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[navybrat817]

Not-So-Secret Santa

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky wants to give you the perfect gift. Word Count: 1,454 Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Alpine makes an appearance.  This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

For @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ @starlightcrystalline​ Merry Hoemas Challenge and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ @sagechanoafterdark​ Holiday/Winter Challenge! Thank you for hosting! I used Secret Santa for this quick holiday fluff. Enjoy, lovelies!  Divider by @firefly-graphics​

"I think that should do it," Bucky said as he finished wrapping your small gift.

"Meow."

Bucky sighed as he looked at Alpine. "You try wrapping a gift with this and we'll talk," he said, holding up his vibranium hand.

"Meow."

"It's not the same as handling a M249. A gun and a gift are totally different," he argued, sighing again as his cat went over and nuzzled his forehead. "I just want it to be nice."

Bucky was ecstatic when he drew your name for Secret Santa. That excitement quickly faded to panic because what could he get you to show how much he cared? Everyone jotted down ideas, but he wanted your gift to be extra special. 

"And this? What do you think?" he asked, gesturing to the ugly sweater. Everyone had to wear them.

Alpine looked at it for a moment before he pawed at the left sleeve. 

"Oh, yeah," Bucky said, taking a few moments to get rid of the sleeve so his full arm could be shown. "Much better. And look, a new toy for you."

Alpine accepted the sleeve, purring in contentment. 

"Wish me luck?"

"Meow meow."

"Thanks, Al."

"What is this again?" Bucky asked as you handed him the mug.

"Hot chocolate and Rumchata," you told him. "It's delicious. Trust me."

"I trust you, doll," he promised, taking a sip when you smiled more. He didn't trust many to give him a drink without him watching it be prepared. Years of abuse made him cautious. But he trusted you. "Wow. That's...really good."

"I knew you'd like it," you said proudly. 

Bucky could have taken a sip of sludge and it would have been worth it to see you smile. He was so far gone for you. Steve and Sam were certainly tired of him pining over you. Maybe tonight would change it. "And you did a nice job with the decorations."

"Thanks. I didn't want to go overboard. That's Tony's job," you teased. 

He knew you put a lot of time and effort into making the party nice for everyone. It paid off. "It's perfect," he swore. "Like you," he thought.

"Thanks, Bucky," you said, gazing at him. It looked like you wanted to say more before Tony stopped you. 

"C'mon, kids. Time for Secret Santa," he said, pulling you away. 

Bucky pushed down the jealous feeling when he saw Tony's arm wrap around your waist. He was just being friendly. And after everything, he was lucky to be in the man's good graces. Still, he wanted it to be his arm around you. He wondered if you'd prefer his real or metal arm.

"Bucky, will you sit next to me?" you called out as you pulled away from Tony to grab a bowl from the gift table. Everything was there, waiting to be opened.

Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Yeah. Sure," he said. 

"You're preening like a peacock," Sam commented as he walked by.

"Shut up," Bucky mumbled before he took a seat and carefully set the mug down. Maybe he was. You could have asked Steve or anyone else to sit by you, but you asked him.

Once everyone sat down, you took a folded piece of paper from the bowl. "Everyone will draw a number from the bowl and we'll open the gifts in order. Each person gets to guess who their Secret Santa is."

"Any prize if we guess on the first try?" Clint asked.

"The gift is your prize," you teased, passing the bowl to Bucky. 

He took his number before giving the bowl to Steve. He looked at the presents, anxiously waiting as everyone drew their numbers and took their turns. He just wanted to get to yours. 

"A 365-day calendar of dad jokes? And Poo-Pourri? Really?" Tony asked after opening his.

"The store hireling assured me that these were amusing gifts for the masses," Thor said as if no one could hear him.

"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say Point Break got me this gift."

"How did you guess?" Thor asked, making everyone laugh as they moved on to the next. 

"Bucky?" you asked, nodding to his bobbing knee. "Did you need to get some air?" you added quietly enough not to draw attention. 

"I'm fine, doll," he said. He could take out an entire compound without breaking a sweat, but you opening a gift in front of everyone made him nervous.

You accepted his answer as you looked at the paper in his hand. "It's your turn."

He got up and glanced at the remaining presents, looking at the tags so he could choose his. His gift was wrapped in beautiful, silver snowflake paper. He almost felt bad ruining the wrapping as he sat back down and opened it. You looked particularly interested when he removed the box lid.

"What is it?" Steve asked curiously. 

"Two tickets to the new space exhibit," Bucky answered, thinking of the Stark Expo from all those years ago. The future looked so different back then. "This is great," he added before he saw something else in the box. 

"There's more?" Sam asked. 

Bucky gingerly picked up the picture frame, looking at it with a smile, before he showed it to the group. It was a photo of him holding Alpine. That was the first time in a long time he felt happy. He didn't even know the photo was taken, but it was a cherished memory. It meant a lot that someone captured it. 

"It looks like someone put a lot of thought into your gifts," Natasha said, sipping her beer and giving him a pointed look.

Bucky didn't have to guess who it was. Something like this had to come from you. "Thanks, doll."

"You're welcome," you smiled. "You mentioned how excited you were for the exhibit. And I know Alpine is your partner in crime," you said.

"I thought I was your partner in crime?" Steve asked.

"I thought I was," Sam argued. 

"We all know it's Alpine," you said, ending the friendly banter. "...You really like them?"

The look on your face was hopeful and he couldn't help but stare. "I love them. Thank you."

You looked relieved and he wondered why. It didn't matter what gift you gave him. It would have been wonderful because it came from you.

"I guess it's my turn," you said as you stood up.

Bucky held his breath when you picked up the small box and sat back down. He almost said he'd take it back if you hated it. And almost apologized for the poor wrapping as you opened it. 

"Oh, my god," you whispered as you took out the pendant from the box.

"I...thought we had a spending cap," Clint said.

"Clint," Nat whispered.

"That clearly cost more than-"

"Clint!" she snapped, smacking his thigh.

You didn't seem to notice as you were too busy admiring your necklace. You told him once you liked his White Wolf nickname. After a lot of searching, he found something unique. A blend of a black and white wolf, the perfect balance of his darkness and light. The moonstone was like the moon overhead. 

"Bucky, this is so beautiful. Thank you."

"How did you guess?" he grinned. 

"I didn't have to," you smiled back, trying to put the necklace on. 

"Allow me," he offered, his fingertips brushing the back of your neck as he clasped it for you. "I, um...I thought it would be nice. Something to keep close to your heart.

"It's more than nice," you assured him, turning to face him. You looked at him like he gave you the keys to paradise. "I love it."

"Okay. I'm tired of this," Tony said suddenly, taking something from his pocket as he got up and went to where you were sitting. "I can't watch you two dance around this anymore."

Bucky looked above his head where Tony was dangling the mistletoe. "You carried that around in your pocket?"

"I have lots of things in my pocket. Just kiss," Tony urged.

"You...want to kiss me?" he asked you.

"More than anything," you swore. 

Bucky gazed at you in anticipation as you scooted closer in your chair. All the nerves of the evening disappeared as he leaned forward and cupped your cheek. "Merry Christmas, doll."

"Merry Christmas, Bucky," you whispered before your lips touched. The room erupted in cheers and whistles, but his focus was on you. It felt like a tide he wanted to be swept up in. He'd ask later how long you cared for him. For now, it was enough to know that you did.

"But seriously. I thought we had a spending cap!"

Anyone interested, here’s a visual for the necklace: Wolf Pendant

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[gogolucky13]

The Holiday Hack [1/3]

Summary: You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party. [Fake dating AU]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word count: 3,892

Warnings: Fluff. Mild swearing. Mention of drinking.

A/N: This is my second entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge hosted by the wonderful @drabblewithfrannybarnes @chrissquares @starlightcrystalline @amythedvdhoarder @pumpkin-and-pine. I chose the prompt “I’m not going to fall in love you with, I promise” from The Holiday. This will be broken into two parts because I got a little carried away. 🤭 Thank you lovelies for putting this challenge together! Dividers are by the amazing @firefly-graphics​. Hope you like! Enjoy! 😊💜 gif not mine.

The text stares back at you — a contradiction of innocence and derision hidden between the lines. Your mother, ever so eager, sent you the message earlier today.

Are you bringing anyone to the Christmas party?

On the surface, it’s merely a question to be asked if extra accommodations will be needed. However, you know the true intention behind your mother’s inquiry. If the off-handed and passive-aggressive comments are anything to go by, you know she’s asking if you finally have a boyfriend to bring home.

Sighing, you fall against the back of your couch with a soft thud. Gentle fingers rub at your temples to ease the growing headache that’s building as your brain works overtime to figure out a solution.

Normally you’d ask your best friend, Steve, to go with you; always willing to be the human punching bag for your family’s questions regarding your romantic life. Meeting during college, your friendship with Steve came natural and easy. So easy, in fact, that you had the sudden urge to drunkenly confess your feelings for him after he walked you home one night. The details from that night are hazy, but you’ll never forget the tinge of pink that warmed his cheeks and the words that followed.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Y/N,” he said, “but I’m gay.”

A quiet groan escapes your lips as you both cringe at the memory of confessing your undying love to your gay best friend, and at the fact that he wasn’t presently around to rescue you—again. He is the obvious and the only choice, but currently he’s on a weekend getaway with a guy he met online a few months ago.

Your next option would be your good neighbor, Sam. The two of you have lived next door to each other for almost four years. A friendship quickly developed when you ended up locked out of your apartment one night after karaoke with your friends. Initially you hesitated to knock on his door and ask if you could hang out until the maintenance man arrived to let you back in. But the second you saw his bright, gap-toothed smile, your reservations quickly dissipated. You stayed at his place well past the time you were let back into your apartment, going through his record collection and discussing your favorite artists and songs.

However, Sam, too, would be away for the holidays. He decided to go home to D.C. to spend Christmas and New Year’s with his foster family, already promising his nieces and nephews they’d get to see their Uncle Sammy for Christmas this year.

So, here you are, contemplating your last and final resort—Bucky. 

Bucky was alright. He moved in with Sam about a year ago after an incident, but you were told nothing more than that and you never asked. There was a mutual tit-for-tat dance the two of you partook in, and it seemed to start the moment you were introduced. Bucky took every chance he got to playfully tease you about something or other, and, because you’re a stubborn SOB, you could never allow him to have the last word. Thus would begin the endless cycle of taunts and jabs, until Sam or Steve cry out in exasperation for you both to just shut up already.

Yeah, you weren’t exactly friends with Bucky, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is why you find yourself standing outside your neighbor’s door, reluctantly knocking to suggest a proposition you’re sure will have him laughing right in your face.

“What do you want?” Bucky asks the second he opens the door. His voice is rushed, but there’s a hint of jest in the undertones. To add to his air of nonchalance at your presence, his flesh hand grasps the top of the door while his other hand—the metal hand—rests on his hip. 

The metal arm was still a mystery to you, only knowing it had something to do with the incident. Bucky never seemed interested in sharing that part of his life with you, and again, you never asked.

“I have a favor to ask you,” you say, desperation hanging above you like the tainted mistletoe you’ve cursed for many years. 

There’s a quirk of Bucky’s eyebrow and his chin is jutting out at your words.

“Okay, hear me out,” you begin quickly, knowing he could shut the door in your face at any moment. “I’m going home for my family’s Christmas party, and I need to bring someone with me. My parents, my mom, is relentless when it comes to my dating life and I just need someone there to…y’know, make them think I’m dating someone.”

Bucky remains silent, a quizzical look coloring his features, and you take that as your cue to keep going.

“Normally I’d bring Steve, but he’s away,” you admit, “and I was going to ask Sam, but as you know, he’s also away.” Your hands instinctively clasp together and are held against your chest as you make your plea. “So, would you please, please go with me?”

The corner of Bucky’s lip is etching upwards and he’s shifting to lean against the doorframe. You try to ignore the bulging of his bicep as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Let me get this straight,” he says, “you’re asking me to go home with you for Christmas and pretend to be your boyfriend so your family doesn’t bug you about still being single?”

You can hear the teasing tone in his words and you fight to hold back an eye roll because you can’t afford to have him say no.

“Yes, Bucky, I’m asking you to be my boyfriend for Christmas,” you grit out, attempting to keep an air of coolness.

“What do I get out of it?”

A frustrated sigh falls from your lips, hands finding their way to your hips, because of course he’d want something out of this, and couldn’t just do you this one favor out of the kindness of his heart. 

“I’ll do your laundry for a month.”

He’s amused by this proposition, and he ponders it with narrowed eyes and puckered lips.

“Okay,” he replies, “throw in some of those chocolate chip cookies of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.” He uncrosses his arms and holds out his flesh hand to you.

“Fine.” You begrudgingly shake his hand, sealing your fate.

The quirk of his lip still lingers in an impish smirk, and you’re already regretting this. 

“So, when do we leave, sweetheart?”

Biting back a sarcastic comment, you put a forceful smile on your face. “Well, babe, we leave early Saturday afternoon. We have to drive upstate to my parents’.”

“You’re driving?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, boy.” 

“Shut up,” you remark. “Just make sure you have something decent to wear.”

The drive to your parents’ house is close to three hours, and the ride has never felt longer with Bucky in your passenger seat.

His large frame looked funny and awkward in your Volkswagen Beetle. But the entertainment you got from seeing him trying to fit comfortably in your car quickly dissipated the moment he opened his mouth and started complaining.

“Why do you have to have such a small car?” He whines for probably the thousandth time. “My legs don’t fit.”

Rolling your eyes and clutching the wheel even tighter, the urge to call him an ungrateful giant itches the tip of your tongue.

“Sam and Steve don’t complain when they ride in my car,” you say instead, eyes trained on the road ahead.

“Yeah, well they’re just being nice,” he remarks, adjusting his position yet again.

Letting out a small sigh of annoyance, you reach for your iPod and hand it to him. “Here, put on some music you like because I cannot listen to you complain the entire way there.”

Bucky takes the electronic from your gloved hand, unlocking it and silently searching for a song that would appease him.

After several quiet moments, the soft hums and beginning notes of an alternative acoustic song leaks from the speakers. The shock is evident on your face, and you reflexively look to the source of the sound to confirm the music is in fact coming through from the speakers and not just in your head.

