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[sarahowritesostucky]

I'm Writing Happy Little Family tonight. I'll be including various imagery in this fic, and Bucky won't look the same in every picture. Just choose the version you like best to imagine, I guess!

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It's like waking up from surgery. The smell of professionally scented, circulating air hits you first, and then a gradually increasing sense of awareness. You think you're somewhere very bright, but the more you blink your eyes, the more the brightness fades and your vision comes into focus. And ... there he is, sipping a crystal glass and looking like he's been waiting for you.

"Well hello there, sleepyhead. Welcome back."

You move your dry tongue in your mouth, trying to remember what happened. And then it hits you in waves, each one more devastating than the last:

James: He found you.

June: she's not there.

"How're you feeling, Hon?"

Windows, cabin: Shit, you're already on a plane.

"Steve. Set her down and get our girl a glass of water, will you?"

"Sure thing, boss."

And then the worst one of all. You look over and see the Winter fucking Soldier holding your baby:

They've got June.

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[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Welcome Home, Soldier.

Buck returns from the war after three years deployment (minus a limb) to a waiting fiancé and a long overdue reunion. CW: All the smut. Basically PWP. Prompts filled; ‘Sex in Uniform’, “Kneel”, and ‘4am Sandwiches’ – Bug’s First Bingo; ‘First Kiss of the Year’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); “That’s It, Sweetheart” and “You’re So Beautiful” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition).

Available below or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. Banner by me! Enjoy!

My fingers tightened around the strap of my holdall, palm sweating nervously as I headed up the dirt path to my front door.

It’d been three years since I’d seen the place, but it still looked more or less the same – the passage of time was marked only by the paint beginning to peel around the edge of the windows, and the flowers bloomed by the door in a vibrant burst of colour. I’d had dreams about coming home, finally breathing in the country air once more, but it felt better than I ever could have imagined, inhaling the scents of grass and pollen with a contented sigh.

But it wasn’t the house, or the countryside, that had my heart racing.

No… It was the love of my life waiting unexpectantly on the other side of the door that’d had me travelling for two days straight, plane and train and bus and my own two feet getting me closer to this moment with every passing second.

My boots felt heavy on my feet as I crept up the steps onto the porch, and I hesitated only briefly before toeing them off, standing in my socks with a soft smile. They’d no idea I was coming back early – despite my desire to tell them, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the shocked delight on their face when I turned up out of the blue.

I shifted my holdall higher on my shoulder, smoothing my shirt and straightening my hat before reaching for the door handle.

If I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a million times to lock the front door…

I wouldn’t be complaining, though. I’d put down my holdall in the hall, padding silently through the little-changed space, following the sound of a quiet, lyrical voice at the rear of the house.

They were stood with their back to me, singing quietly to themselves as they washed the dishes.

I couldn’t help but pause for a moment, lost in their voice and finally seeing them again, at long last. Soon enough, however, my body propelled me forward of its own volition. I knew they’d be startled, but I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out for them, my arm sliding around their waist to pull them quickly to my chest.

“Hey, babylove,” I purred as they went to jerk away automatically, holding them fast. “Did you miss me?”

They froze under my grasp, stunned motionless by my embrace, no sign of comprehension showing several heartbeats until my lips brushed their cheek worriedly. “…Is this real?” they breathed, leaning against my chest uncertainly, their heart hammering noticeably.

I couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing them a little more tightly. “Real as anything. I’m home sweetheart.”

A choked sob echoed around the space, reverberating against the tiled splashback as they whipped around, arms quickly finding my neck to cling at me desperately. “Buck… Baby… You’re home. You’re home, you’re home, you’re home!”

I grasped them just as tightly, fingers clenched in the back of their shirt. “I’m here, my love. I’m here, and I’m never going anywhere again, do you hear me?” Tears spilled over my cheeks unrestrained and salted their hair, but I didn’t have the capacity or concern to attempt to stem the flow, occupied as I was by hungrily inhaling the scent of them, eyes closed with bliss.

They nodded frantically against my chest, sobbing openly, nails clenched into my skin as soapy water dripped down the back of my shirt. Then finally, finally, their lips found mine, whimpering their joy into our embrace, not drawing back until both of our lungs burned with the effort. It was only then, in the brief moment they backed away to pant for breath, that their eyes strayed to my pinned sleeve, a pained grimace crossing their features. “… Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as the thought that I might never see you again,” I replied honestly, cupping their cheek in my remaining hand. It was all I’d managed to think as I’d lain bleeding and stunned, flat on my back under a foreign sky; it wasn’t fears of the afterlife or facing a vengeful God that plagued me, but only the notion of never again gazing into captivating mahogany eyes. I’d seen those eyes full of wonder, fear, amusement, incredulity, and love – and I was far from willing to give that up yet.

They smiled softly, that gaze lighting up as expected, and I sighed tenderly, placing a gentle kiss to their cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, momentarily distracted from the gravity of their taking in my mutilation. “… I’m sorry I couldn’t come back as the man you agreed to marry. I know it’s not-”

I was cut off by their mouth meeting mine firmly, one hand tightening possessively against my ribs. “You’re so beautiful,” they attested, their voice quiet but strong, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. I couldn’t help the flutter of anxiety in my chest, but their eyes met mine in the same way as always, full of lust and desire. A soft growl built in my throat, and I pressed myself closer, the small of their back meeting the counter behind them as they whimpered through their teeth.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve kissed you this year,” they breathed, and I chuckled as they pushed my hat from my head, running a hand through my fair – fast outgrowing its regulation short-crop after my time on the front, and the subsequent weeks bundled up in a hospital since my body was ripped open by a German grenade.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, I expect,” I purred as I trailed my lips along their neck, earning a sharp gasp as my teeth closed lightly over their pulse.

“Oh, God…” they sighed, head tipping back obediently to offer more of their throat to my mercy, hand moving automatically to push the jacket from my shoulders. My mouth moved harder on their skin, distracting myself with the taste of them as the heavy material slid free of my one remaining arm. They simply winced sympathetically at the hemmed sleep, fingertips gently skirting my collarbone before moving to my tie.

I caught their hands with my own, smirking softly, one eyebrow raised. “So very needy, little one…” I chuckled, making them blush and shrug.

“It’s been a long time,” they replied simply. “… Sergeant.”

With a groan punctuating the fracturing of my already tentative resolve, my fingers knotted in their hair to press my lips briefly, hungrily, to theirs, before drawing back to meet their eyes, filled once more with a lust I hadn’t felt the entire time I was gone. “Kneel.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the speed with which they dropped, their eyes blown wide with lust as they gazed up at me. I nodded my appreciation of their immediate return to submission – by my own reaffirmation of the dominant of the two of us was quickly stifled as I fumbled with my belt, heat rising shamefully in my cheeks at my inability. Their hands found mine, eyes soft, offering me a gentle smile of reassurance as they took over, humiliation curling in my stomach. “Hey,” they murmured, leaning forward to press a tender kiss over my hipbone, nuzzling affectionately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Soldier. Always.”

