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Sweet Fantasy

Summary: You meet one of the "Big Three" at NY Fantasy Con. As Crewman Number Six, you should know how this will end. But you don't.

Word count: 5 K

Pairing: CATWS Bucky x Reader

A/N: This is a inspired by @avengers-assemble-bingo. #KinkyBingo. This fulfills the square: Praises. This is also part of @yenzys-lucky-charm Cranky, Grabby, Stabby, Oh My Challenge. Prompt: “Shut up and take your pants off.” This fic spiraled out of control and I-- well I needed a shower. And so do Bucky and Reader. If you haven't seen Galaxy Quest, well you really should. 😬 Please reblog, comment, and like!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. All mistakes my own. Smut! Cosplay. Conventions, lots of LOTR and Galaxy Quest jokes, Grumpy Bucky in disguise, flirting, teasing, use of "old man," "Soldier" kink, a teeny tiny glimpse of subby Bucky if you squint (let me know if you see it), then he turns dominant and feral, praise kink, bulge kink, marathon man Bucky, intense sex, overstimulation, raw p in v, copious amounts of cum, possessive Bucky, begging. This is plot with porn at the end.

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You decided to go to New York Fantasy Con alone. New city, new start, and the perfect place to meet fellow nerds who shared your love for all things sci-fi and fantasy.

You weren’t looking for anything more than a fun day of geeking out, debating space battles, and admiring top-tier cosplay.

One moment, you were adjusting your belt as Crewman Number Six, your uniform pristine, your perpetually wary I-know-exactly-how-this-ends expression firmly in place, and the next, you were nearly toppling over a very solid, very well-dressed Gandalf.

May we all find a Gandalf who appreciates a good cosplay🫠

Literally this.

FALLING

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.5k // Warnings: Mentions of death and grief

[Set during TFATWS]

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Masterlist

Growing up in small-town Louisiana, you didn't have many options to leave. Sam joined the military. Sarah got married and stayed. You chased your dreams after graduating from college and moved to DC. You regularly returned to visit, but after the blip when Sarah’s husband died, you knew she needed you.

Which is how you found yourself moving back to your small town to support your best friend as she raised her sons. The plan was to find your own place and only stay with Sarah and the boys temporarily, but as time passed, she insisted you stay. You were basically family, after all.

Part Two! Part Two!

tighter spaces

“Just think about… kittens and history books,” you stammered as you turned to face Bucky again, his hard on quivering as you accidentally brushed up against it.

Despite the discomfort Bucky chuckled. You could see his face, flushed and terribly focused on the furthest corner of the tiny supply room as he tried to get himself back under control.

“History books, huh?” He groaned and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, they’re boring, dusty and not, uh, enticing?” Your statement sounded more like a question, and you wanted to facepalm yourself.

In a new attempt of distancing yourself from him, you pressed yourself against the closed door but that put less than an inch between the two of you.

Bucky mumbled under his breath, eyes closed, half caught between what sounded like a prayer and the names of late presidents, as you watched him.

The pink on his cheeks was barely visible in the dim lighting, just like the sweat over his eyebrows as he reached Franklin D. Roosevelt in his attempt to think about anything else.

“Better?” You asked, cringing internally at the pitch of your voice.

He opened his eyes and nodded but you saw how dilated his pupils were and how he immediately looked at the ceiling.

“Can I… can I do something to help you?” You questioned timidly as your hands twitched at your sides.

A breathless chuckle escaped Bucky’s lips, and he quickly shut his eyes again as a soft smirk plastered across his face.

You were clearly doing a poor job at distracting him.

“Doll, I don’t mean to be rude, but please don’t ask things like that, ‘cause right now, those type of words outta your mouth sound like somethin’ else to me,” he confessed, and you felt warmth creeping into your face.

Did you mean it like that? It would be a lie to say that you didn’t want to make him feel better, reach out and place your hands around his length, slowly guiding your fingers up and down in a tight grip and-

Nope, stop it.

“Sorry,” you murmured, “I’m just… I’m gonna-,“ you tried to shift again, straining to allow for more room between your bodies as the proximity seemed to cloud your head now as well but the space was simply too small.

Your attempt backfired and you lost your footing; you would have gotten a less than pleasant introduction with the floor if Bucky’s hands hadn’t immediately found your hips, stabilising you.

Warmth sealed you in as his arms encircled you and his broad chest made contact with your face as he straightened you up.

Another groan escaped his lips and your promptly felt like the biggest idiot but when you looked up at him, you weren’t met with annoyance in his eyes.