“I didn’t know you liked this kind of music,” you comment.

“You never asked,” he counters.

Glancing to him from your peripheral, you can see the beginnings of that stupid boyish smirk he’s always giving you. Rather than smacking him across the arm like you want to, you clench the steering wheel and grit your teeth.

Eventually, you’re pulling into the driveway of your childhood home. The sight has the flutter of butterflies in your stomach intensifying because suddenly you think this whole thing is a bad idea.

“Maybe we should just go back to the city,” you say, putting the car in park. “I’ll tell my mom I got the stomach flu or something.”

Bucky clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Now, now, Y/n, you’re really going to deny me the satisfaction of learning about all your embarrassing moments as a child?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you nod. “I don’t think so. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

Groaning frustratedly, you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow Bucky’s lead by exiting the car.

“Stop calling me that,” you state, meeting him by the trunk.

“Why?” He questions, unloading your bags.

“Because I don’t like it.”

“Do you prefer a different pet name I call you?”

“I prefer no pet names.”

“We have to use pet names, Doll,” he says, “it’ll add to the guise that we’re actually together.”

He’s holding both bags in one hand, and closing the trunk with the other. You stare dumbly at him as the realization comes that he just called you Doll with no sarcastic undertone. It was a first, but he doesn’t seem at all phased by it, so you try your best to ignore it. 

Anyways, you’ve heard him call plenty of women darling before whilst out at the bars. It was just another stupid name he used.

Returning to the present, you glance to the hand Bucky is holding out for you. A gesture for you to lead the way to the front door. 

“Just, don’t say anything,” you snap.

“Nothing?” He chuckles. “You want your parents to think I’m a mute?”

“That would be ideal.”

Stomping up the steps, you raise a hand to knock before entering. However, you don’t get the chance when the front door swings open and your mother’s beaming face appears.

“Y/N!” She exclaims, arms open to pull you into a tight embrace.

“Hi, mom,” you respond in a muffled voice, face buried in her thick sweater.

“And who’s this handsome man?” She questions after pulling away. 

“Mom, this is Bucky,” you introduce, “my boyfriend.” The last part is forced out, and you hope your mom doesn’t pick up on the awkwardness of your tone. And judging by the gleam in her eye when she looks Bucky up and down, it’s safe to say she didn’t.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n,” Bucky says, each word dripping with charm. He puts on his best smile and holds out his flesh hand. 

“Please, call me Pam,” your mother replies, graciously taking Bucky’s hand, and you’re almost certain she’s batting her eyelashes at him.

“Nice to meet you, Pam.” Bucky’s smile widens and your upper lip is curling in disgust at the scene. 

“Okay then,” you state, “where’s dad?”

“Oh, yes, he’s in the kitchen,” your mom says a bit flustered.

When she turns around to lead you both inside, you chance a quick look to Bucky, who shoots you a playful wink that has you rolling your eyes.

As mentioned, your father is in the kitchen finishing up some minor preparations for the party later tonight.

“Y/n!” He cries in excitement when he sees you. He, too, pulls you into a hug, and you’re suddenly glad you came home.

“Hi, dad,” you sigh, tightening your hold just the slightest before pulling away. “Dad, this is Bucky, my boyfriend.” Still sticking a bit to the inside of your mouth, the words are less forced, but no less uncomfortable to say.

“Bucky,” your dad says, “Nice to meet you. Call me Jim.”

Nodding his head and taking your father’s hand in a firm handshake, Bucky gives a greeting of his own. Then, when your dad is distracted by another task to finish, your mom instructs to put your bags in your old room until you’re ready to change. 

A look of horror washes over your face when you remember your parents haven’t changed much of your old room. They put a treadmill in a few years ago, and added new curtains, but everything else was still embarrassingly you.

“Uh, I’ll take the bags up, you can go relax on the couch,” you say, attempting to reach for them from Bucky’s grasp.

Never slow on the uptake, Bucky’s features warp into a wicked grin.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he states, pulling the bags away. “I can take them up, just show me the way.”

“No, really, I can manage.”

“They’re heavy.”

“They’re not that heavy. Just let me—“

“For goodness sakes, Y/n,” your mom grumbles, “let the man carry the damn bags upstairs.”

Huffing in defeat, you fix Bucky with a death glare before making your way upstairs. When you make it to the door of your childhood bedroom, you stop and face Bucky.

“I swear to God, if you laugh I’ll cut your balls off.”

“Oooh, is that a threat?”

Narrowing your eyes, you wrap your fingers around the knob and slowly open the door. 

It always felt like stepping back in time when you stayed in your old bedroom. Posters of your at-one-time favorite bands cover the walls, trinkets and knick-knacks you collected over the years litter the bookshelves, and your bed was still covered in the bubblegum pink comforter you’ve had since you were thirteen. 

And in the middle of that obnoxious pool of pink sits Mr. Cuddles; your very old, very tattered stuffed bear.

“Wow, I—“ Bucky starts, eyes roaming here, there, everywhere.

“Don’t,” you quickly snap, cutting him off. “Don’t say anything.”

Silently, Bucky places the bags at the foot of your old bed, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Then you watch as he moves around the room, hands clasped behind his back as he examines all the little things decorating the space. When he turns to look at you, the smile on his face widens as a result of the look you’re giving him.

“Can I speak yet?”

Crossing your arms, you nod your head.

“What I was going to say,” he begins, placing his hands on his hips, “is that I love your bedroom.”

“Don’t be an ass,” you remark.

“What? I do!” He laughs, moving to the side of the bed. “And who is this friend?” He reaches for Mr. Cuddles, gently picking him up.

You clench your back teeth before responding. “Mr. Cuddles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cuddles,” Bucky says, holding the bear in one hand and playfully shaking its paw with the other.

You roll your eyes at his antics, trying your best to suppress the smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“Are you ready to go back downstairs?” You ask, uncrossing your arms and walking to the doorway.

“If we must, Doll,” Bucky sighs, placing the bear back on your bed.

There it was again—the slip of the pet name that definitely wasn’t part of the fake-dating ruse. And once again, Bucky’s demeanor is not at all put off by the use of it. He stands before you, looking expectantly for you to lead him back downstairs. So, you ignore it, once again.

The party wasn’t for a few more hours. Knowing you would have some time to kill, you told Bucky to pack his evening clothes because you would be able to shower and change before the party started. Plus, the thought of driving three hours in a dress was just daunting.

Bucky seems to get along well with your parents; graciously offering to help your dad set up for the party, and indulging your mother by taste-testing her experimental hors’ d’oeuvres.

“Maybe a pinch more salt,” he comments after trying her guacamole. “Maybe some lime, too.”

“Oh! Genius,” she replies, the glint never leaving her eye.

You sit at the breakfast bar, watching the whole thing unfold. But while you observe from the sidelines, there isn’t that usual feeling of annoyance you typically feel towards Bucky. Instead, something else is stirring in the pit of your stomach and creating a flutter in your chest. 

You quickly gulp down the rest of your wine to force it away.

The steam from your shower fills the bathroom, and you adjust the lavender towel around your body before opening the door. The hold you have on the towel tightens when Bucky’s broad, solid figure unexpectedly greets you on the other side. Your body accidentally bumps against his, and you’re suddenly an awkward mess.

“Oh, I, uh,” you stammer, holding the towel with a vice-like grip and looking everywhere but at him.

“Sorry,” he breathes, and you finally realize he’s got a gentle hold of your arms.

Finding the courage to look him in the face, you notice the light shade of pink his cheeks have turned and now he’s the one avoiding your gaze.

“Uh, it’s okay.” You take a half-step back and he releases your arms. Tightening the towel again, you look to the floor when you speak. “Shower’s free. You just have to press and hold the button for a few seconds to get it to switch to shower mode.”

“Okay, uh, thanks.” His voice is different you notice—less confident and no undertones of teasing.

“See you in a bit,” you quickly say before sliding past him and darting for your room. Shutting the door, you fall against it, chest heaving because you finally remember to breathe.

What the fuck.

Finally dressed and ready, you stand before the full-length mirror that sits in the corner of your room, surveying your final look for the night. The incident from earlier had you distracted beyond belief and you were forced to redo your make up three different times.

There’s a soft knock on your door, and you call for the person on the other side to enter as you put your last earring in. The door opens, and you catch sight of who knocked in the mirror, your breath hitching in your throat. 

Swiftly turning around, your gaze falls on a very different looking Bucky. He’s dressed in an emerald button-up, his scruff has been trimmed, and his hair—normally disheveled and falling in his face, is slicked back into a small bun at the nape of his neck.

“You, uh, you look…” Words are lost as your mouth opens and shuts like a fish on land.

“Nice?”

Nodding silently, your eyes reflexively run up and down the entirety of his body.

“Thanks,” he smiles, stepping further into your room and placing his bag on the floor. “You look nice, too.” He’s meeting your gaze and suddenly the room feels too hot.

Subconsciously, you run sweaty palms over the skirt you wear and glance down to the rest of your outfit.

“Thanks,” you reply quietly.

Your gaze follows Bucky as he walks over to your bed, again picking up Mr. Cuddles. The stuffed animal is turned over in his hand as he speaks.

“So, we should probably figure out our backstory, don’t you think?”

“Backstory?”

“Yeah,” he says, “like how we met, what we do for fun, that kind of stuff.”

You consider his words for a moment, gently biting your bottom lip. “Why can’t we just tell everyone how we actually met? Like, I met you when you moved in with Sam? One less lie to tell everyone.”

Bucky shrugs. “If you want to, kinda boring though.”

“I think it’s fine.”

“Okay, so we met when I moved in with Sam. When did we start dating?”

“Um, I don’t know, how ‘bout six months ago?”

“Sure. What was our first date?”

“Jesus, Bucky,” you sigh in frustration from having to figure out all the trivial details just for one night.

“What? People like to know that kind of stuff, Doll.”

The pet name causes the fluttering in your chest to rise again, and you have to look away from him.

“I got it,” he says, instinctively drawing your attention back to him. “We took a carriage ride through Central Park and I arranged for us to have a picnic by the pond.”

“That’s so cheesy,” you comment, scrunching your nose as you picture the imaginary first date.

He gives you a lop-sided smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow. “Romantic though.”

“I think we just say dinner and a movie, no one will ask questions about that.”

He’s walking over to you, stopping when he gets about a foot away. “Ugh, you’re so boring. Remind me why I date you again?”

Rolling your eyes at him, you then realize there’s something else you’ll have to know before facing your family. 

“There’s, uh, there’s one more thing,” you say, voice lowering as you suddenly feel the awkward shift in your demeanor.

Bucky remains quiet, giving you a quizzical look for you to continue.

“I should probably know how you got…y’know.” You gesture to his metal arm and he looks down at it. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just think—“

“It’s fine, Doll,” he replies, hands still holding your stuffed bear in both hands. “I lost it after my motorcycle accident.” He’s sticking his elbow out as he looks down at the prosthetic.

“Oh,” your voice is small, and you drop your gaze to his arm. “I’m sorry, Bucky, I had no idea.”

He pauses before replying. “You never asked.”

Meeting his eyes, you find a somewhat sad look behind them, a contrast to the smile he’s attempting to sell. There’s a moment of silence that falls between you, and the longer you hold his gaze the more intense the fluttering in your chest is getting. And when you notice the flick of his eyes to your lips, you have to take a step back.

Clearing your throat, you glance to the floor to collect yourself before looking back up to him. “Anything else?”

He shrugs his shoulder and shakes his head. “Just don’t fall in love with me.”

You narrow your eyes at him in faux annoyance. “I’m not going to fall in love with you, I promise.”

There’s a knowing look on his face at your response, and you ignore it. 

“Okay,” you breathe, a mix of anxiety and nerves bubbling up inside. “Ready?”

Bringing Mr. Cuddles up to your eye level, Bucky holds the bear still while he uses his forefingers to nod its head.

“C’mon,” you say with a slight chuckle, reaching for the bear, “let’s go.” You toss the stuffed animal onto your bed and lead the way to the party downstairs.

Part Two

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #merryhoemas

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Christmas Crush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem-Reader

Words: 6693 (yikes)

Summary: Bucky has been infatuated with you for months. Will the Christmas Spirit finally help him make his move?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (just all of it), fluff(I don’t know y’all, I have trouble qualifying this one), slightly dom partner, overprotective partner, SMUT (like over 3700 words of it y’all!), 18+

A/N: Sooo, this was supposed to be like 2500 words guys but I got a bit carried away. Made it in right under the wire for day 3 of my birthday week. This is also an entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge that is being hosted by @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline​. I chose the dialogue prompt “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” (from The Holiday). Please enjoy!!

“You better be wearing something nice, Barnes! No cargo pants!” you yelled out to the living area as you finished applying your makeup in the bathroom.

“Yes, boss!” He yelled back at you as he adjusted himself in the dress pants he borrowed from Sam. They weren’t uncomfortable, just tighter than he was used to.

“Dude, leave your crotch alone!” Wilson chuckled at him.

Bucky scowled at him and did his best to focus on anything else. “I can’t believe I let the two of you talk me into this.”

“You know how the boss-lady is, once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.” Sam gave him a grin as he lounged on the sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. “Would you relax? We’re going to a club, you literally fought of a group of five assassins on your own last week. This is nothing!”

“I’m used to fighting, I haven’t been dancing since….”

“Oh god, have you not gone out since World War II!” Sam threw back his head and gave a laugh from deep in his chest. “Hoo, boy this should be entertaining!”

The three of you had been on a surveillance assignment for the past three months, and a replacement team had finally arrived to take over for you. Your flight back to the states wasn’t until tomorrow, and you had insisted that all of you find something to do to get over the stir craziness that had taken over. When you found a flyer for a hip hop Christmas party at one of the fancier downtown clubs, you ran back to the suite and insisted that you all head out. Sam was of course down immediately, but it took you a while to convince Bucky it would be a good time.

It was hard for him to not feel like the third wheel sometimes with the two of you. You and Sam loved your hip hop, and Bucky still remembered the first time he walked into one of your sparring sessions while Wu Tang was playing and had to immediately turn around and leave, ears turning red as you and Sam shouted mirth-filled apologies after him. He was slowly warming up to the aggressive music style, but still occasionally pined for the days of the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby.

