#c: beefy!nat

[dirtyvulture]

NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Edition

feat. Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Here it is, as promised, with both Sergeant Romanoff and Sergeant Beef. 🥳

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first, Sergeant Romanoff was very quick to hurry you out of her office or bedroom whenever you two were done. It made you a little sad because of how impersonal it seemed, but you also didn't want to overstay your welcome.

It wasn't until one night Natasha completely fucked your brains out and you were so tired you couldn't even move to leave, that she let you stay the night and even cuddled with you for a bit. After that, she became more open to letting you stay and take care of you after sex with her.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sergeant Romanoff definitely has a thing for uniforms, on herself and you, and she absolutely loves how her curves look when she's completely done up.

As for you, especially in your uniform, it takes all her willpower not to jump you, especially with how your biceps threaten to rip open your sleeves or the buttons on your shirt straining to hold in all your muscles. Sergeant Romanoff loves her beef. :)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sergeant Romanoff is obsessed with the high of getting to cum, especially if you're the cause of it. She also loves making you cum, which is the next best thing to cumming herself, whether it's in her mouth or her pussy, or all over her chest or hand. She especially likes it when you tell her how good she makes you feel.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When your sex tape with a former partner leaked, Sergeant Romanoff was not only wildly jealous, but also extremely turned on. She never told you, but more than once she masturbated to your video and fantasized about making a better one with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sergeant Romanoff has a lot more experience than you, which is one of the reason why she's usually calling the shots in bed.

And even though you're not as experienced as her, she loves how eager you are to please her and she is surprisingly patient with you as you learn your way around her body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Sergeant Romanoff is a dom, she loves any position where she's on top of you. But occasionally, she'll ask to be under you, mostly because she likes the view of your dog tags swinging around your neck as you ram into her and she likes clawing at your muscular back and leaving her nail marks.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is extremely serious, almost to a professional level. She might make an occasional joke, but she won't let you laugh for long.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nat prefers to keeps herself shaved most of the time. But if she does grow it out, yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nat had to learn it was okay for her to be soft in front of you because you wouldn't judge her for it. (Being a woman in the military causes her to overthink and always try to exert an aggressive front.)

But even once she's fully comfortable around you, you don't hear her say "I love you" as often as you'd like, but she's working on it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sergeant Romanoff prefers engaging in group activity with you, but when you're not around, she has no choice but to find other ways to satisfy herself. She does prefer to have you on the phone or video call though so you can watch and squirm as she gets herself off to the thought of you.

Before your big deployment, you went and made a custom dildo of your own cock for her, which has become her favorite toy to use when she can't get her hands on the real thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a lot of kinks, but her favorite ones are probably BDSM, bondage, public sex, and orgasm control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

One of Sergeant Romanoff's favorite things to do is call you to her office. You're pretty sure she's fucked you in every position possible on her couch and desk. She has a plug-in air freshener that sprays constantly, but there have been a few close calls where someone visiting has commented on the smell of her office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You acting submissive to her in public (even in your normal work duties) usually has Sergeant Romanoff going feral. Every time you ask for her permission to do something (especially cumming), she gets an immense rush of power and arousal.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sergeant Romanoff will not use any weapons on you during sex. She (and you) have had too many dangerous experiences with guns and knives to treat them as toys in the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff loves giving you blowjobs. It gives her such a rush of power, even if she's on her knees for you.

And when you're on your knees eating her out, she'll yank on your hair like a set of reins to remind you that she's the one still in control.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, Sergeant Romanoff prefers to be very fast and very rough with you. Even though you're bigger than her, she's always the one man-handling you around the bedroom. She loves leaving scratches and bite marks all over your body as a reminder of how well you please her.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is very open to quickies as long as they're for her benefit. If you don't finish (or she doesn't let you), she'll just zip you back up and send you on your way. In those times, you'll always find your way back to her and beg her to let you relieve yourself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff was very hesitant to give you any kind of control in the bedroom. It was a process, but once she learned to trust you, she was happy to be used as you saw fit from time to time. But in general, she's very protective of her control and would rather lead than follow.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Natasha can last much, much longer than you can. But if you ever cum too early or without her permission, she will make sure to punish you so you aren't tempted to do it again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nat has basically every sex toy you can think of and she uses them all on you. She has a strap so she can peg you and has an assortment of vibrators, cock rings, Fleshlights, etc.

She doesn't let you use toys on herself, but you know she's obsessed with the custom dildo you made for her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

We all know Sergeant Romanoff is the biggest, most unfair tease of all time (let us not forget the public humiliation during our first uniform inspection). She totally gets off to how much you beg and whine for her to let you cum, almost to the point of being legitimately mean about it. But she always rewards you nicely if you manage to follow all of her instructions.

However, the one time you had to use your safe word with her, Nat took it very, very personally. She was very upset with herself for pushing you too far and promised not to do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sergeant Romanoff is actually pretty quiet, even if you are pounding into her like your life depends on it. Mostly, she'll vocalize if she wants you to go harder or faster, but it's pretty rare to hear her enjoying herself (but when she does, that's how you know you're doing something very right).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time Sergeant Romanoff brought up pegging you with your own dildo she did so jokingly, but it wasn't really a joke anymore when she saw how much you were begging and shaking for her to fuck you harder. She almost came at the sight of you and is desperate to find something that will give her a greater high.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)  

Sergeant Romanoff actually spends almost as much time in the gym as you. Her body is extremely fit and toned, although not quite to the level that yours is, but she is very confident and proud of herself.

Your nickname is Sergeant Beef(cake) for a reason and you draw a lot of attention from the other recruits and staff for your physical prowess. But Nat will gladly let everyone know that you belong to her and that she is yours.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sergeant Romanoff basically wants you 24/7 and a few times you've indulged her in a sex marathon (although that usually ends with you sleeping for 12 hours straight and practically needing an IV to replenish all the fluids you've lost). There is probably no person on Earth who could keep up with her, but ever since you gifted her the custom dildo of your dick, she's a lot more keen to leave you alone for a bit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a lot for Sergeant Romanoff to get tired out (and you usually pass out before she does), but if she ever does reach her breaking point, she likes to fall asleep on you because you're her personal heater and you make her feel safe.

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AN: I always really like writing these lol. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know if there was any headcanon you want elaboration on. :)

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[togrowoldinv]

Firefighter!Nat NSFW Alphabet

I was asked to do this and I absolutely loved writing it. Warnings: Definitely 18+ talks. I hope you enjoy this and catch up on firefighter!Nat here!

All of the goods about beefy!Firefighter!Nat below the cut!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nat definitely enjoys snuggling after sex. She takes the quiet moments after sex seriously. Even if the sex is intense, she at least kisses you on the forehead and pulls you into her arms. A lot of times she likes to shower afterwards and she loves when you wash her body for her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Natasha’s favorite part of her body is definitely her abdomen area. Especially because of her tattoos on her rib cage that dips into her stomach just right. She’s confident in her entire body though.

Her favorite part of you is definitely your boobs. She’s a simple girl at heart. You always tend to focus on her body being perfect, but Natasha thinks that there’s nothing better than worshipping you from head to toe.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Natasha very much loves to make you come and make you come hard. She’s confident in her sex skills. She particularly loves to taste your cum on her tongue when you ride her face or see your cum dripping onto her thighs or abs as you grind against her. Nat is also a fan of when she wears a strap and you come onto it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Natasha’s dirty secret is that she often wonders if you’d be into a threesome with one of her coworkers. It’s not that you’re not enough for her (you definitely are), but she’s always wondered if you’d want anyone to join you. Probably Carol or Valkyrie as she knows you’d love their beefy bodies like you love hers.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Natasha is 100% experienced. In her early training years, Natasha would spend a lot of weekends on dates. She’s hot and she knows it. But the best thing about her is that she is extremely quick on her feet. As a firefighter, she makes split second decisions and she uses that training with you. She adapts quickly and can you off by fixating on what she finds you love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Natasha LOVES when you ask her to ride your face. The feeling of your hands on her ass as she moves her hips makes her feel so good. She also loves when you ride her thigh. She can suck on your nipples and watch your face as you come for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

