#but in the meantime let's enjoy AND LET BUCK ENJOY HAVING A HOT BOYFRIEND

[theclaravoyant]

fireworks - bucktommy (T, ~1000wd)

AN ~ now taking prompts! because i can't help myself . in the meantime please enjoy this little hurtcomfort, inspired by the prompts "late night conversations/anxiety" for upcoming @evanbuckleyweek <3 (I couldn't wait that long!)

also on AO3.

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Can't make it tonight babe :( Not feeling so hot.

Buck is running late, but not so late that he doesn't have time to stop by on his way to the Grant-Nash gathering for a little bit of boyfriending. Tommy had sadly had to pull out of this one, but not to worry, Buck has brought over his favourite meatball sub in case he's feeling like a pick me up.. and a bottle of ginger ale in case he's not.

Either way, as he approaches the front door Buck is surprised to hear music so loud – albeit muffled – that the bass in it shakes the windows.

“Tommy?”

He frowns. He, for one, isn't one to blast his workout mix when he's stuck in bed, or bent over a toilet bowl, or whatever other nastiness supposedly awaits him. The lights are off inside.

Brought dinner, he taps into his phone. All good?

He bounces on the balls of his feet.

Babe, let me in x

There's no response, not even those little bouncing dots. Buck is definitely not thinking about Tommy passed out on the living room floor or kidnapped or something. But he does pull up Athena's number before he reaches for the spare key. Just in case.

“Babe!” he calls, looking around. The house is dark. This still feels like something he shouldn't really be doing. “Tommy!”

He follows the sound toward the basement stairs, where light is coming through. From down below, he hears the grunts and slaps of rigorous exercise... or something else, and it dawns on him that well, he and Tommy haven't technically agreed, haven't really discussed, if they're exclusive or anything and he might be intruding on something and that little voice in the back of his head that tells him nobody's ever all in is getting so loud... He freezes at the bottom of the stairs, just before he can turn the corner and see something. What the hell is he doing. How fast can he back track without Tommy noticing that he's being jealous and weird and-

The music stops.

Well. Here goes.

-

“Evan?”

Tommy can't help it, his face lights up at the sight of him. Which is weird, because Evan looks sort of mortified. Probably because Tommy had bailed on something important to him under the guise of being sick and here he is, very much not throwing up or hiding from the light or anything, slicked with so much sweat his hair has dropped a few shades in colour.

“Tommy. Y- You're feeling better?”

“You brought a sandwich?”

“Botticelli's.”

Damn it. Tommy throws his head back, closes his eyes as a pang of guilt punches through him. The kid went and brought his favourite sandwich. He just wants to make sure he's okay. Damn it, damn it.

“I can explain.”

“Is this because you're not ready to meet Athena? 'Cause she can give one hell of a shovel talk but she's cool, really.”

“I've met Athena,” Tommy assures him. In spite of himself, a smile touches his lips, because that was kind of a significant part of this whole thing. “Evan – I promise, this has nothing to do with us.”

It seems to help a little bit. At least, enough that Evan trails after him into the basement proper while he paces and takes a swig of water and tries to wrangle the courage to say it.

“The fourth of July is just... not my thing,” he manages. “I don't really like fireworks.”

He looks Evan in the eyes as he puts it together. Maybe he knows Eddie doesn't either, maybe he knows it's a common trigger for veterans, maybe he just knows what it's like to try and pack the depths of unspeakable horror into words. Especially when you're meant to be a badass fearless firefighter.

“I'm sorry,” Evan says. The fear and confusion and anguish melts away, his expression painfully earnest and concerned as he closes the distance between them. Part of Tommy wants to bury his face, to freeze like a rabbit or run and hide, but something about Evan, as always, makes him stay.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes. “I didn't mean to lie. I'm just … used to dealing with this by myself. And you- you're so- I mean, you died? You actually, for real died in a thunder storm and you got in a helicopter to fly into a hurricane like it was nothing. I guess I worried you wouldn't get it.”

Evan cups a hand around the back of his neck and it's grounding, it's nice, and Tommy's forehead falls forward against Evan's. He takes a ragged breath. Evan's phone starts ringing.

“You don't have to tell me,” Evan says, “what you've been through. But I'm here for you, okay? If you want me.” He glances at his phone and adds- “It's Maddie. Just checking where I'm at. Want me to tell them I'm not coming?”

Tommy shakes his head. “No. Go. I'll be alright here, have a night in. My boyfriend brought me my favourite sandwich."

-

He smiles. Buck smiles back, and presses forward a gentle, comforting kiss before they part. Tommy shakes it off as he heads back toward the stairs, but there's a long stretch of silence. The muffled whistle and echoing boom of an airbomb sails overhead and he can hear Tommy's breath quietly catch and it's almost as if it pulls out the words from his chest.

“I can't remember the lightning.”

“Hm?”

He turns back. Tommy is watching after him.

“I can't remember the lightning, Tommy. That's probably why I can fly into a hurricane. It's- actually it's pineapple jello for me. It was all I could eat for weeks after they took the tubes out. Pineapple jello and vanilla icecream. The first time I smelt a piña colada after I got out, I thought I was going to die.”

I get it.

Tommy nods. After a beat, he adds-

“And hey, Evan. This is something I kind of like to keep to myself. So if anyone asks-”

“Violent gastro. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, and huffs, and smiles as he tucks the little foam earplug back in place.

“I love you, too.”

[glitterylittlesapphire]

Me when the BuckTommy fics I read turn into Buddie fics

I'm as much of a Buddie shipper as the next guy. I've been here since DAY ONE. Me and my mom wait patiently each week for these gay firefighters to kiss.

Now I'm not saying cut Eddie out. In fact, I'm saying cut Tommy in. MORE POLY FIREFIGHTER FICS. Get my boy and boy and boy in there. Let them fuck.

[navegandoaciegas]

Sunshine Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, soft!Bucky, mentions of injury (no graphic descriptions), 3.6k words

Summary: You are the sun and he’s simply basking in your light. And he’s so selfish, he thinks as he holds the velvet box with the diamond ring inside of it, he’s so damn selfish he wants to keep the light all to himself for the rest of his life.

Two years ago you were supposed to enjoy a solo road trip after years of Avenging, but Bucky invited himself along. Now you’re forced back to New York, and your boyfriend is ready to surprise you once again.

A/N: Bucky’s POV. Sequel to I love my baby to death, but I suppose you could read it on its own. As always forgive any mistakes, English is my third language.

Had to repost this cause it didn’t show up in the tags, hopefully this time it will

“I swear Buck, if I see one more damn corn plant I’m losing it. I am this close” you say pinching your thumb and pointer finger real close “to a mental breakdown. I’m never eating corn again, mark my words. No corn flakes, no corn on the cobble, no nothing. I’m done.”

“We’re in Iowa, in the middle of the corn belt, I don’t know what you were expecting.” he replies, slightly amused by your little outburst and sour mood.

“Well, clearly not ending up on the set of Children of the corn.” you groan, getting back to sulking in the passenger’s seat, seething at the fields that are only a scapegoat to the real problem.

You’d been merrily skiing in Montana when his skis got somehow tangled with yours and he tumbled down on you, dragging you down the slope. Hadn’t you injured yourself, rolling in the snow like it only ever happens in cartoons would have been pretty comical.

“What?” you screech, almost jumping off the stretcher and grimacing in pain when your left foot hits the metal poles at the side. “No. It’s just pain, I’m sure it will go away, right? I mean I was an Avenger, I’ve suffered worse than a fall.”

“I’m sorry, miss, but knee surgery will be necessary, the MRI here shows you’ve torn your ACL and from the looks of it, your left knee was already damaged badly, numerous times at that, probably a result of your time on the field.”

“I can’t, I can’t just get surgery, we’re miles away from home and I-”

You’re almost sobbing and Bucky feels like shit because he’s the reason for all this and all he can do now is pat your back reassuringly.

“Given the extent of the damage, I’m afraid there’s no other option.”

“How long is the recovery time?” he asks, voice unsure.

“Well, it’s my knowledge she’s not an enhanced individual, so like any average human it will take anywhere from 6 to 9 months to recover fully. In the meantime, no more hikes or sports.”

Bucky inhales a sharp breath. Six to nine months. No more hikes. Surely you’ll have to go back to New York.

God, you are so going to break up with him.

Turns out you didn’t dump him in Montana, you didn’t abandon him in one of those auto stops along Interstate 90 in South Dakota, and you don’t seem to want to break up with him amidst the green fields of Iowa, but still, he knows he will drive through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It almost seems like a cruel twist of fate, driving the same route you did as friends two years ago, along Interstate 80 headed East instead of West, only this time he’s not hoping to be more than the annoying old man who invited himself on your trip; he’s your boyfriend now, but maybe not for long.

“You know, you really are dramatic.” you say in a teasing tone, “I’m not going to break up with you, stop thinking about that, it was an accident, ‘s not like you beat me.”

“I know, I’m just sorry because you’re in pain and it’s my fault and now we have to get back home but I know you wanted to stay more and I did too and if I didn’t-” he’s rambling, and your place your hand on his thigh and squeeze reassuringly, offering him one of those sweet smiles he dies for.

“Buck, it’s okay” you interrupt his word vomit “like I said a million times before, it was an accident, it’s going to be fine I promise. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise with my mood, I swear I’m just pissed at all this damn corn. We’re never going to a maze again, by the way.” That gets a laugh out of him, and he loves you even more because you’re always there to lift his spirits. “I’m dreading these next months, the surgery, physiotherapy and all, but I know you’re there for me, yes?”

He nods, teary eyed, and you continue, “And I can’t lie, it’s been a while, I’m kind of excited to see everyone again, I mean except for Sam of course,” you say, as if he didn’t “live rent free in your head”, like Sam himself put it, “Jesus that man, how many of our trips has he invited himself on? I’ve lost count. ‘Member when we found him waiting for us in Phoenix? Fuckin’ weirdo.”

You both chuckle at the memory of Sam in your motel room, waiting on your bed with crossed arms like a disappointed parent, pissed off because you hadn’t called in a week and he was worried sick that something may have happened to you, a deadly sniper, and him, the Winter fuckin’ Soldier. Truth is, Bucky was so excited about your new relationship that he rarely let you leave the bed when you were in your room, and when you did you were in no condition to Facetime anyone, with your smudged mascara and swollen lips.

“I’ve heard Clint will come visit us with Laura and the kids. Nathaniel must be so big now.” you add, your eyes glazed over as you think of the little boy who was named after your Natasha.

“God, Morgan is probably all grown up.” he muses, a tinge of sadness in his voice. You squeeze his thigh again. “And the spider kid too, he’s a grown man now.”

