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Coffee, insomnia and too long fall night

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Happy Birthday Steve Rogers!!

I made this drawing thinking about Steve coming back from a bad day, a failed mission. He's so sad about it that he forgot his own birthday, so his awesome team and boyfriend (Bucky, obviously) greet him with a surprise party, and he has mixed feelings.

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belated happy birthday to my favorite guy

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My old froststrange fairy AU

I need a big good fic about but I can’t write it now T___T

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A little Romy for my sibling <3

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Take Care of Me

Pairing: Natasha Romanov x f!reader Rating: E Words: 1025 Content: 2nd person, sexual roleplay, 'nurse' Nat Summary: Drunken ramblings come back to haunt you or maybe something more fun. Ao3: HERE

Notes: For @marvel-oc-hub Pride Event!

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Drinking with Tony Stark was dangerous.

You knew that! The others had reminded you, Nat had given you a pat on the head when you went along with it anyway, and now you were here.

Holed up in your room, trapped by embarrassment and an inability to meet Nat’s eyes.

You’d just had to let on how much you’d enjoyed Natasha helping you while you had the flu. To make matters worse, you’d been goaded - barely pushed - into confessing that a nurse’s uniform would have topped the experience.

A knock on the door interrupted your swirling thoughts.

“No, I’m not done sulking, Natasha!” you called through the door, groaning.

A soft chuckle followed, and; “Come on, sweetheart, I have something I know will cheer you up.”

A long sigh escaped you. Probably about time you went about your day and faced life again. “Fine, come in!”

Natasha slipped into the room and you couldn’t decide whether to be instantly turned on or start to weep.

“I heard someone has a case of the sulkies~” she teased, eyes sparkling with mischief and a faux pout pursing her bright red lips. Of course she hadn’t chosen a modern nurse costume, no coloured scrubs in sight.

No, she’d gone for the tight white dress, the little hat, and the high heels you had to guess already existed in her vast wardrobe.

“Natasha…” you groaned. The woman had gone to a lot of effort to further embarrass you.

The heels clicked across the floor and she bent over you, waving a thermometer in a threat as clear as if it were one of her knives. A smirk accompanied by the cliched, expected; “Say ‘ahh.’ I need to take your temperature.”

You huffed and stubbornly kept your mouth shut.

“Or do you want me to take it another way?” Natasha asked with an arched brow.

Heat flooded your cheeks and you opened your mouth to play along with all the reluctance you could muster. She slid the thermometer beneath your tongue before taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You watched as she rubbed the pad of a stethoscope warm and placed the buds in her ears.

“Now lift your shirt for me a little so I can listen to your heart.” Your fingers curled around the hem of your t-shirt as even more colour flooded your cheeks, lifting it just shy of flashing her.

“Good girl.” The words went straight to your core and you missed the smug smile on her face.

Natasha slipped the warmed stethoscope beneath your shirt, pressing the metal to your chest, but fingers settled on your other breast, nails scratching over your peaked nipple. She circled it with the sharp tip and you tried not to lose the thermometer to your moan.

“Oh my, your heart rate seems to be awfully elevated.” The thermometer beeped and she removed it. “You seem a little warm. Any other symptoms you’d like to share, miss?”

“N - no, just feeling hot, ma’am,” you breathed, completely lost in the story she wove around you.

She hummed and pulled back the blanket covering your body. “You can call me nurse Romanov. Now, if you’d be kind enough to stand and remove your shorts so I can check for any skin abnormalities.”

You hurried to comply, wondering what she’d do to you next. You laid down on the bed and heard the clatter as Natasha kicked her heels off, felt the mattress dipping as she knelt behind you, easily parting your legs.

Your breath came harder as she settled between your thighs and dragged you into her lap.

“Is - is this right, nurse Romanov?” you asked, voice wavering with arousal. Her finger stroked the gusset of your panties, adding pressure at your weeping entrance.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle to my good girl.” She ran her fingers and nails over your thighs and stomach as though really searching and feeling out any bumps.

The movements had you trembling, panties only getting wetter and breaths more ragged. You found yourself holding your moans back as though you really should keep them from the kind nurse attending you.

She chuckled and your eyes darted up to find her staring at the damp spot on your panties. “I think I’ve found something wrong. So excited, does she need calming down?” Natasha asked, voice dropping low as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric and stroked over your wet folds.

“Please-” you whimpered, trying not to buck up into her touch. Natasha pulled at the waistband and tossed your panties aside.

