“Do you want to tell me why you’re in a dumpster or should I guess?”
The question from Tony Stark’s mouth came simply, a shapely eyebrow quirked while the billionaire let his arms cross, the dark blue suit lightly dusted in fading golden rays as the daylight slowly sunk with the sun. His brown eyes were settled on the redheaded girl who had seemingly crash landed into the dumpster just outside the compound.
It was taking everything in the older hero not to burst out laughing.
Dark green eyes met his as the girl puffed, shoving up off the trashbags that had broken her fall, thankfully none of them were busted, but the smell was not pleasant. A mixture of scraps, metal, and vermin droppings lingered over the warm plastic below delicate hands.
“Just shut up,” Came Tabbitha’s reply as she gripped the edge, scowling at the grime that was there for a moment before she pushed up enough to throw herself out of the green metal bin. Looking up once she was stood on the pavement, Tabbi stuck her tongue out at the man who was on the balcony.
“So lady like,” He droned, clearly unimpressed with the S.H.I.E.L.D agent who was currently taking residence with him and the few other Avengers that were at the compound.
“You held up quite well!” The boom of Thor’s voice caught Tony by surprise, amber eyes flicking up to the well groomed God who had seemingly been sparring with the human below.
“Yeah. thanks, Thor. I’ll get back with you after I run some numbers,” Tabbitha called with a smile to the male who held a hand up in response before he headed back towards the training room.
Thank the Gods they had left the sliding glass door open, other wise, Tabbi may have a few more issues to worry about than a delayed deployment of her latest gadget. Just as she was about to move, her bracelet pinged- leaving Tony to laugh as a small air mattress deployed much like an airbag might.
“Shut up!” The redhead called again, glaring up at the genius who motioned her inside.
Some you win and some, well, you win. - James B. Barnes
Author: theweirdymcweirderson
Characters: Reader, James B. Barnes
Relationships: Bucky Barnes×Reader
Word count: 1206 (these are getting longer and longer, sorry)
Summary: Bucky and the reader engage in some teasing games.
Warnings: 18+, Pet names, Boyfriend!Bucky, explicit words, lead up to smut, teasing, Bucky Barnes’ fucking arm, light chocking I guess, kinda Dom!Bucky. That’s it I think, let me know if you fiind more.
Notes: You may wonder what this is, the answer to that is I don’t know :)
It’s written in a third person’s point of view, but it’s still reader insert, I guess. ‘*Name’ stand for (Y/n), sorry, I’m lazy :)
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She watches as he moves from the counter to the fridge, entranced by the way his sweats shift following his movements, loving the way they cling to his thighs. She’s in absolute love with those thighs of betrayal of his.
She can’t help herself; she’s fucking starving and James Buchanan Barnes is a whole damn meal.
His metal arm pulls the fridge open, and she’s certain her cheeks are flushing red courtesy of the thoughts swirling in her head about that beautiful arm in general, and those thick fingers of his in particular. His hand resurfaces from behind the door with a water bottle and the panties she’s wearing dampen before he even brings it up to his lips.
Her eyes are glued to him as his pink tongue darts out for a quick swipe over those full lips of his before the neck of the bottle makes contact with them. She groans her appreciation and his cloudy blues find her; a small, smug smile spreading on his face as he purposefully lets a drop escape to trail down his chin and along his neck.
She envisions her tongue slowly licking up that trail and in doing so, she clenches her thighs together, anything to get some friction and alleviate the ache. Bucky is full on grinning now as he lowers the bottle, there’s a teasing laugh that lights up his eyes and she wants nothing more than to walk over to him and kiss the smugness off his beautiful face. She doesn’t, though, because she already knows how this dance ends, and it’s a very happy ending.
James Buchanan Barnes is a fucking tease and she’s a sucker for the anticipation.
“Something you want, dollface?”
She shakes her head, smiles seductively at him and slides down in the armchair she’s sitting on, spreading her legs as she gets in a more comfortable position for their little game. His eyes dart down, and they darken, pupils dilating to leave a barely visible ring of the steely blue she loves so much. Bucky lets his eyes linger and then slowly brings them up, taking his sweet ass time in mapping her body.
There’s a filthy promise in Bucky’s eyes when they meet hers once more, and her heart skips a beat when he leans back against the counter. He’s not going to make the first move. Teasing, however, he’s going to do plenty of that.
His hand reaches for the fruit basket and he has the guts of winking her way as he grabs a banana. She chuckles with a shake of her head, he might be sexy as hell, but he is just as childish.
Bucky takes his time as he peels the fruit, eyes locked on hers, watching as her gaze follows his fingers; he knows her weaknesses and he plans on using each one of them to his advantage. As he brings the banana up to take his first bite, he makes it so that his movements deliberately pull his t-shirt up in the process, blessing her with a glimpse of his well-defined lower abdomen. That’s the only reason behind his sweats always hanging low on his hips.