“That he is.” you chuckle, “But to me he’ll always be the boy in the red spanx who knocked us on our asses in Berlin.”

He smiles and shakes his head at the memory, and you both fall in a comfortable silence. Now that he’s not consumed by fear anymore, Bucky kind of agrees with you that all this green is, in fact, nauseating.

“You know what, no more popcorn either.”

“Deal.”

-

A year and something ago

Arizona

“Can you believe there’s a city in New Mexico called Truth or Consequences? We should totally go and visit just for the hell of it, sounds like the type of place Steve Rogers should have been born into.” you state with all the seriousness in the world, and he snorts because after all this time you still haven’t found it in yourself to stop mocking Steve’s righteousness.

You’re walking ahead of him and he’s so distracted by your tiny denim shorts that he, the master of stealth, almost trips over a boulder. You’re always pretty but tonight, illuminated by the orange sky of Arizona, you look like a dream. And you’re so happy, snapping photos at everything you see, that even if Bucky hates the desert and the heat makes him uncomfortable, he won’t tell you, because the look on your face makes it all worth it.

“Baby, look at this big boy here, he’s like 20 feet tall. Oh my god, he’s so cute and beefy, just like you.” you gush at one of the giant cactuses of Saguaro National Park.

He raises his eyebrows skeptically.

All he sees are green spiky motherfuckers that he’s accidentally hurt himself with more times that he’d like to admit in all those damn ‘hikes’ you like so much, but to you cactuses are the most beautiful sight in the word. He genuinely does not see the appeal, but he understands now how you feel when he talks about all his ‘nerd shit’, as you call it.

“I’m cuter.” he says frowning.

“Of course you are.”

For some reason you don’t sound convincing at all.

-

It’s only spring but here in Tucson the temperature is 85 degrees today and he’s sweating buckets underneath the long sleeved t-shirt he’s wearing to conceal his vibranium arm. He’s long past the time when he was forced to hide from authorities or the general public’s judgement, but still he doesn’t want to be recognized and attract attention. He doesn’t do well with crowds, and he doesn’t understand how you can be so calm and collected when people stare at you and ask for photographs while you’re minding your own business.

As soon as you get back to the motel you’re staying at he takes off his soaked shirt, not caring that the air conditioning is probably going to end his old ass.

“What the hell happened to you?” you ask, scowling as you analyze the skin around his prosthetic.

He shrugs. “It happens sometimes.”

“Why?”

“No idea.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me James.”

You only call him that when he’s in big trouble. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose: why do you have to be so damn stubborn all the damn time? “It’s nothing sweetheart, just sometimes the skin becomes flared when it’s too hot.”

“Nothing?” you shrill, throwing your hands around animatedly, “Nothing? Bucky your whole shoulder is super red and irritated, don’t act like it’s normal. We’ve been in the sun for hours, for days really, why didn’t you tell me anything? I would have driven us back here immediately. Does it hurt?”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want to ruin your fun, you liked it so much there. And no, it only itches a little.”

Your eyes soften and you move to cup his face in your hands, looking at him with so much love that he feels himself melt away into a puddle, “Baby you don’t need to do that, you know I care more about you than anything else.”

“Even more than the cactuses?”

“Well, now you’re asking too much of me.”

He snorts and playfully hits your arm, then he falls back on the bed and drags you down with him. You stay cuddled like that for a while before you pull back to look into his eyes.

“I appreciate you doing this for me Buck, but you don’t ever need to sacrifice your own comfort for me, okay?”

“I know, I’m sorry. But you looked so happy.”

“Don’t be, and I’m always happy with you, I promise.”

“I’m always happy too.”

“We’re such saps. Gross. Anyways, guess where we’re going next?” you ask him cheerfully, scratching his scalp the way that makes him purr like a cat.

“The plan was New Mexico, Texas and Louisiana, right?” he frowns. You’d made plans together ages ago and you were so excited about visiting Texas of all places for God knows what reason. He’s predicted already that he won’t stand the suffocating, humid heat of that whole area. At least Arizona was dry as hell.

You on the other hand, everyday he’s become more aware of how much of a lizard you are, seeking the sun and walking around in the scorching heat not even breaking a sweat.

“Guess again baby boy, we’re going straight to Oregon. I mean, it's not Alaska but it’s not as hot as the desert here, right?

“Wait, what? Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to overheat?” you state like it’s obvious, rolling your eyes, “We’ll do New Mexico and the rest next fall, and now Oregon and Washington because it’s a little cooler there. So what do you say?” You ask with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Princess I appreciate you doing this for me, but I promise I’ll be fine. You don’t have to change plans for me, this is your road trip.”

“No you won’t Buck, you’re not doing good and I don’t ever want to see you suffer, you understand? By the time we get to Texas it will be summer and you won’t stand it, it’s better if we visit when it’s colder.”

He smiles softly. He knows he’d do the same for you. “Then Oregon it is.”

You get up from the bed and head to the bathroom to shower, “Oh, and baby?” you call out,  peeking your head from behind the door, “This is your road trip too, never forget that.”

-

Oregon

“Why does Thor get to have places named after him and we don’t? We were Avengers too.”

“But are we norse gods?”

“I mean, not yet, but I definitely deserve some nature’s wonder, or at least a star, to be named after me.”

“I’ll call WMO and get them to name a hurricane after you, princess. It seems more fitting.”

“Asshole.”

You’d been camping somewhere in Oregon’s wilderness when he came up with the idea of visiting all of the State’s so called seven wonders, starting from Thor’s Well on the Coast and ending in Mount Hood near Portland. You took a thousand photos of each attraction and sent a video of the water seemingly draining inside the famous well to the God himself, who enthusiastically expressed his appreciation.

Bucky’s cherished every minute of it, from the hot springs of Crater Lake to the chillier temperatures at night that force you to snuggle closer to him to warm up.

You’re in Portland now, and you’re thoroughly enjoying it, but what’s new about that? You’re always so full of life, so genuinely excited about everything the world has to offer that he’d be worried if you weren’t having the time of your life as you usually are.

He likes the city too, which is saying a lot.

“Blueberries are the superior berry and that’s the hill I’m willing to die on.”

You’ve been eating your way through Portland for weeks, and you’ve been discussing pies for a solid thirty minutes now. It’s raining outside and you’re cooped up in a small pie shop, eating more than an average human can and receiving weird looks from the waitress as you tell her to ‘keep ‘em coming’.

“I’m sorry but you’re wrong princess,” he states with a stuffed mouth just for the sake of aggravating you to no end, “blackberries are just so much better.”

It works as you grimace in disgust, both at his statement and his manners.

He’s found out you are weirdly opinionated when it comes to pies: pecan pies are an abomination, pumpkin doesn’t belong in dessert, lemon pie and key lime pie are only acceptable if someone’s grandma is kindly offering them to you, rhubarb pie without strawberries is a threat to mankind and cherry and blueberry pies are the absolute best. Apple pie is too bland to even take the time to discuss it, although the taste is likeable enough.

He on the other hand likes anything pie and anything sweet. And anything that gets a rise out of you.

“Please Buck, this isn’t even a blackberry pie, it’s some sort of inbred experiment that turned out kinda right.”

He shushes you, barely holding back a laugh when he sees the waiter side eyeing you as you disrespect one of Oregon’s most famous dishes, “First of all, it’s called marionberry and it’s a type of blackberry. And second, keep it down unless you want us to be kicked out, you’re offending a whole state.”

“Sorry.” you shrug, “But blueberry tartness level is where I draw the line, anything more than that is unacceptable.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re still a child and haven’t developed adult taste buds yet baby.” He does love his senior citizen card a bit too much.

This earns him a kick under the table and a scowl. “Stop it, grandpa.” you groan.

He grins and digs in your slice of marionberry pie. You resume to people watching.

God, he loves Oregon. And he loves you.

He really is a sap.

-

Wyoming

Washington was nice enough. You’ve taken him bar crawling most nights, and all of them have ended with him giving you a piggyback ride, per your request, back to the hotel room you were staying at.

It takes 13 hours to drive from Seattle to Yellowstone and you’ve driven all the way. You refused to disclose the destination of the trip and he’s fallen asleep the last 3 hours in the car. He’d mentioned he wanted to see the geysers somewhere in Pennsylvania two years ago and you remembered and took him.

Bucky couldn’t be happier.

He’s still describing the constellations above you when you fall asleep, and he’s so absorbed by the sky that he doesn’t notice until your head falls on his shoulder and he hears your soft snores.

He picks you up bridal style and takes you back to the fancy tent he bought on a whim in Ohio after you both slept in the SUV and woke up with major back and neck pain. He smiles as he removes your makeup with a wipe and does your skincare just the way you taught him, and admires your relaxed state.

He grazes your pretty face with his vibranium fingers, something so unimaginable to him before he met you, as he never thought his arm could bring anything other than pain.

Back when he was a semi stable 100 year old man thrust in another fight yet again, he hadn’t realized the extent of his feelings for you, believing he was only attracted to your beauty and youth. He hadn’t seen the way your smile lights up a whole room, nor the way you listen, truly listen, to anyone who may have anything to tell you, without ever judging them. He hadn’t witness your kindness and patience, let alone experienced them on his own skin. He hadn’t been lucky enough to watch you feed bird seed to the ducks of every pond of the country, or try to rescue a cat from a rooftop and almost falling off to save it.

Then Sam told him you were leaving and he felt like the word was collapsing on him. He’d found the sunlight and he never wanted to be without it.

Now he’s seen it all, all the little things that make you who you are, including your flaws, and he loves you not regardless of them, nor in spite of them, but because even your worst imperfections make you… you.

Bucky doesn’t know if meeting you was a way for the universe to fix all the wrongs that have been done to him, a sort of payback for all the shit he’s been put through, but in case it is, then he’s got no objections. And maybe he doesn’t deserve someone as good as you, but he’s a selfish man, and now that his sunshine girl is with him he never wants to plunge back into the the darkness ever again.

He tucks you both under the sleeping bag and snuggles next to you.

“Buck?” you mumble in a haze, tugging at his t-shirt, “Love you.”

It’s almost imperceptible, but his supersoldier hearing allows him to pick it up. He kisses the crown of your hair as he caresses your back.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

He wants to spend the rest of his time on Earth proving you how much.

-

New York

6 months later

The doctor wasn’t lying when she warned you that recovery would take 6 to 9 months.

You said the aftermath of the operation hurt like a bitch and that physiotherapy hurt even more. Today’s your last session and Bucky is glad about it for many reasons, like how you’re not in pain anymore for starters, and maybe because of how annoyingly fun, smart and hot your therapist is. Not like he’d ever admit it to you.