He squirmed in the dress pants again; when did they start making suits so tight? He rolled the sleeves of his deep green shirt up over his forearms, trying to get more comfortable as the lights glinted off his metal hand, when you finally came out of the bathroom.

“You two boys ready to go?”

Fuck me, he thought.

You were wearing a bright red dress that was covered in sequins. It was in a wrap style that was wide open across your chest, exposing the valley between your breasts almost down to your navel. A thin gold chain with a dark green stone dangled around your neck and nestled in your cleavage, drawing the eye as is twinkled in the dying light through the windows. The skirt portion of the dress was short enough that it was almost obscene, and the apex of the wrap was almost up to your hip. You topped off the look with a pair of thigh high black velvet boots.

“Damn, mama, you look good!” Sam whistled at you as he stood up and spun you around with one hand.

“You’re not too bad yourself Wilson. Barnes, you clean up real nice!”

He couldn’t speak. He was suddenly extremely aware of just how tight his slacks were, and he strode over to grab all your coats from the rack and hold his in front of his crotch as he handed Sam the other two, hoping it wasn’t obvious what he was trying to hide as he slipped it over his shoulders.

“Ok, then, let’s head out!” You said, giving Sam a look as he helped you slide into your wool coat. He just shrugged at you before donning his, and the three of you got on your way.

Sam and you walked arm in arm on the way to the club, chatting idly and laughing at the occasional quip. You tried to engage Bucky in the conversation, but he just marched behind you scowling, collar pulled up against the chill in the air.

He couldn’t deny he had developed a bit of a crush on you over the course of your assignment. You always tried to keep morale up in the surveillance house, brightening the air with your laughter as you baked some sort of treat for everyone, or broke out an obscene amount of liquor when two of you had a shared shift off. He still remembered the time you had indulged in the gin just a little too much during a game of poker and passed out with your head in his lap. He hadn’t slept or moved from that position the entire night until he had to relieve Sam in the morning, reluctantly removing your face from where it had nestled during your rest.

He did his best to move past his crush, trying to convince himself it was just an infatuation that needed to wear itself out.

Then he saw you fight for the first time.

Sure, he had seen you sparring with Sam, and may have even done a session with you himself he hadn’t been concerned about how his body would react in such close proximity to you. But when that group of thugs attacked the house last week, he really saw you in action.

You moved like water. Dodging every blow that was thrown at you and landing flurries of strikes of your own that seemed like they shouldn’t have caused any damage but would reduce your opponents to puddles. Bucky almost got knocked out when you had pulled out your knives to spin them through your expert fingers like they were extensions of your will. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom after the fight to jerk himself off, imagining it was your hands wrapped around him.

Now he watched your ass swaying back and forth in front of him as you arrived at the club, wearing those boots and that dress that made you look like walking sex. His mood soured as he handed his coat to the check girl and shoved his call ticket into his pocket, so he headed to the bar to get himself a drink.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder and gave a wince as he turned to face you.

“C’mon, Barnes, it’s Christmas!” You were giving him a heartachingly beautiful smile. “Wipe that frown off your face and come dance!”

He softened as you looked into his eyes. It wasn’t your fault he felt like a pervert everytime he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to go grab us a table for our drinks, you go have fun with Sam. Maybe I’ll join you in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and bit your lip, and he felt his gut clench and his cock twitch at that look.

“I’m sure. Enjoy yourself.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before ordering yourself a shot of vodka that you immediately tossed back before heading to join Sam on the dance floor.

Bucky took his double scotch to one of the tables scattered around the floor and perched himself on a tall stool. His gaze scanned the dance floor before finding you and he let out a groan.

If he thought your fighting was beautiful, it was nothing compared to your dancing. You looked ethereal and free as you tossed your hair, rolling your hips as your arms raised above your head and followed the motion in your torso before they sank back down and rolled along your sides, highlighting the curves of your body. Sam suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, causing you to throw your head back with a beautiful lilting laugh.

Bucky tossed back his scotch and flagged down a waitress, handing her his card and instructing her to keep the drinks coming. Maybe if he drank enough it would relieve the unbelievable ache he was feeling in his chest.

You and Sam joined him at the table after a few songs. You were breathless and flushed and all he wanted to do was kiss you then take you to an alley out back and fuck you stupid.

“Barnes, you are being a bit of a Scrooge here.” You grinned at him as you nibbled on a pretzel. Sam had headed to the bathroom, and you flagged down a waitress and ordered yourself a vodka cranberry before turning back to him. “I’ll order you to have fun if I need to.”

He grinned in spite of himself when you gave him a wink. “Sorry, Y/L/N, this isn’t really my type of party.”

“Aww, Bucky,” he took in a sharp breath, you’d never used his first name before. “You just need to loosen up. I can lend you a hand with that if you need it.” You reached a hand over and wrapped it around his wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

He almost said something then, but the waitress arrived back at the table at that moment with your drink and you turned to give her a smile and thanks. Sam arrived back from the bathroom then with a bourbon in his hand, accompanied by a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

“Bucky, Y/N, this is Marta, she’s a model!”

“Well hi there Marta, you going to steal my dance partner?” You were giving the girl a massive grin as you teased Sam.

“Yeah, Marta doesn’t really speak English.” Sam grinned.

“Oh, sorry.” You asked her the same question in Swedish.

Marta’s smile grew even bigger as the two of you started babbling away at each other while Bucky and Sam just shook their heads. Marta grabbed your hand suddenly and started to drag you away from the table.

“Be right back boys!” You said over your shoulder as you and your new friend headed off to the bathroom. Bucky watched you walk away and gave a deep sigh.

“Jesus Christ, man, you need to make your move already!” Sam said, exasperated.

Bucky almost choked on his scotch. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, wiping his chin with a napkin.

“Bruh, you’ve been staring at Y/N non-stop this whole night. Not to mention the fact that you were moping around the surveillance house for the past few months like a kicked puppy.” Sam shook his head as he tossed back the rest of his drink. “Oh, and if you thought you were sneaky about your little post-fight bathroom session last week, you are very mistaken.”

Bucky snapped his jaw shut and felt a flush creeping up his neck as he imagined your reaction to the discovery he had been touching himself to thoughts of your body underneath him.

Sam waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t notice. I sprayed the fuck out of that bathroom with Febreze after you left. I am never doing anything like that for you again, though.”

Bucky’s heart rate went back down in relief. “We work together Sam. Even if that wasn’t the case, what am I supposed to say to her?”

“Geez, man, just fucking kiss her!”

“Fuck, Sam, we haven’t even been on a date! Don’t women usually want that sort of preamble?”

“Some women, sure. But don’t treat them like a monolith. Y/N appreciates directness and the worst thing that could possibly happen is she tells you to back off.”

“She could stab me.”

Sam guffawed. “Don’t look so turned on at the thought, dude. She’s noticed how weird you’ve been acting. She thinks you don’t like her. One of the main reasons she made us all go out tonight was to hopefully get you to warm up some.”

Bucky sighed, he hadn’t meant to push you away. “I dunno, Sam. She’s super fucking intimidating.”

“Get over it, Barnes. If you don’t make a move, someone else definitely will.”

“Oh my god, Sam, get your ass out here! It’s Christmas in Hollis!” You and Marta were back on the dance floor now and you were bouncing up and down, waving your hand excitedly at Sam.

“Aw, shit, that’s my jam!” Sam was backing onto the floor now, trying to get Bucky to follow him before giving up and turning to you and his date.

An unsteady woman sank into the seat Sam had just vacated and gave Bucky a lecherous grin before she started talking to him in slurred Swedish.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you.” He shouted at her.

“Oh, American man.” The woman purred at him in what he assumed was supposed to be a sexy voice. “You, me, fuck in bathroom.”

Bucky didn’t hear her. A giant blonde man who looked like a knockoff Thor was dancing behind you now, trying to put his hands on your hips and grind his crotch into your ass.

Bucky watched you turn and place a hand on the intruder’s chest, giving him a polite smile as you stopped your dancing, saying something to him that Bucky couldn’t make out over the music.

The guy didn’t take the hint and put his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his front and putting a thigh between your legs, edging the hem of your skirt upwards.

Bucky didn’t realize he had been gripping the back of one of the chairs with his metal hand until he heard a crunch and looked down to see he had bent the frame when he clenched his fist.

“Knulla.” The suddenly sober woman said, standing up abruptly and scurrying away from the table.

Bucky found himself striding towards the dance floor, fists clenching and a low growl emanating from his chest.

That dirty fucker was still trying to hump you as you gave him a firm shove, trying to turn back to Sam and Marta. He wrapped a hand around your upper arm and jerked you back. Sam stopped dancing and tried to step in, but the son of a bitch slapped him in the face before turning back to you and smashing his mouth into yours, shoving his free hand up the front of your skirt to try to get at your pussy.

Bucky arrived just as you pulled back from the cocksucker and drew the offensive hand back so sharply, a snap resounded across the floor and he let out a scream.

Bucky punched him in the face before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him away from you as three security guards came rushing to the scene, too late to offer any sort of assistance. Marta managed to intercept them and started screaming at them in Swedish as you and Sam moved between Bucky and the giant Swede who was now a blubbering mess on the floor.

“It’s good Barnes, you can relax.” Sam said.

“Bucky, it’s ok. He isn’t worth it.” You were as close to Bucky as you had ever been. He could feel the heat radiating off you as you put a hand on his chest.

You had never seen Bucky so angry. His jaw was clenched so tight, you were worried the tendons in his neck were going to snap. He was breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he glared murderously at the man who had touched you.

“Baby, you can let it go. I’m ok.” You murmured low enough that only he could hear you.

He looked into your eyes and relaxed, taking a deep breath through his mouth and nodding as the security guards dragged your assailant out of the club.

“Good boy, now you owe me a dance.”

Bucky’s look instantly changed to confusion as you dragged him onto the dance floor, giving him a breathless laugh as you started dancing again.

He had no idea what to do with himself. You saw his look of utter helplessness and turned to face him. You placed his hands on your hips and your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You’re hips started rolling to the rhythm as the rest of your body swayed in time with the music. Bucky was too aware of his feet and broke eye contact to stare at them, trying to figure out how he was supposed to move.

He felt your hand lift his chin and you shook your head at him before bringing the front of your body flush against his. You lined up your hips to his and started rolling them, your legs on either side of his massive thigh as you gyrated against him. He let out a moan and screwed his eyes closed.

You brought your face against his neck and whispered in his ear. “Just relax honey.”

You dipped your hips slightly and he followed you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent as his brain finally stopped overanalyzing what he was doing.

You felt the muscles underneath his shirt tightening and releasing as he rolled his body against you and your pussy clenched over his thigh. You gave a soft gasp and hoped the rush of arousal hadn’t soaked through your panties and onto his pants. His hands were pressing into the soft skin of your hips, and you knew you would have light bruises there tomorrow.

You pulled away suddenly and Bucky groaned at the loss of you before you flipped your hair forward and dropped your ass, separating your thighs slightly as you slowly drew your back up Bucky’s front before nestling your ass into the dip in his pelvis that seemed made to fit you.

Bucky growled into your hair and nipped at the soft skin behind your ear before starting to grind himself into your ass. He brought his metal arm to press against your abdomen and push you further into him, while his other wandered up between your breasts, giving one of them a soft squeeze before loosely wrapping his fingers around your throat

You felt him harden against you and let out a small gasp, starting to pull away before his metal arm locked you in place.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe with his teeth.

His hips were moving at their own rhythm now, the music forgotten. Neither of you noticed Sam making an exit with Marta, grinning back at you before shrugging his coat over his shoulders and heading out into the snow.

Your breath was hitching softly as Bucky rutted himself against your ass, and the sound was driving him crazy. You could feel your cunt throbbing as it became slick, your arousal soaking your panties and threatening to start leaking down the insides of your thighs. He suddenly stuttered his hips and let out a hiss before stilling.

“Shit.”

He had come in his pants like a teenager, filling his boxer briefs and leaving a small wet spot on the front of his slacks. His arms released you as he stood up straight, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and screwing his eyes shut. He’d never been so embarrassed.

You shuffled the edge of your skirt down before turning around and pressing your lips against his softly. He groaned against your mouth as he brought his hands to either side of your face, tangling them in your hair. You discretely untucked his shirt as you kissed him, covering the evidence of his orgasm graciously. You pulled away before he could really lean into the kiss, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh.

You looked at him through heavy lids, biting at your kiss swollen lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the exit. “We’re going back to the hotel”

You tossed the coat tickets at the girl at the counter, breathing heavily as you tapped your nails impatiently. You snatched the coats from her without a word and tossed Bucky’s to him before charging out the door.

Bucky almost slipped several times back to the hotel as you set a brutal pace. He couldn’t get a read on you now and was worried he’d ruined things already.

You rode the elevator up to your floor in silence, one hip cocked to the side as you clicked the opposite heel against the floor rapidly. As soon as the doors opened, you strode down the hallway like you were possessed and Bucky hurried after you, concern written all over his face.

You arrived at the room first and wrenched the door open, leaving it open behind you as you stepped inside. Bucky was a few steps behind you but stopped at the entrance. He was certain you were going to lay into him as soon as he entered and wanted to take a moment to collect himself. He was running his metal fingers through his hair when your arm suddenly shot out, your fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt and hauling him inside as he let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

You slammed the door behind him and pressed him up against it, shoving your fingers under his collar and wrapping them around his neck before you smashed your mouth to his violently, clashing your teeth against his before shoving your tongue down his throat.

Bucky overcame his surprise quickly and grinned against your lips as he slid his coat off his shoulders before cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze.

Your lips left his suddenly, leaving him breathless. You gave him a small smirk before sinking to your knees and starting to undo his belt.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty cock from me baby. My pussy’s been gushing thinking about your hot length in my mouth.” You were kissing around the bulge in his pants as you slipped his loosened belt out of the loops and undid the buttons. He leaned his head back against the door and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had a woman speak to him like this before and it was making his cock ache. He jutted his hips forward and you rubbed your face against his cloth covered erection before drawing his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs swiftly, freeing his dick to bounce back up against his abs.