She loves the glimpses and he loves how much she loves them.
The happy trail she hardly has a chance to see, is like a neon sign directing her to the jackpot. If she wasn’t so competitive, she’d already be sliding to her knees. Her tongue pokes out, wetting her parted lips before it settles against the corner of mouth, teasing him as much as it’s teasing her as their minds wander.
His right hand finds his cock and he readjusts himself, the way his nostrils flare and his bicep flexes with the twitch of his fingers, informs her of the effect her simple actions are having on him. She feels forever in debt to whoever invented muscle tees.
Bucky undresses her with his eyes, and his next bite is far more frustration ridden than the first.
When he switches hands, brings the metal one down to cup himself, she crumbles, breaks and melts right there under his gaze and he grins wolfishly. She gets up, sways her way to him and he licks his lips, traps the lower one under his teeth when she comes to stand in front of him.
The half-eaten banana is discarded on the counter behind him as he leans back on his hands, waiting for her next move. He fucking loves winning.
Her hand reaches up, thumb tracing his bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth while she cups his jaw. She stares until she gets her fill and then leans up to ghost her lips on his.
“Such a pretty fucking face. Just made to be sat on.”
He ducks down, feathers his lips along her cheekbones as he walks her back until he has her trapped against the island. Thigh slotting between hers, he brings his hands low on her hips, drags them tortuously up until they borrow under the t-shirt she has on; the shiver that runs through her is nothing compared to things he’s going to do to her and yet, it does things to him.
Oh yeah, he really fucking loves winning.
“Too bad, dollface, ’s already taken.”
She pouts briefly, and damn if he doesn’t love the little jut of her bottom lip, always begging to be sucked on. Then her hands are moving from where they have found their place around his midriff, gliding down his sides, until they reach his Adonis belt and pull on the elastic band of the stupid grey sweatpants she adores on him. She may complain about what a tease he is, but she’s just as bad.
“Anything I can do to convince you to make an exception, sarge?”
“Getting desperate for it, aren’t we?”
He nudges her nose with his, whispers the words against her lips; hands pulling her down to press on his thigh as he flexes his quad just to get that sharp intake of breath out of her.
“Don’t get cocky, Barnes, you may have won this round, but I’m gonna have you fucking begging next time.”
A chuckle rumbles up his chest, husky and deep, and she feels it reverberating against her chest as his eyes bore into hers, flames lighting his calming blues with dark intent. He pulls her sharply up until their hips connect and she can feel how hard his cock is for her; he smells the arousal pooling in her panties, hears the gush of wetness.
“Bold of you to threaten when you know who’s gonna be making the rules, *Name.”
“Bold of you to assume I can’t take your worst, big boy.”
The sentence finishes in a rush of breath out of her parted lips as he easily hoists her up, metal arm around her waist as his flesh hand wraps around her throat. She loves his blatant displays of brute force, they tap in some primitive part of her brain and never fail to render her a speechless, needy mess for him.
“Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dollface.”
James Buchanan Barnes loves winning, and sometimes, when he gets like this, she really loves losing.
Warning: age gap, mamma mia themed birthday party? picture in moldboard does not depict the reader, plus size reader isn’t actually mentioned ‘tis just for me
Summary: your boyfriend has a bad habit of spoiling you despite your objection and you were a fool to think your birthday would be any different
Warning: age gap, think that’s all but let me know if I missed something
Summary: it’s your first time sleeping at the avengers’ tower since you and tony made your relationship public and you’re a little anxious with all of those superheroes around you
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble Summary: You come home injured and stubborn but Bucky is having none of it. Word Count: 496 A/N: idk I’m having writers block/lack of motivation so i just wanted to write some short and sweet. and i wanted to write for bucky again. hopefully someone enjoys this :)
You stopped at the end of the hallway, annoyed and hurt. Things hadn’t exactly gone as planned on your mission today and, well, you didn’t want to admit you had fucked up. You had seriously fucked up and now you were hurt and sad and angry and… You took in a shaky breath and turned back to your boyfriend.
“Please, Bucky, just let me go to bed,” you begged, your shoulders sagging in resignation.
Bucky closed the space between you two. He pushed back a few strands of hair that had fallen out of your once well-done bun.
“You’re hurt, babe,” he muttered. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
Now he was the one begging. You saw the deep, unfortunate worry swirling in his heavy eyes.
“Fine, but—,”
But before you could finish your sentence, Bucky was lifting you up bridal style and marching straight for the bathroom. You yelped and gripped onto his neck for support.
“What the hell?!” You exclaimed as Bucky set you down on the bathroom counter. He was already working quickly to get out your gigantic but necessary first aid kit. Neither of you was strangers to needing to be patched up but you didn’t love it. Especially not after today. It made you feel some kind of…weak.