“Jesus,” you groan, “he turned me inside out like a sock, I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“Sounds fun.” he deadpans.

“Someone’s jealous of the doctor?” you ask with a mischievous smirk.

“‘M not. He’s not all that.” he mumbles, blushing like a school boy.

You snort and drawl a ‘sure’. He sends you his best death glare.

“Whatever. I hope you don’t mind if we take a stop before going home.” he announces, helping you into the car. His palms feel clammy and he’s sweating despite the chilly winds of New York’s fall.

“Sure, where are we going?”

“Actually, that’s kind of a surprise, you’ll see.”

You beam at his words; he knows you love surprises and he hopes you’re going to like this one.

----

You look radiant as you lie on the blanket he’s spread on the grass, surrounded by colorful foliage. You’re sipping some of your favorite wine and nibbling on crackers as you admire a flock of birds migrating south in the sky.

You are the sun and he’s simply basking in your light. And he’s so selfish, he thinks as he holds the velvet box with the diamond ring inside of it, he’s so damn selfish we wants to keep the light all to himself for the rest of his life.

He’s prepared a long, passionate speech to tell you how much he loves you, of all the ways you’ve changed his life for the better and of all the reasons why he’d be a good husband.

But when you look at him with those bright eyes and beaming smile, he can barely remember his own name. He drops on one knee and holds the box out with shaky hands.

“Marry me, please.”

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[moody-blues-requiem]

Birdbox (Harpy Narancia x afab reader

For the final Halloween fic and the winner of the poll, we have Harpy Narancia!! It’s a perfect monster for him, but one I’d never even considered writing before this. I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday and these fics, and thank you so much for participating! 

n/s/f/w under the cut, warning for some light orgasm denial

"BRUUUNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A loud screech echoed through the Passione base, easily identified as belonging to Narancia Ghirga. You were reading a novel in the living room while Bruno worked on something in the kitchen, keeping a large pot from boiling over. When you heard Narancia scream, your eyes met his.

"Narancia?" Bruno called. "What's wrong?"

The young man sprinted, quick footsteps could be heard dashing down the hall. He blew past you in a flurry of orange and tan, headed straight for the kitchen. A second pair of footsteps, slower than his, followed.

"LOOK AT WHAT FUGO DID TO ME"

Looking at him from the back, had it not been for his tuft of messy black hair, you might not have recognized him. Everything from his neck to his knees was covered in tan-orange feathers, some with small dark spots and others with snowy white tips. His outstretched arms were covered by wings. From the knees down his legs were bony and... scaly, almost, with three toes each and sharp spurs on the back.

Fugo emerged from the hallway, panting. "I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN EXPLAIN, HE ASKED FOR THIS!"

“I ASKED FOR WINGS, YOU TURNED ME INTO A WHOLE-ASS BIRD!”

Bruno stepped between the two boys, knowing a fight when he saw one, and stopping it early. “Let’s all take a breath,” he said calmly, looking at both the young men to make sure they were breathing with him. “Okay, Fugo, you first, would you like to explain what happened to Narancia?” 

Fugo, the alchemist-in-training, huffed. “Bird-brain over there begged me to give him wings. I warned him that messing with humans and bodies and shit is pretty advanced work, but he persisted, and I gave in. The spell… He was just supposed to get the wings, but…”

Narancia’s tail feathers flicked in annoyance. “AND NOW I’M A FUCKING HARPY! LOOK AT ME!” The wings had replaced his arms, though he had hand-like claws on the ends of them. Bruno sighed, nodding his head. “I… don’t know if I’ll be able to fix this.”

“Abbacchio is a witch, right?” Narancia chimed up hopefully, with a mumbled “warlock” added by Fugo. “He can change me back!” Bruno seemed unsure, though. “I don’t know if he knows anything about…. This, but, I’ll give him a call. He’ll be out on a mission for the next few days, so I’ll see if he can help by phone. Fugo, would you mind seeing if any of your books have suggestions or resources or… anything?”

Fugo grumbled, starting back to his room. Narancia had turned to you, snuggling up next to you on the couch. It was clear he was scared, but you did your best to calm him, petting his hair and smoothing the feathers down his back. They were surprisingly soft, especially up towards his neck, where the baby feathers looked like the down stuffing from a pillow. “In the meantime, Narancia… try not to get into any trouble.” Bruno shook his head. “I don’t know if we would take you to a hospital or to a vet.” 

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The click-clack of Narancia’s talons as he paced across your bedroom floor was an odd sound, filling the otherwise silent room. He would stretch his impressive wingspan, letting all his feathers show beautifully, before pulling his wings in tight to his body and ruffling up, like a bird in the winter chill. 

“Maybe a shower would help clear my head,” he said, thinking out loud. “But…. I don’t….”

“The feathers,” you spoke his thoughts for him. 

“Do you think I can shampoo them, or what? What about that one part of my back I can’t reach?”

“How about I shower with you?” you offered, earning a smile from Narancia. It was nice, a little sense of intimacy and normalcy, Narancia was comforted by your presence. Even through, well, whatever this was, you were by his side. In the bathroom Narancia stripped down while you ran a hot shower for you both, but you froze when you heard him gasp. 

“Nara?”

Narancia’s shout rang throughout the entire base. 

“FUGO GAVE ME A PUSSY!”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sure enough, his dick was still there, but his balls had been replaced by a slit and some folds, covered in a tuft of soft feathers. It… it looked like a pussy. A muffled shout came back from across the base, “It’s called a cloaca! Research it!”

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It had been a few nights since the Feather Incident, and Fugo was no closer to finding a way to reverse Narancia’s body back to normal. Giorno had called in some foundation his extended family was connected with, who allegedly had access “to like, all knowledge, they’ll find something”, but who knew how long that could take. For now, Narancia was snuggled in your arms, unable to quiet his mind down enough to fall asleep. The change in his body was just too weird. It didn’t feel wrong, exactly, but it wasn’t right either. His nervous shifting caused you to stir from your rest, opening your eyes, gazing at him softly. “Can’t sleep?” 

Narancia shook his head. “Brain won’t shut up. Freaked out that Mista might call me birdbrain for the rest of my life.” You chuckled in reply, pulling him up a little closer so you could reach him for a soft, sleepy kiss. You could feel your boyfriend relaxing, practically melting in your arms. “Little better?” you asked, once you had both pulled away for a breath. 

“A little,” Narancia replied, before a little grin crossed his features. “But I think I could go for a little more.” 

Soft kisses and gentle caresses quickly grew into bold makeouts and full-on groping. Navigating around Narancia’s new wings and tail was a bit of a challenge, and he had to touch carefully so as not to scratch you with his claws. At least you didn’t have to worry about his hawk feet-- Fugo had whipped up a knitted pair of thick, wooly socks, shaped perfectly for talons. “Consider them apology socks,” he had grumbled. 

Narancia pulled away from your kiss, a little breathless and cheeks flushed pink. You could feel the tent in his sweatpants, but… something was on his mind, you could tell. 

“Question,” he asked. “You know more about, well, these kinds of parts than I do.”

“I know nothing of cloacas, but go on.”

“Right, but. Uh. Does it always feel this weird and sticky when you’re horny? I want to be horny, not sticky.” 

You let out a sharp peal of laughter. “Yes, I mean. I don’t know if ‘sticky’ would be my first word to describe it, but yeah, sticky works. It doesn’t sound as hot though.”

“You put up with so much for me,” he whispered lovingly, before you two fell into a shared fit of giggles. 

“It’s worth it, I promise,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. “In fact…. I think I might be able to show you.”

Narancia watched carefully as you rummaged through your nightstand drawer, producing a black bag with a golden tie. A present, one Narancia had gotten for you a year or two back. Big but not too thick, long but not painfully so, it was your favorite vibrator. 

“Ok, bef--”

“I want to try it!” 

You were silent. Here you were, about to go on a spiel about how Narancia didn’t have to do it if he didn’t want to. “When am I gonna get the chance for something like this again?”

He had a point, it wasn’t like he would have a cloaca for much longer. Hopefully. It looked like a vagina to you, but with his penis where a clit would be. With a happy shrug you removed the vibrator from its pouch, running your fingers over the purple silicone, smirking at your boyfriend. “Get those pants off, then, and let’s get started.” 

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Narancia was soaked through. His slit leaked a clear, viscous fluid, similar to your own arousal. It tasted, well, a lot like his cum, salty and a touch metallic. His cock twitched when you ran the curved tip of the toy over his slit, pushing the feathers back so his skin could feel the cool silicone. You pushed it in, just a little. Narancia huffed, eyes squinting shut. It was new, you two had played with the idea of pegging but this was different. Less painful stretch, more desire to be filled. His hips rocked forward, taking the toy just a bit deeper. 

“Eager?” you asked, swirling the toy inside him and getting a quick nod in return. You pushed the you in more, past the halfway point, backing out a little, and repeating, a steady in-and-out until the dildo was buried to the hilt in Narancia, only a little bit of purple plastic peeking out from between his feathery mound. 

“Do you like it, Nara?” you cooed, moving the toy just a bit, causing the boy to whine. “Does it feel so good to be this full?”

“Please,” he whispered, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. “I need you to move, please--”

His back arched off the bed as you began thrusting. The pace was quick, but he took it so well, writhing from the feeling of being filled, the curves and ridges of the silicone cock rubbing against him so well, your other hand coming up to grab his cock--

“Wh-- hey!” he whined. Your fingers held tight around the base of his erection, a makeshift ring. “What’s what for!”

“For this,” you said, pressing a button, the vibrator whirring to life. Had it not been for your fingers, Narancia would’ve fallen apart right then and there. Instead, white spots danced in his vision, his dick twitching in your hands, painfully hard. Just the warmth of your fingers felt so good, he only needed a little more of your touch, he was so damn close! You grabbed the ribbon from your vibrator’s bag, securing it around the base of Narancia’s cock. He wriggled, the pleasure and pressure from the vibrator still fogging his mind. “Please,” he whimpered out, hips bucking. “Come on babe, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… ngh, you know!” 

You clicked the vibrator up another notch, making Narancia’s back arch. “Babe, th-- fuck, this is cruel! Cruel and unusual puni-- NGHH!” Narancia was cut off by a squawk as you pulled the vibrator from his hole. It was drenched in his juices, just begging to be licked clean… but you had a job to finish. 

“P-PUT IT BACK!” Narancia yelled, wings flapping a bit in protest. “LET ME CUM, PLEASE!” 