My blush faded a little, and I nodded, my fingers moving to curl in their hair instead, eyes closing as I let them take control. The air was chilly on my exposed thighs, and I shivered minutely, earning a soft chuckle and a reassuring rub of my skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured as my head fell back, only to jerk back forward as gentle kisses were pressed to the straining in my shorts, lids snapping open to take in their blissful expression as their fingers curled in my waistband.

“I’ve missed you too…” they breathed, and I trembled in anticipation as my underwear was lowered, lost in the expression in their eyes as they took in my leaking cock, aching and bobbing with need before them. “I’ve missed this cock…”

“Prove it,” I growled softly, tugging gently on their hair. “I’ve missed that pretty mouth wrapped around me; it’s been so long since I-”

My words died with a deafening groan as they obliged eagerly, licking and sucking at my tip with wanton desire, an unwavering flow of whimpers and whines vibrating their tongue against my length. I hissed between my teeth, fingers tightening as I pressed deeper, feeling the resistance of the back of their throat only briefly before they swallowed around me, my cock sliding deeper as I moaned breathlessly. “Fuck- That’s it, Sweetheart. Just like that… You still remember how to suck cock like a pro, damn…” They whined and nodded as best they could, eyes flicking up to meet mine adoringly, and I purred at the sight of them with their lips spread wide and pupils blown with lust. “I hope you haven’t been practicing while I’ve been gone, angel.”

Their head shook frantically, drawing back in their need to reply. “Never. Not ever. All yours, Sergeant…” I shuddered as they took me again, the years apart making my cock twitch and balls tighten already.

“Fuck- I can’t, baby… I can’t h-hold on, it’s been too long, you’re too g-good…” I stammered, hand hard as I rutted shamelessly into their throat, drawing back only far enough to let them suck in a desperate breath before burying myself once more. For their part, they moved with my thrusts, just as eager for my release as I was, their fingers tight on my hips as they dragged me harder against them, mewling around me eagerly, thighs pressed together. With little warning and a groan of resignation, I plunged myself deeply between their lips, back arching as I found a breathless climax, whimpering at the feeling of their throat clenching repeatedly around me as they swallowed hungrily.

By the time I relaxed, they were licking every drop from my length, nails digging into my skin euphorically and leaving me a shivering, whimpering mess. I drew back slowly, the both of us panting, and leant down to kiss them lightly, moaning at the taste of myself on their lips. “Holy… Fuck… God, that was so good…”

They kissed me back eagerly, shifting from their knees to press themselves against my chest, arms snaking around my neck. “I’ve missed you so much…”

With a soft smile, I kissed them once more, pressing them back against the counter until they hopped up eagerly, legs parting automatically to let me stand between them. My hand instinctively found the front of their shorts, eliciting a gentle moan and a flicker of their lashes. “Shorts off, sweetheart… I’ve missed that pussy.”

They obliged quickly, wriggling desperately against me to shed the inconvenient layer, pressing closer when only their underwear sat between us. My fingers ran over the cotton, and they sighed happily as I groaned. “Look how wet you get, angel… I bet you’ve spent so much time with your hand between your legs, just waiting for me to come home and fuck you…”

With a desperate nod, they rutted against my touch, back arching, one hand fisting at my shirt. “Yes- God, so much… Nothing would ever compare to you, though… I spent so much time begging for my soldier’s big, thick cock to stretch me out again…”

My breath caught in my throat, and I kissed them harder, fingers curling in their underwear and jerking, rough and fast, the material shredding under the force and earning me a sharp gasp and a groan of delight for my efforts. Hand snaking lower, I buried my face in their neck as my fingertips brushed against them, letting out a quiet huff of air as my eyes closed in delight. “So fucking wet, baby. Look how needy you are… Just aching to be stuffed, hm?”

They nodded frantically as I slid two fingers into their slick pussy, eliciting a soft sob of pleasure as they squirmed around me. “I’ve needed you so much, fuck…” they panted, tugging me closer with grasping hands. “Nothing feels as good as you.”

“I bet you tried though, didn’t you?” I purred, trailing gentle kisses down their neck as I worked them open. “I bet you tried so many things in this tight pussy, looking for anything that can make you feel as good as I can…” They nodded again, nails scoring against my skin and making me shiver. “But nothing treats you as well as I do, hm?”

They shook their head, tears spilling from their eyes in utter delight. “Not a damn thing, god-” they gasped and dragged themselves closer with ankles pressed frantically to the back of my thighs, writhing with need. “Fuck me, Sergeant. Please, please just- just fuck me…”

My hand drew back and made them whine, legs parting further in a frantic attempt to press themselves nearer, and I smirked, eyes lowering to the dripping pussy rutting toward me. “Considering you beg so nicely…” I murmured, trailing the tip of my cock over their soaked slit as I stroked myself languidly, waiting for the last few seconds of my refractory period to pass – I wanted myself hard and aching when I was finally inside them again. They squirmed against me and I sunk inside them with a contented sigh, relishing in the sharp gasp as they extended around me.

“Fu-fuck, God – I forgot how big you are, James…” they panted raggedly, clawing at my shirt and the skin beneath as their walls stretched to capacity. I took it slowly for fear of hurting them, but the heels on my thighs pulled me nearer until I was sheathed and trembling, my hand knotting in their hair to kiss them deeply.

“I’m home, baby,” I breathed, hips moving slowly, dissolving into the feeling of their vice-like grip around my length and their frantic, needy breath against my jaw. They could only nod, moving in time with each thrust, whining and squirming desperately. “I’m home and I am never- leaving- again.” I punctuated each word with a quick snap of my hips, relishing in the way their body jerked under my strength as they cried out with pleasure.

“Please! Please, S-Sergeant, please- fuck me harder, I’ve missed you so much, I n-need you, I-”

The end of their pleas cut off sharply into a deafening wail as I acquiesced to their request, hand shifting to their hip to pin them to the counter as I took them roughly. The sound of my skin meeting theirs and the wetness between us incensed me, teeth brushing against the soft flesh of their throat. “So fucking tight,” I growled, my fingertips pressed painfully against their hipbone to anchor them still. “So fucking wet…”

I hesitated only briefly as I realised my own limitations once more, but they simply met my eyes with their sweet mahogany gaze, lips parted in ecstasy. “Please- please, Sergeant Barnes, can I touch my pussy while you fuck me? It feels so good, I don’t know if I can help myself…”

Groaning, I kissed them again, grateful for their anticipation of my needs, nipping gently at their lip. “You’d better, sweetheart… Make yourself come for me, angel. I’ve missed this tight pussy quivering so very desperately around me, making me all soaked and messy…” I redoubled my efforts as they obliged, pounding into them as they moaned, fingers moving quickly against their clit as their free hand grasped at the back of my neck to arch themselves closer to me,

“God- yes, Bucky- Sergeant Barnes, please- please, you’re going to- I’m going to-”

“That’s it, baby,” I snarled, nails digging in as I met their trembling pussy with a bruising pace. “That’s it. You come for me, and I’ll fill up this pretty cunt, just how you like.”

