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Drabble #11 - The Art of the Job Rating: Explicit for sexual themes

Bucky’s duffel was already packed by the door. 

You looked up at him with bright earnest eyes. “Please Buck, I want to. Teach me.”

You knelt between his thighs, cheeks burning, fingers softly curling around his thick, throbbing cock.

“Like this, doll,” he whispered, voice husky as he guided your strokes. “See how I’m leakin’? That’s all you, baby.”

You found your rhythm, and in turn, your confidence as you stroked Bucky’s hard cock. He threw his head back, groaning low, the muscles of his abdomen twitching. “Attagirl… fuck, just like that.”

War loomed, but tonight Bucky was all yours.

Drabble #12 - Tutorials In Precision Rating: Explicit for sexual themes

You’d expected a lot of things when you agreed your husband’s oldest friend should come spend the holidays, but not this: naked and splayed open, your back against Bucky’s chest, and Steve knelt between your legs, focus absolute as they took you apart.

Bucky’s lips moved against your neck, not quite kissing, hand sliding to cup one aching breast. “You want to feel for the ridge, the soft roof inside. Feel it?”

Steve nodded, learning by the tremors that rippled through you.

And you? You could only moan as his fingers found the place only Bucky had touched before tonight.

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Drabble #1 - Unsolicited Advice Rating: General Audiences

“Does all that stuff not bother you, man?”

Bucky glanced at the excitable Mexican in the front seat, and pretended he hadn’t heard him. Unfortunately, that did not deter Luis.

“HYDRA, Thanos, the five year blip thing,” he continued. “The way Congress just chucked you out after you saved the whole of New York.”

Bucky closed his eyes briefly, and wondered how he always seemed to draw the mission short straw.

“That’s not really-"

“You know,” Luis carried on blithely. “My Abuela always said bad days are like dead rats. There’s always gonna be a couple in the garage.”

“What?”

Drabble #2 - Communication Is Key Rating: General Audiences

"Why the hell is it shouting like that?" Sam grimaced, as he dodged the batting paws of the small white feline.

"She's a girl, not an it." Bucky scolded, slapping Sam across the back of the head, "And she's not shouting, she's communicating with you."

Sam scoffed, "You're losing it man."

"I'm not." Bucky grunted, "It's a scientific fact that cats only learned to meow to communicate with humans."

"So what's shes saying then if you're so smart?" Sam grinned, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised brow.

"That you're annoying and to get out of her seat."

Drabble #3 - Dismantling History Rating: General Audiences

You dragged Bucky into the hall by his sleeve before he could drop another conversational grenade into the kitchen. He came without resistance, keeping that faintly offended look he got when he thought he’d done nothing wrong.

“You cannot tell Bob things like that,” you hissed

“Why not?” he asked.

“He’s not equipped for it.”

Bucky frowned. “It’s true.”

“I know.” You signed heavily

“Then what’s the problem?”

You stared at him. “The problem is you cannot casually dismantle someone’s entire understanding of history before lunch.”

He paused. “So… after lunch?”

"No." You rubbed your temple. “In supervised discussions only.”

Drabble #4 - Namesake Rating: General Audiences

"Don't wike bullies," little Steve grumbled, watching two kids argue over a swing, the bigger one posturing menacingly. "Don't care where they're from."

Bucky's blood ran cold. Then warm.

He crouched down, studying the dark brows, the classic Barnes nose, the complete unearned confidence of a six-year-old who'd never thrown a punch in his life, who would absolutely try to.

"Where'd you hear that?"

Steve shrugged. "Nowhere. S'true."

Eighty years of guilt, grief, making things complicated— and here was his first-born son, carrying Steve Rogers' words in his mouth like they weighed nothing at all.

Because to him, they didn't.

Drabble #5 – 100 Words Rating: Teen

“Okay, strange fact time. Go Buck,” you said. 

“Spanish moss is neither Spanish nor moss. It's a member of the pineapple family,” Bucky said without batting an eye. “Your turn.”

“Avocado tastes like clean dick.”

“That's not a fact that's an opinion.”

“It is fact. But whatever. Avocados were named after testicles because of the shape. Your turn.”

“A writing drabble is 100 words on the dot. No more no less.”

“Bullshit. It can be a few hundred words.”

“Look it up if you don't believe me,” he said with a smug grin.

You did. He was right. Yet again.

Drabble #6 - Survival Skills Rating: General Audiences

Bucky crouches beside a patch of mushrooms and gently brushes aside leaves like unveiling a masterpiece.

You fold your arms. “I thought this was survival training.”

“It is.”

He points at a big mushroom with white umbrella-shaped top. “This one you can eat without cooking, but this one,” he points at another one, “kills you faster than a bullet.”

“They are the same.”

“The poisonous one is slightly greenish.”

You crouch beside him, nodding solemnly.

“Let me teach you something, too,” you say as you lean over and kiss him.

Bucky freezes, swallowing hard.

“What was that?” 

“Mouth-to-mouth breathing lesson.”

Drabble #7 - One Good Punch Rating: Teen Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Bucky realises early that his Steve is all moral outrage and sharp elbows, with no self-preservation worth mentioning. So, after dragging him out of too many alleys, he teaches him how to throw one good punch.

“Stop aiming for his face,” Bucky says. “You’re too short and too angry. Ribs first, then run.”

Steve spits blood onto the pavement and nods.

The man Bucky has just pulled off him staggers upright, stupid enough to try again.

Steve's bony fist lands badly, beautifully.

The man goes down like a sack of potatoes.

Bucky stares.

“Don’t make me regret teaching you that.”

Drabble #8 – Housemate Barnes Rating: General Audiences

You and your housemates are excited to room with Congressman Barnes.

With the rent prices in D.C, it is no secret that junior representatives rent together.

All notions of him are wiped clean.

There are his questionable eating habits — cereal with yogurt and hot sauce,  spinach right out of the bag, and boiled hot dog and pasta with ketchup.

The common closet is full of his suits. You all agree not to question why.

But he is exceedingly considerate and generous.

Barnes is puzzling but this is a fact: Howling Commando, ex-Avenger, Congressman Barnes is a raccoon of a man.

Drabble #9 - Fair Rating: General Audiences

“You taught me how to throw a punch. It’s only fair to return the favour.”

Bucky eyed the shield dubiously. “Not sure it’s the same, pal.”

Steve demonstrated his new move, knocking the shield off two trees before it bounced back to him.

Bucky braced himself. He’d seen the Howlies pretend not to struggle under the shield’s weight. But it remained light in Bucky’s hands, same as it had ever since Zola.

It wasn’t fair. Steve’s serum made him a superhero while Bucky—

Bucky clamped down on that thought. He picked up Steve’s shield.

Life wasn’t fair; war doubly so.

Drabble #10 - Tie Your Shoes Rating: General Audiences

“Okay, Jamie. Take both shoelaces and cross them together.”

Jamie did so carefully. 

“Good. Now wrap this lace around and under the other and pull them together.”

Bucky’s son nodded. 

“Now we make a loop. Like a bunny ear.”

Jamie giggled. “Bunnies are soft.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, they are,” he agreed. “Wrap this around the bunny ear.”

“Am I doing good?” his son asked. 

“You’re going great,” he replied sincerely. “Now pull this lace through the hole there and pull them together.”

Jamie gasped. “I did it!”

“Proud of you, son.”

You smiled softly at Bucky.  

First of many lessons. 

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