There it was, the magic words. In one swift motion you slid the toy back into Narancia’s needy hole, and with the other, you tugged the ribbon free from around his cock. After a split second of twitching he erupted, hot cum shooting up his abdomen, coating his tanned skin, almost high enough to land on his face. His back arched off the bed in a harsh c-curve, wings flapping wildly, blowing your hair out of your face. You weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him moan so loud. 

As quickly as his orgasm had hit it subsided, Narancia’s lithe form collapsing onto the bed in a tired slump. His hair and feathers were equally disheveled, and his chest was coated in his own warm seed. 

“So being sticky’s worth it, huh?” you teased, poking his thigh with the slick-coated toy. 

Narancia nodded in return. “I can already tell that cleanup’s gonna be a bitch, though.” The poor boy sounded exhausted, you made a mental note to grab him a glass of water. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

Before you could move, Narancia pulled you to his side, resting his head on your chest. “Stay with me first,” he said softly. “Cleanup can wait a few minutes, cuddling needs to be now.”

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By the morning, Giorno had pulled through with a way to reverse the transformation, but Narancia elected to hold off. “Give me a little more time with it,” he had requested, eyes darting to you, a small smirk on his lips. “There’s still a whole lot that I want to try.”

[shwazzberryswriting]

Head On Collision, Part 3

“I mean, a B grade means we passed,” Byounggon said when he and Suchin were getting coffee. He put his phone away before placing his arm around her shoulders. “I think the doc was awesome. We did a good job. Forget that Mr. Terry is a shitty teacher. I knew I was never going to Ace his class.”

“Thanks for putting up with my crappy attitude all these months,” she said as she handed her card to the barista. “This grade is bullshit, though. We deserved an A. Any downgrade is all on me, not you.”

“Whatever,” he said, patting her shoulder. “He’s just a biased old man. You going to keep up the film school route after this?”

“I’m going to take the summer off,” she replied, trying her best to avoid his gaze. “I’ve saved enough from the summer programs I’ve worked in the past, and I deserve a vacation.”

“No shit,” he said with a snort. “Does this mean you’re going on tour with Yuta?”

“How do you know-I thought Yuta said he’d keep quiet.”

“Piti talks in her sleep.”

“Ew! Byounggon!” she shouted and slapped him on the arm. “Don’t you dare joke like that!”

“What?” he said, throwing his arms up to block her blows. “You’re not the only one with a budding romance during our shitty semester this year. It’s not like it can only happen one couple at a time.”

“I don’t care about that!” she replied. “You and Piti have been dating and swapping my secrets to each other! That’s not fair!”

“I thought putting the doc behind us would calm you down, damn,” he said with a laugh.

“Sorry,” she said, straightening up as she realized Shotaro was staring at them with wide eyes.

“You can always make your own ‘No Direction Home’ with your boyfriend,” he said, referring to Martin Scorsese’s documentary on Bob Dylan. “Or you can just get good test shots for inspiration for a future film, nonfictional or otherwise. Use your summer to focus on your creativity.”

“And what if I don’t get any creativity from it?” she asked as they grabbed their drinks and left Regular together.

“Then enjoy your summer with Yuta,” he said with a shrug. “Give yourself a break, Su. Do whatever you want.”

“Tell Piti she needs to take me out to dinner to explain whatever it is you two have together,” she said before departing from Byounggon to go visit Yuta at the NCT frat house.

Even though he was no longer a student at the university, the fraternity continued to house Yuta as he prepared for his summer tour. He had begun to shop around for a condo closer to the music scene in LA, and was close to finalizing a one year contract on a studio apartment near Beverly Hills. But in the meantime, he was still in his old dorm room.

“It’s not a hookup, we’re serious,” Byounggon called out behind her. She had no choice but to believe him if he was so willing to make such a declaration so publicly.

Yuta was lying in his bed, reading from one of his poetry notebooks when she knocked on his door. He took off the headphones he'd connected to the vinyl player that sat on the nightstand beside his bed. She crawled onto the bed, straddling him as she rested her ass against his crotch.

“Early for your cockwarming duties, as always,” he said, throwing his hands under his head as he bucked his hip up against hers, getting comfortable in bed. She cleared her throat with an approving noise as she arched her back, rocking against his cock, letting the heat between their bodies build.

“So is today the day you let me slap you?” she asked, unzipping her jeans as she continued to gyrate against him. She threw her head back and shut her eyes for a moment. “Oh, God, Yuta, your cock is so hard.”

“One face slap equates to one ass slap,” he said, placing his hands on her hips to stop the dry humping. “What’s our safe word?”

“Scum,” she said before throwing the back of her hand up to her mouth to hide her laugh.

“If you can’t take it seriously, we’ll have to find a new word,” he said, laughing with her.

“Scum,” she repeated before getting off his lap. “I can do it. That can be our safe word.”

She stood between his legs as he sat at the edge of his bed. They kissed with her hands on his shoulders, his hands quickly moving from her hips to pulling her jeans off of her. His hands stopped to caress and knead her ass cheeks as their kisses deepened. Once they were naked, Yuta had her lay face down onto his lap, her ass resting against his right hand.

“I’ve been waiting to slap your ass for months, darling,” he said before licking his lips slowly. His fingers glided up and down against her ass cheeks, brushing against the curve of her ass cheeks. “How many should I do? How many times do you want to slap me across the face? Once won’t be enough. You seemed ready to beat me that first day we met.”

“Ugh, if you keep talking I’m going to pick a high number,” she groaned, shifting slightly. He enjoyed mentioning their first meeting too much. She didn’t like it when he brought it up because she found their first meeting awkward and embarrassing.

“How well can your ass handle my hand slapping you?” he reminded her, petting her ass cheek affectionately, giving it a gentle pinch.

“Five?” she asked. “Five is a good number right?”

He smiled and raised his eyebrows for a few moments before nodding.

“I’m going to need you to count with me,” he said as his hand pet her ass cheeks. He traced a finger down her ass cheek, tracing the curves of her ass cheeks before he groped her left ass cheek.

“What? We didn’t talk about that,” she said, feeling her face flush with heat. “It’s...it’s going to be weird, right?”

“If you don’t count,” he said, groping her ass again, “you can still slap me across the face, but we won’t fuck. That’ll be your punishment. No counting, no fucking.”

“Is that fair?” she asked, sitting up slightly. Maybe counting out the number of ass slaps like a weird countdown special wasn’t so cringe after all, if it meant that it’d end with Yuta fucking her. “Fine, let’s count to five.”

“I appreciate your sportsmanship, darling,” he said gently before bending over to kiss her cheek.

“Spank me,” she said, wiggling her hips gently.

“You’ve never been spanked, huh?” Yuta said as his hand caressed the curve of her right ass cheek. “Such a supple ass and I’m the lucky bastard that gets to pop your cherry. On the count of three, we say, ‘One’ together. One,” his hand groped her ass cheek, “two,” his hand was gone, and there was a long pause as the cool air in the room tickled her skin, “three.”

“One!” she screamed as she felt and heard Yuta’s hand make contact with her skin.

He’d said, “One” much softer than her, and she looked behind her to see him smiling as he looked at her ass. She’d felt deep vibrations from the motion of his hand smacking her ass go deep inside of her. It lit up her nerves and she felt her insides grow warm.

“How do you feel?” he asked her, making eye contact with her. His fingers caressed her skin gently, making her shiver.

“The stinging isn’t so bad,” she admitted. “We can go for number two when you’re ready.”

“On the count of three,” he said, his palm caressing the warmed skin where he’d slapped her.

When he’d slapped her a second time, he’d surprised her as he gave her the third slap by immediately slapping her other ass cheek. She squealed out, “Three!” with him when she felt the sting of his palm on her skin.

“How do you feel?” he asked, the vibrations from his chuckling hit her deep inside as well.

“You’re so good at this,” she said with a soft tone, her nipples perked up in heat as she anticipated the next spanking.

Her slick heat was slowly dripping out of her as they counted to three again, his hand slapping the fleshiest part of her ass cheek. Her skin was prickling like she’d dipped in water a little too hot for comfort, but she moaned in sensual need as he massaged her hot skin. She whimpered as he started the final countdown, and they said, “Five!” clearly together when she felt his hand slap her ass again.

“How was that, darling?” Yuta asked as he caressed her ass gently. “You did well. Do you feel how hard I am?”

He pulled her up and kissed her. She thrust her ass against his erection to give him her response to his question.

“I’m so wet,” she blurted out, her body shaking.

“You want to keep continuing?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Yes, Yuta.”

“What do you want, darling?” he asked as he set her down to sit beside him. He reached to his night stand, and she kissed his neck as she helped him put his condom on.

She kissed him and pushed for him to lie back down onto his bed. Straddling him she gyrated her wet cunt against his hardened cock. His palms kneaded her hips, and he grinned as he watched her direct his cock toward her entrance.

“You make me such a needy slut,” she said between heavy pants as she pushed him into her. She pushed her hips forward slowly as his hands reached toward her ass. “Fuck, Yuta, put it in deep.”

He hissed as they both pushed to connect their hips together closer. She rested the fingers of her right hand against Yuta’s cheek like they’d practiced before and she tapped his cheek lightly as she pulled her hips back. She shut her eyes as she felt the pressure of his cock leaving her insides.

“I want your cock all the time,” she said softly as she thrust forward, letting him fill her up again. She opened her eyes and tapped his cheek again. She put more force in the tapping before she stopped and gave him a hard enough slap to cause an audible noise of skin to skin contact.

“I’m the bastard making you such a cock whore,” he encouraged her, his hips beginning a steady rhythm between them. She moaned as his thumb pressed against her clit. “Punish me.”

She slapped him again, a little harder as her fingers stung a little. She moaned and threw her hands back to grab his wrists as he began thrusting up harshly into her. The thumb of his left hand teased her as it did figure 8s against her clit.

“Don’t make me come yet,” she demanded in desperation as his thrusts rocked her unsteadily. She released her hold and tapped her left hand against his right cheek before slapping him a third time. She slapped him again as she moaned out his name, his cock driving so hard up into her his balls began slapping against her ass.

His arms wrapped around her waist, and he pushed her to lie down on her side as he entered her from behind, lifting her leg to hook over his behind her. She moaned as he drove his cock deep into her, his hand playing with her clit while his mouth massaged her earlobe.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when I’m making you my cock whore,” he said before sucking onto her earlobe.

“I’m coming,” she whispered as her pussy clamped down onto his cock. His mouth was sucking hard onto her neck as his thumb flicked her clit harshly while he continually thrust into her. His arms held her tight as his release came when she’d begun to gyrate her hips lazily against him, her orgasm going down like a slowly deflating balloon.

