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Meet Cute

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | Masterlist | Ao3

Reader meets a man in a bar, takes him back to her hotel room, sex ensures, and then love?? Maybe. Fem Reader, no y/n, no body descriptions

Word Count: 3105

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: ABO, omegaverse, smut, feral Bucky (for a bit), creampie, aftercare, alpha bucky, omega reader, scent blockers, soulmates, AFAB reader

The smokey interior of the bar was cloying your mind with the mulled scent of old wood and booze. It was dark, the only light in the room came from dim yellow light bulbs in dingy fixtures along the paneled walls. You sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and eyeing the options of the bar. At 11 PM everyone who was gonna be here was here already. You resigned yourself to the greasy guy shooting looks over to you every couple minutes when a cold draft blew in from the door. A newcomer was tromping over to the bar. His shoulders were hunched and he had the hood of a grey denim jacket pulled up to hide his face. Your well-trained eye saw right through that jacket; he was jacked, you knew it from the way he walked. Your attention instantly dropped away from the greasy guy and laser-focused on this newcomer (his scent was all straight alcohol anyways, disgusting). As he sidled up to the bar you turned your seat away to show off the side of your legs, crossing one leg over the other, letting your dress slip up a bit to expose the top of your stockings. He glazed over at your movement but turned back to the bartender. He pulled off his hood and ordered.

“Johnny Walker Black, neat.” His voice was reedy, low, and utterly perfect. He took a seat two stools over from you and rested his elbows on the bartop. Before he had a chance to get his drink and leave, you hopped over the two stools separating you and set your own glass down with a clink on the bar next to him.

“Hey there, handsome.” the drinks you’d been nursing since 9 were flowing steadily through you, instilling you with false confidence. His eyes slid up your body until they reached your eyes, a bored look firmly in place there. He looked away. Hard to get? You could almost purr at the challenge he presented.

Now that you were closer to him you could see his face better. Good lord, he was beautiful, but in a tired sort of way where you knew he’d fought with life and barely came through kicking. His eyes were the blue of an ocean after a storm and just as deep. Short brown hair in messy tufts from the hood. He brushed a hand over it to smooth it down and you noticed that his left hand was made of shiny metal. Your eyes followed it back down, then dragged your eyes up his body. He had to be strong under all those layers. Dark jeans and his thick denim jacket were attempting to hide his muscles but the way the fabric of his jeans stretched against his thighs let you know all you needed to. With the proximity, you also caught a whiff of his scent, leather, coffee, and something unfamiliar, gunpowder maybe, but you couldn’t quite tell, but his scent was entirely too muted. It was hard to get a good read on him through smell; you couldn't even tell his designation. Maybe he was playing the same game as you, you thought. A new product marketed to hide designations just hit the stores recently and you’d be practically bathing in the stuff every night you went out to avoid overzealous alphas trying to get you home without a fight just cause you were an omega.

“Let me buy your drink.” Putting your arms up to rest on the bartop, leaning over a bit, giving the bartender, and hopefully your prey, a better look at your breasts. The bartender set his glass next to yours. You looked up to him through your eyelashes and told him to put it on your tab then return your full attention to your prey. He picked up the glass and slid his gaze to you once more. 

“Thank you,” he grunted

“So what brings you here?” You slipped your finger around the lip of your glass, keeping eye contact.

“Drinks.” One word kinda guy you guessed

“Nothing else?” Your pointed look was met with a quirked eyebrow and a chuckle

“Not originally, but things can change.” He sipped his whiskey, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Why don't we up the chances, huh?” With that, you knocked back the dregs of your own whiskey and motioned to the barman.

“Two zombies, please.” Then you said to the man “So what’s your name?”

“Call me Bucky.” He knocked back his own drink. You told him your name. The bartender sets two novelty skull-shaped cups in front of you. The tangy smell of pineapple and rum hits your nose as you bury your face in the cup. You were gunning for a fast buzz and you got it with this drink. 