At my growled words, they cried out, body shaking furiously as they convulsed around me, making me groan at the gush of wetness squeezed around my length and the fingers dragging at my hair. The feeling of them finding their release on my cock drove me over the edge, and I hissed their name as I found my own climax, leaning back to appreciate the sight of our mingled essence dripping from their stuffed hole.

Exhausted, tender, and slick with sweat and bodily fluids, I chugged a glass of water breathlessly, standing naked in the starlight shimmering through the kitchen window in the early hours of the morning. As soon as I’d been able to see straight, I’d carried them through to the bedroom, part-softened cock still buried as deeply as I could get inside them. We’d fucked and cuddled until the sun set – and long after – until my growling stomach drove me from the bed as they dozed, absently making a sandwich as I lost myself in the memories of them screaming my name.

I leant against the doorframe with a pair of plates, watching them quietly for a moment. The sheet was resting around their hips, and my gaze trailed their bare spine, skirting the dark curls at the nape of their neck and the eyelashes resting gently on their sleep-flushed cheeks.

I’m home.

I’m finally home.

[scottxlogan]

This story was written for the @buckybarnesbingo, @tonystarkbingo, @marvelrarepairbingo​ and @winterironevents​

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Alpine the Cat (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Family Fluff, Team as Family, Family Feels, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Flirting, Avengers Movie Night, Implied/Referenced Sex, Team Bonding, Minor Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Minor Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts, Minor Loki/Steve Rogers, Minor Happy Hogan/Aunt May Parker, Innuendo, Tony Stark Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

  Summary:  After surviving the war against Thanos, Tony reflects on how the last year of his life has given him a new beginning and hope for something wonderful with his family and the team on a night away from the missions and the chaos. Movie night always brings so many possibilities of togetherness especially with Bucky at Tony's side.

[bisamwilson]

Sam stands at his bathroom sink, splashing water on his face to rid his eyes of leftover slumber, and looks up into the mirror.

Every day, he finds himself older than he ever remembers getting.

Flecks of gray sprinkle his goatee, a leftover look reminiscent of his golden years, and a small roll of his tummy peeks out over the elastic of his briefs.

He stretches out his neck and his back, the cracking noises louder every day, and rubs at the spot beneath his shoulder that always seems just a little sore these days. It’s not enough to stop him from going on his morning run—even if it is more of a fast walk/jog these days on account of his poor knees—but it is enough to make him a little more careful when he stretches.

Strong hands take over the kneading at his shoulder, and Sam relaxes into his husband’s touch, groaning when he thumbs over a problem spot just right. His eyes close for just a moment, appreciating the fact that Bucky knows his body just as well as he does, before he opens them and studies Bucky’s face in the mirror.

Bucky’ll never show his true age, sure, but the weight of the years has run down his face all the same, if at a slower pace than it would anyone else’s. There’s a bit of silver in his short beard to match with Sam’s own, bits of hair near his ears that gleam against the rest.

He wonders how many of the smile lines on Bucky’s face are because of him.

finish on ao3 (M, 1k, fluff, complete)

(written for @winterfalconevents bingo square K4: not until i say so)

[sterekbros]

sledding (842 words) by Winchesterek Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Snow, Winter, Sledding, Snow Angels, Fluff, Family Fluff, Family, Slice of Life, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Derek Hale is a Softie, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Stiles, Derek, and Eli go sledding. For Events @sterekfests Winter Wonderland, @sterekbingo square family (Christmas), and @seasonaldelightsbingo square snow angels.

Stiles screamed as he held on tightly, the cardboard curling in his hands the quicker it slid down the snowy hill. Elijah bounced in his lap as the cardboard felt like a rocket, shooting them toward a snow hill. Stiles moved an arm to wrap around Elijah as Elijah held onto the cardboard and then they crashed into the snow.

He fell back, Elijah rolling with laughter on top of him. “Let’s do it again, Daddy!”

Stiles’ lungs hurt. “I think you should do it with your Dad. Ava’s too small so she can't slide down the hills with us yet and I need to feed her.”

“Awwww, man.” Elijah pouted and sighed, but then he smiled, as if there was nothing that could ruin his mood. “Okay! And when Ava is big enough, she can slide down with me!”

“She sure can!” Stiles rubbed his hands up and down Elijah’s back as he sat up, Elijah clinging to him. He stood up with his five-year-old monkey-son and grabbed the beaten cardboard.

Stiles walked toward Derek and Elijah promptly dropped off of him and ran to his father.

“Did you see us?!” he shouted excitedly.

“I did. You went so fast!” Derek replied, jiggling Ava in his arms. Stiles dropped the cardboard next to them and held his arms out for Ava, and Derek put their daughter into his arms.

“Hey baby girl,” Stiles said to her and she gurgled up at him. He smiled and nuzzled against her cheek, which made her squeal with excitement and wiggle her arms out of her blankets. “No, no. It’s so cold out here. Even if you are a baby werewolf.”

“Let’s go again!” Elijah grabbed Derek’s hand and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright. Grab the cardboard and give me a few seconds. I’ll meet you up at the top of the hill. Okay, kiddo?” Derek walked with Eli until he grabbed the beaten-up cardboard and they watched as Eli ran up the snowy hill.

“So. I’m glad you survived your crash with the snow hill,” Derek said softly as he wrapped his arms around Stiles and Ava. He chuckled and kissed Stiles gently, then nuzzled into his neck and breathed deeply.

It sent warmth through Stiles all over, even as Ava squeaked as she was squeezed between her parents. “Well, I’m more durable than you or anyone else thinks. You know, being an Omega we have to be since we give birth and all that.”

“You’ve got a point,” Derek replied and brushed his nose against Stiles’. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’ve given us two children—” Derek leaned back just enough to move his hand down to Stiles’ nearly flat belly. “And we have another one on the way.”

Stiles grinned and thought about the family they were growing. He knew that Ava was only about six months old, but Stiles was excited about his recent pregnancy results. He’d told Derek that he wanted to try every time he went into heat and they were more than ecstatic when his results came back positive.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Stiles asked as he cradled Ava to his chest, pulling her blanket around her.