“Show me how much you like me,” he said when she sat up to look down at him. She rested her hand to caress his cheek before slapping it. He shut his eyes and groaned as a smile appeared. “Five is a good number.”

He sat up and rested his back against the wall as he pulled her into his arms. His hands caressed the hot areas of her ass, where he’d spanked her.

“You did amazing, darling,” he said before planting a kiss onto her cheek. “You took the slaps well, and if it hurts too much, we can hold back.”

“It was perfect,” she replied, running a hand through his hair. His hair was completely damp with sweat. “You did amazing too, dear.” She caressed his cheek gently. His cheeks were bright pink. “You’re a good man to make love to me, Yuta. Your spankings didn’t hurt me as much as they turned me on. You checked up on me, too, I always felt safe with you.”

“Good,” he said as he snuggled his head into her neck, leaving soft kisses across her chest. “Thank you for letting us do this. I only want us to have good experiences. I’m lucky to have you here with me, like this.”

“I had a good time,” she said, cupping his face into her hands. “Thank you for making me feel good.” She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and pulling back as soon as their tongues touched. He growled against her lips.

“This lion has you cornered now,” he said as he flipped them around so that she was lying down onto her back, his body over hers. “There’s no reason to fight me off.” They kissed, and she realized he was referring back to his first words to her.

“I should have let you eat me up then,” she confessed when they broke their kiss, her hand caressing his neck.

“Don’t let your sister know,” he said as they laid down in bed together. “She’ll start demanding commissions.”

“Did you know she’s dating Byounggon?”

“Those horny kids.”

“So you knew?”

“I caught them making out that one week we had to do the final interviews. They asked me not to stress you out, so I didn’t say anything.”

“I just don’t want them hurting each other. Piti’s never had a serious boyfriend, and Byounggon took a couple years to get over his high school girlfriend.”

“They’ll work it out,” he said, running his hand down her arm. “You’ve ever had a serious relationship?”

“No,” she replied, turning around to look at him face to face. “You?”

“Never serious enough,” he said with a shrug. He bent down and kissed her neck before kissing her cheek. “This feels serious.”

Her face felt hot as she nodded. It had to be serious if it was Yuta who brought it up. She was the serious one, but he’d been the one to bring their relationship to new levels. No one understood their relationship like them, she realized, and she thought of Byounggon and Piti. It wasn’t her job to understand their relationship. She should be glad Piti finally found a guy as kind as Byounggon to develop romantic feelings for.

“Stay here, I’m going to draw you up a bath,” he said as he handed her his frowning Badtz Maru plush.

“I want to go with you,” she said, standing up with him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her naked body to his back. He’d been putting on a silk bathrobe.

“I didn’t know you’d be so needy,” he said, his tone amused as her hand found his cock and squeezed it gently. “You really are a cock whore.”

She buried her face into his back, the dirty talk making her more bashful when she wasn’t in the middle of being fucked by Yuta. He grabbed her hands, making her release him, and he turned around to grab a large blue bath towel. After wrapping it around her, he took her hand and led her to the shared bath he shared with his roommates on the third floor.

The bathroom was very clean, and well organized. As Yuta drew up a bubble bath, pouring in salts and oils while he sat at the edge of the tub, Suchin took off her towel. She folded it before setting it onto the towel rack. The first time she’d used the bathroom she was so shocked at the cleanliness, she thought the NCT fraternity hired a maid.

Instead, she found out one of Yuta’s roommates was a neat freak with a penchant for the finer things in life, including hot bubble baths. She placed her hands on the inside of Yuta’s knees and gently pushed them apart. He turned his head away from the half filled tub, and smiled as she captured his gaze. She untied the silk bow at his waist and slid down to her knees as her hands grabbed his stiffening cock.

“I’m good on my knees,” she bragged in a soft voice as she stroked his cock before licking the tip.

He breathed out of his mouth as his hands gathered her hair away from her face, holding it into a thick ponytail. She smiled as she looked up to capture his gaze, putting his cock in her mouth. She pushed forward as she slid her tongue along the length of the bottom of his shaft. Her eyes shut as she furrowed her eyebrows when she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little as she gripped onto the bottom of his shaft, sucking and hollowing her cheeks as she breathed in through her nose.

He breathed in heavily as his fingers loosened their hold on her hair before they returned to entangle in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. She moved her mouth to focus on the pink skin of his mushroomed head. Her lips sucked on his skin before swirling her tongue around it to take it in her mouth again, repeating her suctioning. They both jumped as they heard a loud knock on the door.

“Jungwoo? Doyoung? Hurry up!” they heard a hurried voice exclaim. “I need to take the biggest leak in the world, man!”

“I got it,” Yuta said as Suchin released his cock, her tongue giving the tip of his cock a gentle reassuring lick before she let him go and moved aside. He tied his robe back on as he held her hand to help her step into the bath. “Turn off the water when you feel like there’s enough.”

“Did you hear me?” the voice demanded as there came another knock. “I need reli-”

“Hey, man,” Yuta greeted as Suchin watched him crack open the door just the slightest.

“Hey, Yuta,” the voice softened greatly, the impatient tone gone. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“I’m just about to take a bath, Xiaojun,” Yuta replied. “Sorry, man. I’ll try to be quick-”

“No, it’s OK, man,” Xiaojun replied quickly. “I’ll go use the bathroom downstairs.”

“Yuta,” Suchin couldn’t help calling out as she turned off the faucet, “the bubbles are disappearing.”

“See you later!” she heard Xiaojun’s voice rise a few octaves before Yuta shut the door.

“Not my girlfriend joining in on teasing Xiaojun,” Yuta said with a grin, taking his robe off.

“Lucas told me that Xiaojun finds you intimidating,” she said, moving to sit behind Yuta as he got into the bathtub with her.

“So you let him know that I’m having a bath with my girlfriend,” he replied, resting his back against her. His hands caressed her calves under the water, moving her feet to hook over his thighs. “He’ll never be able to look me in the eyes again.”

She massaged his back, and shoulders, washing him with the scented bath water. Her lips nibbled on his ear as her hands stroked his cock and thighs under the water. After a while, his hands grabbed onto hers’, forcing her hands to leave him. He turned around and kissed her as his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her to him.

“You’re so good to me,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. He kissed her gently before flicking her lips with the tip of his tongue. “It’s my turn to wash you.”

With her back pressed to his front, her hand reached behind her as she stroked Yuta’s cock underwater while his fingers played with her pussy. They kissed as the walls of her pussy clamped around his fingers, his middle finger having tapped up against her G-spot. He released her lips as he began giving her shoulder and neck wet kisses, his hips jerking against her as he came.

“You’re all mine,” she said with sweet affection as she turned around, moving to straddle him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “I’ve got you caged in this bath.”

“If I’m all yours,” he said, running his wet fingers along her shoulders before sliding under the water to drift down her body, “then you’re all mine.”

She laughed against his lips as his hands kneaded her ass. She shut her eyes and moaned into his mouth as she felt him squeeze the sensitive skin where he’d slapped her. His tongue stifled another moan of hers as she felt three fingers slide against her slit, his tongue pushing into her mouth. A small heat washed over as he made her come, his fingers having milked and massaged her clit.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised him before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Yuta.”

A loud knock on the door let them know that their shared bliss had to come to an end. Another roommate needed to use the bathroom, this one’s voice even more impatient.

“No more hookups here,” he said, wrapping his arms around her body. “I promise.”

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The End

Thank you always for reading!

[spookyjuicefiction]

The Black Diamond - Chapter 1

MASTERLIST

A/N: Kind of a long setup, but it’ll be worth it, I promise. No smut yet! Just a little tasteful burlesque striptease.

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Brown, brown, and more brown. Bucky scowled out the back seat window at the desert which seemed to scroll by on loop like an old movie background. A cactus here, a tumbleweed there. And then again. Welcome to The Middle of Nowhere, Somewhere In America.

“We’ve got to be getting close,” Steve took his eyes from the road momentarily to Natasha, who was sitting shotgun and studying a huge map spread across the dashboard. Cell phone service had disappeared an hour ago, and GPS along with it. Not that the place they were looking for existed on Google Maps. Natasha only frowned.

“If we get stuck out in this wasteland, I’m going to kill you, Rogers,” groaned Sam, peering over Nat’s shoulder. “You said you knew where it was!”

“If the map is accurate, we should be coming up to it any minute now,” Steve replied calmly. “Let’s review the plan in the meantime. Nat?”

Although Bucky could only see the back of her head, he could tell she was rolling her eyes. “You three are escaping your wives in Phoenix for a boys’ getaway up to this club Sam heard about from his buddy at work.”

“Sam?” Steve prompted.

Sighing, Sam sat back. “We picked up Nat hitchhiking on the side of the road. Her boyfriend dumped her, she’s homeless, and she’s desperate for a job. We don’t want to leave town until we know she’s settled in.”

“Good. Buck?”

Bucky looked back out the window into the brown dustland. “Natasha will infiltrate by getting in with the staff and finding out what they know about their employer. Meanwhile, we will befriend the other patrons and locals and gather intel that way. Once we can get a good layout of the place, we search for information.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” said Steve, for the millionth time. “If this guy really is ex-Hydra, he’s not going to be leaving his old paperwork just lying around for anyone to find. Luckily, our intel says news doesn’t travel fast out here and we’re unlikely to be recognized. Hopefully we can slip in and slip out before this guy gets back.”

“How do you know he won’t be there?” Sam asked.

“I don’t,” Steve admitted. “I’m putting trust in our informant. That’s why I brought so many of you. It’s only a club; if it gets ugly, I think we can handle it. But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Great,” Sam murmured, “sure, let’s trust the anonymous informant.”

“Check it out,” Nat pointed out the windshield and Sam and Bucky leaned forward to squint. In the distance, a building began to grow out of the horizon. As the car drew closer, they could see it was a fairly large, three-story warehouse, dropped in the middle of the empty landscape on the side of the dirt road. Further down, in the distance, was what appeared to be a small town: Bucky could make out two motels, a gas station, and a shabby grocery store. He wondered where the hell the people lived that worked there, since there was nothing else around.

The building had no sign, but dozens of cars were parked haphazardly all around it and people were lingering near the door, smoking cigarettes and God knows what else. Steve maneuvered the car into an inconspicuous spot and cut the engine, turning in his seat to look at his team.

“Okay. You ready?”

Bucky, Nat, and Sam nodded at him and then one another before stepping out of the car.