Soon Bucky was leaning closer to you as you chatted to him. Another round and his hand was on your thigh, squeezing on and off as you continued talking. Your two swivel stools had you facing each other now. Your legs were tucked between his, his hand moved to your knee and your faces were close as if he couldn't hear you. You made a motion for another round but the bartender cut you off and asked for payment for your tab.

“I guess that's the sign to get out of here, huh?” You slid your card over the bar and leaned heavily into Bucky. He got off the stool and you followed with only a small stumble. He caught your waist and kept his arm around you as you pocketed your card. The two of you left the bar only to be confronted by an icy wind. You shivered in your thinner dress. When you’d left the hotel room today it was warm; you hadn't expected this. It seems Bucky had, however, as he shed his denim jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His muted scent hit you at almost the normal strength. Your cloudy mind wondered at that for a moment before moving on. 

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed 

“Guilty as charged.” he smiled and put out his arm for you to take “Where we going, sweetheart?”

“My hotel room.” Leaning heavily into his arm, you led him down the street to your hotel. 

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At the door to your room, you fumbled with the keys in your cold hands. Bucky was pressed up against your back, mouthing over your neck, not helping your fight with the keys in the slightest. His lips dragged across the side of your neck, just barely grazing your gland, making you whine and close your eyes.

“I can't get the door open if you keep doing that, Bucky.” But there was no fight in your voice, with lips like those you’d let him do anything he wanted right now. But he left your neck and you were able to slide the key into the lock and open the door. Soon as the door shut behind you, Bucky pressed you up against it. Your mouths locked together in a down and dirty open mouth kiss. His metal hand was splayed out on your stomach while his other forearm pressed against the wood next to your head. You leaned back opening your mouth more to let his tongue stroke along your own. Separating for a moment, you panted, chest heaving. You dropped the jacket off your shoulders and pushed Bucky back. The room was so small that he stumbled back a few paced and hit the back of his knees on the bed, falling to sit on it. You walked up to him and turned around with your back facing him.

“Unzip me?” You felt his hands, one cold, one warm, on the skin of your back as he eased the zipper down to the small of your back. You shrugged off the dress and kicked it away, leaving you in your stockings and bra-panty set. Turning back around you straddled his thighs and ran your hands up into his hair, mussing it and pressing your mouth back to his. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders then scratched down his chest. He hissed at the tickle of your nails through his shirt. You grasped the bottom of his shirt and undershirt together and dragged them up, tossing both behind you. Oh yeah, your guess was dead on, he was jacked. Again you raked your nails over his chest, leaving red lines from his pecs to his defined v-line. You smashed your mouth back on his and pushed him down flat on your bed. He let out a huff as he bounced a bit before your arms caged his head in and he was locked back on your mouth. He brought his hands to your ass and pressed you down onto him. You moaned into his mouth and ground down to meet him, leaving a wet patch on the bulge of his black jeans. Slick was coating your thighs in response to all the action. In a moment of separation, Bucky scented the air and growled deep in his chest. You could feel it rumble against your chest, pressed so close against him as you were. Suddenly he rolled the two of you over so he was on top. He pushed you up the bed to hit your back against the pillows. His face met your stomach and he nuzzled up into your breasts. Quickly you fumbled at your bra strap, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. You shucked the bra and grabbed Bucky’s hair. He moved a hand up to cup one of your tits., rolling the flesh around in his hand and squeezing.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He groaned, his Brooklyn twang strong in those few words before his mouth was busied nipping at the flesh of your breasts, leaving little dark marks littered across your skin. Your head fell back and you whined. Your hands scratched at Bucky’s scalp, giving you his own hum of enjoyment at the feeling. Soon his mouth trailed down the valley of your breasts to the top of your panties. His metal hand picked at the elastic band and let it snap against your skin causing you to jolt at the sting.

“Can I get these off you, doll?