“Turns out my good girl is a naughty girl, hmm?” A musical chuckle at the quick nod you gave, cheeks hot. Her long fingers parted your wet lips as she circled and teased your clit. She tapped lightly, making you jump and moan at each touch. “Very naughty, I think.”

Natasha pinched your clit, listening to you moan as the blood came rushing back when she released you. Her hands slid to your hips and gripped hard as she dragged you closer, turning you. Your leg slid over her shoulder and she pressed a teasing kiss to your pussy. Nails dug into your thigh and hip as she began to lick and tease you.

You bucked up into her mouth, moaning, desperate, as she licked and teased, stroking her name into your sensitive pussy. She sucked on your clit, teeth brushing the sensitive nub and lightly tugging, feeling your thighs tremble.

“Close already?” She breathed the words, ghosting over your skin, before feasting on you again.

“Y-yes, please, nurse Romanov!”

She hummed, tongue flicking rapidly, expertly, pulling you over the edge so pleasure flushed your body and left you trembling in her arms.

Natasha carefully let you down, lipstick smudged and a cheeky smirk on those perfect lips. “Looks like you’ve recovered from the sulkies.”

You glared weakly up at her, her palm lightly patting your cheek. “Now be a good girl and thank me nicely,” Natasha hummed, crawling up your body and tugging the skirt up around her hips.

“Yes, ma’am,” you groaned, pulling her down to sit on her favourite seat.

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Love this so much! Bucky is absolutely incorrigible haha

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader WC: ~1k Warnings: Fluff | Established relationship | Absolutely-in-love Bucky | Protective Bucky | Bucky painting your toenails | Bucky taking care of some business (mob elements) | Bucky being hot and incorrigible | Allusions to spicy times | Some language | Very much unbeta'd | Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: Sorry, I haven't been on much here. Found a thought in my drafts and put together something haphazardly for Hot Bucky Summer 2025 | Week 02 Prompt: "Did I give you permission?" | @buckybarnesevents Thank you for hosting. 😊✨🥹💞 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

Damn it!

You scrambled around the hotel suite.

You were supposed to be on time. You always told yourself you'd have everything sorted and ease into important days with a calm, relaxed start. But nope. That version of you clearly didn't exist. A miserable case of chaos was what you were.

Gawd!

Bucky was to be blamed anyway. He'd flown in late last night, and he didn't let you out of the bed ever since he stepped foot into the hotel room. And he thwarted every attempt of you sneaking out of the bed this morning, dragging you right back into his arms. You couldn't believe sometimes that he could be so insatiable despite being married for more than a decade now.

Your husband was a ridiculously sinful man, indeed! Not that you usually complained about your husband's incorrigible loving ways. But today was an important day, and you should be there on time.

You had a luncheon with the whole team today before your book launch tomorrow, and Jeremy would absolutely have your head if you were late to your own event. You'd already been two minutes late to the dinner meeting last night. To be fair, that wasn't really your fault either. You got held up by a couple of women who somehow recognized you. You hadn't expected anyone to know you, especially not in Venice, so far from home. It was endearing. You'd been so flustered when they asked for your autograph that you walked into the meeting grinning like an idiot, only to get an earful from Jeremy for being late.

Yesterday was a simple team dinner, but today was important, and you couldn't be late by a second.

You heard the loud yawn, followed by a grunt.

Fucking Finally!

"Bucky, hurry up, will ya?" you called out to him.

"I'm almost ready, pretty girl," came his gravelly rasp.

You'd both gotten maybe a couple of hours of sleep between stuff. You turned just in time to see him walking out of the bedroom, phone against his ear, as he said, "Good," before placing the phone down on the kitchen counter.

He wandered over, buttoning up his white shirt at such a seductively slow pace, you grunted annoyedly at him for various reasons.

Jesus Christ! He looked divine.

You sat cross-legged on the ottoman, rushing to paint your toenails because, of course, you didn't get to do them earlier. No thanks to your husband. You figured you could get it done while Bucky got dressed lazily, leisurely.

Whatever was up with him today.

He strolled over, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth that you cut hurriedly for you both a few minutes earlier.

And then he met your eyes.

Shit.

The second he looked at you, you knew. Bucky knew. You didn't know who snitched, but after nearly fifteen years with Bucky Barnes, you shouldn't be so surprised. Your husband always knew when someone so much as breathed your way wrong.

You'd actually been relieved he wasn't at the dinner last night. Because if he had been, things would've gone very differently. Henry, your executive publisher, had cornered you. He was drunk and touchy, and you managed to wiggle out of the situation without making a scene. Mostly because you didn't want to see bloodshed. But the second it happened, you knew it would've been a disaster if Bucky had seen it. So yeah, you were glad he'd been delayed. Even if part of you wished he'd been there to stop it from happening at all.

