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What the hell, Queens?

Peter pushes Bucky away. Except “pushes” might not be the right word. “Shoves” is too polite. “Yeets” feels closer, but “catapults” is probably the most accurate. He uses just a little too much strength, and Bucky goes flying. Very flying. Horizontally too. Feet off the ground, airborne, and lands back-first into the murder clown that’s still skittering around. There’s a sickening thud, followed by the sound of Bucky grunting, and Peter—who is two seconds away from dying of a possible heart attack, there it is—webs the fuck out of there. To the voice of Bucky screaming into the comms, “What the hell, Queens?!” some nasty cackling in a background, and a single gunshot.

In which Sam knows best (don’t tell him, he’ll never shut up about it), Bucky flirts like a malfunctioning toaster on its last spark, everyone and their nosy grandmother refuse to mind their own business, and, yes, at least one clown gets what’s coming to it. Wordcount: 16k Rating: Explicit Status: Completed Read here.

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Fun Dip A very belated birthday gift for @maukree

“Come on, fun dip,” Bucky snorts. “Think you’re gonna be pleasantly surprised,” Peter rolls his eyes but follows him. “You ever gonna stop calling me that?” “When you stop eating the things, I will,” “Fun Dip is good!” he huffs grumpily. “Peter, that shit wasn’t even good-” “-in the forties, I know,” he finishes. Peter's birthday is supposed to be a day of celebration with the team, but the bad guys don't get the memo. It looks like he's going to be spending his twenty-first alone, counting down the minutes until he gets his soulmark- the first words his soulmate ever said or will say to him. But when he finds that Bucky is still hanging around the compound, it looks like his lackluster day might end up being special after all.

You can read Fun Dip [here]

For: @pparkerbingo SFW N3 | Soulmate AU (Free Space) @winterspider-bingo SFW O4 | "Back in my day" • NSFW B4 | Handjobs @pparker-birthday-bash SFW | Surprise • NSFW | Birthday Sex

Synopsis: When a storm forces Peter to have to stay over, Bucky has a nightmare that leads to him having to confront some things about himself he's been avoiding; namely about sex, his sexuality, Peter and his ownership over his own body.

Note: part 7 has been temporarily skipped due to writers block, but will be completed soon.

Warnings: past sexual abuse and trauma themes (Red Room & HYDRA related), lack of body autonomy, nightmares, period typical homophobia, dissociation, panic attacks, internalized homophobia, accidental attacking/strangulation, reference to suicidal thoughts

part 8 of when you've nothing to remember, you've nothing to lose aka the cat sitter AU

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Day 21: Bucky/Peter - Handcuffs & Cockbulge

President’s son AU

There’s a window in the third stall of the men’s bathroom, tight squeeze, but Peter’s smaller, and Bucky would bet his last dollar he could slip right through it, no problem. He’s right, of course. By the time Bucky strolls into the alley, Peter's already halfway out, both legs through the window, t-shirt riding up as he pulls some absurd parkour move that should have him auditioning for a stunt reel. He lands on his feet and—huh, that face is almost too pretty in the daylight—meets Bucky’s eyes. Bucky throws him a suggestive smile and straddles his bike, firing the engine up. “Need a ride, doll?” he grins, flexing some muscle. Peter tilts his head, looks back for a second—oh, don’t be that way, sweetheart.

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3.9k

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Tony needs Rational Tony right now, but that asshole appears to have taken one look at the situation and noped the fuck out, leaving Poor Decision-Making Tony in charge.

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There is a certain irony in losing your ability to hear only to realize you might have been blinder than a bat at a blackout party.

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The last thing Bucky remembers is the lounge, that mouthwatering scent, and then everything going straight to shit with no pit stops. He rolls over, coming face to face with a bunch of blankets. They aren’t soft anymore. They aren’t clean. And they sure as hell don’t smell like anything close to heaven now. They reek of sweat, filth, and something vaguely burnt—the fuck? Must’ve been his self-respect torching itself and going up in flames. His head is pounding, his heart is pounding, his den’s a war zone, the bed broken. His goddamn mattress looks molested. Jesus. What the fuck was that?

In Bucky’s defense, the compound’s a revolving door, and he barely recognizes half the faces most of the time, let alone pays attention to memos that pop up on his phone. Rating: Explicit Chapter: 1/?

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Day 12: Bucky/Peter - Size Difference

Peter’s skates screech as a massive hand wraps around his waist, holding him up against one of those very solid, very broad chests he actively avoids on a daily basis, and a deep, rumbling voice rolls over him in a gentle thunder. “Careful, sweet thin', watch where you’re flyin’.” Peter tilts his head back. And keeps tilting. Jesus, did he accidentally crash into Everest in hockey pads? Does this guy ever end? His chin lifts so high, the back of his head is practically brushing his shoulder blades, and when he finally meets the guy’s eyes, Peter’s heart… flutters. For the first time in his life. Oh. Oh, whoa.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 15.4k

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