Natasha is usually pretty serious during sex. She makes the occasional joke, usually in the form of a tease, but stays relatively serious about getting the job done. She is likely to make a comment before sex about how much you simp for her.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natasha is well groomed. She’s, as you expect her to be, very put together as a person and that relays into her hair. Her red hair does in fact match the rest of her body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nat is very intimate during sex. Even if she’s being possessive or a but more aggressive, Nat always makes sure you’re okay. She knows your limits well and she’d never push you beyond them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nat used to masturbate more than she does now that she’s with you. On occasion though, she’ll do it. She thinks of you and looks at photos you’ve sent her. If you’re awake, she’ll call you and get off with you. You love when she calls.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Natasha leans into you calling her daddy, but she doesn’t ever call you mommy. She just likes the way it makes her feel when she’s in control and you can’t help but call her the term. Since you got married, Natasha does love it when you call her your wife though. She also has a slight kink for having semi-public sex, which gets you in trouble from time to time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As mentioned above, Nat likes semi-public sex. You often have sex at the firehouse. That’s where you had your first time, so it makes Natasha happy. Outside of that, Natasha enjoys having sex in the shower with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Natasha gets extremely turned on when you touch her. Even innocently. She gets going a lot when you take off her shirt and run your hands over her tattoos. Nat also gets turned on when you tell her you love her. It’s cheesy, she knows, but it fills with a desire to make you feel so good.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Natasha would never use any weapons or physically hurt you in any manner. She took a vow to always protect and rescue people, so it makes her feel odd to hurt someone even for their pleasure.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Natasha is obsessed with the way you eat her out. Whether she’s straddling your face in the bed, you’re on your knees in the shower, or in the front seat of the car, Natasha loves it. She also loves to eat you out and she’s damn good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Nat switches up her pace as she sees fit for the situation. But her favorite is to keep things fast but sensual. She wants you to have multiple orgasms, but she also wants to spend time just kissing you and feeling your body on hers.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, Nat is such a fan of quickies. She knows she can get you off in no time. Natasha will take you off to another room or interrupt you cooking dinner to have a quick fuck. Rarely, she even wants you to get her off in return. She just wants the pleasure of making you feel good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Natasha only experiments on certain occasions. Most of the time she likes to remain in control, but when she’s really exhausted she lets you take control. That’s when she finds out some different things she likes. She mostly keeps her risk-taking on the heroic day job she has though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Natasha is used to working long shifts. Her stamina basically has no end. Usually you’re the one to say you need a break or are sensitive to touch.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Well, Natasha definitely owns a strap that she wears under her gray sweats. You wear one on occasion but it’s usually Nat that does. She owns a vibrator but only uses it on the rare occasions you’re not around and she can’t just call you up to help her get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Natasha’s form of teasing is when she gets caught up in kissing you. She loves to kiss your thighs before she dives in. Nat also gets caught up in sucking your nipples. She is also very unfair when she walks around your home with only gray sweatpants (with a strap you can see) and a sports bra but doesn’t let you touch her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Once Nat got comfortable with you, she got very loud. You pulled her out of her comfort zone and she is really happy you did. Natasha moans a lot and she sings your praises as you make her feel good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Natasha is soft hearted. She sees such horrible things on her shifts that sometimes she comes home and cries to you. You’re the only one who knows that side of her. Natasha has the urge to save the world and she never stops trying to do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Do I even have to say it? Toned toned toned. Natasha is muscular, she’s smooth, and she rocks her tattoos. Her breasts are perfect and her ass is a dream.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Nat wants to and could have sex almost every day, but she doesn’t need to. Sometimes you’ll go weeks without it due to your busy schedules, but Nat never complains. She’s ramped and ready to go when you are.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Natasha always makes sure you fall asleep before she does. It’s an old habit from growing up in a home where she was always looking out for her sister. Once she can tell you’re happily asleep, she falls into her own slumber.

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[otpcutie]

Otpcutie’s Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesevents prompts, for Hot Bucky Summer 2023.

A/N: I accomplished my goal of completing 13/13 prompts, woo!!

1. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Week 1: Lingerie + Collars

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Week 2: Daddy

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Week 3: Kneeling

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Week 4: Free week, “C” (crime solving)

Summary (Stony): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Week 5: Electricity + Fireworks

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Week 5: “How do you want me?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. Sub Bucky and his Domme [moodboard] | Week 7: “Who’s this?” + My lover + My pet

Contains: Sub Bucky, Domme Nat

Links: Tumblr

8. Business (M, 1.5k) | Week 8: “How did you meet?”

Summary (Winterspider): Peter is ‘given’ to Mafia Boss Bucky. Or so he thinks.

Contains: Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Bucky, Russian Bucky, adult Peter, sex worker Peter, dark Peter, Peter is a little shit, age difference, possessiveness (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. Stucky AU: Summer Vacation [moodboard] | Week 9: Free week, “S” (Summer vacation)

Contains: Steve/Bucky, beach vacation

Link: Tumblr

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Week 10: “Long day at work?” + Massages + Bath

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Link: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Week 11: Green

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Link: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Week 12: “Who’s my __?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker!Bucky [moodboard] | Week 13: Free week, “B” (Baker Bucky + Business owner)

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

Event photo list below the cut:

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[talatomaz]

wait | natasha romanoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER DAY: 6

a/n: i’m surprised that i’ve committed and actually followed this kinktober thing so far

kinks/trope: dry humping

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

warnings: beefy!nat (a major warning). smut - slight dub-con, no actual smut. dry humping, pet names, choking, size kink, strap on, orgasm denial

masterlist | navigation | request rules | kinktober

i do not give you permission to repost or translate my fics on any platform - likes/reblogs are okay and are much appreciated

Natasha could never keep her hands off you.

Whether it was sleeping, eating, showering or watching tv, she always had hers on you. And, more often than not, it turned into sex. Not that you minded it of course. But it was just amusing to you when you heard of couple abstaining in order to intensify the pleasure when they finally had sex again.

Intrigued by the idea, you’d suggested it to Nat who had outright refused the idea. She even tried to entice you into forgetting about the idea by flexing her biceps - she knew you had a weak spot for her muscles - and wrapping her huge arms around you, pulling you impossibly close to her. When that didn’t deter you, she finally relented and agreed and so far, it had been 5 days. And that was a massive feat in and of itself.

But you’d tested Nat’s patience one time too many.

You’d decided to work out in yours and her’s shared home gym, wearing tight shorts and a sports bra that left little to imagination. Carrying out your reps, you timed your squats perfectly, Natasha walking in when you had just squatted to the floor. Your ass was practically on full show to her and the redhead found herself reaching out to grab your plump, round cheeks before catching herself.

Instead, she walked over to you and pushed you to the floor, straddling you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was wearing a strap. She almost always was.

You loved the way her muscular arms were caging you in on either side of your head as she leant down to whisper in your ear.

“You’re not smarter than me, angel. I know exactly what you want.”

She slotted one of her thick thighs between your legs and pushed it up against your pussy making your eyes roll back at the sudden pressure against your clit.

Natasha tsked and grabbed your hips, stilling them when you’d unconsciously started to rock them against her thigh.

It was no use trying to fight her grip, she was stronger than you - and bigger - but it was one of things that made your dynamic work. You loved that she could devour you at any moment in time and you’d have no say in the matter and had to take whatever she’d decided to give you.

“Nat, you promised. Just a couple more days until we can finally fuck.”

Deciding not to answer, Natasha pinned your hands above your head and started to thrust her strap - that was concealed in her sweats - up against your barely clothed pussy. You began to pant as the friction of your shorts rubbed deliciously at the right angle directly on your clit. Natasha groaned as she watched your face contort in pleasure and as your shorts bunched up around your hips.

Natasha still held your wrists above your head on the mat but moved her other hand to wrap around your throat. She squeezed with the right amount of pressure to make you feel light headed and realise that your body was in her hands and in her control. Not that you ever forgot but having a reminder didn’t hurt.

The redhead snapped her hips harder against yours, stroking your clit in exactly the right angle. Your pussy grew wetter and your shorts were getting soaked through. You felt the coil starting to form in the lower pit of your belly and it was then that you wished you’d never suggested the idea of abstinence as you wanted nothing more than to have your pussy filled to the brim with Natasha’s thick cock.

“Nat, oh god, don’t stop. Please, right there.” You begged and whined, lifting your hips to meet each thrust.

You could feel the coil growing tighter, practically able to taste your relief. Unfortunately for you, Natasha was an expert on your body and, sensing that you were close, she stilled her hips immediately ruining your high.

Your head fell back against the mat as a pathetic whine was dragged out of your throat before being stopped when Natasha squeezed your throat again.

The latter leaned down and placed a somewhat sweet kiss on your lips and then nuzzled her head into your neck, turning slightly so she could whisper in your ear.

“Just a couple more days.”

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[naturesapphic]

Nothing to be ashamed about

Protective!soft!Beefy!daddy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, creepy man

Me and daddy were out playing at the park for people who has age regression. They even have a caregiver section so they can socialize! I was playing with some littles when some person who was lerking around here came up to us. It was a grown man coming towards us and we were starting to get uncomfortable. Some of my little friends started to go back to their caregivers which honestly I don’t blame them. I’m thinking about going back yo my daddy.

“What are you little ones doing here all alone in the park? You have to be careful…there are some crazy people out in the world and it’s not natural to act like children.” You and your friends just nodded and kept looking at the ground hoping he would take a hint and go away but he kept talking and he kept getting weirder. “Why don’t some of you dolls come back to my place and we can have some play time”. He smiled then laughed showing that he barley had any teeth. He starting mocking y’all and how y’all were acting like children. You and your friends were getting embarrassed. You whimpered and screamed out “DADDY!”.

Natasha came running towards you and your friends seeing how uncomfortable y’all were getting because of this creepy, mean, pervert. She cracked her knuckles and balled them up to fist as she got in his face and she gave him her famous deadly glare. “Why are you talking to my little girl and her friends”. The older man stuttered with fear “I-I w-wasn’t d-doing anything…! I-I was j-just s-saying t-that it’s w-wrong to act like c-children!”.

