flickered slightly but stayed on despite the lashing sheets of rain.

Your heart raced, anticipation curling in your gut, mixing with anxiety and fear. A massive dose of fear.

It had been a long time since you had been here, and part of you wondered if you would be welcome.

This was your only option left and it was a big risk. It might fail, but what choice did you have. This was your last play. Your last roll of the dice.

��Stop being dramatic,” you sighed to yourself as you got out of your car, but the Omega wolf inside you just wanted to run and hide and sob.

It hadn’t changed much inside, and you headed to the bar, easing into a stool and trying to glance around without being obvious.

You didn’t recognise the barman but you ordered a beer and tried to blend in. Physically you did, dark clothes, leather jacket, you even had a favourite faded band t-shirt on.

Mentally you were howling in agony. You were terrified and wanted nothing more than to run and hide and beg and plead for help.

You couldn’t do that.

You were halfway down the bottle when you spotted him. Your step-father. He hadn’t noticed you yet but the sighed of him made you nauseous. You almost left, but you strengthened your resolve.

You sat listening to a few songs and trying to gauge who you knew when the door opened and in walked Bucky Barnes with his arm around a woman, Steve Rogers close on his heels as usual.

Your heart sank, of course he’d moved on, but to your surprise they bypassed your stepdad without a backwards glance and moved to the booth at the back where they could see the whole bar.

That was interesting. Your step-dad clearly wasn’t the Alpha in charge any longer.

Eventually a few more joined them and you ordered another drink. You were playing with a beer man when someone slid onto the stool next to you.

“Bucky wants to know why you’re suddenly shy,” a low sultry voice asked. You startled, it was the redhead he’d had his arm around.

You glanced towards him and he was watching you, his eyes fixed on you, pinning you to the spot. Steve was too, and he leaned over to whisper to Bucky. Bucky nodded and took a sip of his beer.

“I didn’t think he’d remember me,” you glanced her way. “Didn’t think I was allowed back.”

“Things have changed,” she reached for your beer and took a drink. Her arm was tattooed, she was an Alpha you realised. Alpha females were rare.

“I didn’t know,” you admitted looking back at the beer mat.

“So if you didn’t think you’d be welcome here what brings you back?” The woman asked. The barman set a drink down in front of her and she shot him a wink.

“I need his help,” you said as you nodded towards Bucky and Steve. “Bucky’s help.”

“Go ask for it then,” she nudged you.

“It’s not that simple,” you said. You could feel bile rise in your throat again. The music got louder as blood rushed in your ears.

“You need money, a place to stay?” She said as she took the beer man from your hands and tossed it between her finger and thumb.

“Someone has kidnapped my son, and I need him back.”

That got her attention and she dropped the beer mat, she looked at you then towards the raised platform you always thought of as the throne.

“What makes you think Bucky will help?” She asked, her voice more curious than ever.

“Because Bucky is the boys father,” you said as you turned to look her in the eye.

Inside your wolf howled in terrified agony.

[heartoferebor]

I do not go here (here being fish man) but I am curious about Namor/Bucky... tell me more. Sounds delicious!

HILARIOUSLY this is the one I was writing on right now when I got the ask

He finds the man he is looking for in a small dinky bar squeezed between two skyscrapers in Soho, probably the last of its kind if Namor is any judge. He wonders how it has survived all this time until now, but it is no surprise to find his quarry here. A relic in a relict. How fitting that this is where they should meet, then.

“Namor.” The man raises his hand, signalling the barman who walk over and sets down a glass in front of Namor. Namor takes a sniff and raises his brows. Scotch. And a good one at that. It’s been a while since he’s had an older Balvenie.

“James.” Namor nods, settling down next to him.

I have the softest of soft spots for this ship (only post winter soldier though, obv). I adore comic!Bucky and Namor's dynamic of FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS WHO SPEND THE TIME SARCASTICALLY SNIPING AT EACH OTHER united by trauma of decades of their lifetime lost/forcibly taken away from them.

Namor knows Bucky is the most ruthless of his old friends still alive and asks him for help when someone with an obvious connection t the Red Room starts murdering Atlanteans. So now they can yell/grump/fuck each other and it's glorious.

(:

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[mymoonagedaydream]

Stranger’s Kiss

Summary: Heartbroken and lost, the neon city streets seemed to guide you to exactly where you needed to be.

Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language, smut references

Author's Note: Cheeky little oneshot, hope y’all enjoy. It’s based around lyrics from Stranger’s Kiss by Alex Cameron.

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Don't even bother climbing out of the well That ain't no way to get out of the hell that you're in

Four years.

You’d given him four years of your life, for what?

For you to walk into your bedroom and find him balls deep in some tramp from his office.

You left without a word, but it felt like something of yours had stayed there, with them. Like they’d chipped away a piece of you and left it lying there on the carpet.

As you walked aimlessly for hours, the city started to feel like it was dying around you. 