Bucky sucked in a breath as the scorching hot air enveloped him the instant he opened the door. He could see the air sizzling over the dirt in the distance, and he felt a pang of longing to be back at the compound, swimming in the cool lap pool. He tried to focus as they drew near to the warehouse, making mental notes of where there were service doors or the occasional boarded window in case they needed to make a quick getaway. A bouncer by the door, nearly as tall and muscular as Steve, gave them an irritated look before gesturing them vaguely inside.

The room inside was nothing like Bucky had expected. Instead of dusty wood floors and cement walls, there was plush plum carpeting and wallpaper decorated with fleur de lis and spiral patterns. Sconces lined the hallway, dripping with crystals that caught the muted light as they twirled in the gust of hot air that followed them through the door. They approached a mahogany desk manned by an attractive young woman who bestowed a sickeningly sweet smile onto them.

“Well, well, well,” she cooed in a voice that had to be faked, “What do we have here? We don’t usually get such good looking boys around these parts.” She winked at Bucky. “Are you here for the show?”

“They are,” Nat stepped forward, pushing her chest out, leaning over the desk and adopting a southern accent, “but I’m lookin’ for work. I ain’t as pretty as you, but maybe there’s something I can do?”

The girl behind the desk frowned at her at first, and then cocked her head. “Hmm. Actually, you might just be his type. I’ll see what I can do.” She snapped her fingers suddenly and two men in black suits appeared.

“See if we can find a job for this gal,” she said to them in the sweet voice, and they obediently led Natasha out of the room. Nat threw a last glance at them over her shoulder and tapped her wrist, their sign for “I got this, don’t worry”.

“Show’s standin’ room only tonight,” chirped the girl, turning back to them. “Sold out.”

“Wow,” said Sam, raising his brows, “does it usually sell out?” Bucky was apparently not the only one to think this was odd, considering the remoteness of the club.

“It does when Bombalurina performs,” the girl cooed with another wink. “Trust me, boys, you won’t wanna miss it.”

Steve, Sam, and Bucky were ushered by another pretty girl through a set of double doors into the lounge area brimming with people. The bar in the back was packed shoulder to shoulder, while the small round tables throughout the room were so crowded, the guys could hardly scoot through the room. They found a spot along the wall at the opposite side from the door where they could see the stage, which extended into a catwalk that cut the room in half. They stood in silence, politely shooing away a girl with a drink tray while they studied the room around them. To Bucky’s surprise, it was not just creepy older men in the crowd for the show, but women too, most of whom appeared dignified and well-manicured. It was strange to see so many high-society folks at this warehouse in the middle of the desert. What exactly was going on here?

“Most of these girls aren’t eighteen, much less twenty-one,” murmured Sam as another shot girl walked by, smiling at them shyly.

“Yeah. It’s too dark in here to tell, but I’ll bet most of them look like they’ve been through some stuff. You don’t end up working out here if you’ve had an easy life,” Steve responded, sounding worried.

Just then, the room went black as the spotlights blasted the stage with light, illuminating a short, thin man with oiled back hair and a glittering tuxedo. He was wearing more makeup than nearly any woman Bucky had ever seen in his life.

“Hello and good evening to all of you freaks, geeks, chics, and sharks!” he boomed into the microphone, and was greeted with loud laughter and applause. “My name is Luxardo and I am pleased as punch to be your host for the evening! Gird your loins, clutch your pearls, and loosen your belts because you are in for a night of tantalizing beauty and sensual sexuality that will take your breath away!”

Bucky ground his teeth as Luxardo yammered on for another few moments, cracking dirty jokes that had the crowd laughing with delight and Steve blushing scarlet. When the first number came out, a troupe of scantily-clad dancing girls, Sam leaned over and whispered, “Maybe you ought to turn your back, Cap. Wouldn’t want to offend these girls’ delicate sensibilities.” Steve slugged him, and even Bucky had to chuckle a little.

Scantily clad dancing girls turned out to be the majority of the program, to no one’s surprise except perhaps Steve, and Bucky had become fidgety and restless by the time Luxardo returned to the microphone over an hour later.

“Dearly esteemed guests of The Black Diamond, we humbly thank you for supporting our little show. And as the sweetest, richest, most decadent dessert we could offer, please enjoy our final number: the Queen of Diamonds herself, Bombalurina.”

A hush fell over the crowd in such an odd way that Bucky felt himself snapping to attention. The stage went dark, and then one, single spotlight lit center stage. A sensual, jazzy tune began to play, and a woman began emerging from the floor with her back to the audience. When she was fully above the stage, the music paused dramatically. In the instant that she spun around to face the room, the music crescendoed and the stage lit up in blues and pinks, showing her in full, technicolor detail.

That was the first moment of Bucky Barnes’s life.

He was sure of it. He had never existed, never breathed, never seen a single thing, until this very moment. Until he saw her for the first time.

He forgot everything. He went deaf. All he could do was look at her, watch her as she sauntered down the stage in her glittering, sequined dress. All he ever wanted to see again was the way her red lips moved along with some music that he could no longer hear. It didn’t matter, nothing did, so long as her eyes, her hair, and her skin existed in the world. In his world.

He watched the number as if in a dream, foggy and surreal as though under water, and he could not move nor even feel his body. First she was only dancing, and then she began taking off her clothes. First gloves, then dress, then, hook by hook, the corset that held the secret of her chest from him. Somewhere, the recesses of his mind told him he should look away, but he could not bring himself to do it. She turned, swaying back to the spot where she started, and planted her feet. On one beat, she tore open corset and dropped it to the ground beside her. On the next beat, the final beat, she spun around, hitting a stunning pose with her pastied breasts exposed -- and locking her eyes with his.

The room erupted into cheers around Bucky as he stood motionless and transfixed, their eye contact intense and certain. Bombalurina stood still too, locked in her pose, and he was sure he saw her cock her brow at him before she broke the spell and turned to take her bow.

“Wow,” he heard Steve breathe beside him and turned to his friend, blinking away the dream, “she’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, feeling a little woozy and leaning against the wall subtly for support.

“I guess we know why people come out here,” observed Sam, motioning to the way the whole room was on their feet, clapping and whooping and catcalling.

“You got that right.” The guys jumped at Natasha’s voice as she emerged from a curtain next to where they stood, bearing a tray and apparently collecting empty glasses. “The men are all in love with her, and the women all want to be her.” Reading their looks of surprise, she explained, “They were busy so they hired me on the spot. I’ll catch you guys back at the hotel later and we can debrief.”

Steve nodded briskly to her and watched her disappear into the crowd before turning to Sam and Bucky.

“We’d better get out of here. I saw a few guys from the CIA that might recognize us if they sober up enough.”

“The CIA?” Bucky asked incredulously. The Black Diamond apparently had some serious reach. Before they could take two steps, however, a man in a black suit appeared in front of them. He was tall and muscular, like the bouncer had been, and was holding a rather large martini.

“The Queen would like a word with you all in her dressing room,” he said quietly.

“The Queen?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Bombalurina,” the man replied. “She won’t be kept waiting. Come.”

The man in the black suit set off, weaving through the tables, and the guys could only exchange a quick look before turning to follow. He led them through a door behind a curtain that was apparently the backstage area, scattered with glitter and feathers and lingering puffs of perfume. Bucky, Steve, and Sam followed the man through a labyrinth of purple hallways until, at length, they reached a red door with a gold star on it. Bucky took in a breath as the man knocked gently.

From within, a woman’s voice called back, “Come in.”

The man in the black suit pushed through the door, the Avengers filing in behind him.

“Ah, thank you darling,” came the woman’s voice again. Presumably, she had been handed the large martini. Bucky found that he was afraid to look at her, as if it might hurt, like looking at the sun. At last, he slowly raised his eyes.

She sat with her back to them at a large vanity table, fussing with some makeup and sipping the martini. Finally, she looked up at their reflections in the mirror, a coy smile spreading across her perfect red lips.   

“Well. Captain America. Now, this is a surprise.”

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[imaginexsa]

I’m Yours, You’re Mine (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I’m so sorry for posting this so late hahaha anyways I’ll be doing some of the prompts that some of you guys sent so if you want me to write some then please send it my way😊 In the meantime, enjoy!!

Request: Please do some Bucky Barnes smut where you get jealous on some girl talking to buck During one of Tony's parties. He finds it cute and also mocks you a bit while you try to be mad at him. Later that night he throws you on his bed showing you that you're his one and only. But you tell him you're a virgin so he makes the night all about you and it's all gentle and passionate? And after that he cuddles you close and won't let you go ❤️☺️ Also from his POV if that's ok with you.

Warnings: smut

You sipped on your drink as you laughed at a story Thor was telling. Glancing around the room, you watch the crowd. Some of them drinking at the bar you were now sitting at, some chattering and laughing with friends. It was one of Tony’s celebratory parties after all of you completed a rather tedious mission.

Your gaze rested on your boyfriend, sitting on the couch, talking. A smile made a way to your face as you realized how dashing he looked tonight, but the smile dropped and immediately turned to a frown as you saw that he was talking to a female agent. You weren’t one that gets jealous easily but she was obviously trying to suck up to him.

Hell, you were one to get jealous easily. You know you shouldn’t, you trust him but sometimes you couldn’t help it. You watched as the agent placed a hand on your boyfriend’s arm, you felt your eyes narrowed even more as you drank your drink.

Bucky felt an intense stare on his back, making him turn behind to see you glaring at him, well, mostly on the female agent beside him now. He felt a smirk tug on his lips as he turned back to face the agent, gently prying her hand away as he excused himself. He made his way to you but you didn’t seem to notice, you gaze still on the agent.

Bucky stood beside you for a while, Thor and Tony nodding to him, glancing at you with a smile before leaving. Bucky crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you. “Wow, aren’t you a stunner tonight?”

You jumped slightly before turning to look at him, a frown on your face as you looked at where he once sat and back at him. “When did you get here?”

Bucky chuckled as he leaned against the bar, looking devilishly handsome as he looked at you, his eyes twinkling. “You would have noticed if you weren’t too busy trying to burn holes into the back of that poor agent’s head with your glare.”

You looked away as you sipped your drink, mumbling. “I wasn’t glaring.”

“Aw, is little Y/N jealous?” Bucky cooed and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you muttered, turning away from him as you tried to ignore him.

Bucky grinned as he reached out and lightly touched your cheek, turning you to face him. “It’s okay to admit if you’re a little jealous.”

You blushed slightly, watching Bucky as he looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes. Looking away, you tried to hide your blush. “Bite me.”

Bucky chuckled as he winked. “Anytime.”

~

As the party died down and everyone left, the Avengers retired to their room as well. You headed to the shared room between you and Bucky, Bucky walking beside you, both of you in comfortable silence.