She lifted him up in the air and he was kicking his feet trying to get down. Nat spoke in a low dangerous voice. “I don’t care what excuse you have! You do not make fun of my princess or her friends! You will leave them alone especially my little girl.” She dropped him and he landed on his ass. “Now go! I don’t want to see you here again or anywhere else.”. He scurried off with his tale between his ass. Nat glared him down until he was out of her sight then she turned around and picked you up checking to make sure that you were alright. “Are you okay princess? Did he hurt you? He better not have. Are your friends okay?”. You nodded your head “yes dada I otays and nu he nu hurts me and he nu hurt my fwriends.”

Nat sighed in relief and hugged you into her plump, toned chest. “Say bye bye to your friends baby, we are heading home.” You waved farewell to your friends and said that hopefully y’all can play again sometime soon. Nat carried you all the way back to the car and buckled you up in the back seat in your hello kitty car seat. As nat was buckling you in you kissed her cheek and said “tank chu daddy for saving me and my fwriends and sticking ups for us. I wuv chu!”. Nat blushed and pecked your lips softly “no problem my angel, daddy will protect you forever and always little one and I love you so much more. There’s nothing wrong with age regression and caregivers. You are so valid baby and you never have to be embarrassed. I’m so happy you trust me to be your daddy and for you to show me your little side.”

Nat drove the both of you guys home and laid you down for your nap. She did keep her word, she always kept you safe from harms way.

A/n: thank you for reading! I love you guys and remember to stay hydrated! More stories will come! And I hope the person who requested this likes this and I hope I did the request right <3

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[everythingshawnmendes]

“Are you… making cookies at 3:30 AM?” and Bucky Barnes being the biggest teddy bear when it comes to going to bed

                                                    or

Bucky and Y/N’s night routine, plus some late night snacking

tooth rotting fluff, smut, fem! receiving oral

Y/N loved scrolling through her phone before going to bed. All her life, after a busy day, nothing would distract her mind like mindlessly going through social media. When she became an Avenger, nothing changed. Whether she was exhausted from a strenuous day of training, plotting, investigating or completing a mission, she loved escaping from it all mentally to see what was going on online. It wasn’t the best, she knew, all the blue light and whatever, but in her line of work, high quality deep sleep ran kind of thin anyway. Tony used to tease her about it, calling her a teenager, but he shut up rather quickly after she retorted that at least she didn’t pull 3 all-nighters in a row just to work on some suit. The rest of the Avengers laughed with her that day, as he walked away muttering something similar to “some suit that saves all of your asses-” under his breath.

The rest of the team used their cell phones differently. Steve could barely count as having a cell phone, that old flip phone that had the numbers key pad where you had to press 1 three times just to type out the letter ‘c’. He answered the group chat, just always 3 hours late with 1 sentence at most. Bruce and Tony both used their phones a lot, mainly for backing up their research. Tony actually left the group chat twice, annoyed at the spam of stupid “childish” memes, but agreed to be back again when Peter sent a link to an article explaining how Iron Man is the strongest Avenger. The memes, they were mostly sent by Scott and Thor. They were at first almost always followed by a concise paragraph from Nat, who broke down the meme for Steve and Bucky to understand. They got the hang of them at one point.

Bucky didn’t love technology, let alone social media. Before Y/N was in his life, his night routine was quite simple: lay down and wait for sleep to come. After all that time being manipulated and used as the Winter Soldier, sleep had lost its peacefulness. He would just lie there with his eyes closed and drift in and out of consciousness.

It changed with Y/N however, for the much better. Bucky looked forward to going to sleep now, because that meant he got to hold Y/N in bed, which made him all soft and warm, until they both drifted into sleep. With her, he slept like a literal baby, holding his favourite blankie. Y/N never previously slept better either, having her own big Bucky shaped body pillow. 

Tonight was no different than any other. The two were cuddled together under their blanket, Y/N’s head propped on Bucky’s chest, where his shoulder met his chest. Luckily for him, the arm under her was his metal one, and could barely feel the weight of her head. The whole squad had gotten home from an intense mission, and the second they got back to the compound, Bucky dragged Y/N into the shower so they could get into bed as quickly as possible. After Y/N not being able to resist having her fun with Bucky under the warm water and sinking to her knees to wrap her lips around his pretty cock, the two scrambled into bed and were officially tuckered out.

Y/N sighed happily, scrolling through Twitter. Bucky’s chest was so built, and thick and so comfy to rest on. Bucky’s eyes were shut, his head heavy. His nose was buried in the back of Y/N’s neck and the sweet smell of her hair was lulling him to sleep. Her back was pressed against his chest, and his hand wrapped around her waist squeezed her close against him. Y/N hugged the arm that was around her with her free arm, stroking his forearm softly with his fingers absent-mindedly as she read things on her phone. Occasionally she’d laugh out loud at something and tell Bucky, who chuckled back, kissing her head. Y/N felt so relaxed, so in bliss and the reason was so simple. She was just so happy to be this in love with someone. She shifted slightly and moved to turn onto her other side. Bucky, half-asleep, whimpered softly and pouted, but curved his lips upwards in a smile when Y/N settled back into him to face him. She looped a leg with one of his and rested her hand with the phone on his chest. Bucky flexed his pec, bouncing Y/N’s hand on top of him, sending the two giggling softly. 

“Heyyy.” Y/N whined, nudging him.

She kept scrolling slowly on her phone, Bucky’s heartbeat slowing down to a soothing pace underneath her. One of his hands reached up into her hair, playing with the strands gently.

“Wow-“ Y/N snickered. “Bucky, did you know you have a large fanbase of thirsting women?” Her thumb paused at a tweet. She felt Bucky’s chin move on the top of her head and craned her neck up to look at him smiling. He felt her eyes on her and opened his halfway. “Listen; one writes: If Bucky Barnes shoots me, do NOT prosecute him. He caught me slipping, that’s on ME.” Y/N laughed heartily and Bucky just shook his head, burying his face in Y/N’s head, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, oh - wait, I have a fanbase of my own too. “Y/N Y/L/N is so damn fine, if she were to ever same from something, I’d die of a heart attack afterwards”. HA.” Y/N nodded, laughing harder. Bucky perked up at this and frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together adorably. He held her tighter against him, a sound almost like a “hmmph” leaving his mouth.

“Aww baby.” Y/N simpered amid her laughs, looking up at her pouty boyfriend. She loaded him with kisses, one on his chin, his lower lip, the crook of his neck. Bucky found his smile again and opened his eyes a bit to lower his lips onto hers.  

Y/N settled back into his side and felt her eyelids go heavier and set her phone away. A couple minutes later, she had fallen asleep. Bucky sensed her breathing get heavier, kissed her head through her hair and drifted off to deeper sleep as well.

Y/N awoke some time later, squinting her eyes open and stretching slightly. She looked at the clock which indicated 3:00 and looked up and down to see Bucky softly sleeping, his arm still loosely around her. She closed her eyes and opened them again, thinking of why she might be unable to sleep. She didn’t have to go to the bathroom, she wasn’t too hot or cold… Cookies. She wanted cookies. A craving that was so random, yet she couldn’t seem to quite shake it off. Fuck it, she thought. She slithered out of Bucky’s hold and out of bed. Looking around the room, she put on some socks and quickly threw on one of Bucky’s hoodies to cover her naked body. It wasn’t likely for anyone else to be in the kitchen at this hour, but she still didn’t need to run the risk of someone seeing her butt naked. Plus, expert-skilled assassin and all, she was still clumsy as fuck, and she felt like being naked was some kind of dangerous being around an oven. As if she had not taken on 7 armed guards single-handedly with only one gun the day before…

Bucky stirred in his sleep, turning onto his side, his arm reaching out. The empty space beside him confused him, as he slowly rose from his slumber. Still heavily tired, he palmed the bed, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. 

“Friday.” He grunted, his voice raspy with the sound of sleep coating the back of his throat. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Scanning. Miss Y/N is in the kitchen, sir.”

“M’kay, thank you.” He said, cracking his neck slightly. He fell back and closed his eyes again, the initial panic having subsided knowing Y/N was safe. He pulled the blankets to him and sighed. Clambering out of bed, he huffed and put on his pajama pants, setting off for the kitchen. He thought Y/N just needed some water, so he was not expecting the sight he entered upon.

There, in the middle of the kitchen, was Y/N spinning around, dancing to reach up to the counter for chocolate chips. Bucky recognized his hoodie on her slip up slightly, showing off most of her leg. His cheeks warmed. She turned around and spotted Bucky, nearly falling back out of fright.

“Jesus- baby, you scared me. Hi.” She walked towards him, cupping his cheek with one hand as she gave him a sweet kiss. Bucky joined his hands together at the small of her back, pouting down at her.

“You left me all alone in our room.” He said, pouting slightly, eyes squinting from the contrast of the open lights. Y/N’s gaze softened at his bright blue eyes, who were looking at her with equal tenderness.

“Aw, I’m sorry, you big softiee…” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her and rocking softly from left to right. She relaxed in his frame as Bucky hugged her, his sleepy demeanor not yet fully shaken awake. Finally, he pulled his head back, scanning the room.

“Are you… making cookies at 3:30 AM?” He chuckled, running his hands up and down her back soothingly.

“Yeah! You wanna join me?” Y/N grinned at him, leading him to the counter. “I’m almost done.”