“Yes, please, just do it.” You breathed, your voice quiet and rough. He slid your panties down and off and buried his nose between your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of his tongue slipping down to tease your hole. After circling for a moment, he zeroed in on your clit and sucked, leaving a little nip on it. Your hands shot down to grip white-knuckled at the roots of his hair. Bucky lifted his head from your center enough to speak, “You smell so good,” then dived back down, doubling his efforts and making your insides twist into knots. You could hardly feel your stomach at this point, it was a mess of taught, burning muscles that only one thing could defuse. Bucky’s metal arm came up around your thigh to part your lips, opening them up to an unfiltered onslaught by Bucky’s tongue. The metal was cold on your leg and you shivered. You brought a hand up to bite, desperately trying to ground yourself to something tangible while Bucky was blowing you out of this world. A few more seconds and the white-hot feeling in your stomach burst and your entire body went limp, a long whine escaped your throat and you shuddered uncontrollably. Your other hand pressed Bucky’s face to your pussy and you felt him run his tongue around your hole. Your grip released his head and he pushed himself up over your exhausted body. He caught your lips in his again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back you found yourself leaning forward, almost trying to follow his lips as he sat back on on the bed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I am.” you panted, still not having caught your breath from the back-to-back orgasm and heart-stopping kiss. “Are you okay?” your eyes wandered down to where he strained his jeans. 

“Course I am” He lied down next to you. When you caught your breath and you moved to get on top of him again. The skin of your thighs was sensitive against denim. You reached up and raked a hand through his hair, connecting your lips together once again, reaching down with the other hand, you popped the button on his jeans. He sighed against your lips. #Working his jeans down off his thick thighs, he lifted his hips to help. Now just in his boxer briefs, you could clearly see the main prize of the night. Making quick work of his underwear, you freed his member. He kicked off both garments and raised his hands to grip your hips, canting them towards the head of his dick. You dropped your hips in turn and rolled them, slipping the shaft between your lips. He groaned, falling back out of your reach. His abs clenched. Finally, torturously slowly you dropped down, impaling yourself on Bucky’s thick dick. At the same time both, you hissed at the stretch and another low growl resonated from Bucky’s chest. He shot up from his back as he bottomed out, cradling your back and holding you down. He snarled, nosing at your neck and thrusting sharply up at a nearly frantic pace. With the breath knocked out of you, your hands scrambled for purchase on his back. Nails dug in in long lines leaving welts up the length of his toned back. 

“Buckyyy” You whined “I can’t-” Before you could finish he pushed you down onto your back and hoisted a leg high over his hip, 

“You can.” He growled, steadying himself on his knees before driving into you with short, quick thrusts designed to reach the finish line as fast as possible. With every thrust, you felt the spark being reignited, but from Bucky’s every movement you could tell he’d reach it before you did until he reached his metal arm down to the wet mess of your front, rubbing decisively up and down. You threw your arms up around his neck, yanking him down to your face and smothering him in a furious kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting all the rum you’d shared before. 

Bucky’s thrusts got slower, but deeper, harder, shaking your body in his arms and striking up against your deepest parts. A dull ache rose to mingle with the tightness of your pelvis. He released your mouth and buried his face in your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. His hand on your clit quickened, the tightness reaching breaking point as he took one last deep thrust into you before stilling, releasing his cum as deep as he could within you. A sharp bite on your shoulder sent you spiraling into your own release. Soft kisses over the bite mark brought you down slowly from your high. The feeling of him pulling out brought you sharply back to reality. It felt like what you imagined a bottle of honey felt like when drizzled over a nice stack of pancakes. Bucky sat back on his heels to watch his cum ooze out of you. You just lied back, catching your breath and watching him watch you. 

After a bit, the afterglow was fading and leaving you feeling sticky and decidedly ready for at least a washcloth if not a full bath. You rose from the bed and, with Bucky trailing behind you, started up the hot water in the shower. 

From either the drinks or the sex, the two of you were too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and any other fluids accumulated before collapsing into bed and falling asleep. 

