51PegasiB



Recent works

Recent series

  1. Words:
    55,518
    Works:
    13
    Bookmarks:
    118
  2. Words:
    87,062
    Works:
    3
    Bookmarks:
    15
  3. Words:
    11,951
    Works:
    2
    Bookmarks:
    11

Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

    Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

    “Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,708
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    458
    Kudos:
    7369
    Bookmarks:
    1622
    Hits:
    42573

    24 Feb 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 7

    Tags
    Summary

    Cuddling. It’s something Bucky’s done a lot of, what with his extremely tactile Italian parents and siblings. It’s also something he rather enjoys, despite how hot it can get. And with Steve and his muscles, it gets very hot. Peggy’s ice cold feet are always there to keep the edge off, though.

     

    Self indulgent cuddle fic.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    796
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    2
    Kudos:
    43
    Bookmarks:
    7
    Hits:
    464

    24 Feb 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 24

    Words:
    54,956
    Works:
    4
    Bookmarks:
    24

    21 Feb 2020

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "Okay, house rules,” Clint said, leaning back against the backrest of the booth they were seated at. “It can't be a random celebrity, or something. It has to be someone you actually know. Someone you'd go to if you suddenly found yourself gay and then had to have sex right away."

    Steve thinks drinking with the team will be a good bonding session for their newest Avenger, but, as usually happens with his people and alcohol, things go kinda sideways.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    2,683
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    127
    Kudos:
    5356
    Bookmarks:
    778
    Hits:
    67274

    20 Feb 2020

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!"

    “I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-”

    Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched.

    The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat.

    “Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

     

    OR:

    This looks bad, because it is.

    OR:

    How Clint Barton met his Soul Mate

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    108,331
    Chapters:
    21/21
    Comments:
    1134
    Kudos:
    1390
    Bookmarks:
    356
    Hits:
    18744

    18 Feb 2020