Bucky sat himself on the counter as he watched her tiptoe to get her big bowl of dough and set it down right beside him. He ripped two sheets of parchment paper to coat the trays.

“You’re so cute you know that, doll? Bucky eyed her. Y/N looked up at him and gave him a toothy grin and continued rolling out little balls of dough onto the baking sheet. “Especially in my sweater.” He reached his hand out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/N stepped in between Bucky’s legs, leaning on his beefy thighs. “And I’m not wearing anything under it.” She looked up at him, eyes wide. Bucky groaned, pressing his forehead to hers as his face winced slightly. She was really testing him…

He took her face in his hands, pressing his lips down against hers. Her hands snaked up his legs to caress his abdomen, Bucky capturing her lips between his and kissing her hungrily. He licked her lips, sliding his tongue in her mouth to run it against hers, sucking her lip into his mouth as she parts them slightly out of breath. Catching it, she brought a hand to the back of his neck, lowering him onto her lips once more. Bucky pet her neck softly with his cool, metal hand before wrapping it around softly, not too strongly to stop her breathing but slightly to assert himself. Y/N gasped at the feeling, both cold and hot at the same time, Bucky flicking his tongue into her mouth, and grazed his teeth along the soft flesh of her bottom lip. Y/N swallowed heavily and pulled back.

“We have to preheat the oven.” Y/N panted slightly, going to the oven to turn it on. Bucky ran his hands through his hair and leaned back on the palms of his hands. A tent had formed in his loose cotton pants and his cock gave a twitch as he watched Y/N prance around the kitchen with her lips slightly redder and her bare legs on display. She was floating in his hoodie and she looked so impossibly soft, a part of him wanted to hold her, squish her, cuddle her, nuzzle his nose into her neck but the other, wanted to run his hands underneath the fabric, trail kisses along her divine legs and suck pretty bruises on her neck.

Y/N returned to the counter and caught a glance of Bucky. Smooth contoured abs moving along with his breathing, his manhood standing up straining against the fabric of his pants, which were loosely hanging off his hips. His blue eyes were soft to her, his eyelids hooded probably from what hour of the morning it was.

“You’re pretty.” Y/N hummed. Bucky scoffed, curling his finger motioning for her to ‘come here’.

“You’re pretty, doll.” He answered.

Y/N picked up the bowl and the wooden spoon and stood beside Bucky, who was still sat on top of the counter. It’s crazy how even if she was standing, he was still taller.

“Personally, I like the raw dough much better than the actual cookies. Hmm?” Y/N picked at the spoon, then giving it to Bucky. He tasted a piece and nodded. 

“I still think that I prefer the actual cookies.” He gave her the spoon back.

She shook her head. “You’re wrong.” She said, bringing the spoon to her mouth. 

Bucky raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a tingle trickle down his spine. Y/N ran her tongue up the back of the spoon, locking her eyes with his, and hollowed her cheeks to eat the cookie dough. She continued to lick along the head of the spoon, cleaning it off of any remaining dough. Bucky gulped. She saw his pants tighten even more and laughed against the spoon, lapping up the sweet mixture.

“Baby girl…” He said huskily in a low voice, sending heat to Y/N’s core. She knew that pet name, and that tone of voice.

Y/N bit her lip, eyes becoming pleading as his blue ones stared into hers, while he licked his own lips. 

Ding!

Y/N huffed, as she turned around to see the oven was ready. She looked at Bucky, who smirked at her.

“The oven’s preheated, doll.”

“I know.” She exhaled frustrated, and took the trays, turning on her heel and walking to the oven.

She bent forward to slide the cookies in. At the sight of that, Bucky was a goner. He slid off the counter and lunged toward her. A second after Y/N had closed the oven door safely, no later, Bucky’s hands were on her. 

Y/N gasped, and then moaned at the feeling of his big hands sliding up the back of her thighs all the way up inside her hoodie, pressing at her lower back and coming to reach in front of to her bare stomach. He spun her to face him, Y/N’s hands placing themselves on his broad chest while his toyed with the bottom of his hoodie on her, palming her ass. They backed up, taking big hurried steps until Y/N felt herself hit the counter behind. Bucky’s hands slipped from her butt to the back of her thighs, lifting her and placing her down on the countertop slightly roughly. She immediately spread her legs apart, letting Bucky stand between them. He looked down and groaned, his hoodie ridden so high up it exposed all of her thighs, barely covering what’s in between. 

“Should we feel how wet you are, baby?” Bucky kissed behind Y/N’s ear, licking along the lower of her earlobe. Her soft whimpers contained in her throat resonated in his ears deliciously. “Hmm?”

“S-so wet. So wet. For you.” Y/N panted, feeling Bucky’s hands explore everywhere under her shirt, kneading her breasts. He was everywhere, but she desperately needed him lower.

Bucky took pride in her “for you” and slid his flesh hand down, dipping his middle finger in her heat. He himself moaned at how warm and wet she was, Y/N desperately whimpering, bucking her hips for more. He brought the one finger back up and before he could do anything, Y/N took his hand in hers and directed his finger into her own mouth, sucking harshly making her way from his knuckle to the pad of his finger. Bucky chuckled a low laugh, coming from his abdomen.

“So you’re not going to let me taste you, doll?”

Y/N shook her head repeatedly.

“Because-“ Bucky began lowering his head, large palms rubbing up and down her thighs. He kneeled on the floor. “I’ve been eyeing these delicious legs of yours ever since I saw you in only my hoodie.”

He turned his head to one side, pressing his lips into the plushy inside of Y/N’s thigh. 

Y/N opened her legs for him, begging him to just, dive in to her. She knew Bucky was ever the tease, and she knew he was going to make her work for it. But, he was so close, he was right there, all he needed to was to lean forward.

“Yeah, open up for me baby girl. Let me see how pretty you are.” Bucky licked his lips, his blue irises darkening slightly at the sight of your bare core. Y/N whimpered at the praise, arms reaching up into the hoodie to touch her own breasts. 

“Here, let me.” Bucky said, standing back up. Nothing turned him on more than to rid Y/N of his own hoodie, the larger loose fit revealing her beautiful body concealed underneath it. He pulled it above her head, throwing it on the ground. “Gorgeous.” His eyes trailed up and down her body, drinking in the sight of her.

“Bucky, please.” Y/N whined, the way he looked at her got her dripping wet and she was grinding against the counter to get any type of friction going against her needing center. His eyes flicked to her face.

“But you’re so pretty begging for me doll, don’t you know that?” He sunk back onto his knees, prying Y/N’s knees open once more. He moaned at the sight. There, right in front of him was her glistening cunt, the folds noticeably coated in her arousal, her scent seeping into his nostrils. He had never seen anything more delectable.

“Mhmphn.” Y/N grunted, her face contorted in frustration. “Baby.” Bucky’s deep blue eyes turned upwards to look at her. 

“Please.” She begged, nudging her thigh against Bucky’s cheek.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He leveled his mouth to her clit and stuck his tongue out, giving the sensitive button a hard, slow, long lick.

Y/N arched her back, throwing her head back at the feeling, breathing out. That initial lick was not followed by others, though, as the oven ding’ed once again to signal the cookies were ready.

“Fuck!” Bucky swore, licking his lips. “I’m going to go get those goddamn cookies and after that sweet doll, I’m going to eat that pussy of yours until you forget your own name.” He squeezed her thighs roughly, before standing up violently, turning the oven off and opening the oven door, grabbing the cookie trays one at a time with his metal hand and chucking them aside on the stovetop.

He returned to his spot on the ground, opened Y/N’s legs gently with his flesh hand (he wanted to make sure his metal one had cooled off, scared to burn her), locked eyes with her one last time and stuffed his face into her pussy. They both moaned, Bucky’s tongue running up her slit a couple times to lap up all the slickness and fully taste it. He gave her clit a quick kiss before sucking on it, taking it in between his lips. 

“Fuck, r-right there.” Y/N breathed out, finally feeling an ounce of her desire fulfilled. She brought both her hands to his luscious hair, running her fingers through it. She swiveled her hips, opening her legs as she maintained his head in between them with her hands.

He licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock plumping at the feeling of her hips and legs trembling against his head.

“Oh, Bucky, oh-“ Y/N moaned, face scrunched in pleasure. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, she was getting closer and she tugged on his locks of hair, pulling him closer against her. Bucky groaned into her cunt, sending her clenching her thighs around his head. He loved it. 

He loved having all he can smell, taste and think about Y/N’s pussy. The slight pain at the root of his hairs from being pulled by her spurred him on further, suckling, licking up at her clit just to swivel down to her hole, a mix of her arousal and his spit lapping at her folds. Suddenly, Y/N let go of his head, her hands flying in back of her onto the counter to support her, as her entire body arched backwards.

“I-I’m close baby, baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum - I’m gonna cum-“

Normally, Bucky would have said something filthier to send her over the edge, he liked hearing his name come out of her mouth, but he didn’t dare take his mouth off her. He maintained his pace, lapping against her clit.

“Mhmhmn, Bucky.” She pursed her lips together hard to not scream out. Bucky looked up at her, his girl, saying his name while he made her cum… Y/N caught a glimpse of his deep blue orbs staring up at her and let go, falling back onto her elbows as her orgasm ripped through her.