#break

Sometime before the sun rose, you woke up. As you came to, you tried to extract yourself from Bucky’s arms that had wrapped you up in their tight embrace sometime while you slept. Still, in a haze of exhaustion, you decided waking him up wouldn't be worth the trouble; he’d roll over eventually and you get up and leave to catch your flight. But just as you’d vowed to stay awake, Bucky’s warm chest pressed up against your back rising and falling with his slow breaths lulled you back to sleep. 

When you awoke again it was with your face pressed against Bucky’s chest. His arms were around your back now and his hands were rubbing smoothly against your skin. He was awake. Fuck. You’d meant to sneak out before he woke up so you wouldn't have to deal with the morning after talk. But as soon as you really shook the fog of sleep from your mind and took a good breath you realized, his scent blockers had faded to nothing. A flood of his scent washed over you. Still strongly coffee and leather based, but without the blockers you could pick out the more subtle notes of it, vanilla and a splash of some flower you couldn't place, but the most damming and important facet of it all was the unmistakable scent of Alpha, but not just any alpha, no there was something different there you’d never smelled before, something you’d heard of. It was intoxicating and indescribable. You took a deep breath, pressing your nose hard against his neck on instinct. Mate. That had to be it, nothing else could be as captivating, as perfect. You withdrew from his neck and cast your eyes up to his, a shaft of light from the window falling perfectly over his face, lighting up his eyes from within. 

“D’you smell it?” he all but whispered, pushing you up his body to bring you to eye level. 

“We’re…” You trailed off

“Yeah.”

“I was supposed to go to Japan this morning.” His face fell, eyebrows furrowing. His arms lifted off your back and he moved away from you until you pressed your lips hard against the spot right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, where a mating mark would go. A groan ripped from his throat and his hands returned to clutch at your hips. 

“I’m gonna have to cancel it. D’you have a place in the city we can go?” You nipped at the spot

“Course. Got a place downtown. You can stay as long as you want, princess…”

“Mmm that sounds perfect” One last kiss to his gland and you pulled off. “We better get going then.” 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier fanfiction #omegaverse

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Jelly Dance

Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Reader | Masterpost | Ao3

The farmer wraps up their first summer in the valley.

Word Count: 454

Tags/Warnings: fluff, gender-neutral reader, could be read either romantic or friendship

The beach was dark and chilly. A crisp ocean breeze beckoning in the end of summer and beginning of fall, the harvest season. The farmer was equal parts excited and apprehensive about their first fall in the valley. There was so much to do and so little time in the day. A shiver ran down their spine. They wrapped themself tighter in their jacket to stave off the wind.

The whole town had shown up for this traditional end of summer celebration, the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. Creaks and groans echoed from the ancient wooden pier. Jas and Vincent ran up and down, chasing each other and getting dirty looks from those wary of the creaking wood.

Mayor Lewis moved up to the side of the farmer. 

“I hope you’ve had a good first summer in the valley, farmer.” His voice was low, trying not to break the contemplative atmosphere of the night. 

“I have, thank you. Everyone has been very welcoming.” 

The mayor's eyes crinkled “Some more than others.” He glanced over to the second pier, where Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail were talking. The farmer was glad the pier was dark enough to hide their blush from the meddling old man. 

“Yeah…” The farmer’s eyes lingered on Sebastian.

“Time to release the boat, I’m thinking.” Mayor Lewis leaned over the edge of the deck to push the solid wooden candle boat out into the ocean. He retreated back to the wall of Willy’s house, leaving the farmer at the front of the pier. 

Dozens of blue jellies breached the horizon, glowing softly. Blue light reflected onto the faces of the townspeople closest to the water. A single green jellyfish floated close to the poles of the dock. The others stayed away from the dock, but this one stubbornly remained close to the dock, right in front of the farmer. The green jelly bobbed up and down right at the surface. The farmer’s eyes were fixed on the square top of it, watching the many tendrils spiraling towards the deep… They learned further off the pier, stretching out their hand slowly, gently, to touch the smooth glowing cap of the rare jelly.