You spat in your hand and wrapped it around him, drawing a groan from his chest. You started peppering soft kisses along his shaft as you ran your hand up and down slowly. “God Bucky, you’re so fucking big, I can’t wait to feel this in my pussy. I need to taste your sweet cum first though honey.”

You softly ran one finger up the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip before dragging your tongue in a heavy stripe over the same path.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and let out a hiss. “Fuck, Y/N, who taught you to talk like that?”

 “Mmm, you like it sweetie?” You asked him wickedly as you ran your tongue over the sensitive slit along his tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to collect there.

“God, yes.” He couldn’t believe how much the filthy praises you were giving turned him on.

“I’ll give you as much as I can honey, but I’m worried this cock is going to fuck out my throat.” You took him in your mouth then, relaxing your throat as you drew in his entire length, feeling his balls hit your chin as you swallowed around him.

“Shit!” he thought you were going to go slower and he almost came immediately when you hollowed your cheeks around him and pulled him out slightly before taking him in again, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls.

He braced his metal arm against the door as he started to thrust his hips, fucking into your face as you choked around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“God baby, you’re taking my cock so good. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.” His hips picked up speed and he gazed down at you. You looked sinful, a flush in your cheeks and over your chest as you gazed up at him through thick lashes. You moaned around his cock as his praise caused a fresh rush of arousal to leak from your cunt.

“You gonna take my cum down like a good girl?” His hips were starting to stutter and you felt his cock twitch at the back of your mouth. You let out a tiny whine and tried to nod as he shoved himself all the way in, stilling himself as you felt his release run down your throat.

He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from you chin before softly cupping your cheek.

“Stay right there for a second pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered at him, your voice husky now that your throat was raw.

He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off over his shoulders, then removed his undershirt and tossed it aside too until he was standing in front of you naked.

You let out a low moan at the sight. His muscles were sculpted beautifully, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered to a happy trail that led down to his thick cock. The skin around his metal arm was scarred and puckered, and other faint scars were visible elsewhere on his body, giving him an air of danger and menace. Your cunt clenched as you took in the sight, biting your lips as you ached to run your hands over his body.

“Stand up.” He ordered you. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had spent months wanting to beg you for some sign of affection, but now that you were there kneeling in front of him, he just wanted to take it from you. And you were willing to give him whatever he required.

You drew yourself up slowly and he picked you up with one hand and wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought your mouth down to his and teased your lips open with his tongue as he carried you to the bedroom.

He knelt on the bed with you straddling him and started to trail rough kisses down your neck, sucking occasionally to draw a bruise against your skin.

As he reached your shoulders, he wrapped his metal hand through the chain around your neck and gave it a yank, snapping it off you. He drew the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits as you arched your back up to meet him.

“God Bucky, please” You whined as nuzzled his face into the valley between your breasts, his stubble scratching the skin there.

“You want something, baby?” he asked you wickedly, kissing slowly up the slope of your breast until he almost reached your nipple, then moved his mouth away again.

You groaned and wound your fingers into his hair. “Need your tongue on me, please baby.”

“Where did you want it sweet girl?” he asked innocently before cupping one breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his nose. “Did you want me to lick you here?”

“Yes, yes, fuck!!” His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, drawing it to a sensitive peak. “God Bucky, that’s so good!”

He brought up his metal hand to palm your other breast and you gasped at the contrast of the cool metal against your warm flesh. He tweaked the other nipple and you groaned. “You want my tongue on this one too, honey?”

“Pleasepleaseplease….” You whispered breathlessly, whining when he moved his mouth where you asked him. You started grinding yourself into his thigh, desperate for release as your pussy quivered and wept.

“No.” He ordered, grabbing your hip with his metal hand and holding you still. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock sweetheart.”

You let out a thin keen as tears leaked down your cheeks.

Bucky brought his face back up to yours, holding your chin with his other hand and kissing you hungrily. You cried into his mouth in desperation.

“You want this cock, pretty girl?”

“God, yes. Please, Bucky!”

“You asked me so nicely, honey. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He gripped your dress in his metal hand where it had gathered at your waist, gave it a twist, and ripped it off you, sequins and beads flying off the bed and across the floor. He grabbed your panties next and shredded them, bringing their ruins up to his face and inhaling your scent deeply before tossing them aside and giving you a wicked grin. You bent one leg up to start to remove your boots when he slapped your hand away.

“Leave those on.” He growled at you.

He took a moment to pause and look at you, memorizing every slope and curve of your body. He spread your legs wide and gave a low moan when he got a look at your pussy, coated in slick and swollen with desire. He drew two metal fingers softly up the inside of your thigh before running them over your sex, coating them in your arousal and making you moan. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl. Maybe once I’ve fucked you stupid with my cock I’ll eat you out.”

“Unnhh, Bucky, give it to me.” You begged him.

“You need something baby? You gotta be specific.”

“God, need you inside me. I fucking need your cock. Bucky, please.”

“Alright sweetheart. You better have at least five orgasms on my cock sweet girl. Otherwise I might have to spank you.”

He lifted your right leg and looped your knee over his elbow, opening you wide as he brought himself up to your entrance. He slowly drew his length through the slick gathered there as you whimpered, then he slammed into you, bottoming out right away and knocking the air out of you.

“FUCK!!!” you screamed as you came immediately, clenching and fluttering around him as you went rigid and started to tremble.

“That’s one, baby.” He grinned as he started to fuck into you, not bothering to wait for you to come down from your orgasm. “Shit, this pussy was fucking ready for me. Look at you gripping me so good, like you’re fucking made for my cock.”

“God, Bucky!” you whined. “You’re so big, keep moving baby. Fuck that’s so good!”

Lewd squelching noises filled the room, combining with the slap of flesh against flesh as he drove into you hard.

“Mmm, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey. You gonna come on my cock again?” Bucky slipped a hand underneath your ass and tilted your hips just a bit and felt you clench around him.

“Shit, right there. God, I’m coming again. Don’t fucking stop.” Your face screwed up as your second orgasm ripped through you, curling your toes in your boots as your legs quivered with the strain.

“Good girl.” He praised you as you fluttered around him, your release soaking your thighs as it seeped out around his cock. “I’m gonna move you now, sweetheart, get ready.”

His hand moved under your waist and he wrenched you up until you were flush against his chest. The coarse hair there scratched against your sensitive nipples and you gave a soft whine at the change in position.

Bucky stared into your eyes. Your face was a mess. Lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin. Mascara and tears running in streaks down your flushed cheeks. Mouth open and panting with need and pupils blown wide as you gazed at him through your thick eyelashes.

You looked like the perfect mixture of sin and sex. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He wrapped both his arms behind your shoulders and buried his hands in your hair, pressing your face to his and forcing his tongue between your lips and teeth, running it everywhere it could reach inside your velvety mouth, growling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened yourself up to him, whining as he increased his pace even more and you felt the tension gather in your core again.

“Give me another one, baby. My good girl. Show me how good that pussy is for me.”

You buried your face in his neck and groaned as you felt every muscle below your waist go rigid and another orgasm wracked you. You didn’t know if you could handle two more.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is making a mess everywhere.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gasped, hoping for a reprieve. But he just flipped you so you were on all fours and slammed back into you, making you scream.

“Just two more pretty girl. Then I’ll fill this pretty cunt with my cum.”

You didn’t know how he could last this long as he pounded into you relentlessly. He drew you up straight suddenly so your back was against his chest and you gave a small whimper. Your throat was raw from him fucking it and from your screaming, and the only sound you managed to make now was a stream of unintelligible mewls.

You leaned your head back against Bucky’s shoulder as he brought a hand up to palm at your breast. His metal fingers moved to the apex of your thighs and started drawing rough circles against your clit. You felt tears leaking down your cheeks as your pleasure began to gather. He drove them into you suddenly and you let out a thin wail as your entire body went stiff before vibrating with your release.

Bucky guided your fall forward gently until your face was resting against the blankets. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore so they laid limply next to your face as Bucky gripped both of your hips and drew them back to him over and over. You felt drool leaking from your open mouth as you blinked slowly. You were absolutely cock drunk. The sheer number and intensity of your orgasms had made your brain short circuit. He really had fucked you stupid.

Bucky slapped your ass suddenly and you gave a sharp gasp as you came one last time, fisting your hands into the blankets to try to keep from passing out.

“Good girl.” Bucky murmured at you. You could feel the smile in his voice and you felt your cunt clench around him at the praise. His hips started to stutter and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“You ready for me sweetheart? This pussy treated me so good, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You managed to moan out a single word through your hoarse throat. “Please…”

The wantonness in your voice pushed him over the edge and you felt his hips still suddenly as he released inside of you. The feel of his hot cum coating your velvety walls made you moan like a whore.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.” He gently lowered himself on top of you and you felt him soften inside of you. He peppered gentle kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pulled out of you slowly. You gave a contented sigh as he rolled off you and headed to the bathroom. You’d never been fucked so well in your life.

You heard the water running and you managed to lift your head to watch Bucky return, holding a damp washcloth. His abdomen, thighs, and cock were coated in your release, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom as he walked back towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked form filled you with a renewed sense of desire.

Bucky rotated you carefully until you were lying on your back and brought his face down to yours and gave you a soft kiss before moving himself between your legs. You heard him suck in his breath sharply when he got a good look at you, drawing your knees apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“Fuck honey, you’re beautiful.”

The skin of your mound and thighs was flushed red where he had thrusted into you repeatedly and it was all coated in the evidence of your multiple orgasms. Your cunt was swollen and pulsing as his cum slowly leaked out of you, collecting in a small puddle on the sheets.

Bucky gently cleaned your thighs and mound with the cloth, being careful to not irritate your already sensitive skin. Then he worked your folds apart with his metal fingers and drew the damp fabric over your slit slowly, collecting his release from your entrance. You gave a groan and pressed yourself into the cloth when he tried to pull it away.

“Jesus, sweetheart, already?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared at him. “Bucky, you promised.”

He shook his head and tutted his tongue at you. “No, I said I might eat you out after I fucked you stupid. No promises were made.”

“Bucky, please?” You begged him, your voice husky with lust.

He gave you a look then moved to kneel between your legs. “Can’t say no to you, pretty girl. Not after this pussy treated me so good.”

You gave a soft chuckle followed by a gasp as he flattened himself on the bed and drew your left leg over his shoulder, softly kissing and sucking down the inside of your thigh before he nuzzled himself into your folds.

He softly licked at your entrance, lapping up the renewed evidence of your arousal as he dragged his tongue up and down your slit before he wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and sucked softly.

“God, Bucky! More…please…” You moaned at him, winding your fingers into his hair and pressing him further into you.

He gently teased two metal finger around your entrance before inserting them slowly, grinning against you as he felt your pussy flutter around them.

He started fucking them into you steadily while he gently sucked at your clit, crooking his wrist to hit your sweet spot as he picked up speed.

“Fuck! Right there! Don’t you dare stop! So, so, good! Please baby!” You started babbling, the pitch of your voice getting higher as he edged you closer to your release.

He latched on and sucked hard at the same time he added a third finger, and you came apart around him, soaking his chin and stubble as your thighs tried to crush his head between them and your pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

Bucky crawled back up the bed and laid next to you, drawing you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You nuzzled your face into him and let out a low humming noise to show how content you were.

“God, it took you long enough, Barnes.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, pulling the blankets over the two of you and flicking off the bedside lamp.

“You know, you could have made a move yourself.” He murmured against your hair.

“And offend your World War II sensibilities, grandpa? You would have run away screaming.”

“Grandpa?”

“Whatever, you were scared of me. I didn’t want to frighten you off before you took advantage of your crush.”

“Right, crush.”

“Mmm, if this is how you fuck on the first date, what are you going to do when you fall in love with me?” You teased against his chest, your breathing growing deeper as you drifted off to sleep.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” He lied as he dozed off.

The snow was falling heavy over the city. And Bucky was dreaming about marrying you.

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[gotnofucks]

Hide-And-Eat

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Nothing stops Bucky when he’s hungry for you.

Words: 723

Warning: Oral Sex, Public Sex, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: My second entry for Merry Hoemas Challenge by @amythedvdhoarder​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @chrissquares​ @starlightcrystalline​ @pumpkin-and-pine​. Thank you for hosting this wonderful challenge, you’re all awesome! My prompt was “I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed”. Hope y’all like it. Divider by the amazingly talented @firefly-graphics​

Like most mad scientists, Bruce and Tony developed this completely by accident. Even they didn’t know what happened, but Tony knocked something into a solution Bruce was working on, they both fought, spilled the said solution on themselves and ended up making half their bodies invisible.

It was a fun week with only parts of Tony and Bruce visible, since everyplace the “invisibility potion” had touched their skin could be seen no more. Steve bumped into them deliberately a total of 24 times before knocking both himself and Tony out as they crashed into a wall.

It took them a little time to perfect it, get its components and their ratios right but they were the brightest minds of their time for a reason. Fury had explicitly banned this potion’s use for anything but missions. But your boyfriend had never been a stickler for rules anyway.

You were with the team of new recruits, going over the ropes with them before Christmas Holidays, teaching them the basics of a mission debriefing and reports when the first gust of wind hit your calf. You distractedly glanced down at your legs under the table and found nothing, so you continued.

It was a minute later when a firm hand removed your heel that you jerked in your seat. Before you could kick out or let out some noise, you heard a sharp “SHHH”.

Your mouth dropped open as you felt a cold hand trailing up your legs. A cold metal hand.

Bucky.

You look down again and saw nothing, and yet as you moved your feet you could feel him. The air from his mouth was hitting your skin and making it erupt in gooseflesh and heat rose in your cheeks when your invisible boyfriend flipped up the hem of your skirt and pulled at your panties.

“Bucky! What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed in a whisper, head bent low. Your flustered face was attracting attention of your recruits and you gave them a forced smile, somehow continuing to explain the basics of using the comms link.

“Just sit quietly doll, let me take care of you.” Bucky whispered back and then you were jerked forward by your thighs, legs parted, and a wet tongue was licking the heat between your legs. You bit your lip, fists clenching in an effort to not move.