What a sight, a vision. Bucky’s eyes glued to her, as her head was thrown back, he trailed his eyes from her jaw, breasts, shaking arms and hips, to the legs on both sides of his head. He slowed down the pace of his tongue until she sat back up, bringing him back up to his feet with her hand in his hair.

“Taste yourself.” He whispered through hooded eyelids as he kissed her lips. Y/N giggled tiredly. Bucky turned around to grab a paper towel, wiping the bottom half of his face clean. He leaned against the counter opposite Y/N, grabbed a cookie and grinned at her, who just merely looked at him from on top while catching her breath. 

“Are they good?” She finally managed to ask.

“I’ve had better desserts to eat.” Bucky picked up his hoodie to throw it on Y/N’s shoulders, settling in between Y/N’s legs. He brought a cookie up to her mouth.

“Mhmmm they are good.” Y/N gave a light moan, chewing. “Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what sounds I make for you, just heard them.”

After cleaning up the counter, they set off to brush their teeth once again (Bucky insisted because “Cavities!”) and before they knew it, Y/N was settled comfortably back into his side, with her head on his chest.

Neither needed social media to fall asleep this time.

the mouth and eyes on him I’m——-

my first bucky fic!!! and first really nsfw!!! plz lemme know if u enjoyed it loves x

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #marvel universe fic

[ghosty-schnibibit]

new graduation liveblog! woohoo! *\_^o^_/*

i have almost completely forgotten what happened last ep, likely as a consequence of marathoning through a second listen of tma in two weeks;;;

i’ll figure it out as i go lol, on with the episode!

jesus i forgot how absolutely fucking bonkers this intro was

it's been a couple weeks for me too trav, the refresh is appreciated

someone please draw fitzroy in a link costume, i beg of you

argo brought limes lmao

fish jerky???

clint why has your audio been so shite the last five episodes, it's like the mic is just deciding to fade in and out of its own accord

i'm choosing to think of that nat 20 as going towards the growing friendship between argo and fitz, so not that much of a waste lol

firbolg my sweet son i have no idea what you just said

i love argo so much, thank you for facilitating organic backstory info

oh my boy :'(

aww fitzroy my poor baby :'(

dendra? like rhododendron? is mom the elf then?

"i remember the good gum" fitzroy this is so sad

HOT MINT

oh argo, my poor boy

pfffff, travis this is wonderful dming

fitzroy is me talking to any cat

i am loving this development

... isn't it pronounced like ick-or?

"i'm your little jerky boy!" f i t z r o y

ian, spelled e*h~y*i~a*h~n*n

yes maybe do an insight check

welp, that didn't go too great lmao

clint i cannot hear you at all bud please fix your microphone

so whoever summoned the imps to the hospital is keeping tabs on the gang and wants to keep them from investigating anything, good to know

"i am just a pawn in game of life" mood

ilu ian the cheese imp

i need to go back through my twitter likes and find travis's map

well that's not great :|

"i will not fuck with spider" a wise choice mr. firbolg

the lines between firbolg and justin are blurring and i love it

justin has lost his entire shit lol

argo my sweet boy ilu so much

the good rolls are back :D

bleeeh

jesus christ argo

nice! go firbolg!

GRIP IT AND RIP IT!!!

oh fun, that's a new one :o

fitzroy my dipshit son i love you so much

argo has spells????? oh right water genasi!

oh clint, you really are not meant to be a spell caster my guy

and from the heavens, merle highchurch smiles down in approval at this utterly batshit plan

just watch now there'll be fire in another room

what in the world is this spell fitz

... did they skip room four or was that just room four? i am confused

wouldn't it be prudent to maybe investigate why the imps have avoided this room???

i just got the worst vicarious bad texture feeling of my life, fuck cotton balls, i hate them so much

well that was badass

"be like the wind my boy" i love snippers with my entire heart

... clint where did you hear the word pie???

IT'S THE SEEING EYE HAWK FROM THE BAR

i am very intrigued to see what is up with this nice brouch

"i want a lollipop" me too fitz me too

... why does he want the mercury??? what are you planning justin

green ones are very good

argo why do you need arsenic

yes maybe take a health kit

another week of no ad break??? wtf is going on, i am worried

SNEAK ATTACK

argo is just murdering the shit out of so many imps

it was ick-or in balance, it can be eye-cor in graduation lmao

WELL THAT'S BAD

what the fuck is a chain devil? oh fuck i've googled it and it looks creepy as shit

jesus argo has just been wrecking shop this entire time, damn

now's a good time to burn it to be fair

months??? is what the fuck

i have a strong feeling that this guy is absolutely bluffing 

yup, called it, there we go

HADOUKEN

nice! go fitz :D

doesn't tie go to the hitter?

oh fuck, this guy is beefy

awww, best buddies c:

fitzroy loves his buddies and wants to protect them

oh that's fine! that's okay! not a bad chaos roll

well that was a good move

nice! go firbolg buddy :D

i do not know what this reference is travis

this guy has gotta go down soon

that was the softest and most put upon sigh from travis

well this battle has taken a sudden very bad turn

NICE! go argo :D

god damn, the dnd gods have decided clint gets all the best rolls to make up for "the late merle highchurch rolled a five"

jesus griffin

loving all the ice themed spells this ep

well this is quite bad!!!

travis please don't kill my favorite boy

thank goodness

JESUS FUCK THIS IS GOING TO TPK THEM

oh thank fucking god firbolg

yes, give them a place to chill out, these poor boys

that was so bad travis, ilu but these are so bad

buckminster!!!

.... huh. okay. so buckminster's being charmed, this is very bad.

you're looking for enchantment there fitz

so it just ends there????? travis why must you do this to me

end of episode thoughts: 

i am extremely worried for my boys, especially fitzroy. getting such a stark reminder that bad things are happening to the people around them in the last four minutes of what was otherwise a fairly lighthearted episode really threw me for a loop, but in a way that makes me eager to see what travis has planned.

see you guys again soon!

#taz #taz graduation #the adventure zone #taz spoilers #ghosty liveblogs taz

[starksnack]

My best bab @withstarryeyes and I did a fic swap. She wrote the dialogue and I based a story around it. Hope you like it C!! Thanks to @wing-heads for the beta

Starting Over From The End // Stony // 2k //TW: Bullying, Blood mentions, vague mentions to past homophobia // Read it on AO3

Tony Stark was not new to the ‘getting the shit kicked out of him’ club. He lay on the sticky tile by his locker, praying for death and cheeseburgers as Justin Hammer introduced his fancy Louboutin sneakers to Tony’s million-dollar smile. It was just another Thursday he decided as the fluorescent lights blinked in and out of his vision.

“Dude, what the fuck? Get away from him.”

And there was Captain Perfect Ass here to save the day with his earnest blue eyes and coconut-sized biceps. With hair spun of gold like Midas had felt his head up, Steve Rogers yanked Hammer away from Tony, dark brows pulled over his stormy eyes.

“It’s fine!” Tony rolled his eyes, flopping onto his front to push himself up. If Hammer didn’t beat the crap out of him now, he would just come by and do it later. Tony didn’t have time in his plans to reschedule his weekly bullying. There were no fucks left to give. “Just leave it.”

Hammer was just upset that Howard had recently scored a military contract for Stark Enterprises that Hammer Industries had been gunning for. He’d probably get over it within the week and find something else to beat Tony up for. It was a dance that Tony had long since gotten used to considering Hammer’s parents could pay off the school, and Howard didn’t care enough to get involved in Tony’s life.

“You heard the nerd,” Hammer sneered, brave enough to go toe to toe with an absolute unit like Steve. Even Tony didn’t have the balls to face the peak of male perfection. “Just leave it.”

But of course, Mr. Big Blond and Busty refused to relocate himself and his massive rack. Tony sighed, pulling himself to his feet just as Steve was pointedly saying, “I will not just leave it, move away before I make you.”

Wrong thing to say. Tony leaned against his locker, recognizing the fury in Steve’s eyes. He’d had that look directed at him once upon a time. He grabbed his mechanical physics textbook out of his locker, slamming the door shut with a resounding crack that had both Steve and Hammer looking up.

Quick to get back to intimidation mode, Hammer balled his hands into fists, thumb on the inside. Maybe those weak punches would work on a runt like Tony but on someone as bulky as Steve? Hammer was about to end up in the ER with broken bones and split knuckles. Karma was a bitch.

“You’re gonna make me leave?” He taunted before turning and thumping Tony in the chest in what looked passably amicable. “We’re friends, right nerd?”

Tony crossed his arms over his chest, pain pulling at his abdomen. He was sure to have a painting of purpling bruises across his pale skin tonight, but he didn’t need Steve fighting his battles for him. They hadn’t been on the same side for a long time. “Right.”

Steve, always quick to be the righteous asshole in the room, planted himself like a tree and stood his ground. “I said leave.”

“Fine.” Hammer rolled his eyes, shooting Tony a dirty look that promised more pain later. Great, maybe Bruce would let him hide out in the supply closet he used as a panic room for the rest of the week. Tony blew Hammer a sarcastic kiss as the asshole left with a “bye, dweebs.”