“I heard that the jellies are toxic, the green ones are the worst.” A low voice spoke right next to the farmer’s ear. They jerked their hand quickly away from the jelly. The jelly floated away. 

“You scared me!” The farmer whipped around and knocked Sebastian in the shoulder. He stumbled back a little, laughing. The farmer smiled, reveling in being one of the people that could make this recluse smile. 

“Sam pulled that on me last year, but he pushed me off the pier too.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky, then”

“Yeah, I'm such a gentleman, aren't I?”

“Uh-huh, sure.” The farmer laughed and gave Sebastian a sideways glance.

He stuffed his hands deep into his hoodie pockets, the blue light from a few remaining jellies illuminating his crooked smile. The two stood close, watching the last jellies drift away on a current, the last holds of summer officially gone and fall just around the corner.

#stardew valley fanfiction #sebastian x reader #sebastian stardew valley

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Just a Bite to Eat

Elliot Damiani x Nora Lewis

A little scene rewrite for Elliot's good route in the Changeling Visual Novel. Elliot lets Nora give him blood. I just wanted to get bit by a vampire is that too much to ask?

Word Count: 133

Tags/Warnings: blood, consensual blood sucking, non canon compliant, light angst, established relationship

AN: No hate intended toward to writer of the game. I love the game and Elliot’s route but I really wanted something like this, so I made it myself

“I used to keep some blood bags in the minifridge, but the rules changed and I couldn’t anymore. I’m only a little hungry, it’s no big deal. I’ll just eat when I get home.” Elliot rubbed the back of his neck.

“But what if something happens? I know vampires get weaker when they’re hungry.” Nora grabbed his hand. “Spencer and Grant could try something stupid at any time. I don’t want you to get hurt because you're hungry.” 

They sat down crisscross on the couch facing each other, still holding hands. 

“But you’re not food, Nora. I don’t want to treat you like you’re just a blood bag!” Elliot’s eyes pleaded with her to drop it, for her sake.

“I don’t feel like that’s how you see me. I trust you, Elliot. I know you don’t think of me as food,” Nora moved closer to him “I don’t want you to suffer while we’re here. Just let me help you.” 

“It’s against the law.” Elliot was grasping at reasons to keep turning Nora down.

“There’s no one here to know.”

“I-I might not be able to stop?” 

“I trust you, Elliot. And I know this might not be the time, considering what’s going on, but I wanted to give you your answer.” 

Elliot’s eyes widened “You don’t have to say anything, not right now.”

“I’m still going to. I like you and I trust you and I want you to let me do this for you.” Nora was practically sitting in Elliot’s lap at this point. His hands were holding tightly onto hers. 

“Ok… but, you’re sure, right?” He brushed Nora’s hair off her shoulder. His other hand caresses her cheek. 

“100%.” 

“Tap my shoulder when you want me to stop.”

Elliot’s saliva numbed her neck as he leaned down to pressed his lips against it. His fangs scratched against her skin before deeply sinking in. The pain faded quickly. It felt like getting a shot but in two places instead of one. One of his hands dropped back down to hold Nora’s while the other cupped her head, tilting it back. Nora clutched his hand and shut her eyes. Elliot kept drinking for a minute before Nora tapped. Elliot pulled off and licked over the two punctures. He wiped his mouth.

“How do you feel?” His brow was creased with worry. 

“I’m fine, I feel like I need a granola bar though.” Nora squeezed his hand and smiled. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Do you feel better?” 

“Better than perfect.” He smiled

“Good, I’m glad,” Nora made to stand up but Elliot pulled her back to the couch. 

“Don’t get up. I don’t want you to fall.”

“I wanna go get something to eat from the vending machine though,” Nora said

“I’ll go. You need to rest for a little bit after that.” 