You walked into the room, taking off the pins in your hair and placing them on the nightstand as you heard Bucky close the door. Turning around to face him, you started to ask him a question. “Hey, are you going t-”

Stopping halfway, you watched as Bucky stalked towards you, a look in his eyes. You gasped as he suddenly picked you up and lightly tossed you on the bed as he crawled on top of you. You cocked your head to the side as you looked at him questioningly, wondering what’s with his sudden attitude. “Bucky?”

“You were jealous,” Bucky said, making you frown.

“So?”

Bucky leaned down, both your faces inches apart, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. “I want to show you that you’re mine as I am yours. No one can change that.”

You gulped, feeling breathless as you saw Bucky’s baby blue eyes darken as lust filled his gaze, fueling your own. “Oh? And how are you going to show that?”

Bucky smirked. “By doing this.” He leaned down and captured your lips in his. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you heard him groan against your lips.

He licked the bottom of your lip and you opened your mouth, allowing both of your tongues to explore each other’s mouth. When the two of you pulled apart, both of you were breathless but you quickly stopped Bucky before he continued. “Bucky, I have something important to say.”

“You want to stop?” Bucky asked breathlessly, eyeing you as if ready to back up if that’s what you wished.

You immediately shook your head. “God, no. I just want to say that, well, this is my first time.”

Bucky immediately looked understanding, his mouth forming an ‘O’ before he smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow, I promise.”

You instantly felt reassure before you pulled Bucky back down, kissing him. Both of you kissed passionately, Bucky slanting his lips over yours again and again. You felt him moving you up slightly so that he could reach the zip at the back of your dress, not wanting to break apart from the kiss.

Smiling at how he was struggling, you broke the kiss and allowed him to quickly take out your dress, leaving you in just your bra and panties. You immediately felt embarrassed as Bucky looked you up and down.

“Beautiful,” he muttered before leaning back down to kiss you before trailing kisses down your neck.

“You still have most of your clothes on, that’s not fair,” you breathed out, feeling Bucky chuckled against your skin before taking off his shirt and shucking his pants off in record time, him only in his boxers as he picked up where he left off.

You leaned down, placing your hands on either side of Bucky’s face, kissing him. You pulled apart soon after, starting to kiss down his neck this time, your kisses trailing down to where his metal arm met his flesh, hearing Bucky’s breath hitch.

He immediately stopped you as he started kissing you again, slowly kissing down to the valley between your breasts, making your arch your back. He stopped and reached behind to unclasp your bra, throwing it aside as he kissed your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, making you gasp and moan as your hand grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned out as Bucky switched to the other one.

Bucky gave one more lick before trailing scorching kisses down your body, his hands sliding down your waist as his kisses reached the top of your underwear. You sucked in your breath as he kissed the sensitive parts of your inner thighs, his stubble lightly scratching your sensitive skin.

You felt his hot breath against your womanhood that was only shielded by your panties. You jolted as you felt him place a kiss against it, your breathing labored. Bucky hooked his fingers on both sides of your panty, pulling it down. It felt like it took forever when he finally threw your underwear to where all the other clothes were strewn.

He leaned back down, spreading your legs further, you felt him lightly rubbing his fingers against your slick folds, making you hold your breath. You almost bounded from the bed as you felt his tongue licking, lightly caressing the sensitive nub hidden between your folds before he lightly suckled. You moaned and arched your back, feeling him slowly insert one finger into you, easing it out before pushing it back in again, adding another finger soon after.

You fisted your hands in the sheets, the pleasure Bucky giving you was almost unimaginable. Even though this was your first time doing this, you could tell that Bucky was going slow, making sure that you felt the most pleasure. You could feel his gentleness and you wanted to repay him in the same pleasure he provided you.

You felt yourself slowly reaching the peak, your body shaking as you let out a moan, feeling your release. Your breathing was heavy as your felt Bucky move up, leaning down to kiss you.

When he pulled apart, he reached over to the nightstand and took out a condom from the drawer, quickly taking his boxer off soon after. You glanced down, seeing Bucky’s hard shaft. You took in a deep breath as you watched Bucky, him rolling on the protection.

He seemed to realize your panic as he leaned down, hovering on top of you. “I promise I’ll go slow.”

You nodded as Bucky kissed you, making you forget about your worries all of a sudden. You felt his manhood lightly probing against your entrance, making you freeze slightly but Bucky continued kissing you, his hand reaching down caressing your breasts before going down, reaching your womanhood as he started stroking the fire back in you.

You felt yours lids getting heavier as you kissed him back with equal passion. It was that moment when Bucky suddenly thrust in, making you gasp as you broke the kiss. The only thing running in your mind now was how it hurt.

Bucky held you close as he cooed sweet nothings to you, kissing your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks, telling you how everything would be fine soon. It was torturous but he didn’t move at all, wanting you to adjust to his size. He was so tempted to start moving, you felt so hot, so tight, he was going insane.

After a while, the pain faded. You started to feel a tingling sensation, moving restlessly against him. Bucky hissed as he stopped your movements. “Stop, not yet.”

“Bucky,” you whispered against his ear, nibbling it gently. He seemed to snap as he withdrew, thrusting back into you soon after, both of you groaning in pleasure.

The two of you started moving in sync, you raising your hips to meet him, both of you speeding up, going harder. You felt yourself reaching your climax again, your fingernails sinking into Bucky’s shoulder. Feeling yourself release, Bucky came not so long after, collapsing on top of you, both of you breathless.

Both of you seemed to stay in that position for ages until Bucky regained some of senses as he rolled off you, not wanting to crush you, grabbing you in the process so that you were on top of him now.

“That was,” Bucky started to say.

“Amazing,” you finished, Bucky letting out a breathless chuckle as he held you against him tighter.

“Yeah.”

You lightly traced patterns on his chest, a smile slipping on your face before your looked up at Bucky. “I love you.”

Bucky looked surprised by the sudden confession before he gave you an adoring smile. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You were suddenly hovering over Bucky, a seductive smile on your face.

Bucky started shaking his head, knowing what you wanted. “You just had your first time, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smirked before leaning down, nibbling on his ear, kissing the sweet spot under his ear, feeling him shiver. Bucky suddenly grabbed you and turned you over, so that you were pinned under him, his eyes turning dark, a smirk on his face this time. “If you want to back out now, you can.”

Shaking your head, your wound your arms his neck. “I want you.”

“As you say,” Bucky growled out, capturing your lips in his.

[soldierwinterthe]

Something just like this

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2193

Warnings: Angst, Smut!, Fluffy in the end

A/N: This oneshot is based on the song “Something Just like This” by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I love so much this song, it’s like a drug!

Feedback is always appreciated.

Fist.

He.

Fist.

Will come back.

Fist.

Soon.

I take a deep breath, and in the meantime, I take the bottle of water, and I drink. By now, it’s been two weeks since Bucky left for a mission in Russia, along with Steve and Tony. I remained at the base of the Avengers, until my boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, not back. I hate staying at home alone; It reminds me every fucking minute that he’s not there, and the silence overwhelms me. So for now I sleep in the room next to Natasha; At least I try. I miss Bucky. I miss my boyfriend. I miss his voice, his contagious laugh, his eyes staring at me, his soft and sweet lips on mine, his arms around my waist. It’s horrible to be so far away from him, and not having news of him.

I drain the anger and frustration pulling punches in punching bag, but doesn’t help much; I hear the gym door open, and enters Natasha smiling.

“Y/n, dinner is almost ready.”

“Thanks Nat.”

Without another word, Natasha comes out, and I remain alone again. I sigh; she and Sam are the fantastic friends, and in all this time that Bucky is not there, did everything they could to distract me; we went to the movies, to eat a pizza, at Luna Park. But they’re not my Bucky.

I return to my room, and after a quick shower, I go into the kitchen. Natasha and Sam are already there, sitting on the couch watching a movie; after greeting Sam, I sit down beside him, and I watch the film with them. Just when it’s late, I greet you both, and silently I go back in the room. This is my daily routine, for two long weeks.

I want my Bucky.

Fist.

He.

Fist.

Will come back.

Fist.

Soon.

And another day began; after breakfast, Sam and I have made a run, and we bet about who was faster; when there is no Steve to run with him, Sam is always happy, because it’s easier to win for him.

When we returned to base, I’m back in the gym, and I started to give again to punch the punching bag; it’s the only thing that calms me. After a while I stop and support the forehead of the punching bag, and I close my eyes; Bucky is my life, since I was back to being himself. The first time I met him, he was still the Winter Soldier, and I have done nothing but fight him; he was strong, and he put me to the mat in a few moves. At that moment I thought that I hated him. I am a proud person, and I hate to lose; in spite of everything, I felt a shiver when our eyes met. I didn’t pay much attention, but when Bucky is back to being.. Bucky, everything changed.

He’s fantastic, sweet, and kind, and even broken. And since we attend us, he makes me feel alive. For him it wasn’t easy to get back to ‘normal’ life, what the HYDRA did to him.. after all this time, sometimes he wakes up at night, because of a nightmare, and I try to comfort the more likely. I am still absorbed in my thoughts, when I hear the door open; without looking, I sigh.

“Yeah, Nat. Lunch is ready.”

“Can I be your food?”

I open my eyes when I hear his voice; I quickly turn to the door to be sure I recognize the voice of my boyfriend, or if it’s just a dream; but he’s there. Bucky, in his combat uniform, half dirt, but all his glory. Instinctively, I run towards him, and in a few seconds I throw myself into his arms, my legs around his waist. We remain silent for a while, enjoying this intimate moment between us; I inhale his scent, I brush his skin with the fingers.

“I missed you so much.”

“I’ve noticed.”

I blush, and having stretched the legs and resting my feet on the ground, I look in his eyes.

“Sorry.”

Bucky smiles, and laying his hands cupped my cheeks, he grabs my lips with his, and pulls me to his chest. How much he missed me...

I try to deepen the kiss, but then I remember that we are in the gym, and that someone can come suddenly.

“I missed you too.” he says when we move away, his arms still around my waist.

“When did you come back?”

“I have just returned. Natasha had told me you were here, and then I’m over here right away.”

I smile. He tries to get close, but jokingly I run him by me.

“Calm down, big boy. You need a shower, and long.”

He laughs; I’m so happy that he is here with me, and his laugh is so contagious, that I begin laughing too.

“Why are you crying?” he suddenly asked; I frown, and I touch my face with the hand. I feel it’s wet, and I smile.

“I’m just glad you’re here.”

Bucky pulls me to him, and kisses my forehead.

“How about if we go back to our home?” he asks me as grazes my ear with his lips, making me shiver, “Take a shower, we have dinner, and we’re together.”