But you also knew you couldn’t fight Bucky on this, not any longer. The cuts on your face were still slowly dripping blood and the bruises on your arms needed ice.
Bucky ignored your outburst as he began dabbing at your wounds, cleaning them out. Every now and then you’d wince and he’d mumble a sorry but never let up. It was annoying — but not at annoying as a full-blown infection, you guessed.
“You were really going to go to bed like this?” Bucky grumbled as he stared at the blood-soaked washcloths.
“Yes,” you answered out of spite. “And I was perfectly fine with it.” The bitterness and adrenaline still hadn’t worn off you yet.
Bucky entertained it, though. “You would have turned our pillowcases red,” he replied and began working on carefully bandaging the cuts.
“Whatever,” you mumbled.
Bucky sighed and halted his work. He nudged your chin with his finger, forcing you to meet his concerned gaze.
“What happened today, doll?” He asked softly. You immediately began blinking back tears.
“It was…” You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, Buck.”
Your boyfriend was silent for a moment before eventually nodding in agreement. He went back to bandaging.
“Later, though, okay?” He said. “We’ll talk about it later.”
There was no room for argument in his tone. You gripped at the hem of his shirt like it was your stabilizer.
“Okay, Buck,” you said. “I—I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he responded and kissed your forehead. You felt your body relax slightly. What would you have done without him? Without this?
Author’s Note: I’m super proud of this one. It doesn’t follow the song as much as some of the others, but it’s still super adorable. ENJOY!
You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I’m telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town
Your son, Evan, was beyond ecstatic when you and Steve told him that you were going to see Santa. He had been on his best behavior for the past two weeks, being extra careful not to do anything bad until Christmas, which just happened to be tomorrow.
Now, you’re waiting in line with Evan who is bouncing up and down excitedly waiting for his turn to see Santa.
“You excited, little man?” Steve asks, looking down at his son with a fond smile.
“Yes! Daddy, I’m gonna meet Santa Claus!” The five year old exclaims. “I’m going to ask for something super special,” he says, a secretive glint in his eye. You raise an eyebrow at your son’s antics.
“And what’s that?” You ask.
“I can’t tell you, Mama! I can only tell Santa!” Evan deadpans, looking at you with a look that just screams “duh”.
He’s making a list And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town
When it’s his turn, Evan runs up the two stares and practically jumps into Santa’s lap. You laugh and lean into your husband’s embrace as you watch the scene in front of you unfold.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa says, lifting Evan up into his lap. “And what is your name?”
“Evan,” Evan says, but more timid than before.
“Have you been a good boy this year, Evan?”
“Yes, sir.” You grin at your son’s manners; it was something he’d been working on with him.
“And what do you want for Christmas, Evan?”
Evan eyes you and Steve warily before turning back to Santa and whispering into Santa’s ear.
“I want a baby sister.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa laughed. “That one might be a little out of my hands, but I’ll see what I can do.” You and Steve share a look; what had your son just asked for?
Evan smiled. “Thanks, Santa!” And then Evan jumped off of Santa’s lap and ran over to Steve.
“Merry Christmas!”
“You ready to go, bud?” Steve asks.
“Yup!” Evan replies, running a little ahead to get out of the line. Steve follows right behind him.
You, however, take a detour to ask Santa your own question. Santa raises an eyebrow as you lean forward just a little.
“What did he ask for?”
Santa chuckles. “He asked for a baby sister.” Your eyes widen and Santa and he chuckles once more. You mumble out a ‘thanks’ before you run to catch up with your family.
He sees you when you’re sleeping He knows when you’re awake He knows if you’ve been bad or good So be good for goodness sake!
After you put Evan to bed with the reminder that Santa won’t come if he doesn’t go to sleep, you and Steve settle down on the couch to watch some T.V.
“So, what did he ask for?” Steve asks as you cuddle into his side and turn on the T.V.
You giggle at the memory. “Oh! Santa said he wants a baby sister for Christmas. Hence the “that’s a little out of my hands” thing.”
Steve’s eyes widen in surprise. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s a good thing he has one on the way, then,” he says, placing his hand over your stomach.
“Hey, we don’t know it’s a girl, yet,” you point out with a giggle.
“I guess not,” Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
O! You better watch out! You better not cry Better not pout I’m telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town
Author’s Note: Just FYI, I did cut some of the lyrics to this song to make it fit the story, and all of that junk. Also, the gif isn’t really relevant to the story. ENJOY!
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah.
You sigh as you sit down on the couch in the corner of the room. Tony’s annual Christmas Eve party was in full swing, but there was no way you could feel more alone. Looking down at your glass of wine, you sigh once more before taking a timid sip. When you look back up at everyone in the room, your wandering eyes fall on a certain raven haired Asgardian prince.
“Is everything alright?” You turn to see Natasha sitting beside you.