“Get me a coffee and a granola bar? I’ll pay you back once I can get back to my room.”

“Nora, I just drank your blood, this is literally the least I can do for you.”

“Ok… but that’s like three coffees I owe you now and you’re gonna have to let me deliver on those someday.”

“Just two and I’ll hold you to that,” Elliot leaned down and kissed Nora’s cheek. “Be back in a minute.”

Elliot left the club room. Nora opened her phone camera to inspect her bite marks. No blood, hardly visable even. No one would notice them if they weren’t all up in her business. Elliot wouldn’t get in trouble as long as neither of them told. Nora let out a sigh of relief; the last thing she wanted was for him to get in trouble with the agency again. She reclined back on the couch and waited for her (soon-to-be) boyfriend to come back.

#elliot damiani #changeling #elliot damiani x nora lewis

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Bed and Breakfast

Asui Tsuyu x Uraraka Ochako | Master Post | A03

Tsu and Ochaco end up in a romantic B&B after their hotel room gets double-booked.

Word Count: 151

Tags: Established Relationship, Aged-up character, Fluff

“I’m sorry, miss, but we only have one vacancy.” The hotel clerk frowned sympathetically at the two heroes leaning on her desk. Ochaco glanced over at Tsuyu, questioning.

“We’ll take the room,” Tsu said. The heroes were too tired to go searching for another room this late at night. 

“Alright. Here’s your key. It’s up on the second floor just to the right. Have a good night.” Ochaco took the key and shouldered her bag. 

The conference that was supposed to be hosting Tsu and Ochaco double booked the suite they were to be sharing at the ritzy hotel in the city and, to nice to kick the other pair of heroes out, they decided to search for their own rooms somewhere else. After hours of searching, they found a bed and breakfast outside the city that wasn’t completely booked up from the conference. The place was cute, a former small estate house surrounded by rose gardens.

    The heroes trudged up the stairs, dragging their suitcases along. The room was floral, vibrant botanical wallpaper, greens lampshades, seer rosette covered bed curtains, embroidered quilts, it was like stepping into a garden. There was only one problem, there was only a single queen-sized bed. 

    Tsu dropped her suitcase on the dresser, Ochaco’s followed. 

“Guess we’ll share, oh no” Ochaco joked.

“Yeah, what a shame.” Tsu wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and pressed their lips together. Ochaco smiled as they pulled away. 

“It’s a beautiful room.” She sighed

“We should come back sometime outside of work, take a little vacation.” Tsu tucked her head into Ochaco’s chest. “The gardens look so romantic.” 

Ochaco pressed a kiss to Tsu’s hair before withdrawing from the hug. The two changed quickly and collapsed into the soft bed. They switched off the lamp and crawled under the quilts. After a long day of traveling, the two fell asleep quickly, entwined in each other’s arms.

        The gardens were romantic. Full of detailed iron benches under trellises heavy with rose blossoms, neatly manicured paths, and secluded nooks. One nook housed two renowned heroes, sharing a moment away from the hustle and bustle of their fame. A gurgling fountain sat next to the bench the two were sharing, singing a song only to itself.

    Tsu was leaned on Ochaco’s shoulder, her arm around her waist. Ochaco hummed and carded her fingers through her girlfriend’s green hair. 

“I love you.” She whispered, nearly drowned out by the fountain. Tsu looked up, her eyes twinkling. 

“I love you too.” Leaning up, Tsu gave Ochaco a long kiss, pulled back and gave her a happy smile.

#Asui Tsuyu #tsuyu x ochako #bnha fanfiction

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Masterpost

SFW

Bucky Barnes

Loving You

MHA/BNHA

Bed and Breakfast (Tsu x Ochako)

Changeling (Visual Novel)

Just a Bite to Eat (Elliot Damiani x Nora Lewis)

Stardew Valley

Jelly Dance (Seabstian x GN!reader) (non-romantic)

NSFW

MHA/BNHA

Body Swap (Tamaki x Reader)

Bucky Barnes

Meet Cute (Omegaverse Alpha! Bucky x Omega!Reader)

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Loving You

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!reader | Masterpost | Ao3

Fluff vignettes from Bucky and the Readers relationship and upcoming child.