Instead you were faced with a warmth that sent tingles to your lower belly, his eyes darting down to your lips as he kept holding onto you.

Your own gaze flickered to his mouth, the pretty pink so inviting that you couldn’t help but want to close the distance.

With more confidence than you had, you let your hands ghost over his back upwards to his neck and softly cupped the back of his head before bringing your lips onto his.

The sound that he made was one of surprise – but also want. He promptly brought his hands to your lower back, pulling you in closer and you brushed up against his hardened core again, making him shiver.

A whine tumbled from his mouth into yours, the sound travelling straight to your core as you pressed yourself into him, thighs clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the desire you felt.

“Bucky,” you mewled into the kiss and he pulled away to look at you.

“Yeah, doll?” He replied, his chest heaving quickly.

“I wanna help you with that,” you whispered and dropped your hand to the tent in his pants.

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the faster we're falling

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky is, unfortunately, dragged to a busy club on a saturday night. he hates the loud music and strobe lights and just wants to leave, until you catch his eye. cw: 🔞 - MDNI, suggestive content

word count: 2K

And? And? And?!😳🫠😵‍💫😻

I'm part of a wood carving club and there are a lot of dads who are dripping with adhd/autism vibes who's special interest is wood carving. One of the master skill level carvers who we'll call... Jim was working on a figure of a super heroine, who was frankly outrageously bodacious. Several women in the club are uncomfortable with this. They tell me they wish he wouldn't carve stuff like that at the club. This is understandable. I felt a bit uneasy too. I ask if they told him, and they say no.

This goes on for months. He's at a point where he's carving the folds of her skin tight suit. It's shockingly impressive. A real Giovanni Strazza with wood here. Many of the women in the club, (also boomers) have stopped talking to him because they're offended.

One afternoon I see a woman we'll call Karen approach him and have this conversation Her: Wow that is really starting to look like actual fabric. Him: Thanks! It's been a really fun challenge. Her: I bet! She sure is - a lot- huh? Him: Yeah a lot of these comic book characters are really outrageously proportioned! Her: They really are! You know, when I was carving a sign that was political in a way i knew would offend some people here, I just felt so much more comfortable carving it at home. Him: *nodding* Her: Okay? Him: Yeah I get that. Her: Yeah. Okay. Good luck with her!" *she walks off and he looks a little confused.* Next week at the meet up Jims working on it again and Karen's furious. Says to me "He said he wouldn't bring it back! So RUDE." So I go up to him and we have this conversation. Me: Hey Jim Him: Hey Neala Me: Some of the ladies around here are feeling a little uncomfortable with the figure you're carving because of her massive cartoon titties. Him: Ah shit, really? I thought they just thought it was funny. Me: Yeah folks laugh a lot when they're uncomfortable and trying to hide it. Him: Mm, yeah and I can never tell which laugh is which. Me: Me either Him: Well I won't work on this here anymore. I have other projects to do. Me: Hey thanks! I wanna see it when you're done tho so take a pic for me, okay? Him: Haha sure! I go sit down. Karen is shocked. Jim puts the figure away and works on a carving of a crane instead. He is not upset.

A week later I over hear Karen telling her friend I screamed at Jim last week.

Another event at the same club. All names fake. Even mine but u only know me by the fake name so

A carver who does a lot of work for the group comes in with a stunning leather bag. When I say a lot of work for the group, I mean a LOT a lot. He plans out monthly projects, makes the blanks for them and shows the rest of the club how to do the carvings. Lets call him Harold.

So I'm gushing over the bags, and so are a few others. He tells us he made these bags himself and that he's really gotten into leather working over the last year. Jim is complementary of the bags, and teasingly says "Woodcarving and now Leather? You know what they say? Jack of all trades, Master of none!"

Now this quote takes on a different meaning coming from someone who is literally a master skill level carver ways it to someone who is not. But he says it in a jokey way. Clearly meant to playfully rib. Thing is, I see the tightness in Harolds eyes when Jim says this. Having Adhd myself, I also hobby hop a lot and know how it feels to be teased about it. Maybe I was projecting as i flashed back to every time someone had told me to "Just stick with" something.

I say, "Go on Jim, finnish the poem!" In a playful way. Jim laughs and shrugs and says he didn't know there was more. I quote the whole thing, "Jack of all trades master of none but still always better than a master of one." Everyone laughs in a good-natured way, Harold visibly relaxes.