He skillfully swiped inside your folds, collecting the moisture on his tongue and sucking it in. Both his hands were holding your hips tight, preventing you from bolting away. You fisted your hand and bit on it, breaking out in sweat as it got increasingly difficult to stay still and silent. Bucky ate you like a man starved, only the slightest of his moans and squelching of your juices could be heard, drowned in the voices of others in the room

His thumb lightly traced your hardened nub before mashing it, tongue dragging against your walls and you broke.

“Holy fuck!” You gasped, panting and holding onto the table. It took every bit of your energy to not grab his hair and tug on it. Your recruits were looking worried, and you waved a hand at them.

“Focus on your work, I got a leg cramp.” You said and they turned away, still shooting you skeptical glances. Your legs curled around Bucky’s body, pulling him closer and you grinded a little into his face, the thought of him doing this to you surrounded by people, the thought of being discovered just making you wetter.

One little nibble at your clit and you were falling, coming all over Bucky’s face. You folded your hands on the table, hiding your fucked-out face between them. You could feel Bucky shifting near your feet, wet hands gliding down your legs and fixing your skirt.

“I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed” He said. You swore you’ll stab him.

With a small kiss on your knees, you felt him leave, the opening and closing of the door on its own ignored by everyone who was openly staring at you.

“This field is brutal” You said to them, getting up and smoothing your attire. “But you must remember that in the end it’s rewarding in its own way. Dismissed.”

You left the room, intent on finding your invisible boyfriend and extracting revenge.

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[americasass91]

Early Christmas Present

Hello Lovelies! Sorry it has taken me so long to participate in this lovely, lovely challenge! Life has been interesting. But here is my first entry for the #merryhoemas challenge! Thank you for hosting this awesome challenge @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ @starlightcrystalline​

I had so much fun with this! I hope to get more submitted for this! I hope you all enjoy it! It stars everyone’s favorite Murder Sweater Daddy, Ransom!

(Although in my story he didn’t murder anyone)

Also I have something to say. I don’t think there is nearly enough Ransom fics out there with a breeding kink so that’s what this filth is. I’m in a mood okay? I need Ransom to fill me up something bad.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this! Best wishes and warmest regards to all!

***Edit*** Had to delete the original and post this again because none of the tags were working. Sorry!

Movie Dialogue/Verbal prompts:

“Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

Gif Prompt Used: #2

Event/Activity prompts:

Watching Christmas Movies

Wearing Christmas themed PJs or lingerie

Rating: Explicit(Do I even need to put this anymore😜)

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: language, breeding kink, Soft Ransom, unprotected sex(don’t be a fool, wrap that tool)

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You couldn’t help the tears that started welling up in your eyes at the sight of the little pink onesie in your hands. You were currently wrapping a christmas gift for yet another one of your pregnant friends. You feel like that’s all you’ve been doing lately is seeing pregnancy announcements on Facebook and attending baby showers.

It’s something you never thought you wanted. Growing up you just never saw that for yourself. And you were fine with that. But lately you couldn’t help all these feelings you were having.

You couldn’t help but picture what your baby would look like. Maybe your curly hair and your nose. You didn’t really care as long as they got your husband’s beautiful blue eyes.

Your husband. That’s another problem.

You guys had a great marriage, surprisingly full of love and laughs.

The problem was, he didn’t want children either. Like, really didn’t want them. He didn’t have the best upbringing and had never wanted children because of it.

The both of you had this conversation when you were still dating, happy to be on the same page. And at the time you both were. You knew if you brought up wanting a baby it would just upset him. So you’ve been keeping it to yourself for the past few months.

It’s fine, you don’t need a baby to be happy.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

The sound of your husband’s voice brought you out of your daydream. You quickly wipe your eyes free of the tears that had gathered and answered that you were in the living room.

He enters and finds you sitting in front of the tree with the onesie still in your hands.

He kneels down beside you and kisses your cheek.

“Another one? Who’s having a baby now?”

You place the onesie in the box and start covering it with tissue paper. “Kate. She just found out yesterday.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Wow. Thank god that’s not us, right?”

He gets up and heads towards the kitchen. He doesn’t see the tear fall down your cheek. “Yeah, thank god.”

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Later that night you find yourself in bed scrolling through social media. You come across another pregnancy announcement. It’s like they were mocking you. You sign out of your account and throw your phone on the bedside table. You decide to just get comfortable under the covers. You’re facing the wall when you feel the bed dip behind you.

Ransom pushes himself up against you and starts kissing your neck and rests his hand on your hip. You start getting lost in the sensation. He knows just what to do with his mouth to get you going.

“God, baby. I need you so bad.”

With that he pushes his erection against your ass.

That somehow triggers something in you.

You turn around and push him onto his back and straddle his hips. You start grinding down against his hard cock, earning you a moan from him.

“Fuck baby. You need me, too?”

You nod. “Yeah, Ran. Need you so bad. Need you to fuck me and fill me up.”

He smacks your ass and grabs your hips, grinding you against him harder.

“Yeah? Need me to fill that pussy, huh?”

You nip at his earlobe. “Yeah. Maybe you’ll fill me up so good, you’ll put a baby in me.”

Ransom seizes all movement and looks at you wide eyed.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?” He pushes you off of him and promptly stands up, putting space between you. “You know how I feel about kids. You know I don’t want them. And up until just now, I didn’t think you did either!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.

You don’t know what to say. You knew he might be upset. But you didn’t think he’d get mad. So you just sit up and look at your hands in your lap, doing your best to keep the tears at bay.

“I’m sorry, Ran. It’s just, so many of my friends are having babies lately and it got me thinking. I want that with you. Would it be so horrible if we had one?” You looked at him with what you hoped was a pleading look.

He starts walking towards the bathroom. “It would be the absolute worst thing to happen. You need to get back in the mindset you were in before. Because we aren’t having kids. End of discussion. Jesus, Y/N. Way to ruin the fucking mood.” With that he slammed the bathroom door shut, leaving you to your tears.

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It’s been nothing but tense in your house ever since you brought up having a baby a few weeks ago. Christmas was in full swing. It was only a week away now.

You two had been attending Christmas parties together and acting like everything was fine. But that was a different story once you returned home.

Ransom would retreat to your bedroom and you had started sleeping in the guest room. He didn’t ask you to, but you hated sharing a bed with him when he wasn’t speaking to you.

You returned from yet another party and head to the guest room to change into some cute Christmas PJs you had found. They had Rudolph all over them. Including matching fuzzy socks. They were nice and cozy. Something you were in short supply of these days.

You grab a glass of wine from the kitchen and head to the living room. You decide you want to watch Home Alone. One of your all time favorite Christmas movies. Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, you wrap yourself up and settle in.

You get to the point where the Wet Bandits are breaking in, when the alarm on your phone goes off, signaling it’s time to take your birth control. Wow. You didn’t realize it was 11 already.

You head upstairs to your shared bedroom. You open the door and tentatively look inside. You don’t see Ransom. He must be in his study. Good.

You hurry across the room to the bathroom. You grab one of the glasses sitting on the counter and fill it enough for you to take your small pill.

Not even looking, you open the medicine cabinet and grab for your packet of pills. Your hand finds the space empty. You look up and find that they aren’t in their usual spot. You open the other sides of the medicine cabinet and nothing. They were just here last night.

You go to turn to look in the guest bathroom and see Ransom standing in the doorframe. You yelp in surprise and grab your chest. “Jesus, Ran. You scared me.”

He uncrosses his arms and saunters towards you. “Sorry, baby girl. I thought you heard me.” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

It takes you 5 full seconds to realize your husband is giving you the first attention he has in weeks. You quickly reciprocate the kiss, knowing it could end at any second.

He pushes you against the counter and grounds his hips into you. You can’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling of his erection pressing into your lower belly.

The both of you finally have to pull away for air. He starts dragging you towards the bedroom. Your wits finally come back to you. “Ran, wait. I need to take my pill.” You turn to grab for it and then remember it wasn’t there. You turn back towards your husband. “Did you move my birth control? I always kept it in the medicine cabinet.”

He just smirks and pulls you up against his body once more. “I threw them out.” He moves back in for a kiss but you push him away and blink up at him. “What? Why would you do that?”

He furrows his brows. “I’m confused. I thought you wanted a baby?”

You shake your head incredulously. “Well yeah….but you made it very clear that you don’t.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind. Looks like Christmas came early, huh?”

You wiggle out of his grasp and push past him to go back into the bedroom.

“We need to talk about this Ransom. You literally pushed me away the last and only time I’ve brought it up. And then you didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks. This isn’t some kind of situation where you’re giving me what I want only to regret it later is it?” You sit down on the bed and look over at him.

He walks over and sits down beside you. He wraps his right arm around you and places it on your hip to pull you against him. He places his left hand on your thigh and starts gently massaging it. Then he presses his lips against your neck and gives it a kiss.

He pulls away to look at you, giving you a genuine smile. “I’ll admit that at first I was pissed that you brought up a baby. I’ve always been a selfish man and I just didn’t want to share you. But then I had a dream. We were in the hospital and you were giving birth. I remember feeling so happy. I was holding your hand and coaching you through the pain. And then our son was born. And they placed him on your chest. You cradled him against you and started crying tears of happiness. Then you looked over at me and gave me a smile that took my breath away. I’d never seen you so happy. It rivaled the smile you gave me when you walked down the aisle towards me on our wedding day.”

He pauses for a minute and wipes away the tears that you hadn’t even realized were running down your face.

“Then I woke up. I laid there and realized I would do anything in my power to make you smile like that for real. I need to see it, sweetheart. And if that means giving you a baby, then so be it. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you happy. I know it  wasn’t originally in our plans, but fuck it. We can make new plans.”

By now there were tears running down both of your faces. You just couldn’t believe what he was saying. You felt like this was your own dream you were going to wake up from.

You both laugh at each other as you wipe away the other’s tears. You then grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you as close as he can.

You pull away and give him an evil smirk. “Well then, husband. What are you waiting for?” You lean forward and place your lips next to his ear. “Fuck a baby into me.”

He groans out loud at your words and quickly starts undressing you. You’d never seen him work this fast. You can’t help but let out a chuckle. He stops with his hands on his own pants and looks over your now naked form. “Something tickling your fancy, Mrs. Drysdale?”

You nod your head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you undress us this fast.”

He smirks and continues removing his pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”

He then crawls on top of you and begins sucking on your neck. You start whimpering and tug his hair. He pulls away and looks down at you. “No foreplay, Ran. Just need you. Please. Need to feel you.”

He moves his hand down to your folds and finds you drenched. “Jesus, baby girl. You that excited for me to put a baby in you? Yeah you are. Your little cunt needs to be full of my cum, doesn’t it? Greedy girl.”

You grasp a hold of his cock and start pumping him at the pace he’s touching you. He drops his head to your shoulder and groans out your name. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me blow my load before I’m inside you.”

You chuckle and move his cock towards your entrance. “Then fuck me already. What are you waiting for?”

He surprises you and pushes all the way in until your hips are flush against each other. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctually. He leans down for a quick kiss before he raises back up to look at you. “Well, I was trying to bring some romance into the situation. But looks like my little wife doesn’t want that. Just wants to be fucked until she’s full. Right, sweetheart? Until you can’t feel anything else but me inside you.”

Your body shudders at the thought of being so full. You nod your head vigorously and tap your heel against Ransom’s ass, signaling him to move. “Yes! Yes please!”

He smirks and starts thrusting at a slow pace. Slow, but deep. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a needy kiss. He moans into your mouth and starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

Then he pulls away and nips at your ear. “God, I can’t wait to see what you look like pregnant. All round and full with my kid. I can barely keep my hands off you now. You might just have to stay in the house and naked your entire pregnancy so I can get my fill anytime I want.”

You clench around his cock at his words. He just smirks into your neck.

“But my little slut would like that, wouldn’t she? Because even though you don’t admit it, you need my cock as much as I need this sweet pussy.”

You can feel the coil in your belly tightening more and more. You know you’re not going to last much longer. His words are sure as fuck not helping.

You unwrap one of your legs from his waist and plant your foot firmly on the bed and start meeting his thrusts with vigor. You can feel his hips starting to stutter. He’s close too.

“Come on, Ran. Fill me up. I want it.”

He leans up until he’s nose to nose with you. “Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fill you up so good and full that your body will have no other option but to get pregnant. Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

He reaches down and starts rubbing circles against your clit. That did it.

You fall off the euphoric edge with a scream of Ransom’s name. You’ve never come this hard. You’re seeing stars.

Feeling you clench around his cock with a vice-like grip is what pushes Ransom over the edge. He paints your walls with his release as he whispers your name over and over until he’s so spent, he almost falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second and wraps his arms around you before rolling you both onto your sides.

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. You can’t help but smile into it, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He pulls back and smiles at you. “Merry Christmas, my sweet girl.”

You beam at him. “Merry Christmas, handsome.”

You tangle your feet with his only to realize you still had your fuzzy socks on. You look down and realize Ransom is in his own pair of fuzzy socks. You start laughing, a whole hearted belly laugh. Ransom follows your gaze and starts laughing himself.

You wipe tears from your eyes and wrap your arms back around his neck. “Eager enough to get me naked but not so eager to lose the socks?” You can’t help but tease him.

He just shrugs and continues chuckling. “Well, you’re always complaining about your feet being cold. I’m just trying to make you happy, dear.”

You both crack up laughing again at that.

Once you both calm down, he places his hand over your belly. “Do you think it took?” He looks up at you hopefully.

You place your hand over his and gaze up at him. “I’m not sure. We should probably keep having sex, you know. Just in case.” You throw him a wink.

He pretends to be offended. “Oh, dammit. I suppose if we have to.”

He pulls you back in for another kiss that is sure to lead you into round 2.

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[donutloverxo]

Classy girls wear pearls

Written for @chrissquares @starlightcrystalline @amythedvdhoarder @drabblewithfrannybarnes ​ @pumpkin-and-pine challenge! Thanks chrissquares for the festive dividers! Used the prompt snowstorm + this gif!

Summary - Andy gives you a pearl necklace 👀

Warnings - 18+only please, smut(m/f), daddy kink, deep throat, d/s relationship, cum play.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1.4k

Masterlists are linked in the bio!

You grinned wickedly as you looked out your windows.