Steve turned to watch him go and Tony took that as a cue to turn the corner while he was distracted and sprint down the hall. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Steve Rogers, the asshole that broke his heart just as senior year was starting. They were so close to graduating and then Tony could avoid his perfect pale ass like nobody’s business from the comfort of his dorm room at MIT.

The squeaking of shoes down the hall told Tony that Steve was in hot pursuit, but like a gazelle fearing for its life and delicate feelings, Tony sprinted down the hall fearing for his life and delicate feelings. He turned a corner into the stairwell, headed to the parking lot where his car was haphazardly parked in the back of the lot.

Shit, the exterior door was locked. It was part of Principal Fury’s new initiative to cut down on smoking. What a Debbie Downer. Tony thumped his head against the metal door as Steve slowed to a stop beside him.

Double shit. The stairwell was empty. If Steve really were here to break his heart a second time, there would be no one to hear Tony’s screams as he died of embarrassment. It was probably for the best, he was told his screams resembled that of a dying bus fighting a chain-smoking leaf blower.

“Are you hurt?” Concern was not what he expected, but it was better than an all-out yelling match. Tony took a deep breath, trying to slow his breathing as he really thought about if he was hurt or not.

There was a lot to be hurt about. Justin Hammer using him as a punching bag, Steve breaking his heart eight months ago, the impending end of life on earth as they marched closer to oblivion. Tony shrugged. It could be worse, at least he was here, in high school. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Alright, well,” Steve scratched the back of his neck, a hopeful smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Tony immediately beat down the butterflies fluttering in his rib cage with a bug zapper. “I have to meet Nat. Would you like to join?”

“Uh… no.” Nat was one of the friends Tony convinced himself he didn’t want to keep in touch with after Steve left him in the dust to pursue popularity and football. Tony didn’t want to be tempted to ask their mutual friends about how Steve was doing so the only person he didn’t push away, on pain of death, was his science bro, Brucie-bear. “I don’t think it would be a good idea. But would you tell her I said hi?”

“No,” Steve said firmly and Tony resisted the urge to flinch back. With a firm hand around his wrist, Steve led him out of the stairwell and further away from freedom. Tony resisted the urge to let out a sad sigh. “But if you come with, you can tell her yourself.”

Tony frowned. This almost seemed like an olive branch. He wiped his wet mouth, feeling a twinge of pain as his fingers came away bloody. He had to look like an absolute mess. “I can’t stay long.”

“Didn’t expect you to.” Steve smiled, blue eyes bright as the sky and deep as the ocean as he passed a glance down Tony’s body. It wasn’t the kind of checking out that Tony wanted though. Steve was looking for injuries. “Are you sure you aren’t hurt?”

“It’s not anything I can’t handle,” Tony shrugged. He passed a hand across his stomach without wincing. He deserved an Oscar for that alone, Hammer was brutal when he was jealous.

“If I take you to meet Nat and you’re bleeding like that she’s gonna think I caused it.” Steve eyed Tony’s split lip pointedly, digging a tissue out of his bookbag. “Can I?”

Wiping blood off his lip was a surprisingly intimate move. Wasn’t Steve worried he would catch cooties or some immature bullshit like that? Tony hesitated, waiting for the punchline. “...Alright?”

“You’ll let me know if I hurt you?” Steve had an earnest expression written across his features, so Tony decided that maybe his ex-best friend wasn’t out to get him today.

“Sure.” Tony sat down at a bench by the bathrooms and Steve sat beside him. He was silent as Steve carefully wiped the blood off his chin, focused in a way Tony had never seen him before.

Without warning, Steve grabbed the hem of his shirt and before Tony could stop him, his AC/DC graphic tee was being lifted to expose his bruised midsection. Steve made an angry noise, almost like a growl, in the back of his throat as he splayed a hand across the hard ridges of Tony’s stomach. “Who was that guy?”

Tony ignored the way Steve was feeling him up, too tired to fight and make a sexual innuendo that would surely have Steve running for the hills. “Didn’t you hear him? A friend.”

Steve’s brows were pulled together, blue eyes almost black with fury as he fixed Tony with a hard glare. “He’s not your friend.”

“No shit…” Tony rolled his eyes, painfully yanking his shirt away from Steve’s grip. He stood up before Steve could reach for him again. “But he’s not much of a bother. I mean, he’s not usually that bad.”

Steve rose to his feet, heading down the hall. He got a couple of steps away, before turning and gesturing for Tony to follow. With nothing better to do, Tony complied, running down the hallway to catch up. Steve’s voice was dark as he asked, “What’s he usually like? Too dumb to hit a moving object?”

“Nah,” Tony shrugged nonchalantly as Steve pulled open the door to the Sports Med room. “Just too large to catch me.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a plastic bag off a shelf and filling it with ice. Dispensing a handful of paper towels, Steve held it to Tony’s stomach, careful not to press too hard and hurt Tony further. They sat together in the comfortable silence of the classroom, looking out the window together at the cars in the parking lot.

Steve smelled the same as always, like Irish soap, bike polish, and the American dream. Sitting in the empty class with him, Tony was reminded of that time they hid in an empty classroom for hours, hiding from their friends and an aggressive game of Would You Rather? They had spent hours sitting together, talking about nothing. The sports on tv, the recent bumfuck election, their futures.

Clearly, Steve’s mind was on the same train of thought because mumbled words were falling past his lips, almost too scared to break the comfortable silence. “I... don’t you miss this?”

“What, getting beat up?” Tony asked sarcastically. Steve was the one who threw their friendship away. All because he got beefy and decided he was too good to hang out with a fairy like Tony.

“No..” Steve’s perfect brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to get all his thoughts together. Tony knew the feeling. “Us getting along. Not having it be so hard all the time to just…”

“Get ourselves into trouble?” Tony suggested, just to be an insufferable asshole. It was nothing compared to how shitty Steve had made him feel.

“Forget it,” Steve sighed, frustrated as he looked toward the door.

“No!” Tony could swallow his pride enough to admit he missed Steve. Missed their late-night adventures in the woods, missed skinny dipping at the community center after hours, missed pizza picnics in the park and truth or dare, and sharing cotton candy at Coney Island. He missed Steve so fucking much it hurt. “I mean, uh, yeah; I miss this. A lot.”

“Does this mean you forgive me?” Steve’s voice was quiet, tentative in a way that Tony had never heard as he looked up at Tony with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Tony cocked an eyebrow. “Is that an apology?” As far as apologies went, Steve honestly could have done a little bit better. Though Tony had already forgiven him. Probably since the moment he stepped up and stood up for him against Hammer.

“No,” Steve stumbled over his words, an admittedly adorable blush spreading across his face as he looked up at Tony through dark blond lashes. “I mean kinda. But there’ll be more.”

Tony grinned at Steve, bright as the sun, heart swelling as Steve hesitated before smiling back at him, just as happy.

“It means… maybe I’m willing to see what the apology is.”

#tony stark #steve rogers #stony #stevetony #marvel #superhusbands #starksnack writes #I love c #withstarryeyes #softboitony #fic swap #together

[natsora]

OC Aesthetics Meme

Tagged by @starsandskies Thank you!!

Tagging: @rpgwarrior4824 @vorchagirl @ma-sulevin @thealexmachina No  Obligations

I’ve done it for Riley Shepard, so I’m doing this for Nat Trevelyan.  art by @seokanori​

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt.Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips.Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders.Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks.  White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ash Blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full  sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and  there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing.  Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings.  Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue  piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel  bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel  piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse.Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift.  Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset.Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

#OC Aesthetics Meme #Nat Trevelyan

[evildeen]

little talks

My Beefy Bucky Birthday Exchange ( @beefybuckyswap) for @therothwoman! It’s a whole bunch of fluff with a pinch of angst (or maybe the other way around?). Hope you like it! c:

Brooklyn, NYC Steve’s apartment 5:51 AM

Who knew Captain America snored so badly?

Bucky left Steve to his horrendous snoring after being woken up by the hibernating bear not once, not twice, but four times throughout the course of the night. Sorry there’s only one bed, Steve said when they first started crashing here. I’ll take the couch.

Which was stupid. Steve barely fit on the couch. So Bucky took the couch, at first, then realized he was hardly sleeping anyway (being cryofrozen for six months in Wakanda seemed to be affecting his sleep, and he refused to acknowledge anything else as the culprit). For the past few nights they sat up in bed together talking until they both fell asleep. That was all fine and good until Steve got so deep asleep that he started sounding like a freight train.

Steve snored on and on, kind of sounding like he was drowning. Bucky decided in that moment, if he ever came across a time machine (which was entirely possible with The Way Things Were), he’d go back in time to the science team that made Captain America and make sure they added No Snoring, Ever to the super soldier serum.

They’d spent a week in this Brooklyn apartment. A little R&R, Steve called it. For six months, Bucky stayed in cryo before Steve and T’challa woke him up with news that they found the red Hydra book that contained all of the Winter Soldier’s secrets. They thought it might put Bucky at ease to destroy the Soldier’s trigger words and let Bucky decide to do with the rest. In some ways, it did, but with Hydra it was always something--which was why when Tony Stark offered an olive branch to get Steve leads on Hydra’s whereabouts, Bucky decided he was in for the fight, too.