“Either is fine with me,” Derek replied. “You know that.”

“I know… I just wanted to know if I should be buying more boy or girl clothes. And if I should be making up the new nursery.” Stiles knew they didn't care if they had a boy or girl and they’d love their child either way, but Stiles also liked the idea of giving Derek more sons to help build the Hale pack up again after their loss.

He wanted the Hale pack to be great like it was during their reign over this territory. Over Derek’s home.

“It’ll all work out,” Derek replied and chuckled. “Maybe we’ll have twins. After all, it runs in my family.”

Stiles laughed softly, the thought of twins both exciting and terrifying him. He imagined how huge he’d get with two babies in him and how he’d have to care for Ava while pregnant with twins.

“Daddy!” Elijah shouted from the top of the hill.

“Our son awaits,” Derek teased and kissed Stiles again. “We’ll be right back. Probably crashing into a snow hill too.”

“We’ll be here waiting.” Stiles watched as Derek hurried up the hill to join Elijah. He situated them on the cardboard just like he and Elijah had been earlier and then they were screaming as it hurtled them toward the snow hill.

When they crashed, there was nothing but laughter and flailing until Derek and Elijah were lying in the snow making snow angels.

It might have been chilly out, but the day was perfect and Stiles knew that Christmas would be special this year, especially because it would be Ava’s first Christmas and Elijah’s first as a big brother.

And within six months their pack would grow. Stiles pressed a hang against his belly, hopeful for the best of both worlds.

[holylulusworld]

Christmas Sweater

Summary: It’s the ugly Chrismas sweater time.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Square 9 filled for: @ultimatechrisbingo: Miscarriage

Square 20 filled for: Lulu’s X-Mas Bingo: Christmas Sweater

Square 16 filled for: Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Sweater

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past miscarriage (no description), hurt & comfort, fluff

Words: 700+

Cute divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​

Lyrics by Michael Bublè (The Christmas sweater)

Ah, put your Christmas sweater on, it's got to be done.

The uglier, the better, hun, don't be the only one.

Ransom rolls his eyes as you wave the ugliest Christmas sweater he ever laid eyes on in front of his face.

“Over my dead body,” he huffs. “I won’t wear this ugly piece of wool.”

“But…” you whine. “I’m wearing a matching one. Look,” you drop the sweater to reveal you are wearing the same ugly Christmas sweater. 

Ransom steps closer. He lowers himself to glance at your chest and to get a better look at the sweater. A huge snowman is on the sweater, he’s wearing a blue hat, and a red scarf and its nose is glowing.

“Wait, that thing is blinking,” Ransom chuckles. “Baby, no way you’ll get me to wear it.”

“Fine. No matching sweaters for Christmas then,” you crouch down to pick up the sweater you bought for Ransom up. “I’ll wear mine to your grandfather’s Christmas party. You cannot stop me.”

“You want to wear it at the party?” he gasps. Usually, you would wear a dress making him lose control. 

“It doesn’t matter what I’ll be wearing, Ransom. Your family will find a reason to nag about my outfit,” you shrug. “This year I’ll give a shit about their opinion and will be wearing what I want.”

“An ugly Christmas sweater.”

“Yes, an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans,” you press the sweater to your chest. “If you want to wear a boring suit and your favorite scarf again, go ahead…”

“Baby?” Ransom softly says. He heard you cry in the showers and is worried about you once again. He knocks at the bathroom door, giving you time. “Can I come in?”

“O-kay,” you sniffle as he silently opens the door. “I didn’t want to worry you. It’s just…”

“I know,” he closes the distance between the two of you with three long strides. Ransom kicks his shoes off before he steps under the spray to wrap you in his arms. 

“I would be seven months pregnant now. My belly would be heavily swollen,” you hide your face in Ransom’s chest, crying even harder. “I wanted to feel them kick.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out a sob. He presses a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t your fault, you know that.”

“Why do I feel guilty then? I wanted to go to the party. It’s my fault I slipped and—” your voice cracks. “I lost our baby.”

“No-no,” he assures you. “Don’t go there, baby girl. You heard what the doctor said. They said it would’ve happened either way. It’s not your fault.”

You silently cry for a while. Ransom just holds you. He gives you time to calm.

“Your clothes are wet,” you huff against Ransom when you finally stopped crying. “Maybe we should leave the shower.”

“We will stay as long as you want to, Y/N. I don’t care about wet clothes, or anything else. Only you. I only care about you.”

“I know. Can we go to the bedroom and just…cuddle? I don’t want to let go of you.”

“I’ll take good care of you, Y/N,” Ransom helps you get out of the showers. He wraps you into a fluffy towel, ignoring his soaked clothes. 

He walks you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, helps you lie down, and covers you with a warm blanket before he strips his wet clothes off.

“Give me a minute. I’ll be right there for you…”

Sometimes it frightens you that Ransom only cares for you. He often says he’ll burn the world for you – and you believe him.

You just wish he’ll care for himself a little more. 

After you experienced the miscarriage he stayed up all night to take care of you. He didn’t sleep, eat, or even shower. All Ransom had in mind was to make sure you know he’s there and that you’ll always have him by your side.

“How do you feel?” Ransom softly asks. “Baby girl?”

“Better. I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just…Christmas is close, and I got a little nostalgic,” you sniff. 

“You have all the right to get nostalgic. If you need me, I’ll be there, Y/N. Always,” he holds you a little tighter tonight. “I’ll be wearing the sweater for you too. I’m sorry for being an insensitive asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you run your hand over his chest to calm Ransom. “I get that you didn’t want to wear the ugly sweater.”

“It’s a crime against fashion but I’ll wear it, baby girl,” he chuckles. “We will look so good in matching clothes at my grandfather’s party. We will rock it.”

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[im-95-not-dead]

Everybody Needs Somebody on ao3

Pairing: Clint Barton & Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: T

Event: @buckybarnesevents Build A Bucky Bingo 2023 || April prompt: gradually moving in together

Tags: canon, Fraction-inspired Clint, mostly wholesome, Clint and Bucky have issues, roommates, platonic winterhawk, Lucky the pizza dog

Summary:

“He… lives with you. Since when?” Natasha asked.

Clint shrugged. “Dunno. Couple weeks or so, maybe more.”

Part 4 of Build A Bucky Bingo 2023

[Feb/Mar are still in progress]

[andrea1717]

I finally posted a new story!

It's my first story for my very first Stucky Bingo.

@stuckybingo Round 4 | Card R4089 | Square I 1 - Bucky's Notebook/Journal

Read here

[stuckyversebingo]

Tattooed Hearts by Alaskan_Outsider.