Your pretty suburban street, which is usually bustling with people trying to get to work and kids running around, school busses and such, now so quiet and quaint, covered in white, as if a pale blanket was draped over it.

You turned around when you heard your husband groaning, thinking that maybe he’d finally be up, but he simply slept on his back, mumbling something in his sleep.

You made your way over to the bed, ready to wake him up because you missed him - even though he was right fucking there - and you wanted to give him the good news. But then you noticed the tent in his briefs.

“It would be a nice early Christmas gift,” you mused, taking his morning wood out of the tight restraints and then looking back at him to see if you had woken him but he looked like sleeping beauty.

Deep in his slumber, his long dark lashes kissing his cheekbones, his naked chest falling and rising with ever breath he took.

Pumping him a couple of times with your palm, you swirled your tongue around his head, already weeping with pre-ejaculate, moaning as you tasted some of the salty liquid before you swallowed him whole. Or as much of him as you could. With how HUGE he was, it was always a struggle.

But you tried hard, remembered everything he had taught you, relaxed your throat till your nose touched the fuzzy soft curls at the base of his length. You tried to hold him there but then choked on him, the loud noise waking him up.

“What the...” he sprang up, causing his head to hit the back of your as you choked again, holding onto his thigh for support.

You looked to your side, blinking at him, you pulled him out with a loud ‘pop’, panting and trying to breath in some much needed oxygen. “Just wanted to wish you a good morning, daddy,” you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “and give you an early Christmas present.”

He smiled down at you, caressing your cheek before holding onto the back of your head, “Thanks, honey, you’re the sweetest girl in this whole world. Always taking such,” pushing you back down on his cock, “good care of your daddy,” he sighed as you licked a stripe up his slit before rigorously sucking him.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, entranced by the sight of your plump behind, sliding your thin panties to the side before swirling your juices over your puffy lips, “and you’re fucking wet,” he observed, his Bostonian accent prominent in his voice.

Your cheeks heat up at being caught red handed, you avert your gaze, trying to get away from his fingers, slipping into your heat.

“Aw, is my girl shy? There’s no need to be, sweetheart,” you mewled as he curled his fingers inside you, “Look at me,” he ordered, and like a good little doll you followed looked back at him, “You always look at me when you suck my cock, do you understand?”

You nodded, not being able to verbally answer with your mouth full of cock or pull away since he had a tight grip on the back of your head.

“Hold on, honey,” he rasped, lifting his hips off the bed, making you gag again, “remember to breath through your nose, we don’t want you choking,” he groaned.

He kept driving his hips into your mouth, squelching sinful noises came from your mouth, you tried to breath through your nose as he had asked you to, ready to swallow his creamy goodies as you always do. It was a nice way you often start your day but then he pulled you off of his throbbing cock which was blushed pink.

“I’m gonna cum, doll,” he stroked his cock, pulling your head back, “Take off your nightie,” he ordered and you slipped the straps off, exposing your breasts to him.

“Daddy,” you huffed, jutting your lower lip out, trying to get a hold of his dick because you wanted to finish him off but he swatted you away with his other hand.

“Don’t pout, honey, daddy’s gonna give you a nice pearl necklace as a thank you,” his head fell back against his pillow, his balls tightening as spurts of his hot cum landed all over your chest and breasts.

“It’s pretty,” you giggled, swirling his cum around, maybe you liked this better than swallowing him down, it was as if he was marking his territory. “I belong to you now,” you lay to his side, putting your head over his chest to listen to his heart beat, which seemed to be calming down now.

“You’ve always belong to me,” he tutted, his hand back in your panties, spreading your weeping petals.

You moaned, grinding against his palm, arching your back when his palm brushes against your sensitive clit.

“Not now, sweetheart,” he cruelly took his hand away as you slapped his chest in frustration. He growled, “You best watch yourself, honey, I still have enough time to teach you a lesson,” he threatened, delivering a harsh slap to your ass.

You yelped, holding onto his pectoral and giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he wanted to know.

“They’ve made today a holiday! Because of a snowstorm that’s supposed to come tonight. So you can stay in bed all day!” you squealed, pecking his lips before nuzzling your nose against his soft beard.

“I’ll still have to work from home, sweetheart. But that’s good, because now I get to,” he flipped you so you were under him, looking at his spend on your chest with a heated gaze “Teach you a lesson. And some manners. Waking me up with such ill intent...”

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You were snuggled up with a warm blanket on your couch, sitting up on a fluffy pillow because your ass was still sore from the ‘punishment’ Andy gave you that morning, a nice warm hot chocolate in hand with plenty of marshmallows.

You had dropped one off to Andy in his home office as well, with no marshmallows because he was no fun sometimes, hoping to maybe get some more action even though your pussy was still sore but he was too busy.

He promised to give you all the love and attention the whole week of holidays - starting tomorrow.

You had already decorated your entire home at the beginning of November, since you were a Christmas fanatic, and already cooked up a nice chicken roast and some fudge cake for dinner, there was nothing else to do.

You thought of maybe bothering Andy again but he’d just shoo you away like he did before.

You giggled as you felt a familiar pair of hands covering your eyes, “Is it Santa?” you tried to guess.

“Ho ho, it is!” he tried his best to speak in a deeper voice as you both laughed, “And I’ve got a treat for you!”

“But it’s not Christmas yet!” you squealed. Already excited to see what present he had for you. “Is it an ice cream cake? Or a new stuffie?”

Since you had not so subtly hinted at wanting a stuffed unicorn and rolled your eyes when he said you already have too many. As if anyone can have too many stuffies.

“Something much better,” he removed his hands, handing you a turquoise box and sitting next to you.

“From Tiffany’s?!” you screamed, opening it hastily, “oh my god, these are beautiful,” you marvelled at the ivory pearls, touching them hesitantly, they were the perfect size for you.

“I got some earrings to go with it too but you’ll have to wait till Christmas for them,” he took the necklace out of the box and worked on clasping it around your neck. Smiling fondly as they sat so beautifully on your neck, “Money well spent.”

“Thank you so so much,” you smothered his cheeks and his face with sloppy kisses, “I don’t have such a nice gift for you though.”

“You being here is gift enough, honey. I’m done with my work now and all yours,” he watched as your face lit up. His heart warm and excited to spend the holiday with his wife in his warm cosy home.

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[amythedvdhoarder]

Operation Two Turtle Doves

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1200

Summary: Steve makes you train on Christmas Eve, little do you know that he his running his own secret mission 

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: gif not mine. This is my second entry into the Merry Hoemas Writing Challenge hosted by myself, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares, @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline. Thought I would provide some festive fluff for the occasion. I chose the prompt: “You know what people call a ball buster on Christmas? A nutcracker...” 

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“Seriously Steve? You want us to train on Christmas Eve. What happened to the holiday spirit?” You weren’t normally one to argue with the Captains orders but this was outrageous. Christmas was a time for overindulgence and Christmas Eve, to you, was almost as sacred as the day itself. It was a time for wrapping the last few presents and spending time with the people you loved.

Most of the team had gone home to their families for the festive period. Pepper and Tony had taken Morgan to their log cabin in Vermont, Peter had tagged along. Wanda and Vision had gone to Germany for a more traditional Christmas. Clint had left to be with Laura and the kids and Nat had gone with him. Bruce was spending Christmas with Thor. Leaving just you, Bucky, Sam and Scrooge aka Steve behind at the compound for the holiday season.

Bucky had no problem with training, he was probably going to spend a few hours in the gym anyway. But Sam seemed to have the same opinion as you.

“You know what people call a ball buster on Christmas? A nutcracker...” you began to howl at Sam’s ridiculous quip. Steve’s face has turned a flustered shade of pink and Bucky was trying and failing to contain his laughter.

“Alright ha ha, get dressed. See you all in the gym in 10 minutes,” Steve scowled at Sam before getting up from the breakfast bar and heading off to his room.

“Come on,” you mused “the Grinch won’t be happy if we’re late.” The three of you dragged yourselves away from your cups of coffee and went to go get changed.

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Steve was already down there when you arrived in the gym. You were quite smug at the fact you had beaten Dam and Bucky down there. When they strolled in 15 minutes later Steve was huffing and puffing in annoyance.

“Right now we can get started. Sam and Y/N hand to hand drills. Buck you’re with me.” Bucky winked at you and followed Steve over to the punch bags.

“Still can’t believe he’s making us do this,” you grunted as you aimed a kick at Sam’s shins.

“Aww is Steve getting in the way of you spending some time with tin-man over there?” You were so shocked that Sam managed to land a punch to your stomach.

“What?” You spluttered.

“Oh come on, Christmas is the time for telling the truth Y/N. Both of you might be oblivious but I’m not,” he chuckled as you aimed a fist in his direction.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you grumbled as you upped your attack.

“Sure you don’t,” he rolled his eyes at you. You just scowled at him.

Sam did have a point, you did like Bucky. What was not to like? He had a mean sense of humour, was quiet but so perceptive. He would do little things for people to make their day a little easier, not that he ever admitted to doing it but you noticed. Bucky had welcomed you into the team, spent time getting to know you; arranging little movie nights and taking you out to explore his New York City.

People had mistaken the pair of you for a couple before now when you were out and about. You brushed it off and tried not to get hung up on it. It was definitely just platonic from Bucky’s side, it wasn’t his fault that you developed a crush on him. It wasn’t his fault he was the most attractive man you had ever met with eyes of crystalline blue that made your heart melt. But you weren’t going to admit any of this to Sam and definitely not to Bucky.

“Let’s swap. Sam with me and Y/N with Bucky. How about you two do target practice?”  Steve called over to the pair of you, essentially stopping what had now morphed from practice to a small fight.

“Why were you and Sam trying to hit each other, like properly hit each other?” Bucky nudged you gently as you walked over to him and his prized knife collection.

“Oh, no reason. He was just being his usual annoying self,” you shrugged, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to catch your lie.

“Seeing as Christmas, I’ll let you pick first,” Bucky said motioning to his store. You pulled open the doors to his little walk-in knife closet and stepped in.

“Thanks, I do feel honoured,” your voice dropped with sarcasm as you spun around and glanced over your shoulder to look back at  him.

“Bucky?” You asked slightly worried. He was stood completely still, eyes fixed to something above you.

You followed his gaze and spotted what he was looking at; some mistletoe tied right above your head.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, face flooding with heat.

“Suppose I should kiss you then,” with his signature lopsided grin, Bucky stepped closer to you.

He was standing so impossibly close to you, you were certain he could hear your heart pounding against your chest.

“We don’t have to, it’s just some old Christmas tradition,” you whispered.

“That’s true,” Bucky said, delicately tucking a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. “But I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”

“Oh...” Bucky cut you off by pressing his soft lips to yours, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. You hummed a little and you could feel Bucky smiling against your lips.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes. “Y/N...” This time you cut him off, covering his mouth with yours. This kiss was filled with passion, as the two of you finally did what you had been wanting to do for so long. Bucky moaned, his lips parting giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. Your hands looped behind his neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Bucky pressed himself closer to you, his metal hand resting on your hip.

“Operation two turtle doves is a success,” Steve’s amused voice made you and Bucky jump apart.

“Sure did Cap, who knew all it took was a little bit of mistletoe,” Sam stood behind Steve chuckling.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at them. “We didn’t really have to train, did we Steve?” You teased as you stepped nearer to Bucky.

“No, but it seems to have worked out alright,” he quirked his eyebrow as you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around your waist.

“Yeah yeah, now shove it punk and you too birdbrain, me and Y/N still got a bit of our own training to do,” Bucky grinned at his best friend who threw his arms up in mock defeat.

Sam and Steve disappeared, you could hear the laughter as they left the gym.

You turned to face Bucky and smiled. “We’re still below the mistletoe Buck.”

“Doll, I’m hoping we’re not always going to need to be beneath mistletoe to kiss from now on,” he tilted your chin up, searching your eyes for an answer.

You stepped backwards and pulled Bucky with you. “No, I don’t think we need the mistletoe anymore,” you leaned up to press your lips to his once again.

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[stxvercgersslut]

One of the good ones

Description: you always had a bad experience with Christmas in the past due to your bad home life. But your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, and his 4 year old daughter, Lilah, are determined to give you the best Christmas ever.

Warnings: extreme fluff like there is way too much fluff in this one fic and it wasn’t even supposed to this long! mentions of bad family experiences.

Prompts: Gif is a prompt too,

“you’re skipping Christmas? Isn’t that against the Law?” (Christmas with the Kranks)

A/n: yeah I’m late to the party but @chrissquares is just too damn amazing for me not to at least write one fic for this challenge!

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“No you have to be kidding!” Your boyfriend of almost 1 year spoke, totally and utterly shocked from your declaration just a few seconds ago. Mouth wide in shock horror causing the little 4 year old Sarah, named after Steve’s loving mother who had tragically passed away during the 40′s, to giggle slightly at how hysterically ridiculous her daddy looked right now.

You, on the other hand, weren’t as amused at the toddler. In fact, you were bored of the conversation already and the love of your life had only brought it up a couple seconds ago to make conversation. But then again you could just have been in a god awful bad mood like you always were this close to Christmas. “You heard me Steve...I’m not repeating it again. Please just drop it?” you pretty much begged at this point which seemed to cause Sarah to giggle a tad bit more since she seemed to find this entire scene quite amusing. Especially with how ridiculous the whole situation was.

But Steve didn’t want to end the conversation just yet. No he was determined to get to the bottom of this. “Nu uh baby girl. You don’t just get to blurt out that you’re skipping Christmas altogether and not explain why” he declared, a much sterner look on his face.

However, those words seemed to pluck Sarah’s attention away from her pretend tea party on the floor and landing her straight into the current conversation. She couldn’t seem to help herself. Especially after what she had just heard.

“What!” The four year old announced in the cutest little voice that Steve had ever heard in his life, causing the super soldier to crack a smile. Meanwhile your expression still stayed static. “you’re skipping Christmas? Isn’t that against the Law?” The toddler added to her previous shock.

You really weren’t expecting that. Especially not from a toddler as young as Sarah was. Yet you still managed to prepare yourself to answer her question. “It’s not against the law. It’s perfectly acceptable to just ignore Christmas all together” oh you should have known Sarah wouldn’t have accepted that answer.