“I’m good. The party is just lousy.” You smirk a little, and Natasha grins.
“Don’t let Tony hear you say that.”
“Mhmm.”
“Would your sour mood have anything to do with being without a specific date?”
You turn and glare at your best friend.
“Shut up.”
Natasha just smirks before standing up. Looking down at you she says: “The night’s still young, Y/N.” And she walks away.
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
With a toy on Christmas Day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
Natasha’s words ring in your ears as you watch her walk away, and once she’s disappeared in the crowd, your eyes begin to wander around for Loki once more. Then you spot him; he’s standing next to his brother looking more than uncomfortable. Taking a swig of your drink, you place your glass on a nearby table and work your way through the crowd towards Loki.
Oh, I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for snow
And I’m just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
Your plan is devious, but you thought maybe, just maybe, the god of mischief would appreciate it. You slide right up next to him and gently nudge his arm with your body.
“Hey, there,” you say.
Loki looks down at you and smiles slightly.
“Hello.”
“This party blows.”
Loki laughs.
“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?”
“And where would that be?” Loki inquired, raising an eyebrow at you. You shrug and offer him your hand; he obliges and lets you lead him out onto the balcony.
“Why did you bring us out here?” Loki asks, looking out over the balcony when you just smirk and point up. He looks above his head and sees mistletoe handing from the shade above the doors leading back inside. He smirks as he looks back down at you. “You know, Y/N, if you wanted to kiss, all you had to do was ask.”
I won’t make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won’t even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You grin up at the god in front of you.
“What’s the fun in that? Mistletoe is so more festive.” Loki grins. “Well,” you ask, “we gonna kiss, or what?” You raise an eyebrow teasingly.
“Well, I do believe it is per Midgardian tradition.”
You laugh, and look up into his blue eyes. You’re just looking at him, losing yourself in the vastness that is Loki, when you notice his face is getting closer and closer. And then, suddenly, his lips are on yours and you are locked in a heated kiss.
Author’s Note: I am sorry that this is out so late. I swear that I wrote this at about 6:00, but I did so on my phone and didn’t get to my laptop to edit it until just now. It’s late, but I hope you enjoy it even still.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
You’re sitting on the couch in your boyfriend’s apartment cuddled up against him in front of the electric fireplace, and you’re warm, and comfortable, and there’s no where you’d rather be in this moment, but when you look out the window, you’re afraid you might have to be somewhere else.
“Peter,” you say, grabbing his attention. “It’s snowing. Hard.”
Peter glances out the window and frowns.
“That looks bad. Do you think that you can make it home in that?” He asks you, but looking at the expression on his face, you don’t think that even if you said you thought you could he would be comfortable with it.
Before you can answer, however, your phone rings. You jump a little, and Peter laughs at you a little, but you pull it out nonetheless. Looking at the screen, you purse your lips. “Mom”. You quickly answer the phone call.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, are you alright?” Your mother’s voice sounds frantic but relieved.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Have you looked outside?” She exclaims. “It’s crazy out there. Are you still at Peter’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you ask May if you can stay the night? I don’t want you braving this storm trying to get home.”
“Yeah. Just a sec.” You pull the phone a little ways away from your ear and call to Peter’s aunt who is in the kitchen. “May?”
“Hmm?” She asks, turning around to face you.
“Mom wants to know if it’s alright for me to stay the night. She doesn’t want me out in the storm.”
May nods. “Of course, dear. Let her know that’s fine. You can stay as long as you need.”
“Thank you,” you smile at her before raising the phone back to your ear.
“May says it’s alright,” you let your mom know.
“Okay,” she says, her voice sounding relieved. “Let her know I said thank you.”
“Mom says ‘thanks’,” you call out to May.
“Alright. Well, stay safe, Y/N.”
“You too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
And the lights are turned way down low
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
After the decision was made for you to stay the night with Peter and May, the three of you decided to watch a movie before bed. You and May made hot chocolate while Peter popped some popcorn. After the food and drink was all taken care of, the three of you settle down on the couch; May sat on one end, you and Peter on the other.
Once everyone got situated, the three of you begin to debate what movie to watch. Peter votes for Star Wars, but you and May vote for a Christmas movie. Accepting his defeat, Peter recommends “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” and the three of you settle in for the night.
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm
After the movie ends, May calls it a night, and calls it a night for Peter and you, too.
“Alright, love birds, it’s time for bed. Y/N, you can take Peter’s bed, and Peter you take the couch,” she directs. “Y/N, I’ll help you find something more comfortable for you to sleep in.” You and Peter agree, and with a huff, you stand up.
As you’re walking out, Peter hollers at you.
“Y/N!”
“What?” You turn to face him.
“You forgot something.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.” Peter hops over the couch and runs over to you real quick. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight. I love you.”
You smile, and peck his lips once more before repeating the sentiment.