It's my favorite because I like the different uses of soulmate trope. I haven't seen much with the matching tattoo designs, and I thought it was really cute, and it was hilarious Bucky's butt tattoo. I just really fell in love with the fic right away, and I couldn't stop reading it, and I just hope that other people enjoy it too ❤��

Move over, Cinderella, and take your glass slippers with you. Steve doesn't need them to find his true love when he has butt tattoos!

Thank you for reccing this, anon. It sounds fantastic! xD

Tattooed Heart (75239 words) by Alaskan_Outsider Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Jim Morita, James Montgomery Falsworth, Gabe Jones, Jacques Dernier, The Howlies - Character, The Avengers - Character, Pepper Potts, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Original Characters Additional Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks, Shrunkyclunks Big Bang 2021, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Comic Book Science, Tattooed Bucky Barnes, Tattooed Steve Rogers, The Avengers live in Stark Tower, Captain America Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Scientist Bucky, Intern Bucky, Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Environmental Scientist Bucky, Meet-Cute, Bucky is a mess, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan Is a Good Bro, The Howlies are a family, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Tony Stark Is a Good Bro, Comic Book Violence, Deaf Clint Barton, Comic Book Clint, POV Bucky Barnes, POV Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, NSFW Art, Explicit Sexual Content, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Pet Names, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Kidnapping, Enthusiastic Consent, Clint likes the vents, Crawling through tight spaces, Betrayal, Self-Harm, but it's only a paragraph and it's very minor, also with good reason, Rescue, BAMF Bucky Barnes, Embedded Images, Art Summary:

When Steve wakes from the ice he's disoriented and panicked. The Tattoo on his right arm of a blue star only confuses him further. As time goes on, he becomes too busy with adapting to the 21st century and aliens to care about the mysterious tattoo. That is until a second one appears.

After losing his left arm in an accident on a research expedition in his final year of college, Bucky enrolls into the Stark Industries Experimental Prosthetics Program and is fitted with a metal arm that brandishes a red star. His buddy Gabe works in a tattoo shop and likes to use Bucky as his practice canvas. After Bucky got the metal arm, Gabe thinks it would be funny to have a matching blue star inked onto Bucky's right arm.

While performing a check up on Bucky's arm, Tony notices Bucky's tattoos match the ones that have been mysteriously appearing on Steve's skin and makes the connection.When Bucky gets a tattoo it appears in the exact same place on Steve's body. The two are connected. The question is: How and Why?

[yszarin]

Hi! I just came across one of your fics and really enjoyed it. Saw you prompt list meme, and I hope you don't mind me plopping in a prompt here. Please ignore me if you do. :) I'd love to see nr. 18 (“I don’t like the way they look at you.”) for Jamie Winter (or WinterNelson).

hello! thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic! <3 always open for prompts, just also a bit slow - hope this is okay!

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They have every opportunity for regret, and take none. Nelson sees no faces tilted up, trying to pick out the flat’s window from street level. No last glance through a rain-flecked windscreen. No farewell flash of lights. They just drive off into the low cloud of the early evening, gunmetal car gleaming amidst Causton’s muted, drizzle-gentled tones. Might as well have been a pair of high-flyers leaving a moderately successful business meeting.

Nelson hadn’t really expected anything more. He’s not at the window because he’d been waiting to wave back. Watching them go, yes, but in the way a sheepdog waits for a wolf to vanish beyond the treeline; seeing, being sure that they’re out of Winter’s life again.

That done, he glances down into his glass, swirling it so that the last of the wine dances with reflections. A dust mote, caught against the deep ruby of the surface, sits steady as the hand of a spun compass.

“I don’t think they like me very much,” he says.

On the other side of the flat, Winter looks up from the sink, considering Nelson over one shoulder. Still just as quiet, his expression just as empty as it had been all through lunch.

“Parents usually love me,” Nelson adds, straightening, pushing himself away from the window. He paces past the table, setting the glass down with a faint scrape of crystal against hardwood. “I’m told I seem very responsible.”

It takes a moment, as though Winter’s internal systems are lagging so badly that he needs time just to recognise him, but then he smiles, and it’s real. Nothing like the polite, skin-deep efforts that he’d been making all afternoon.

“It’s not personal,” he says, and there’s even a trace of a laugh in it. He turns away from the washing up bowl, flicking excess water from his hands, and reaches for a tea towel. “And you don’t like them much either.”

Nelson stops. He’d meant to make a start on the drying himself, but Winter is already descending on the draining board with a studied intensity that clearly would have been frenzy, if he’d let it.

“I don’t like the way they look at you,” Nelson says, settling against a work surface instead. He hadn’t liked most of it, really – the atmosphere had been so cold, and Winter had carried himself so stiffly, that they might as well have eaten outside, half-frozen in the November wind – but that had been the worst of it. Their polite disinterest. When they’d shaken his hand with all the engagement they might grant a gate across their walking route. A four-hour lunch with only cursory attention paid to their son’s partner, like it didn’t matter to them who he was seeing. They’d looked at Winter, at everything he was and everything he cared for, weighed it and found him wanting. “When they asked about your inspector’s exam–”    

He’d wanted to step in, then. Had let his eyes flick over to Winter, trying to ask, silently, do you want me to defend you? Is that why I’m here? But he’d got nothing back. Winter had just sat there, replied to his parents in a flat, level voice, blank behind it.

Nelson had tried to divert them anyway, throwing out a few questions about their own work, but he’d known by then that he wasn’t saving anything. There had never been any chance at that.

“They’ve always had high expectations,” Winter says, in the same casual tone that he uses to talk about everything that hurts. “I barely saw them growing up. They were always out working. Wanted to send us to the best schools, make sure we had a good start.” He slots a plate back into its place in the cupboard, utterly without force, a stark contrast to the anger that turns in Nelson’s gut like an animal seeking flaws in its cage. “They just wanted more for me than the police, and definitely more than a dead-end job in Midsomer.”

“More than someone like me?” Nelson guesses, but even with all that bitterness in his mouth, none of it’s on his own behalf.

Winter pauses, back at the draining board. His fingers shift away from another plate, reach for a glass instead. He passes Nelson on the way to its cabinet, and lays a brief hand against his arm, the slightest shading of regret across his features.

“I’ve known for a long time that nothing that makes me happy is ever going to be enough for them,” he says, his touch a request that Nelson hears the part he thinks is more important. He does, but the rest of it’s still too sour for him to taste anything else.

“And you’re just all right with that?” Nelson asks. Wasted breath, probably. They wouldn’t be having this conversation if Winter didn’t think he could pretend that everything’s fine.

“I got used to it.” The same sort of thing he’d say about Misomer’s climate. About immutable qualities of the world that cannot be altered, rather than two people who’d apparently never got over the fact that their son didn’t measure success the same way they did, and didn’t bother trying to hide their disappointment. “They do try.”