“Why would you want to skip Christmas...” now she looked offended. No, offended wasn’t the word, she was totally and utterly shocked that someone would actually hate a holiday that she assumed everyone loved due to the magical experience. All kids loved Christmas so why didn’t you? That wasn’t something you truly didn’t want to disclose.

“Because” you answered, not having the energy to come up with anything too interesting that would actually put the situation to bed without any more questions. But if you’d believed that Sarah would just leave it at that then you were painfully mistaken.

“Because what?” She answered with her beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the sun light shining from the window with how wide her little eyes were. You really had started a war now.

However, finally your boyfriend decided to actually interject, seeing the way you cringed in thought “Sarah come on she doesn’t wanna answer baby” the super soldier explained, walking closer to you and wrapping his arms loosely around your waist to let you know that he was there. Just because he was trying to help ease the situation with his daughter didn’t mean he’d let this go. Oh no.

"Because isn't an answer!" And there it was, the delicate child had began to press you for answers that you truly didn’t want to expose.

Quickly you sat down on the floor with your step daughter, taking her little hand in yours before digging around in your brain for a answer that you could give to her. “Sarah.....it’s hard to explain baby...I don’t really think that this is a discussion that you really need to be a part of okay?....” you eased, placing a hand on her shoulder as a peace offering to which she seemed to take and just wander even closer to you, pretty much tugging you into a mighty tight hug. For a 4 year old she was extremely strong. Mostly due to the super soldier serum already running through her veins.

After the hug Sarah pulled away,  showing her shiny white baby teeth to you before giggling away to herself when she turned around to play with her toys again. Finally you had managed to stop the toddler from pressing for answers.

Steve, on the other hand, was not going to allow this to happen. You were the love of his life, the one that swooped into his life during a time where he had believed true love would never find him. You'd change his life for good and most importantly you were the very first women that he'd allowed into his daughters life. No way was he going to let you skip the lost wonderful time of the year. "And what do you plan on doing on Christmas Day if you're skipping Christmas then huh?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows which successfully made you laugh due to his stubbornness.

"Well...." you began, scratching your head in thought as you struggled for an answer. It was the easiest of things to answer since you barely did anything. "I'll probably watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S for the hundredth time and finish off a bottle of wine." You admitted, guessing truth would probably be the your one true option.

But the look on Steve's face told you otherwise. Maybe you should have just lied instead of telling the truth. Then at least you would have spared yourself the humiliation of telling the one man you loved more then anything about your plans for Christmas.

Steve laughed, he fucking laughed at you. Not in a rude way (you hoped) but in a way that showed just how shocked and confused he was at you antics. How could someone like you not want to celebrate Christmas? That had to be against the law right? Just like Sarah had said, no one should skip Christmas. “Baby! You really think I’m gonna let you just be alone for Christmas?” he spoke, voice stern as if he was speaking to one of his team mates and not you his literal girlfriend. Clearly Steve wasn’t ever going to let you just be miserable, especially when it was Christmas that was hanging in the balance. No he’d be damned if he was going to let any of what you had planned out for your Christmas alone. 

“Well I kinda wasn’t going to ask for permission.” You interjected, knowing that this was an argument waiting to happen but you didn’t really care at this point. All you really wanted was for this conversation to be over and for Steve to completely forget about everything that you had said. not that that was ever actually going to happen now. Of course that wasn’t going to happen.

Steve was silent for a few seconds as he crossed his arms in a slight huff, of course catching the eye of the small toddler who instantly repeated the same gesture in which her father had just done. that in itself was the most adorable thing in the world.

“Well you don’t need to ask permission I guess...but its still not right! I’m not letting it happen.” He spoke, once again using his stern Captain America voice. Which seemed to provoke a little giggle from Sarah before she once again repeated Steve’s exact words in her beautiful little childish voice. Although you really wanted to reply to his comment, right now you couldn’t. It was Sarah’s moment to interject so right now you allowed this to happen. Now that in itself had enough power to cause Steve to finally break his stern facade, letting out a joyful chuckle before turning to his little girl deciding to test how far Sarah’s little game would go. 

After a couple seconds Steve placed his hands on his hips he grinned childishly. Sarah once again repeated the action in her little childish ways. So in retaliation Steve placed his middle finger against his nose, Sarah repeated once again. Oh this game really was causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles. It was almost as if she had sensed the tension in the air and just wanted to put an end to it. Which the little girl had done effortlessly. Things like this really did seem to make you realise how lucky you were to be a part of Steve’s life. You just really hoped to god that Steve would never get bored of you. 

You had no idea how on earth any of this had happened, but after a few more minuets Steve had began to dance around with Sarah. Wiggling his body around like one of those inflatable balloons that danced around when the wind blew them just right. At that point you just couldn’t hold back the laughter that was erupting inside of you, causing your stomach to ache with how much you were laughing. Now you really had forgotten about the conversation that had once been important to Steve. Little did you know that Steve hadn’t forgotten, in fact it was still quite important to him.

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It had been a good couple of house later that Steve had finally managed to once again pluck up the courage to finally speak to you. He needed to make this Christmas one that you would never forget. If he didn’t then he would have failed, something he desperately didn’t want to happen. Especially when you were apart of his life. Clearly he loved you too much to let you deal with another Christmas alone, even if that was actually what you wanted to do. He’d be damned if he was going to let that happen.

After putting Sarah in her bed to nap, Steve slowly walked over to where you were sitting in Steve’s bedroom, a room he so longed to share with you. Maybe one day he would. Taking his time as he attempted to figure out exactly what he was going to say. Although he did have a small inkling as to what he wanted.

“Y/n.....baby.....I know it was hours ago since we spoke about your Christmas plans...but I think we need to continue that conversation.” He began, voice low as he attempted to kee the conversation quiet as to not wake Sarah.

This took you by surprise, your head shooting up from your phone screen to look him directly in the eyes. This time his eyes were less stern. No instead his beautiful blue eyes were softly looking at you as if you were the most angelic creature that he had ever encountered in his 100 years of living. And in his eyes you truly were.

“Steve....just drop it please....I just want to forget about Christmas this year like every year” you replied hoping he’d understand. Yet he didn’t.

“No baby....I’m not going to drop this!” His voice raising ever so slightly as he began to voice his opinion.

“Why? Why won’t you drop this? It’s one subject I don’t want to talk about!” You yelled back, although your voice still wasn’t too loud since you had to make sure you wouldn’t disturbe the sleeping toddler in the other room.

Your raised voice had seemed to throw Steve ever so slightly, confusing him. “Because this is important to me y/n! You’re important to me! And I’m not going to let you be sad and alone on Christmas Day! It’s just not happening” now he wasn’t asking. He was being assertive. Which wasn’t exactly the greatest thing in the world but what could you do about it? Clearly Steve wasn’t going to let go so you couldn’t either.

“I’m alone every other Christmas so why does this year have to be any different?” You challenged knowing Steve wouldn’t like that one bit. But the again you were most certainly past caring at this point.

Once again Steve was taken aback by your words. “You didn’t have me and Sarah back then! Now it’s different you don’t have to be alone on Christmas or any other day because you’ve got me! And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you be alone when you have two people in your life that love you more then anything in the whole world!”

He hadn’t heard it at first, hadn’t heard those words escape his lips until he saw your face drop. That stern look leaving your features and instead gracing your face with a much brighter smile that he had so desperately missed. That was when he’d realised that the words he’d tried so desperately to keep in until the time was right had now escaped his lips. To say he was terrified was an understatement. What scared you more was how worried he looked now.

“Y......you love me....” you asked with wide eyes, a smile gracing your features. The sound of those words really did seem to shock you. “Y.....You love me?” You repeated trying to get his attention.

Finally you had, that worried expression on his face still continuing to get wider as he tried to figure out if you would run or stay. Clearly terrified that he’d lose you because of what he had just said.

“Of course I love you y/n, I love you so much more then you will ever know. I know I should have never kept this from you for so long. I should have told you How I felt the second that I started to feel that way....” he explained hoping you’d understand as much as physically possible. That’s all he wanted.

“Why didn’t you?” You inquired.

“Because I was terrified of what you’d say...” he admitted, showing you the side of him he was too afraid to show.

“You shouldn’t have had to be scared. I love you too Steve....I love you so so much”

This Christmas was going to be the best Christmas you had ever experienced.

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[gogolucky13]

The Holiday Hack [3/3]

Summary: Another party, another plan, but Bucky is tired of faking. [Fake Dating AU]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of drinking. Mild swearing.

Word count: 3,065

A/N: Surprise! I originally didn’t have any plans to add more for The Holiday Hack, but people seemed to really enjoy it so I thought I’d bring these two back one more time! This is the third and final part of The Holiday Hack and my last entry for the Merry Hoemas Challenge hosted by @drabblewithfrannybarnes @chrissquares @starlightcrystalline @amythedvdhoarder @pumpkin-and-pine. Thank you ladies for putting this fun challenge together! Hope you like and happy new year! 😊💜 gif not mine.

Part One // Part Two

The following days after your family’s Christmas party found you and Bucky in a frenzy of flirty touches and eager kisses, always leaving you both wanting more. Driving back to the city the next day together wasn’t awkward in the slightest, to your somewhat surprise and honest delight. Bucky kindly offered to drive, and you said he could as long as he didn’t complain about the car being too small. He said he’d try, but couldn’t keep any promises.

Then once back in the city, most of your time had been spent together, usually in your apartment. Hanging out and apparently trying to make up on lost time wasted on petty jabs and childish taunts. With Sam still away for the holidays, the two of you took advantage of the alone time you had until you went your separate ways for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

While away, you kept in touch through flirty texts and silly pictures. At one point, you sent him a selfie of you and your childhood stuffed teddy bear he apparently took a liking to the second he saw it.

“Mr. Cuddles misses you :(“

His response was sweet, but still laced with his boyish teasing.

“Tell Mr. Cuddles I miss him, and I guess I miss you too ;)”

It made you smile because although Bucky admitted to liking you now, the teasing still didn’t stop, not that you really wanted it to. Now you knew his jokes weren’t meant to be taken seriously, the source of them coming from a place of adoration. Not that you ever thought he was being intentionally malicious before, it was just difficult at times to tell how much truth was behind a jab. Anyways, you’re convinced he still just likes to see you get flustered from what the things he says.

You can admit you didn’t necessarily want to be a part from Bucky, even for just a few days, but it allowed you the chance to sort yourself out, figure out where your head and heart lies with him and the sudden shift in friendship dynamic.

Up until the party, you thought you had Bucky figured out—a brooding, wannabe playboy who only gave you attention when he was teasing you about something or other. But then, pretending to be together had both of your guards unintentionally coming down, and suddenly you were seeing him in a new, affectionate light and he was confessing he’s liked you for a long time. To say you were blindsided would be an understatement.

But you can’t deny the increase of your heartbeat when he looks at you or touches you, or the fluttering in your belly when your phone lights up with a new message from him. And the way your body seems to turn to jelly when he presses those soft lips against yours… So maybe you were a little more than hung up on your no longer mysterious neighbor.

With New Year’s quickly approaching, your friends settled on having a small get together. No bars or elaborate parties this year. None of your friends know you and Bucky are kind of seeing each other now. You’ve both been too caught up in exploring the new change of your relationship that thinking of telling the others wasn’t on the top of either of your lists. Also, you’re more than happy to avoid having to deal with pestering questions or witty remarks about the situation. Therefore, you came to the conclusion to not tell anyone until after the buzz of the holiday season was over.

The party is tonight, Natasha and Clint graciously offering their larger apartment to host the New Year’s Eve festivities. All of your friends will be there, a part from Sam who won’t be home until the next day.

“Why can’t we go together again?” Bucky asks from your bed. He lays with his legs crossed at the ankles, flesh arm propped behind his head while his metal hand rests on his abdomen.

“Because it will draw suspicion,” you reply from the bathroom, finishing up with your hair.

“What? How?” The confusion and minor frustration in his tone is evident.

“When have we ever shown up to anything together before?” Popping your head out of the bathroom, you give Bucky a pointed look as if to say the reasoning is obvious.

He groans from the bed, metal hand dragging over his face. “This is stupid.”

“Well, it’s just for tonight.”

“What if I want to kiss you while we’re there?”

A smile lifts the corner of your lips because he’s so cute with his blue eyes looking to you, wide with an innocent curiosity and faint panic at the prospect of not getting the chance to kiss you when he wants to.

“I guess you’ll have to practice some restraint,” you smirk, raising an eyebrow at him.

Another groan, but louder this time, erupts from his chest. “This is so stupid!” He huffs before getting up from your bed to stand in the doorway of the bathroom. “I think you should consider telling people tonight.”

“And I think you should consider leaving because Steve will be here any minute.” You give him a toothy grin before moving to plant a kiss to his cheek, but he’s quick.

Turning his head just in time to catch your lips with his, Bucky gently grasps your face with his hands, holding you close as he deepens the kiss. When you pull away, you’re left breathless and slightly dizzy.

“If this is the only chance I get to kiss you tonight, I’m going to make it worth it,” he softly says, lips still hovering close to yours. He leans in again, placing a chaste kiss to your lips then your cheek, before he lets go and steps away. “See you in a bit, Doll.” He shoots you a wink then makes his way out of your apartment.

Natasha and Clint’s place is always impeccable, considering Natasha’s career as an interior decorator, it has to be. But this year, the holiday decorations she’s chosen leaves you gaping in awe at their beauty. Frosted blues, whites, and silvers are everywhere, from the ornaments on the tree to the faux snowy garland on the table tops. Glass icicles cover the island in the kitchen and you’re convinced you’ve stepped into an enchanted Winter Wonderland.

“These decorations are amazing, Nat,” you comment, eyes still roaming over the captivating apartment. “So beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Natasha smiles, plating a few more appetizers. “And thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” you say before taking a sip of your drink. “Who else is coming tonight?”

“Um, I think just the usuals. Wanda and Vis, Bucky, Tony said he might stop by,” she replies. “Oh, one of Clint’s friends from work, Thor, is coming.” Her features are warping into one of mischief at the mention of this Thor guy, and you can already see the wheels turning inside the redhead’s mind.