Turning onto his side, Bucky propped up his head with his hand and watched Steve snore for a minute or two, somewhat relieved that his distressingly handsome friend could look so ugly while he slept. Last night, they sat up laughing and talking, and it had been ages--years, he feared--since Bucky allowed himself to laugh so freely. At first, the motions felt almost foreign to him, like riding a bike again for the first time since being a kid.  Turns out, he missed being able to smile like he used to--like he really meant it. And he did, now, here in Brooklyn with Steve.

Two years on the run, being alone, squatting in an abandoned apartment, dumpster diving, making barely enough money selling scrap metal and doing odd jobs to get by, took a different kind of toll on him. He wasn’t living--he was surviving. It wasn’t Hydra but it wasn’t good, either. Bucky dragged a hand over his face and ignored the tiny nagging thought that things weren’t “the way they were,” and that fighting Hydra meant a different kind of servitude. But Bucky had a lot to atone for.

Bucky’s eyes drifted from Steve to the faint outline of the shield stowed behind one of the curtains. Tony returned the shield, and Steve accepted it, but immediately tucked it out of sight. The mantle of Captain America left a bad taste in his mouth, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. It showed in the way he looked at it warily, distrustfully--touched it like it would explode on him.

“Steve.”

Bucky pushed on Steve's shoulder. The man stirred, rolled onto his back, and continued breathing with his mouth open. A faint skein of drool scaled from the corner of his mouth to the pillow.

“Ah, geez. Come on, man.”

Bucky tap tap tap tapped Steve on the forehead with his metal finger. Steve reacted by scrunching up his face and muttering “butterfingers.” So Bucky escalated his attempts at waking him by flinging off the covers and placing his full metal hand on Steve's bare chest.

Steve’s eyes flung open and he shot up straight in bed. “Jesus, Bucky!”

“I was checking for signs of life.”

Steve pressed his palms into his eyes and rubbed. It wasn’t like him to sleep in late like this. Usually both of them were up and moving by five. “Sorry,” Steve mumbled.

“For what? You needed the sleep, man.”

“We gotta meet at seven for a mission brief at Avengers Tower.”

“Seven? Seven? In the morning?”

“Yeah.” Steve sat up and grabbed his pillow, tossed it at Bucky’s face. “We’re supposed to go on a recon mission, you know.”

“Ooooo,” Bucky said, the pillow sitting on his face and muffling him. “I thought recon missions would be beneath the great Captain America.”

“Buck,” Steve said. Bucky moved the pillow away and stared up at him with a smirk. “We talked about this. I’m not--”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re not Captain America anymore. Until you start acting like you’re retired, or you find a replacement--you’re not Captain America. I don’t make the rules.”

Steve folded his arms, inhaled as if to say something, before Bucky sat up and interrupted him. “If you’re so-called retired, then you’ll let me go to the meeting without you. How’s that?”

“But--”

“You can do some ‘retired’ ‘stuff,’” Bucky made air quotes with his fingers, “while I’m gone.”

---

“People hate pigeons, you know.”

Bucky smiled and turned his head to one side so Sam couldn’t see. Then he tossed another handful of breadcrumbs onto the sidewalk for the gaggle of pigeons that gathered to feast. “Yeah, I know.” A particularly fat pigeon body checked a smaller pigeon away from some crumbs and Bucky chuckled out loud. “You don’t, though.”

“Anyway,” Sam said, clearly ready to change the subject, “I didn’t call you to a secret meeting in Prospect Park for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t have shown up for nothing.”

Sam folded in his lips for a second as if physically holding in a snide remark. “It’s about Steve.”

“Of course it is.”

Sam sat back on the park bench and lifted his head to the sky, mere inches from wanting to hit Bucky in the face. “This is serious. He’s spent the whole week putting out fires when he said he was supposed to be spending time with,” and Sam made sure to roll his eyes so Bucky could see, “you.”

Scrunching up his face, Bucky folded his hands in his lap and nudged a pigeon away from pecking his shoe. “Oh.”

“He doesn’t know how to be anything but Captain America. What did he even do before the war?”

The question was probably rhetorical, but the answer still made sense. “Get into fights, mostly. Read a book. Fight the book.”

Sam laughed and it surprised him to laugh at that, so he covered his face with his hand and settled down enough to bring up his next point: “Steve thought finding you would let things fall into place.”

Bucky snorted. The irony wasn’t lost on either of them, as Bucky turned his head toward Sam, he saw a matching bitter smile on the other man’s face. “Well, that was a mistake,” Bucky said.

“You’re kind of a mess, yeah.”

Bucky shoved Sam, and Sam shoved him back. For a second they were just shoving each other on a park bench until Sam hissed fuck you and scared enough pigeons that they all took off at once in a mess of loose feathers and pigeon trills.

Both of them sighed in unison and hated themselves for it, then Sam folded his arms and nudged Bucky with an elbow. “I’ve tried--believe me--to get him to let me in, but Steve swears up and down nothing’s wrong.”

“He does that.”

“Can you try?”

“Sam… if he won’t talk to you…” Bucky shook his head. “I’ve been trying way longer to get Steve to open up.”

“That bad, huh?”

“He’s the worst.”

“Well… I’ll keep trying if you will.”

“Deal.”

---

Bucky could smell whatever Steve had done to the kitchen from halfway down the stairs.

“I bet you twenty bucks Steve had to use the fire extinguisher,” Bucky said to Sam.

“You’re on.”

Bucky opened the door and fully expected to get hit in the face with a wall of smoke, but the apartment was surprisingly devoid of any fires or smoke damage.

“I made lunch!” Steve announced. He had plates out on the breakfast bar for the three of them and he was wearing an apron that was suspiciously clean. “How was the meeting?”

Sam shrugged one shoulder, sat down at the counter and eyed the plate in front of him. “It went well. Nat is taking the lead and she told us to stay home.”

Taking the seat next to Sam, Bucky twisted on the swivel stool back and forth and kept watching Steve with a little too much interest.

“What?” Steve finally asked.

“Nothin. So what’s this?” Bucky motioned toward their plates.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches. And there was supposed to be tomato soup, but I accidentally cut open the can and--nevermind.”

“What happened to that one?” Sam pointed at the sandwich that looked like a piece of charcoal.

“That one’s mine. I--uh--forgot to turn it over.”

Bucky picked up his sandwich and took a bite. Toasted bread with half-melted cheese in the middle, but Bucky wasn’t picky. Sam ate his too and Steve added a lot of ketchup to dip his charred sandwich in.

“So Nat’s gonna do the recon solo,” Steve said between bites. “Tony texted me some updates earlier about the warehouse. Something about stolen vibranium and--”

“Steve,” Sam interrupted. “We got this.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over it,” Bucky said.

As if on cue, Steve’s phone started ringing from the living room. Sam looked at Bucky, but Bucky was way ahead of him--he practically jumped out of his seat, shoved Steve out of the way, and dove over the back of the couch to grab the phone.

“Who’s calling?” Steve asked, still a little stunned and clueless as to why Bucky shoved him.

“Doesn’t matter! You’re on vacation!” Bucky held up the phone and tried to crush it with his hand. “What the--” The phone casing barely even bent against the pressure of his fingers. Bucky’s eyes went a little wide. What the hell kind of cell phone was this?

“Give it back!” Steve was on top of him leaned over the couch and grabbing for the phone before Bucky could slip away.

“Barnes! It’s a fuckin’ Nokia! Over here!”

Bucky  lobbed the phone over Steve and Sam caught it. He was in the kitchen and shoving the phone in the microwave before Steve could get to him. Sam hit the one minute button, and it was all over.

“You just--microwaved my phone--”

“Yeah, your super soldier phone.” Bucky looked down at his metal hand, unfamiliar with the idea that he couldn’t crush stuff with it. “I thought your phone was from the late 90s. Why’s it so strong?”

“Nokias, man,” is all Sam said, a little reverent, as Steve’s phone melted in the microwave. He hummed Amazing Grace as Bucky and Steve joined him to watch the phone melt. It caught fire, which prompted a frantic search for the fire extinguisher, and to this day Sam swears Bucky owes him twenty bucks because Steve didn’t use it while cooking lunch.

---

“Sam says we gotta watch at least two movies off the list while he’s gone,” Bucky instructed Steve as they settled down on the couch. Sam left after lunch to pick up his cousin from the airport, who was apparently visiting the city since Sam wasn’t working or on the other side of the world for the first time in a while.

“You pick,” said Steve. “I’ve already watched some.”

All they had was a piece of paper ripped out of a notebook with movie titles and release years, and only a few of them had notes from Sam. Independence Day had “THE BEST!!!” written next to it, which made it an obvious choice.

“Plus it takes place on your birthday,” Bucky added. It took approximately fifteen minutes for them to figure out how to turn on the surround sound system and queue up the movie.

“Wait,” Steve said after a while. “Isn’t your birthday coming up?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. He had his legs curled up under him and he leaned against the back of the couch with his arm stretched out behind Steve. He hadn’t actually noticed he’d put his arm there until that very second. “Uh,” he said, “I think so, yeah.”

“The 10th! That’s in two days, Buck. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I dunno. I thought we’d be out on a recon mission so it didn’t seem important.”