Word Count: 675

Tags: Pregnancy, Fluff, Established Relationship

The early morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of our bedroom. Bucky’s arm held me tightly around my waist, his head nuzzled into my hair. The light danced along his sleeping face. His long eyelashes fluttered as I shifted to lay light kisses against his neck. 

“Good morning, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest. I snuggled into his chest as his hand came around to rub my heavy stomach. “Good morning, bubba.” A little kick responded.   

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Bucky’s shirt tightened over his back as he leaned down to grab a spatula from the drawer. The eggs sizzled in cast iron. My tea steamed on the bench in front of him, waiting for a teaspoon of sugar and a splash of milk. He flipped the eggs and stirred the tea. A strand of hair came loose from his bun when he bent to kiss my cheek, setting my mug down. I brushed the hair behind his ear and beamed at him, then brought him down for a soft kiss. 

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I yanked a weed out from around the base of my camellia bush. The sun beat down on my hair; I swiped sweat from my brow. Bucky was with the vegetables, picking green beans from the lush vines for our dinner. A goat bumped its head against his leg. He rubbed between its ears and fed it a bean pod. I pulled myself up to my feet and walked over to the pair. 

“Leave daddy alone, Steve.” I gently pushed the goat’s fuzzy face away.

“You know his name isn’t Steve.” Bucky wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his hands on my belly once again.

“Might as well be,” I leaned back and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “He annoys you just the same.” 

My hair was plastered to my forehead with sweat, my breath coming in pants. Bucky’s metal hand was gripped so tightly in mine it was nearly crushed. He whispered praise in my ear and brushed my hair out of my face. The nurse came over and handed me a small bundle of blankets. I dropped Bucky’s hand to hold out my arms for our son. His little face is scrunched up. I hold him to my chest and let happy tears run down my cheeks. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader

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Body Swap Quirk

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader | Masterpost | Ao3

Suneater and his sidekick get hit with a body-swapping quirk!

Word Count: 5422

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, dream sex, dry humping, premature ejaculation, non-penitrative sex, aged-up characters, crushes, body swap

During a robbery, you and Suneater were hit with a body-swapping quirk. They didn’t expect the villain’s quirk, it wasn’t on any register. Both recovered and apprehended the villain, but he refused to tell the two heroes how to reverse the quirk. 

“We should stay close in case there are side effects.” Tamaki in your body says.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you doing anything weird with my body,  Suneater.” You joke

Your body’s face flushes and Tamaki stutters “Y-you know I wouldn’t uh, do anything bad.”

“I was joking, bud.” 

To all around the sight of Suneater’s body bouncing around and yours hunched over is a drastic shift. You and your mentor’s dynamic had always been full of clashes, sunny and gloomy, shy and extroverted, night and day really, but you’d met Lemillion, Tamaki just seemed to have a thing for the happy and shiny people of the world. 

“Let’s go clock out, then we can chill at my place till this wears off.” You say

“I need to change as soon as possible.” Tamaki tries to wrap your cap around your costume. 

Made so your quirk could function without hindrance, your costume was as skimpy as you could legally get away with. Your quirk turned your skin into a dazzling disco ball you used to stun your opponents, you needed all the skin you could get to max out your effectiveness, but now it was backfiring for poor Tamaki. 

You pulled off the cloak from his costume and tossed it at him. He wrapped it around his front in cooperation with your costume’s cape covering his back.

When you got back to your studio above your family bookstore, you dug around for sweats and a t-shirt for Tamaki. You tossed them to him. You unclip and dump the utility belts and skirt from his costume on the floor, leaving you in the bodysuit. When you’re done you look up, expecting him to have changed into the new clothes, but he’s just standing there, red in the face, clutching the outfit.