“Not hard enough.” Nelson curbs a snarl, swallows the urge to snatch the tea towel, take Winter’s hands himself. Whenever this had broken, it had been a long time ago. The bone’s too knitted for sharp edges anymore.

He leaves it.

A few months ago, he remembers, Winter had told the Barnabys about their relationship. They’d talked about it beforehand. Winter had been sure the Barnabys would have no problem with his sexuality. He’d known that they already liked Nelson. And yet, through every conversation they’d had about it, Winter had been tense, nervous despite his efforts to pretend otherwise. Dogged by a fear of something he wouldn’t or couldn’t articulate, right up until he’d finally spoken to them.

Winter had asked him down for this over the phone, voice so level, so resigned, that Nelson had thought there might actually be something wrong with the line, up until he’d heard it the same all through lunch. He’d made no occasion of the introduction.

So, Nelson’s here for him, not them.

He stays where he is, lets himself be the still point, while Winter finishes with the drying up, and then starts to move methodically through the flat, putting everything back the way it had been before his parents had come. Keeps going until it’s all done and the dark’s drawn in around them, and then he just stops. Stands there like a clockwork toy that’s run down.

Nelson steps in before he can feel it.

“Do you want to order in tonight?” he asks, pausing beside him with an off-hand glance at his watch. “There are repeats on until three, and they’re showing the episode where Detective Ostergaard’s trapped in a haunted hotel.”

He’d usually expect a light, good-natured jab about his taste in television, but Winter just nods and smiles, lets Nelson lead him to the sofa and trusts him to order something he’ll like, while he scrolls through the available channels like he doesn’t remember exactly which one he’s looking for.

Winter’s quiet, and he stays that way until so close before the end of the opening credits of their first episode that he might have measured it specifically to stop the conversation from going any further. Or maybe he’d just realised it was his last chance to speak.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, eyes fixed on the screen and flickering with cold reflections.

Nelson exhales, his attention flickering away from Detective Ostergaard’s crime scene, spattered with red that’s slightly the wrong shade. He has nothing he knows how to say, so he just takes Winter’s hand, and raises it to kiss the inside of his wrist, a ghost of lips across his pulse point. Hopes that tells him everything. And then he lets go, brushing his thumb across Winter’s knuckles.

They watch in silence for a moment, Kate’s favourite pathologist spouting nonsense to camera with more conviction than the average person will ever feel, then Winter lets out a dragging breath, like he’s trying to purge every corner of his lungs. He wavers towards Nelson, and Nelson leans in to meet him.  

This is why he’s here, Nelson thinks, as Winter’s head settles onto his shoulder, and he inclines his own so that his cheek rests against Winter’s hair. Crap telly and a takeaway, a weight of warmth, someone who remembers the way back to normal. Just to be there, where he’s needed.

With any luck, it’ll be a long while until Winter’s parents feel obliged to visit again. The food will be here soon, and there’ll be enough spice in it to burn the last of the bitterness off Nelson’s tongue. The wound will scab over again, and Winter’s smiles will look a little less brittle.

For now, this can be good enough.

[drgrlfriend]

Summer Fic Reading Bingo

Fic #7: Sports AU

Sports AUs are not usually my thing, but just in time I became aware of this lovely little Tennis AU fic by @ladyladylady1 that did not disappoint! I feel like even if it's not in the rules, the spirit of this challenge is to help me discover new fic, and not just reread my faves, and let's be honest I probably have Got a Heart in Me, I Swear by @thepartyresponsible memorized by now anyway, but if that one is new to you definitely check it out as well! Love Means Nothing by Ladyladylady

“Mr. Barnes?” Bucky looks up to see one of the organizers at the doorway. “It’s time.”

Bucky wordlessly slings his bag over his shoulder and follows into the hall. He comes face to face with --

“Barton,” he says, voice dripping with disdain.

“Barnes,” comes the reply with equal venom.

“How’s that bum shoulder?” Bucky hears himself poke at Barton. What is it about Barton that brings out his inner asshole?

Or, Bucky and Clint are tennis rivals, and nothing more. Right?

[random-writerings]

What is one thing Connie misses from the 1930's?

There's not a lot she misses, to be honest! She wanted to go to medical school and become a doctor but she couldn't afford it (and there were still restrictions for women until around the 1970s when people started to rally for equal rights in the medical field). She also couldn't afford an apartment by herself and had to move in with Bucky and Steve in their already cramped apartment. The Third International Eugenics Congress also took place in New York in 1932, which she's still angry about (she's a medical professional and has always found eugenics disgusting, even more so after befriending Steve and fighting in WWII). She also lived through the Great Depression and found it hard to get a job. And of course, she really didn't appreciate the sexism (or any other kind of bigotry) of the time. She found it difficult to get her job done at the SSR after the war because her male colleagues didn't respect her, so she had to leave (leading her to be captured by HYDRA and held as a prisoner for 45 years).

She does miss the music and dancing though. Most of her favourite memories revolve around dancing. And she misses the fashion, to a certain extent. She likes modern fashion because jeans and shirts are practical, but she used to really enjoy putting on her lipstick, doing her hair up nicely, and wearing pretty dresses. But now, those things aren't exactly subtle when you're a secret agent or on the run. Of course, she also misses her friends. All the Howling Commandos are dead and Peggy is dying when she wakes up. She manages to make contact with their families (like Antoine Triplett) but it just makes her miss her friends more.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

In the Dark of the Night

Summary: From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue.

Prompts fulfilled: ‘Bigger is Better in Bed’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); ‘Skinny Dipping’ and ‘Camping’ – Marvel Rare Pair Round 3; ’27. Outdoor Event’ – Flufftober; ‘Sex Toys’ – Build a Bucky Bingo; ’13. Restraints’ – Whumpcember.

CW: All the sex. Only a shade short of PWP. Check it out on AO3 here or below the cut with the cards!