He sank onto the couch in front of you, dragging your foot into his lap.

You tried to wiggle away, but his grip tightened around your calf.

"Stay still," he warned in a dangerously low voice. Nevertheless, you squirmed.

"We don't have much time," you argued, worry gnawing at you.

"Don't worry, pretty girl. I got you," he said calmly, and he took the little bottle of nail polish from your hand.

"You'll ruin your trousers," you muttered.

"Gotta be still then, Sweetheart," He hummed softly, too jaunty, for your liking. Bucky painted the first toe carefully. It was utterly unbelievable how quickly he unraveled you.

You watched him, waiting for him to ask you, but he didn't, making you groan internally. And the longer he kept painting, the more nervous you got.

"Should I just tell you?" you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky didn't look up. "Tell me what, beautiful?"

"You know what."

"Do I?" He raised his eyes, and that dark gleam in them made your stomach twist. It was dangerous, that look, especially for your poor heart, always ready to topple you more and more into him.

Your phone rang. Jeremy. You answered quickly.

"Hey! Promise I won't be late. Ten minutes tops…" Jeremy, however, cut you off your babbling, "You didn't hear?" he said urgently.

"Hear what?" you asked confused.

"Henry. He was in some kind of accident this morning. It's serious. We gotta cancel the lunch."

You froze. "Is he…?"

"No idea. It's all over the place. Ronald called and said something about him losing an arm. It's bizarre. I put him in a cab last night, and he was fine." Jeremy sighed before he continued, "I don't know what happened, but I'll update you when I can. The launch is still on for tomorrow though. I'll send over the new schedule soon."

You set your phone aside, mind still trying to process. You went to pull your foot back, but Bucky didn't let go.

"Did I give you permission to move, Mrs. Barnes? You'll mess up all my hard work." he chuckled, casually blowing on your toes.

"Bucky," you hissed, "What the hell did you do?"

He took his time. Capped the polish. Set it down. Then lifted your leg over his shoulder and tugged you onto the couch beneath him.

"Bucky."

He kissed the curve of your neck, then licked a slow path to your ear. You let out a lewd moan, an entirely inappropriate reaction to the feeling of dread settling in your tummy. Bucky pressed himself against you, one hand cupped your face and the other wandered toward your chest, palming your tits.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him to find your losing sanity, "What. Did. You. Do?"

He finally met your gaze.

"He shouldn't have touched you, doll," he said softly, his breath warm against your lips, his stubble brushing against your skin, and dousing you in his sweet, sinful smell.

“Be grateful he's still breathing."

"Bucky…" His name caught in your gasping breath, and he smiled at you reverently, and gawd, you knew you had to put some sense into your man, but fuck, did you love him so goddamn much.

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Just Tired.

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The New Avengers - Swimsuit Special - (2025)

My tribute to the iconic Marvel Swimsuit Special from the 90s, featuring The Thunderbolts The New Avengers Z, Yelena, Bucky, Alpine, Alexei, John, Ava and Bob 🥳

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Swooning Tony Stark. Because reasons.

(The reasons are I love Tony and I am not well about him.)

I'm definitely doing more questionable Tonys.

I coloured him @themaradwrites @deadbandsong

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I love you, Bucky, leader of the new Avengers. Everything would be perfect if Steve had stayed as his loving, retired husband. This won't be the last time I draw Bucky with his glorious hair in this happy reality.

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Interaction with fic-writer, especially smaller ones — is super bad lately. REBLOG CONTENT YOU ENJOY! PLEASE! Likes do not matter!

So @gremlin-girly and I thought about something.

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You use “for you” on your dash.

Reblog. EVERY fic. (that fits with your fandom if you really are against another fandom)

You don’t wanna read it? FUCK IT! REBLOG IT! Put a reaction pic underneath and DONE!

You read it? AMAZING! How about you leave a comment?

Follow your favorite content creators! Leave an inbox message!

If you manage to reblog posts like that, signal boost them, then you can also go on the profiles and just reblog a fic…

A comment but how?

If you have time, then pick out some lines and tell the author how much you loved it. INTERACT! With the fic.

If you don’t have much time to comment, then reblog it with a small comment what you liked. And a reaction pic maybe.

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Please! Give them some love! Let the fandom grow again!

Don’t let the small authors leave, don’t let the bigger writers leave. They all deserve so much! And with every reblog, every comment, you will get a lot of love back!

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