Later, Jim tells me i hurt his feelings. He says it felt like i was belittling him for only being good at one thing. I apologize and explain that he had inadvertently hurt my feelings and that I suspected he had hurt Harold's because it felt like he was saying we weren't good at anything because we have multiple hobbies.

He apologized and said he was feeling a little jealous that Harold is good at so many things, and all he's good at is woodcarving. He also went on to say that if Harold entered any of his carvings into any competitions, he would probably have the same rank as him. Harold just didn't do competitions.

At this point Harold overheard and thanked Jim for what he had said, and told him that he didn't enter competitions because as soon as he started doing that with the goal of achieving a certain rank the hobby stopped being fun for him and he no longer wanted to do it and internally I was like "Ahhh i also have pathologic demand avoidance! Me too."

And everything is fine now.

Nature documentary voice "Here we see the interaction between the autistic adult, who has had one special interest that has lasted his whole life, and some Adhd adults, who have collected many special interests over their lives. They are accidentally hurting one anothers feelings about it."

Imagine if we all learned to be more direct, embrace our feelings, and act with compassion?💞💞💞

okay, this one definitely made me cry 😭💞

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Benedict Cumberbatch, actor , producer, philanthropist, prankster 😁

This one got me good 🤣

The Trouble With Love Is

Trouble in Mind

Summary: Las Vegas, 1952. James Buchanan Barnes is the newest, and youngest, Capo in town. But amid the glitz and shadows of the Strip, he never expects to find you, the beautiful singer who vanished from his life six years ago without a trace. After a night of passion you hurry home and Bucky follows. He finds out your secret. And he's not going to let you keep it to yourself.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Lounge Singer!Reader

A/N: This is angsty, but not totally dark. Big thanks to @princessphilly and @ljstraightnochaser for giving inspo, tossing ideas, and talking history with me. This story is by no means over. Let me know what you think!

Please reblog, comment, and like!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Angst. Steve and Sam (they are warnings!), Bucky is very angry. Possessive, domineering Bucky, heart break, betrayal, (non-consentual) absentee father, lies, deception, passion, angry/makeup (?) sex, raw p in v, breeding kink, creampie, cum kink.

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The moment you sensed that Bucky knew about you and Jamie, you knew you needed to leave.

You didn’t send Jamie to school that morning. Instead, you packed light, a single suitcase with only the essentials.

On the way to the station, you withdrew the money you’d been stashing away for years. Just enough to disappear. One-way tickets north, straight to Canada.

You didn’t call the club. That would tip Bucky off.

Beyond that, you didn’t let yourself think about what came next.

Not about the ache in your chest or the weight of the past.

Or the night you spent with Bucky.

You just had to keep moving.

I turned on my Ella Fitzgerald playlist for this one, but I’m thinking this needed something rougher - Bluesy Etta or Raspy Billie❤️❤️❤️ in any case, pass the whiskey and cigarettes 🥃🚬🥃

Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

All of my followers need to slow down and look at this immediately

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The recently appointed Department of Defense head Pete Hegseth (formerly Fox News pundit, perpetually soused creepy uncle, and current group chat leaker of classified intel) banned images of the Enola Gay from the Pentagon’s website for the offense of “DEI” language. In keeping with the far right’s stated war on anything vaguely resembling diversity, equity and inclusion, even historical photos are up for cancellation. When a literal weapon of mass destruction is censored for being a bit fruity under the Trump administration’s war against inconvenient truths, what exactly is left untouched?

This is clown show stuff, but the stakes are far from funny. While some might be hesitant to compare the current administration to the very worst history has to offer, we can at least all agree that they are dyed-in-the-wool grammar Nazis. Policing language has been the objective of the MAGA culture war long before Project 2025’s debut—the wave of book bans orchestrated by astroturf movements like Moms for Liberty, and Florida’s 2022 Don’t Say Gay bill have already had a profound effect in the arena of free speech and freedom of expression (despite the far right’s long tradition of doublespeak performative free-speech martyrdom to the contrary). Don’t Say Gay ostensibly targeted K-3 education, but LGBT+ content at all levels of education (and beyond) was either quietly censored or entirely preempted in practice. The results were not just a war on so-called ideology, or words alone—but on reality and essential freedoms.

Now, words as innocuous and important as racism, climate change, hate speech, prejudice, mental health, and inequality are targeted as subversive. Entire concepts are being vanished from government institutions, scrubbed not only from descriptions but from metadata, search indexes, and archival frameworks.

If you don’t name a thing, does it exist?

Sebastian Stan talking about Bucky Barnes.

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