The night was made of flickering street lights, sirens, broken glass and junkies. You thought about leaving, starting somewhere fresh, but what was the point? You'd have to take your baggage with you wherever you went.

Keeping your head down and your pace swift, you half-listened to the faded whispers of people passing you in the street, but even those were eventually drowned out by the pattering of rain against the sidewalk. 

Turning into one of the city’s many dreary backstreets, you saw a solitary neon sign bathing the uneven concrete and murky puddles in a jarring red light. 

The only place that was open this late, Stark’s Bar.

It was the end of the earth, the rock under which all the sad and lonely insects of the city crawled. You’d never been inside, never before sunk low enough to warrant a visit, but tonight it seemed to be calling your name.

As soon as you tugged the door open, the heavy scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke hit you like a wall, knocking you backwards. But inside was warm, dry and quiet. 

That’s all you wanted.

Keeping your eyes fixed on the sticky, creaking floor, you trudged towards the bar, taking the first free stool you found. A broad torso planted itself opposite you, blocking out the dim light that streamed from underneath the crooked lampshades.

‘Double scotch.’

‘You sure you’re in the right place?’

The torso’s low voice came from above your head, but you didn’t bother glancing up. You didn’t have the energy or the inclination for conversation right now.

‘Double scotch.’

The dim light returned, only interrupted again when a tumbler flecked with hard water stains and half-full of liquor was dropped in front of you.

You stared at that glass for what felt like hours, just thinking.

There was no way you could go home tonight. You’d struggle to ever set foot in that apartment again, the whole place was scattered with painful reminders of everything you’d lost. Maybe you should call your mom, ask her to pick a few things up for you.

Tomorrow.

Tonight, just find a motel and sob yourself to sleep. 

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I know you're wondering why you wish you were dead And there's no solace in the fact that it's all in your head

That flickering red light just kept leading you back to where you knew you belonged.

You dropped yourself on the same barstool and waited for the torso to plant itself in front of you again, ordering the same drink as you had for the past however many nights you’d been here. They all seemed to blur into one.

Something different happened this time, though.

The shadow didn’t shift. You waited, eyes fixed downwards, but the dim yellow light didn’t return.

‘Are you alright?’

This was only the second time you’d heard the torso speak, but the voice was much firmer than last time.

‘Fine.’

‘So you’re depressed and a liar? Not a great combination.’

Your eyes shot up, widening a little as you took in the monolith of a man in front of you. His dark, stained t-shirt was stretched over his thick shoulders, bright pink lips trained into a slight smirk as he kept his gaze fixed on you.

‘Excuse me?’

He placed his hands flat on the counter either side of you, bracing himself against the bar and bringing his face down to level with yours. ‘You been in here four nights in a row. Ordered a double scotch without even looking at me, sat for a couple hours staring at it and then left without a word. You’re telling me you’re fine? Whatever.’

'Maybe it's none of your goddamn business, asshole.'

'So drink at home.’

You watched him back away, his sharp blue eyes only breaking from yours when he eventually turned around.

He was right, you definitely weren’t fine, but you figured the only thing sadder than drinking in this place was picking up a ten dollar bottle of whiskey from a liquor store and drinking it alone in your motel room.

Besides, it made you feel a little better knowing that you probably weren’t the most tragic loser in the place.

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Don't bother flying when we jump off the cliff Make sure it's head first if you don't want to deal with what ifs

When you arrived the next night, a double scotch was waiting on the bar above your usual stool.

You flicked your eyes up to the bartender, who gave you a nod and a knowing smile as you climbed onto your seat, your gaze slowly wandering down the length of his arms. The way they tensed and shifted as he slowly polished a glass was almost mesmerising.

It was only a minute or so before he approached.

‘Still fine?’

Maybe it was the crippling loneliness, the bottle of wine you’d had earlier in your motel room or just the fact that he was the only human being who’d smiled at you all week, but the idea of opening up and spilling all to this perfect stranger really wasn’t as unappealing as it should’ve been.

‘Been better.’

‘No shit.’ He reached a bottle of scotch from under the counter and topped up your drink, knowing full well you hadn’t so much as touched it yet. ‘I always thought we should rename this place Rock Bottom.’

A faint laugh escaped your lips. ‘Funnily enough, that doesn’t make me feel much better.’

‘Maybe not.’ He edged your drink a little closer to you. ‘But this will.’

The golden liquid rippled around the glass as you plucked it from the bar, squeezing your eyes shut and necking it down in one.

His smile widened into an astonished grin, making your face begin to heat up and your chest tighten slightly.

‘Bucky.’  

‘Y/n.’ You felt the corners of your mouth curl up slightly, a movement they’d almost forgotten.

‘Nice smile, y/n.’

Your gaze stayed on him as he went back to work, serving all the other hopeless nonentities propping themselves up on the bar. It only wavered when you felt your phone vibrate against your thigh.

It was him, your ex, asking if you could talk. He wanted to work things out.