I swallow hard when I hear the last words; now that he’s finally back, I want him all to myself.

“Let’s go back to our home.”

After entering the house, me and Bucky we head both in the bathroom. I open the valve of the tap, and while the tub fills with hot water, I undress. I remain alone with the bra and panties, and suddenly I feel the Bucky’s eyes fixed on me. I smile, and satisfied with the effect that I do to him, I glance over my shoulder.

“Like what you see, James?”

I call him by his first name, knowing what causes in him when he hears my voice say it; he’s approaching menacingly at me, his hands touching my hips, and I feel a shiver along my spine when his metal fingers brush my bare skin. My back touch his bare chest, and Bucky leaves wet kisses in the hollow of my neck.

“After all this time, hell, of course I like it, doll.”

I turn to him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, I brush his lips, and I shrink, trying to provoke him.

“Will you do me the honour, James, to take my clothes off?”

“I’m the one just returned from a mission. You should undress me.”

I bite my lip, and not make me say it twice, I lower the zipper of his pants, and I lower them along with the boxer; he does the same with me, and when we are both naked, we enter into the tub, facing each other. We relax both in contact with the hot water, that loosens our tense muscles. I look at Bucky, and only now I notice a tinge of sadness in his face; I was so glad to see him again, I didn’t ask him how was your mission. When I ask him, with a sad look tries to divert the issue. If he doesn’t want to talk, it means that something went wrong. I get close to him, and sat down on his legs, I obliged him to look at me.

“What’s wrong, Buck?”

He swallows, and then look at me; he touches my cheek with his metal arm, and a sad smile appears on his face.

“Why me?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Why did you choose me? Why are you with me?”

I remain surprised by his words; I thought he knew why I’m with him. We talked about it a lot of times.

“Because I love you, Bucky.”

“Are you sure?”

I feel the tears fill my eyes, and I am speechless. Why he thinks I don’t love him?

“Bucky what happened during the mission?”

Bucky continues to look helpless, and after a while he sighs, and looks down.

“We saved the civilians by.. a bomb, I think. And when at last they were safe, people have approached us to thank us. They were so happy to see Captain America and Iron Man. But when they saw me.. I think they were afraid. I know it’s a stupid thing, but.. I’m not a hero, Y/n. Steve and Tony are. I’m just a horrible experiment, which kill.. ”

Bucky doesn’t finish the sentence because of me. My lips are placed on his, and I kiss him hard; my tongue makes contact with his, and my teeth biting his bottom lip, making him moan. I feel his erection touching my leg, but I try not to pay attention; I just want him to understand that I didn’t need a hero.

I’m not looking for somebody

With some superhuman gifts

Some superhero

Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to

Somebody I can kiss

We finish the kiss, but my lips brush even those of Bucky, while his arms leaning on my waist. I look into his eyes, trying not to cry.

“Those people are idiots, they don’t know what they missed. If they got to you, they would know that you are a wonderful, sweet, kind, and selfless. I love you, Bucky.”

“I was a monster before.” Bucky says, the trembling voice. Tears streaming down his face, and I push off with the thumbs. I put my lips on his again, then on the cheeks, then on the eyes, then on the forehead; I wrap my arms around his neck and I hug him.

“It wasn’t your fault. You were under the control of HYDRA, but now you are free. You have your life again, you have your best friend, and other friends who love you. You have me. I don’t need a superhero.”

I’m not looking for somebody

With some superhuman gifts

Some superhero

Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to

Somebody I can miss

The Bucky’s metal arm is laying on my back, massaging it up and down.

My eyes met his, and he slings on my lips, and kisses me. I put my hands cupped over his face, and I closer and closer to me; my body in contact with his drives me crazy, and makes the same effect on Bucky. He begins to torture the hollow’s neck, then the collarbone, up to fall on my breasts; he leaves me deep marks, making me moan. His erection pushes more towards me, and I just want to feel him inside of me, to make him feel how much I love him.

"Bucky...”

“I know doll, I know...”

Bucky pushes me away from him on the other side of the tub, and ranks on me; our movements they drop the water on the floor, but none of us matter at this time. My hands are on his shoulders, while he brushes my entry without preamble, and in a moment his cock inside me. I yell, while Bucky fills me more and more; he begins to push, and I cling closer to him, my legs around his waist. Our skin slamming against each other, and the water that moves around our bodies, it causes weird sounds.

“I love you, Y/n.”

My eyes met his, and Bucky pushes more and more inside of me. I arch my back, and I try to still get closer to him.

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you so much...”

It’s true. I love him. Despite the things that he did, in spite of the horrors he lived, I love him. I feel my body tremble, and then I come, continuing to repeat his name, and that I love him. Bucky groans, and with one final push he comes too. I don’t care if for the others he’s not a superhero; I don’t love the Winter Soldier. I love Bucky Barnes.

Oh I want something just like this

Oh I want something just like this

After our intimate moment, and putting in order the bathroom, me and Bucky we put in the kitchen to cook something. We laughed and joked, and almost burned the kitchen. Now we’re both lying on the couch, me in his arms, with the TV on. Bucky caresses my hair, and suddenly I feel him smile.

“You know you’re beautiful with this shirt on?”

I smile, realizing that the shirt is talking about is his. I lifted my face to look at him, and my eyes meet his.

“I have to thank the owner of the shirt.”

His lips brush my temple, and I feel a shiver down my spine; it always happens when he touches me.

“Now you know.” I say suddenly, losing myself in his grey eyes. He furrows his eyebrows, not understanding what I’m talking about.

“That I’m with you for who you are, not for what you do.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

“And I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

Oh I want something just like this

Oh I want something just like this

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Soulmate (Dr. Strange x reader x Bucky)

It should be a thousand more fics better than this about Stephen Strange.

This is mostly fluff, not English speaker sorry for the mistakes!! Hope you like it

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You’re an Avenger, you live in the Avengers tower in NY and had a major crush on one of your teammates: Bucky Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier. A couple years ago you thought you had a crush on Captain America and then he broke your heart dating the damn Sharon ‘miss perfect Peggy’s niece’ Carter. Resuming you are quite propense to crush the hot guys who work and live with you (who wouldn’t huh??).

That night you were not in your best mood but somehow Nat convinced you to go to that fancy club to clear your mind and maybe flirt a little with a certain metal armmed soldier.

The night was going pretty good…until the fucking blonde, when you take the decision to finally talk with Buck and tell him about your crush, a blonde hot girl went directly to Barnes and started to dance or better said push her butt against the super soldier lowest part… to say it really broke your heart was an understatement, Steve did hurt you but this..really destroy your heart in a million tiny pieces.

Nat tried to stop you but you left the club like a exasperation not bothering on saying goodbye to any of your friends, you just wanted to go out, breathe some fresh air and cry a river.

And that’s what you’re doing, walking with non sense in NY streets and crying so much that you don’t even see where your steps are taking you, until something makes you stop in your tracks, you can’t explain it, it’s nothing in particular just a normal NY building but you have a strong feeling you have to stop just at that point. Without even thinking about it you sit down on the street floor with your back resting in the building wall and let all the pain in your heart flow from your eyes.

Suddenly something traps you from your back, like if the wall was swallowing you and you pass out from the strong feeling.

When you open your eyes again you don’t know where are you or how many time has passed, the only thing you know is that you’ve never felt so comfortable in your whole life, you feel hugged, loved, cared, a completely new sensation for you and see yourself inside something red, some kind of wrapping like a super soft blanket or a cloack.

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In another room Dr. Stephen Strange was driving himself crazy looking for something.. his damn cloack wasn’t anywhere around and he needed it to come back to Tamar Kaj from the NY Sanctorum. This time his visit to NY was a peaceful one, he finally met his ex girlfriend Dr. Palmer to finally ask her forgive for how he had treated her during their relationship and tell her he only sees her as a friend, his love, or what he thought it was love, it had vanished and caring was the only feeling he had for her now, just as simple friends, not even like closer ones. She told him she was happy with her new boyfriend and they were going to get married, which in some way made Stephen relieved and happy for her. But now he is really piss off looking for the damn cloack. When he enters the only room left to look for, he finally finds the relic and he discovers his cloack is protecting something or better said someone inside.

You try to stand up from your position into the cloack but you fall with your face on the floor when you hear Stephen’s voice.

“What the hell is that!?? Now you are kidnapping beautiful ladies??” Stephen says. “eh… umm…. I’m sorry Sir, I’m not sure what you’re talking about ” you answer blushing a little because of his 'beautiful’ reference. “No, sorry…. God, I’m sorry, I was not talking to you miss” he says “I didn’t mean to scare you, are you OK? ”. “Yes, thanks, but…then who did you talked to? ” you said with a warm smile on your lips. “It’s a long story, my name is Stephen by the way, Doctor Stephen Strange” he says. “Oh, mine is Y/N, although you maybe heard it on TV, I’m kinda 'famous’” you answer winking an eye to the Doctor, hell yeah, he was tall, hot, with piercing and beautiful blue eyes and a curious yet sexy facial hair, who could blame you for flirting a little with nothing else than a doctor! “I don’t watch TV too much lately, I’m sorry, but could I offer you a tea?” he says “of course, I’d love it, and in the meantime you can explain me what the hell did happen to me tonight ” you said, letting him clear that all the cloack and the crossing walls matter wasn’t something easy to forget .

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The sun was rising when you still were talking to Stephen, there was so much to talk!! he told you about his accident, about magic and his new charge as Supreme Sorcerer what you almost didn’t believe (if it wasn’t for the portal he opened to show you the Eiffel Tower from inside!). You told him about your Avenging world, your missions and your teammates, you have never ever feel so comfortable in anyone company and he seemed to enjoy it too.

“It seems is pretty late ” you say “Or pretty soon” he answers winking an eye to you. “I’ve got to leave, Nat must be really worried and Tony sure is about to put his suit to find me! ” after listening Stephen’s stories I supposed he must have meet Tony in any of his fancy parties, so I was desireing coming back home to ask him his opinion about the Sorcerer. “oh… sure, OK, so…. Y/N, maybe would you go on a date with this trembling handed man? ” he tells you with a wide smile. “yeah, sure, this Saturday Tony is giving one of his boring parties, maybe if you come with me won’t be so boring.. ” you answer in your most flirting and sexy tone. “it’s a date” he says and opens a portal directly to your room at the tower, OMG, that was really hot, into your room!! How did he…? OK, two more days until Saturday, you’ll have to wait to ask.

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I’m planning a second part with the events at the party and a huge amount of Bucky jealousy and even Steve’s. What do you think???