“This is harder than I remember,” Clint grumbled, fighting with a metal pole, his brow furrowed in frustration. I couldn’t help but grin, reclined with my feet up on a cooler, sipping at a bottle of beer. ‘Are you sure you don’t want any help?’ I offered again when his eyes were pointed toward me, the bottle between my knees to sign one-handed. We were both still adjusting somewhat to the realities of living without our aids that made us seem ‘normal’ to the wider society – but we were both also happier without them. Clint’s headaches were all but none-existent, and the pain in my shoulder was significantly reduced without the constant muscle engagement. We were both less grumpy, better fathers and husbands than we’d ever envisioned ourselves being. But, coming up to the third anniversary of our first date, we’d realised it’d been a very long time since we’d had any time just the two of us. With two kids under three and five (six, in Clint’s case) other partners to keep amused, there just weren’t enough hours in the day – not to mention our residual Avenger duties, and taking the kids to the compound to keep the team happy. But here we were, in the middle of the National Park – no more than an hour away from home, just in case – with a tent, a cooler full of beers… And a bag I’d kept from Clint’s eyes, packed with things to make our evening more entertaining. “Do you think they’re doing okay?” he mused as he finally maneuvered the poles into place, frowning minutely. I stood to wrap my arm around his waist, my chin finding his shoulder. ‘They’re absolutely fine, honey. I promise. And we can be there in less than an hour if we’re needed – hell, I’m pretty sure if it was an actual emergency, Steven would be hunting us down.’ His head tipped back with a soft sigh, leaning into the curve of my neck. “I know, I know. I just… I haven’t spent a night away from the kids since they were born. It feels weird not to have Artemis climbing something she shouldn’t, or Apollo wanting an extra story before bed…” I smiled fondly, nuzzling into his hair. I couldn’t deny that I was preoccupied with the same thoughts – but if I too let myself dissolve into worry, we’d end up leaving before the tent was ever erected. ‘Well, the Spiders and Steve will take good care of them. They love those two crazy kids as much as we do, sweetheart. Everything is gonna be okay.’ With another sigh, he nodded, turning to wrap his arms around my neck. “I know you’re right. It’s just weird being away from them, you know?” My lips found his softly, reassuringly, hand at the base of his spine to pull him closer, occupied by holding him and forcing him to lipread. “I know. But I plan to keep you plenty occupied, don’t you worry.’ “Oh?” He grinned broadly, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw and eliciting a quiet purr. “Mhm. Can’t remember the last time we weren’t in earshot of the kids, too…” My fingers tightened, digging gently into his waist to hold him more firmly against me, and he whimpered gently in response. “Intending to have your way with me, Sergeant Barnes?” he breathed, whining when I pulled his hair to expose his throat to my teeth and tongue. “Always, Hawkeye,” I murmured, nipping gentle bruises into the soft skin over his pulse before shifting away, leaving him panting lightly. “But I think you have a tent to finish assembling first.”

It was still half-light by the time we’d made camp, so we decided to head down toward the lake, the cooler hanging between the two of us. “I wish I had both hands so I could sign,” I grumbled, making him roll his eyes good-naturedly. “If I had my hearing aids, you wouldn’t have to,” he pointed out. “But they’re at the bottom of a very deep lake, and your arm is only for emergencies these days. And we’re both better for it… Right?” he added, a minute frown flickering across his face. “Right,” I agreed readily. I didn’t regret my choice most of the time, but moments when I couldn’t sign to my husband were endlessly frustrating, even now. “I’d far rather lipread on occasion than either of us suffer.” He leant over to kiss me lightly, and I grinned, eyes flicking to the side automatically at the shimmer of dying sunlight on water reflected on his face. “I’d far rather see you wet and naked than fully dressed right now, Barton.” With a soft laugh, he left the cooler on the sand, heading toward the water as he worked on his clothes. The sight of the exposed skin of his back spurred me into action, jerking eagerly at my belt and kicking off my shoes haphazardly as I stumbled forward. By the time I’d caught up to him, he’d already shed his jeans, and turned to me with his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers. “Care to do the honours?” No sooner had he spoken than I was on my knees, tugging hungrily at the material. Polycules and toddlers didn’t leave us much time for the simple pleasures in life, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to take my time with him – sex these days was typically quick and dirty, often stolen in a layby after running an errand or with one eye on a monitor to make sure the kids were okay. It’d been some time since we’d been truly intimate, and even longer still since we’d done so just the two of us. I certainly can’t remember the last time I did this, I noted, trailing the very tip of my tongue over his length slowly, one hand tanging in my hair to ground himself as he let out a low groan. “I can’t remember the last time you did this,” he breathed, making me smile as I took him between my lips patiently, revelling in the feeling of him getting harder on my tongue. “Fuck, I forgot how goddamn good you are, James…” With a soft purr, I bobbed my head slowly, sucking pre-come from his tip before drawing away and making him whimper. “Now, now…” I murmured, standing to kiss him deeply and feeling him tremble at the taste of himself on my lips. “We have all night, my love. I intend to take my sweet time with you.” His hands fumbled as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my shirt over my head as I kicked them free, his fingertips trailing the ragged scar at my shoulder and eliciting a shiver. “What if I don’t want to wait?” he whined, palm pressing against my half-hard cock through my boxers, making me hiss through clenched teeth. “A needy boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled, smirking when he nodded desperately. “At least let us get back to the tent, honey. I doubt any of our partners will be amused at having to pick us up from a police station for indecent exposure.” Clint met my eye, grinning, and we snorted in unison. “Yeah, okay – Ashe would probably get a kick out of it.” Our most deviant Spider would almost certainly be delighted by having to fetch us after being caught fucking on the beach – if anything, they’d simply be sad they missed the show. With a light-hearted sigh, Clint stepped back, placated by the promise of a long night to come, waving a hand as his feet found the water.

I would be a happy man if I never stopped staring at him, I marvelled, watching the last of the twilight dapples fade from his still-damp flesh. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. “You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, one hand shifting to take a long sip of his beer. “I can’t help myself,” I replied honestly, rolling onto one side to survey him more thoroughly. “You’re breathtaking.” He was lay stretched out on a towel beside the campfire, the leaping shadows cast by the flames dancing over his tanned skin, coloured by the years spent on our farm and running around in fields, chasing child and dog alike. A light blush dusted his cheekbones, barely perceptible in the low light, and he offered me a lazy smile. “I don’t know how you keep your hands off me.” “Neither do I,” I agreed, moving to lay beside him, palm smoothing over his chest. His eyes closed automatically, a smile pulling at his lips as my fingertips brushed his abdomen. With a soft, happy sigh, I closed my fingers around his half-hard length, leaning closer to kiss him lightly. “I’ve missed this,” I admitted quietly. “I love our life, but…” He nodded, shifting closer to me, one hand tangling in my hair. “But sometimes you miss having a little more time to ourselves?” I nodded back, and he grinned, lips brushing mine. “We have two kids, sweetheart. I think every parent misses having more time to themselves – even when there’s a whole hoard of them to keep the kids entertained. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’ve missed you too,” he added, shifting his hips infinitesimally closer, one eye opening to find mine. A low growl resounded in my chest, and I moved quickly, my hand finding his wrists and pinning them over his head to keep his body extended and still beneath me. He let out a soft whine of delight, neck straining to seek my lips with his, but I simply straddled his waist, letting my cock nudge against his teasingly. “My poor, neglected Hawk,” I murmured, tracing my lips along his jaw. “It’s been so long since you  had me all to yourself…” He nodded frantically, writhing beneath me and pushing himself closer, making me smirk. “You know, I’ll still never forget the very first time you fucked me – the day we announced Artie to the team, with the Spiders’ eyes on you as you realised just how good I felt wrapped around your cock…” He swallowed dryly, nodding again, his lips parted with need. “I- I didn’t expect- I didn’t think it would be so… That you would be so…” “Amazing? Incredible, flawless, irresistible… Tight?” I added, dropping my voice to a whisper and rutting my hips gently against his. “All of the above,” he gasped, back arching. “Please- God, it’s been so long. I need you, James.” His words fanned the flames burning in my abdomen, and I surrendered with a groan, claiming my mouth with his hungrily and rutting against him, lost in the sensation of his cock pressed against mine. “Want to fuck me, baby boy?” “God, yes,” he groaned, wriggling beneath me once more. “Please- Please, Buck- James, I-I need-” He didn’t get chance to finish his sentence as I shifted my hips, lining him up against my ass and grinning as his eyes grew wide. “Don’t you- Should we-”