Five days since it’d happened and this was the first time he’d tried to get in touch.

This fucking asshole had banged some random bitch in your bed, made you to live out of a duffle bag in a sleazy motel for almost a week and then expected you to come crawling back as soon as he whistled?

Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He knew you’d be low and vulnerable. He knew you’d be tempted. He knew that, even now, you were still wrapped around his little finger.

And it hurts, and it hurts But I don't wanna talk about it

A rogue tear escaped from the corner of your eye, rolling halfway down your cheek before being quickly and firmly wiped away, its brief presence going unnoticed by most of the other figures scattered around the bar.

Most, not all. 

‘Hey, you see that dude over there?’

Bucky folded his arms on top of the bar so he was eye level with you, gesturing his head slightly towards a white-haired man in a three piece suit, sitting alone at a table in the corner behind two empty martini glasses.

You had no idea where this was going, but you were pretty glad for the distraction. ‘Mhmm.’

‘Used to be a millionaire. Invested all his money in CDs in ‘98 and lost it all when Steve Jobs invented the iPod. He was married to Claudia Schiffer for a couple months but she left him when he couldn’t afford to pay for her nose job.’

A single, full-throated guffaw escaped your lips, making you clamp your hand over your mouth before slowly lowering it and muttering. ‘That is absolute bullshit.’

‘You got me.’ He leaned in a little. ‘Fun though, right? You try.’

You bit your lip slightly, gazing at him for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding and beginning to scan the room. This place was so full of eccentrics and weirdos, it was difficult to choose just one.

'Alright. Woman over there.’

Bucky twisted slightly to look at a very broad, stern-looking woman sitting at the bar, wisps of dyed red hair clinging to the moisture on her forehead. ‘Go on.’

‘She used to work security for Bryan Adams. The two of them were best friends, but he fired her after she got hammered and told him that she was in love with him. She can’t listen to Summer of ‘69 without sobbing, he broke her heart.��

His eyes darted back to you. ‘And how did she feel about that?’

Your gaze was fixed on your subject but it felt more like you were looking straight through her, your mind wandering somewhere else entirely, words falling into your mouth spilling out involuntarily.

‘Like someone shoved their hand into her chest, grabbed a handful of anything they could feel and just ripped it out. Like all the sensations in her body had been permanently replaced with waves of fear and dread that got better and worse at seemingly random intervals. Like the last four years of her life meant nothing to-’

You stopped suddenly, eyes shooting back towards him as you realised what you'd said. He stood up straight, triumphantly folding his arms across his broad chest, smirking down at you.

‘Bingo.’

'Oh what do you think you are, a fucking shrink?'

'In this job, gotta be.'

'Cause in my dreams, I miss you Then I wake up to reality's bliss

For the first time, you decided to hang around at the bar until it closed. You weren’t sure why, you had no idea what you were hoping would happen, but every minute that passed made your motel room seem less and less appealing.

Bucky called last orders, and minutes later the few remaining dispossessed wandered out into the red-bathed side street.

You hoisted yourself onto your feet, turning to leave but stopping dead when a full bottle of whiskey was firmly planted on the bar in front of you, a very smug-looking barman smirking at you from behind it.

The two of you sequestered yourselves to a snug, dimly lit corner and began sharing the liquor straight from the bottle.

As you stared blankly out the front window, you could feel his eyes roaming over you, a sensation you were enjoying far more than you were letting on. Being this close, you could pick up his faint scent of old spice and cigarettes, you could hear his deep, slow breathing and feel his muscular thigh pressed up against yours.

‘He messed you up pretty good, huh?’ You nodded faintly, keeping your gaze fixed forward. ‘Wanna talk about it?’

‘Nothing to say, really. After four years I caught him fucking someone else. It is what it is.’

He scoffed, taking a long swig before holding the bottle out to you. ‘What a fucking asshole.’

‘Mhmm.’

‘If it helps, my last girlfriend stole my TV to buy weed.’

You almost choked on a mouthful of liquor, just about managing to swallow it as you choked back fits of laughter. ‘That does help, actually.’

‘Thought it might.’ He reached over and gently pried the bottle from your hand, placing it on the table and shifting himself to face you. ‘Seems like we’re both shit outta luck.’

‘You’re not wrong there.’

As you slowly turned towards him, the wild look in his eyes made the hard thumping in your chest quicken, your lungs tightening slightly as you rapidly pulled in shallow breaths. You to adjusted yourself as his arm slid over the back of your seat.

Letting your eyelids flutter closed, you focused on the gentle stroking of his fingertips over your shoulder, the feeling of his warm breath brushing over your lips as he leant towards you, the soft pressure of the side of his nose against yours and the muffled bump as your foreheads connected. 

Everything else melted from your mind, all the stress and misery of the last few days briefly disappearing in the distance as you just let yourself live in this moment. 

His hand moved up to cradle the side of your face, drawing it towards his and finally closing the gap between you.

Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here In the stranger's kiss.

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