“I don’t think I should, um, change actually.” 

“Why not? You should be comfortable if we have to deal with this the whole night.”

“I-It’s not appropriate for me to see any of this.” He waves up and down your body.

“Ohhh.” You laugh “How about I turn off the light? Or what about you close your eyes and I’ll do it for you?”

He frowns. You get up and turn the lights off, but your body starts to glow. 

“W-what’s happing?” Tamaki gasps

You know how he’s feeling. Your quirk makes your body warm all over. It took you years to learn how to control it so it didn’t turn on automatically in the dark, let alone not to give you buzzy tingles all across your skin. You flick the switch back on and go over to him.

“Plan B, close your eyes.” He does.

You unwrap his cloak from the front of your body, then your own cape. You slide the t-shirt over his head and slip your hands under it to unhook the glittery sequin top of your hero costume. Tamaki shudders when your cold hands ghost over his spine to reach the hooks. The top falls to the ground. He shivers again when your body’s nipples touch the t-shirt, you’d always been sensitive, poor guy. Next, you can’t quite figure out how to get his shorts off without making him uncomfortable, so you just grit your teeth and just pull them down.

“Wha-?” Tamaki gasps and reaches down to cover your crotch from the AC, then yelps and throws his hands up.

You forgot you didn’t wear underwear with your costume today, whoops. You feel something warm in your stomach at the sight of your body standing half-naked in, completely coincidentally, a Suneater promotional T-shirt. If your bodies were normal and Tamaki was seeing this, he’d probably just up and die.  

You put his feet through the bottoms of the sweats and pull them up. When you stand up straight you realize the warmth in your stomach was stirring of a boner at the sight of your own ass on display. Talk about self-love, right? 

“Ok, open your eyes. Sorry about that.”

His face is beet red. You grab his hand and sit down on your futon. Tamaki keeps his hands covering his glowing red face, literally glowing actually, once again a thing you had to learn to control, at least his quirk doesn’t just activate for no reason. For one second Tamaki uncovers his eyes and looks over to you, seeing the bulge in your pants. 

“This is so weird.” He groans

You cover with a pillow and look away.

“Sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have undressed you. Why don’t we just,” You stand up “go to sleep and when we wake up maybe we’ll be normal again!” You haul Tamaki up and pull down the futon into a bed and flop down. 

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Tamaki’s mouth ran over your neck, leaving little bites and licks as it traveled up, eventually dipping to kiss your mouth. You closed your eyes as you pushed your chest up to Tamaki’s, moaning into his kiss. His hand dropped to your crotch, rubbing over the front of your sweats. His hips rolled on your stomach, you ground your center on his hand, your hips moving furiously.

“You’re mine.” He growled

Then you woke up.

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When you open your eyes, you’re glad to be seeing out of your own eyes, but you have a new problem. Tamaki’s body is pressed up flush against your own, one arm thrown over your side. You never took him as a cuddler, but things change. Sadly, as much as you would love to be held by this man, now is not the greatest time. 

You were about to try to escape from his arm and get to the bathroom to take care of yourself when movement from behind you made you stay. Tamaki was rubbing his face over your hair and rocking his hips against your ass. He let out a moan of your name then the hand on your side gripped your hip, hard. You closed your eyes and arched your back to press your ass to him. You moved your hand down under the waistline of your sweats to rub your crotch. You feel his breath on your neck. His hips still, pressed up hard against you, lets out a deep groan, then he jerks up and rolls away. 

You hear a thump when he falls off the futon and onto the ground. 

“Good morning, Suneater.” You poke your head off the side of the bed and smile. 

Tamaki seemed to be trying his hardest to disappear under your futon. 

“Why don’t you go clean yourself up. I’ll make some coffee.” You hardly finish your sentence before he’s let out a strangled whine, bolts up and slams the bathroom door. You run a hand over your face, sighing. What a way to wake up.

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