My fingers released his wrists and found the small bag I’d packed, quickly pouring a copious amount of lubricant in my hand as his eyebrow raised in interest, neck straining to peer into my bag of tricks. I smirked, kissing him softly. “I’m a big boy, Clint…” My hand slicked over his length, eliciting a shiver, and I let his tip slide inside me slowly, revelling in his trembling, taut body, eyes blown wide as I took his cock patiently. “Mm- and so are you… God, I forgot just how big you are, Hawk…” His fingers found my hips, guiding me along his length, panting softly in pleasure. “I forgot how tight you are, James… Fuck, you feel incredible- I can’t believe how long it’s been since w-” I cut him off with a twitch of my hips, eliciting a sharp groan, his fingers clenching in pleasure as I rode him patiently. My hand moved automatically back to my bag, retrieving a length of rope and a rubber ring. Clint’s eyebrow raised, and I grinned as I tugged him upright, passing the rope around his torso and securing his wrists to his chest. “No touching,” I breathed, pushing him roughly back to the dirt and sliding his cock free, eliciting a whine of frustration, hips straining as best they could to bury himself back inside me. With a soft, soothing hush, I slid the ring along his length, revelling in his whimper of revelation. “James-” I leant forward as I took him once more, kissing him gently and smothering the whine on his lips. “Easy, sweet boy… I don’t want you finishing too quickly, do I? I’ve waited a very long time for this…” My hips twitched, and he gasped quietly, head tipping back in his trussed-up pleasure and frustration. “Fuck- G-Good idea, I… I don’t think I’d-” My hand wrapped around my own pulsing cock as I shifted more quickly, letting out a quiet groan of pleasure. “Fuck, Clint, I forget how good you make me feel…” My back arched as I made the most of his vulnerability, knees clamped to his hips as I worked myself eagerly atop him, already growing ragged and frantic as his tip brushed the vulnerable bundle of nerves when I buried him inside me. “Too good- Christ, I don’t know how long I can-” “Please, James,” Clint rasped, hips twitching desperately, his eyes alight with pleasure when I cut myself off with a desperate whine. “Please- I want you to come for me. Please, sweetheart.” His eagerness and hunger for my ecstasy spurred me along, my fingers tightening around myself as my muscles trembled desperately. “Clint- fuck, I-I-” The words faded into a groan of euphoria as I clenched around him, every inch of my body taut and shaking as I found my climax. He moaned happily as my seed painted his chest, fingers flexing with need, his hips moving as best they could to guide me through my orgasm with sweet care. My body was still quivering and weak as I untied his hands – but he knew the drill well enough, knew that my fatigued form wasn’t a signal for him to stop, but merely to take control and use me like the worn-out sex toy I loved to be. My cheek met the dirt as he pinned me, hands on my hips as he pulled me roughly against him. My own seed was still dripping from his chest as he buried himself inside me, slickening my skin and trailing over my ass. “That’s it, James – keep that ass nice and high for me, that’s a good boy…” I whined under my breath as one hand tangled in my hair, jerking me back against him. “Think I’ll need this ring a little longer if I don’t want to fill you up just yet…”

“We have all night,” I noted, turning my head so he could read my lips, the words coming intermittent and panted as he pounded against me mercilessly. “Pl-plenty of time to recover, t-to go a-ah!-again- fuck, yes, just- just like that, Clint, please!” My cock was filling again already, and his hand shifted to grasp my stiffening length, jerking me in time with his eager thrusts. “I can tell how much you’ve missed me, baby – so desperate for me to spent all evening buried in this tight ass, hm?” I nodded desperately, enamoured by the low, filthy chuckle the motion elicited. “Don’t you worry, my sweet boy; I’ll make sure you’re good and satisfied before we head home.” He pulled out briefly, making me whine as I pressed back, feeling empty and lost – but his tip quickly slid back inside me, bottoming out fully without the ring wrapped around him and causing my fingers to dig into the dirt desperately. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, hm? So needy, so eager for me to fill you up?” I nodded again, rutting back as he slammed into me with bruising force, his hand clenched around me. “Fuck- James- I can’t, I’m-” “Please,” I whimpered, joyous tears pricking my eyes as he unmade me. “Please, Clint. Fill me up. Use me. I’m yours.” His cry was almost feral as he emptied himself inside me, hips never slowing until I spilled yet again, lost in the sensation of his hot seed being fucked further into me and leaking around his cock as he groaned contentedly. “Fuck- That’s it. That’s it. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I lay with my head on his chest in the dirt, still panting softly, the both of us naked, slick with sweat and sticky with our seed as he caressed my hair gently. ‘I’ve missed this,’ I signed, my movements muted and tired, but no less happy, and he kissed my forehead  with a hum. “It’s nice to get away every now and then,” he agreed, holding me a little tighter. “…Though the swim now seems a little redundant, huh?” I grinned as I raised my head, leaning forward to brush my lips to his lightly. “I’d say let’s go again, but I’m sure we’re going to get plenty more filthy before the night is over.”

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This was written for @buckybarnesbingo and @winterironevents​.

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Alpine (Marvel), Alpine the Cat (Marvel), Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Swearing, Drinking, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Angst and Romance, Rough Sex, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Birthday, Birthday Sex, 5+1 Things, 5 Times, Bad Parent Howard Stark, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Past Torture, Past Abuse, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Cheating, Angst and Feels, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Forbidden Love

Chapter Summary: It's once again Tony's birthday and he and Bucky have found themselves in a bind locked together deep in a Hydra compound where the slow tortures they've endured have led them to a breaking point, opening the door to hidden truths and shared secrets between them in their tender moments together.