“I’m gonna call Sam--” Steve paused and let out a sigh. “Can I borrow your phone? Mine was set on fire and melted.”

---

Steve wouldn’t tell Bucky what he talked to Sam about, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with his birthday and some sort of secret plans for going out on the town. Steve grinned at him as they got into the taxi to meet up with Sam and his cousin.

“Remember all those times you made me go out when I didn’t want to?” Steve asked.

“No, not at all. I knew you wanted to go out, you were just too chickenshit about it.”

Steve swatted at Bucky’s arm. “Consider this payback.”

They met up at a cocktail bar near Times Square. The place was dark inside and small, and it only took them a second to find Sam and his cousin sitting at a table by the front windows. Sam got up to greet them.

“Hey, man.” Sam hugged Steve and looked at Bucky. “Hey.”

“Hi,” said Bucky, peering over Sam’s shoulder at his cousin who was staring at them with wide eyes.

“This is my cousin Mel,” Sam introduced. “Mel, this is--”

“Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Nice to meet you!”

Steve and Bucky shook hands with Mel and sat down across from her. Bucky felt a little silly--maybe because this was his first time meeting anybody outside of the immediate circle of the Avengers--and he was terrified he’d have nothing to talk about with Mel. She explained that she was studying computer science at MIT and had come into town on spring break. She seemed rather shy around Steve and Bucky, but Sam assured her over and over again that she needn’t trouble herself with acting a certain way around them.

Bucky could have ordered a cocktail, but everything sounded weird (gentian bitters? The fuck?) and why bother with anything fancy when he could just order whiskey?

And drink three of them?

“Oooo, Sammy, take us dancing,” Mel said when they left the cocktail bar. “I wanna dance!”

“I’m too old for that shit, Mel. And these two--”

“I’ll go dancing,” said Bucky. Steve’s head whipped around to glare at him. “It’s only been, what, sixty years?”

“You’re really milking this whole ‘it’s your birthday’ thing, aren’t you, Buck?” Steve grumbled. “All right. Let’s go dancing.”

---

The club Sam and Mel picked out was loud and dark and smelled like sweat and old cigarettes. It was so loud that Bucky could almost forgot about the smell. People didn’t dance like they used to, he knew, but this was something else entirely--bright lights and fake smoke, bodies colliding and moving, drinks spilling and shouting over the loud bass.

“I hope you’re happy,” Bucky said to Sam at the bar, which was only slightly less loud and aggravating as the dance floor. “I can’t dance to this music, and yet Steve’s out there dancing his ass off.”

“Happy birthday, Barnes,” Sam replied with a chuckle, and slid him a beer. “On me.”

“Thanks.” They pushed their way to the edge of the dance floor, and Bucky could see Steve and Mel dancing together in the crowd. While part of him resented how quickly Steve took to this “dancing,” Bucky was actually quite pleased that Steve finally enjoyed dancing. That is--until Mel started grinding on Steve.

“You’re not jealous, are you, Barnes?”

Bucky took a long drink from his beer and Sam was like a shark smelling blood.

“What’s with the long face, huh?”

“For your information, I’ve danced with Steve before, and it’s nothing to write home about.”

Sam almost doubled over laughing. “You what? You danced with Steve? Who lead?”

“I was teaching Steve how to lead, so I was the dame--y’know what, fuck you Sam.”

They both drank long swigs from their drinks.

Mel eventually dragged Steve over to them. They both looked sweaty and tired. “Sammy! I wanna go to the next club!”

“I think I’ve had enough dancing for one night,” Steve said, and even he was still catching his breath.

“Fine, fine. One more vodka Redbull for the road, then.”

“That’ll kill you, Sam,” Bucky warned him.

“Worse things have tried. Bye.” He hugged Steve. “Bye, Barnes.” He thought about hugging Bucky, but instead just awkwardly patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice meeting you,” Bucky said to Mel. Mel hugged him, then Steve.

“We gotta hang out again before I leave. Okay? Promise?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said with a small smile. “Promise. Maybe you can teach me how to dance.”

“Oooo.” Mel winked at him. “I’d love to.”

---

They hadn’t walked more than a block from the club when Steve reached out and grabbed Bucky by the hand. “Hey, I’m sorry if--”

“Sorry? Shut up. You were great back there. I’ve never seen you dance before.” Bucky ignored how hot his face felt with Steve holding his hand.

Steve stopped Bucky from walking and stepped in front of him, that earnest concerned crease in his brow that looked annoying and cute all at once. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Jesus, Rogers. Of course not. I had fun. Did you?”

“Yeah--I--Mel’s cute--uhm--”

It didn’t normally take a lot for Steve to get so flustered that he couldn’t form a sentence, but it did surprise Bucky when Steve bent down and kissed him on the mouth.

Bucky made a muffled sound of surprise against the kiss, his whole body stiffening up, and he put his hands on Steve’s chest and meant to push him back, but he didn’t.

“Sorry,” Steve murmured when he pulled back.

“Would you quit saying that?” Bucky could taste a hint of mint on his lips from the cocktail Steve had even though it was hours ago, or maybe he was just imagining it. “You’re--such an idiot, Steve. God.” Bucky grabbed a fistful of Steve’s shirt and pulled him in for another kiss, just to try it again, see if it felt like his feet had left the ground again.

Steve made a noise Bucky never heard him make before, something deep in his chest, then he yanked his lips away. “We, uh, should head back.”

“Oh. Okay.” Bucky said it almost like a question, an invitation.

“I mean, if you want. It’s your, uhm, birthday night--thing.”

Bucky flicked his tongue over his lips and knew for sure he tasted mint. He inhaled sharply and grinned at Steve. “Let’s not go back yet. You wanna get milkshakes first?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

---

“Sorry about before,” Steve watched as Bucky grabbed the cherry off the top of his vanilla shake. “I didn’t mean to--”

“I swear to God, if you apologize one more time, I’m gonna kick your ass.” Bucky’s face burned. He couldn’t say it out loud--that he liked the fact Steve kissed him--because nothing made any goddamn sense right now and he didn’t want to think too much about it.

“It’s just… I’ve had a little more time for thinking lately, and… When I was dancing I got this, I dunno, feeling?”

“Feelings? From Steve Rogers? No.” Bucky’s words oozed with sarcasm because it was so, so much easier to torment Steve than it was for him to let him continue.

“Yeah. You know what? Nevermind. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Cool. Okay. It’s all right. I mean, I--” Bucky shrugged, ate a couple of spoonfuls of his banana milkshake. His face might as well have caught fire at this point, and it would have been a welcome release from the feelings that wanted to explode out of his chest. He realized why it was so hard for him or Steve to talk about their feelings--they either allowed for mutual silent understanding or they called each other names until nobody wanted to open up. So Bucky tried being open. “It’s cool if you want to kiss, or whatever.” He failed.

Steve nodded at him, his eyes getting narrow. He opened his mouth as if to say something, talked himself out of it, and went back to drinking his shake.

“We just have some shit to figure out,” Bucky said after a minute of soul crushing silence. “You and your friends, the shield… me with the…” Bucky tapped the side of his head. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

Steve was still silent.

“Unless you think it is.”

“I dunno. I don’t have any good ideas.”

They both smiled bitter, self-deprecating smiles. They drank two milkshakes each and eventually waddled back to the apartment. Steve said he’d take the couch, but Bucky didn’t want to sleep alone that night, and neither did Steve. As Bucky settled in beside Steve, Steve took his metal hand in his and interlaced their fingers. They laid like that in silence for a few minutes, Bucky’s head buzzing with all kinds of thoughts like: was this really happening? Did he want this to happen? How long had Steve thought about doing that? Since Bucky got back? Before the war?

“Remember in Independence Day when the guy punches the alien in the face and says ‘welcome to earth’?” Steve asked completely out of the blue.

Bucky snickered. “Yeah.”

“That’s the kind of birthday I want.”

“Punching aliens in the face?”

“Yeah. I mean… I think I wanna keep doing what I was doing. Being Captain America.”

“Oh.” Well, shit. Bucky turned his head and looked at Steve, really looked at him, maybe figured deep down it was the only way Steve knew how to be. Maybe that was okay, maybe it wasn’t. “You’re too young to retire, anyway.”

“Shut up,” Steve chuckled.

“Make me.”

So Steve kissed him again, much bolder this time, and maybe things didn’t have to make perfect sense for them right now, but at least Bucky knew that he and Steve made sense. Kissing Steve sparked something in him he barely recognized, and he felt more alive than he had in a long time. Almost as carefree and weightless and happy as the time him and Steve went to a Yankees game together. They drank milkshakes that night, too. 

This was good, and Steve was good, and Bucky relished in the sensation of their lips touching and the way Steve kept holding his hand. For now, this was enough. Steve was enough. They’d sort the rest later.

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[talatomaz]

hi:) can you clarify what u mean by beefy! ??? i’m just a little confused lol

beefy basically means someone who’s quite muscular / has muscular arms or legs. i.e. when i say beefy!nat or beefy!yelena, i have these images in mind

#s: replied #c: anon #c: beefy!nat #c: beefy!yelena #i’m basically h word for a woman who’s stronger than me