“No, Nat,” you state firmly. “I don’t want a set up.”

Natasha raises her hands in surrender. “I didn’t say anything. Just…letting you know the option is there.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you take another sip of your drink in an attempt to stop the sudden urge to confess to your friend you don’t need the option because there’s already someone who’s caught your eye.

Before you get the chance to change the topic, the sound of the front door opening and new voices filters in from the hallway. Ears perking and heartbeat rising, the sound of one specific voice catches your attention and induces a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

Clint, who was entertaining Steve in the living room, enters the kitchen with Wanda and Vis. The group exchange greetings, and as you pull away from Wanda’s hug, Bucky walks in with Steve. His eyes immediately lock with yours and you try to hide the smile threatening to break through.

Watching as Bucky says hello to everyone, you suddenly get nervous. How should you greet him? A hug? A handshake? High five? Before the only greeting you gave to one another was some form of playful taunt. But things were different now between you two, although, no one else knew it yet.

“Y/n.” Bucky’s voice breaks you from your thoughts and you realize he’s holding his hand out to you, an impish smirk on his lips.

“Uh,” you hesitate for a moment, looking around at everyone, then take his hand for the most awkward handshake of your life. “Bucky.”

He lingers by your side after the handshake, and you feel the faint touch of his hand playfully cupping your backside. Eyes darting around to assure no one is paying attention, you give him a quick look of admonishment before stepping away from him. He sticks his bottom lip out, puppy dog eyes silently expressing their sadness with the situation.

A knowing look comes over your features, a small smile tugging at your lips. Heart warming at the thought of Bucky wanting nothing more than to touch and kiss you right now. You sip your drink and attempt to join in the conversation between Steve and Wanda.

The hours counting down to midnight are filled with board games and drinking games, music continuously playing through the living room speakers. About an hour after Wanda, Vis, and Bucky arrived, Clint’s friend from work, Thor, showed up. Tall, muscular, blond-haired, blue-eyed Thor.

Natasha was sure to introduce the two of you, feigning ignorance of her plan to set you up. Thor is nice, so you entertained him in some friendly conversation, but you have no intentions of exchanging numbers or going on dates. Besides, he isn’t really your type.

After excusing yourself to use the restroom, you come back to the living room and sit beside Wanda on the couch. The buzzing of your phone distracts you from her conversation with Natasha. Retrieving the device from you pocket, the all too familiar fluttering in your stomach picks up when you see Bucky’s name attached to a new message flash on your screen.

You look pretty tonight.

Eyes darting up to meet his from across the room, he sits nonchalantly on one of the barstools from the kitchen, pretending to be engaged in a conversation with Clint. A bashful heat takes over your body, bottom lip between your teeth as you try to hold back a smile.

“What’s got you smiling like a little school girl?” Natasha’s voice pulls your attention from Bucky. “Or should I say who?”

Clearing your throat, your phone finds its way back into your pocket before you respond. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply coolly.

“Mhm,” Natasha hums as she sips her drink, letting you off the hook for now, but you know your friend is stubborn and too intuitive for her own good, and will eventually ask questions. You often think if her profession as an interior designer falls through, she could always work as a spy for the CIA.

Throughout the night, you’ve kept your distance from Bucky, much to both of your dismay. It’s not that you’re ashamed to say you’re seeing him, but you know your friends, and you know they like to make a big deal out of nothing. But you often catch yourself wistfully thinking of holding his hand, or sharing a New Year’s Eve kiss.

Maybe you should consider telling everyone tonight.

Somehow you’ve ended up in another conversation with Thor, the two of you sitting alone on the couch. You don’t think much of it, he’s got some interesting views on space travel you don’t mind listening to as you drink your holiday cocktail.

But you feel a pair of blue eyes on you, and they don’t belong to tall blonde in front of you.

Bucky still sits on the barstool on the other side of the room, attempting to keep up with Vis and Clint’s conversation, but you can tell he’s miles away. If the slight crease of his brow is any indication, he doesn’t seem too thrilled watching you chat with Thor.

You shoot him a wink to ease his nerves, and he playfully narrows his eyes at you in return.

Eventually, you politely inform Thor you’re in need of a refill and excuse yourself to the kitchen. When you enter the closed off space, you immediately sense you aren’t alone. Turning around, Bucky unsurprisingly stands in the doorway.

“Stalking me?” You ask with a sly smirk.

Bucky shakes his head, shoulders shrugging in indifference. “Nah, just wanted some water.” He moves towards the fridge, stepping around you.

“Oh, okay, don’t mind me then,” you reply, picking up your drink.

Moving towards the door, you don’t get far when a strong hand grasps your upper arm.

“No, wait,” Bucky says, “I changed my mind. I am stalking you and I’d like a kiss.”

Placing your drink on the counter, you allow him to pull your body into his, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Okay, but only because you’re so charming with your stalker ways.” You smile, but it quickly fades when he presses his lips against yours. You wish you could kiss him everyday, all day.

The kiss deepens when Bucky slips his tongue out to lick at your lower lip, and you gladly entwine your tongue with his. His hands are around your jaw, your hands find their way under his shirt to run light fingers over his lower back. Always losing yourselves in each other, neither of you notice when Natasha enters the room.

“Hey guys, it’s almost midnight—“ But the words are lost when she catches sight of the scene in her kitchen. “Well, what do we have here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorframe as a perfectly manicured eyebrow is raised in questioning.

Pulling away from each other, throats are clearing and you brush a hand through your hair, heat building in your body for a whole new reason.

“Hey…Nat.” Your voice is weak in its attempt to sell an air of nonchalance.

“Seems like I found the who from earlier, just never would’ve guessed it to be Barnes!” She says with a laugh. “How long have you two been…”

“Not long,” you say. “And we haven’t really told anyone, so can you please not say anything? We were planning to tell everyone after the holidays.”

Natasha puckers her lips in contemplation, eyes narrowing at the two of you. “Fine. Steve and Sam are gonna lose their shit when they find out. Promise me you’ll tell them when I’m there.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Oh, but this is so exciting!” She squeals, clapping her hands. “I always thought the two of you might eventually—“

“Okay, okay!” You say, cutting her off and rolling your eyes.

And this would be the reason why you didn’t want to tell anyone just yet. Grabbing your drink, you give Bucky one last look before ushering Natasha back into the living room with you.

The clock on the cable box indicates there’s only a few minutes left until the ball drops, and the group has gathered around the tv to watch the festivities in Times Square play out on the screen. As the countdown begins, the couples begin to pair off as they anticipate for their New Year’s Eve kiss.

“10! 9! 8!”

Gently chewing on your bottom lip, you shoot a quick glance to Bucky.

“6! 5! 4!”

“Screw it.”

Lips pressed into a hard line of determination, Bucky marches over to you.

“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!”

Large hands grasp your cheeks, soft lips on yours, and you’re pulled into one of the most captivating kisses you’ve ever experienced. The drink you hold nearly drops to the floor as Bucky’s entire being consumes you. Gentle touches and fervent kisses, you wish you could stay in this moment forever.

But then Bucky pulls away, his forehead against yours as sighs of content escape the two of you.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait any longer,” he chuckles breathily.

“It’s—“

“What the fuck?!”

Steve’s voice breaks the two of you out of your reverie, and it’s only then do you both realize all eyes have been on you.

Wide eyes of embarrassment meet Steve’s wide eyes of bewilderment, and you’re fumbling for what to say.

“Steve—“

“You two like each other now?” He asks, brow furrowing as he clearly tries to make sense of what he just saw.

“Well, I don’t think we never not liked each other, but yeah, I guess we do,” you reply with a slight smile on your lips. You look to Bucky, whose cheeks are as red as Rudolph’s nose, and the endearment of it has your smile growing.

“Wow, okay, I never saw this coming,” Steve sighs, shaking his head as if that’ll help to sort his confusion. “Well, I guess congratulations. I’m happy for you both.” He gives you a smile, one that is genuine despite the corners of his eyes still lingering in bafflement.

“Thanks, Stevie.”

“Yeah, uh,” Bucky coughs, attempting to clear his throat of the awkwardness he’s created, “Thanks.”

“Have you guys told Sam yet?”

“No, not yet,” you reply, pressing your lips together in a suppressed smile because you can only imagine what his reaction will be. Probably more perplexed than the one Steve gave you.

“Alright, well when you do, make sure I’m there,” Steve says with a laugh.

The apparent shock has worn off of the group, and everyone has either gone for a refill, to use the restroom, or turned their attention back to the tv.

Peering back to Bucky, he meets your gaze with a hint of hesitation tinting the blueness of his eyes.

“Sorry if I—“

“Don’t apologize,” you say, stepping closer to him. “We had to tell them eventually. I guess this was just like ripping the bandaid off.”

“Yeah, suppose it was somewhat quick and painless,” Bucky sighs.

“Well, we still have to tell Sam,” you smirk.

“Mm,” he hums in affirmation, “That one may not be so quick and painless, but we’ll worry about that when he gets back.” He gives you a smile, pulling you into him once again and places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Happy New Year, Doll,” he whispers softly against your skin.

“Happy New Year, Bucky.”

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[gotnofucks]

Fallen Together

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 347

A fluffy drabble for Merry Hoemas Challenge by @chrissquares @starlightcrystalline @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine @amythedvdhoarder

Summary: Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other’s arms.

Prompt: Cuddle up together underneath a cozy blanket (only using gif coz its so pretty)

Masterlist

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One thing Bucky will never get over is the feeling of seeing you in his shirt, the hem of it going past your mid-thigh. There you were in front of the huge window, the top button of Bucky’s shirt undone and different coloured woolen socks pulled up to your calf. He could have leaned against the doorway and watched you until an age passed, the very image of you warming his heart in this winter season.

He came up behind you, sitting so that his legs spanned on either side of you and you giggled, leaning your back on his warm chest. He smiled, arms coming to wrap around yours, cupping the steaming mug of hot chocolate from over your palms.

“Good morning snowflake” He greeted, voice still raspy from sleep. You tilted your head back to look into his eyes, one hand going behind his head so you could bring him down and press your lips softly to his.

“Good morning angel daddy” you whisper, and Bucky nudged your temple with his nose, legs tangling together and pulling you closer.

“Angel daddy? That’s new” He comments. You nod, putting your mug down so you could turn around in between his legs and hold onto him, resting your head in his neck.

“Mornings spent in your arms feel like a slice of heaven, so you’re my angel daddy.”

Bucky’s heart beats strongly, a powerful force of love and peace washing over him, your presence in his life like a layer of soothing balm over the wounds life inflicted on him.

“Oh snowflake, only you could see an angel inside a demon” He says. You take his chin in your hand, letting your eyes burrow deep in his, looking at the swirling light of his soul within.

“Demons are also fallen angels my love, and we can make this hell our very own heaven, as long as you hold me in your arms.”

The cold winds raced outside, and Bucky gathered you closer, a fluffy blanket cocooning you in a world removed from all else but each other.

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[amythedvdhoarder]

A Christmas Present for Life

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 640

Summary: Bucky makes you open your first Christmas present as soon as the clock strikes 12.

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: gif not mine. This is my third entry into the Merry Hoemas Writing Challenge hosted by myself, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares, @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline. The festive writing spirit must have hit me. I chose the prompt: unwrapping presents.

Not beta read and written hastily on my phone, any and all mistakes are my own!

Divider made by the incredibly talented @chrissquares

Check out some of the other amazing entries for hoemas here

“Doll, can you open this present real quick for me?” Bucky asked as he tried to hide his nerves.

“Buck, it’s only just turned midnight. We should be going to bed, not opening presents” you rolled your eyes at his eagerness.

“Please Y/N? This just this one, then we can go to bed. Don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if you leave it until the morning,” the hint of desperation in his voice quickly made your resolve break.

“Ok, you can stop giving me the puppy dog eyes now,” you laughed, taking the small, wrapped gift from your boyfriend's hand.

You pulled on the red velvet ribbon and began working on the brown paper.

“How much scotch tape did you use on this?” You scoffed as you struggled to find a way in.

“Oh, come on, you're an avenger this should be a doddle,” he teased.

Your nail found a gap in the tape and you ripped open the paper. When you pulled it all away you found a small, slightly battered, black leather box.

You froze, eyes widening in shock. “Buck, what is this?” You looked up and him, his blue eyes shiny with tears.

“Open it,” he whispered softly.

Pushing back the lid, you looked down to find a delicate silver ring, topped with dark blue sapphire, surrounded by a small circle of diamonds. An audible gasp of surprise left your lips and you immediately turned to look at Bucky. But he wasn’t sitting next to you anymore, instead he was kneeling before you on one knee.

“I wanted to do this so much sooner, but it took me a while to track down my mother’s ring. Y/N, you have brought me back to life. You are my reason for getting up every morning and the only mission I have now is to try and make you as happy as you've made me. If you’ll have me of course,” Bucky paused to take your hand and briefly pressed it to his lips. “Y/N, will you make me the happiest centenarian in the world and marry me?”

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. “It’s the easiest question I’ve ever been asked. Yes Bucky, of course I will marry you!”

The biggest grin broke out on Bucky’s face. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your ring finger. You held out your hand to admire the new addition.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

“Nothing compares to you doll,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his never-ending flattery.

You climbed down off the sofa, wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips softly to his. Bucky broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“Sorry it wasn’t a fancy proposal.”

You leant back so you could look into his eyes. “It was perfect, the Christmas tree lit up, the fire crackling in the background. I don’t need anything else to make it special, just you.”

Closing the distance between you, Bucky peppered your cheek with kisses, working his way down to your lips. You sighed into it, lips parting enough to allow Bucky to deepen this kiss. His tongue danced with yours as you moved yourself into his lap, Bucky letting out a satisfied hum in response.

Reluctantly you pulled away. “As much as I would love to take this further, I, unlike you, need to go to sleep. Especially if you want me to be awake during Christmas dinner,” you teased.

Bucky huffed slightly but then smiled “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he stood, picking you up with him. “Can’t wait to show off my fiancée to everyone tomorrow, let the whole world know you’re mine,” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and started carrying you to the bedroom.

“I was always yours Buck.” 

You had never uttered a truer statement.

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