I finally admitted to myself that I am physically incapable of writing actual drabbles, so I’m taking the “drabble” out of the title from now on! Fuck it.
Next edition will be “Summer Lovin” themed, and that’s probably happening on April 27! I already have two ficlets that are almost finished, plus a couple other prompts that didn’t get used from this week, but as always, you can leave more requests here. Just don’t be an asshole about it, mmkay?
No, seriously. Don’t be an asshole. I’m not gonna lie, I had three reader insert ficlets in progress, but then I got a douchey anon message bitching about how I only write unpopular guy on guy ships instead of reader inserts these days, and I scrapped the reader inserts and came up with even less popular guy on guy ships. I’m a contrary bitch. Rudeness will get you the exact opposite of what you want.
Found Out-Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton (x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton)
Younger versions of them arrive in the future. They fuck. It’s… sweeter than it sounds? No, seriously, I have no idea how those feelings ended up in here.
This fills my “doppelgangers” square for @winterhawkbingo!980 words, explicit.
Clint’s been involved in a fair amount of experimental science mishaps, in his time. It’s an unfortunate side effect of living in close proximity to Tony Stark.
Probably doesn’t help that Clint’s approach to lab safety boils down to “fuck around and find out.”
…but in this case, he has zero regrets. 10/10 would fuck around again.
“Fuck around” is especially relevant in this case: at the moment, he’s watching a younger version of himself ride his boyfriend on their couch, while a younger Bucky starts to squirm and shift next to him.
They make a hell of a picture together.
The couches are perpendicular to each other; they have a perfect view of younger Clint, slim and toned and shaggy-haired, leaning back so as to show off his six-pack. He’s putting on a show, giving Bucky this doe-eyed stare as he arches his back and moans.
Clint maybe had a bit of a slutty phase in his youth; he’s not even a little bit sorry about it. His younger self arrived in painted-on jeans, with purple glitter smeared up his cheekbones, and he was shamelessly throwing himself at Bucky about five seconds after they sorted out the whole “oh, hey, I’m you” situation.
Younger Bucky, on the other hand, is so far in the closet he might as well be in Narnia, because of course he is. He came here from the thirties, after all. He’s never actually been with a guy.
He’s watching like he’s ravenous, blushing furiously and trying to adjust himself in his old-fashioned pants.
Bucky grabs younger Clint’s wrists and tugs him forward for a biting kiss, and then he grips his hips, holding him in place to piston up into him and draw a shredded, desperate groan from his swollen lips.
Next to him, Clint hears the younger Bucky whine, low in his throat, as he presses the heel of his hand between his legs.
“Buck,” older Clint says softly — except both Buckys look at him; the one on the couch doesn’t break his rhythm, just tilts his head back so that his tolerant, amused smile is almost upside-down. He looks between the two of them and jerks his hips in a way that makes the younger Clint shout.
“Carry on,” Clint tells the Bucky on the couch, and turns to the other one. “Can I call you James?”
“Yeah.” His throat bobs as he swallows, and he’s sneaking glances at the other pair — shifting positions, now, so that Clint’s on all fours. They both watch the way Clint’s eyes roll back in his head as Bucky twists metal fingers in his hair, tugging hard, making him arch his back.
“Come here?” Clint asks softly. He feels like he’s approaching a wild animal, trying not to spook James.
Lust seems to be getting the better of his old-fashioned sensibilities, though. He slides closer, staring down at the way Clint’s tenting his sweatpants. And he’s the one who kisses Clint first, two undamaged hands cupping his cheeks, sweet and gentle — so familiar in some ways, alien in others.
Clint smiles as he returns the kiss, resting his palm on James’s chest to feel the way he’s breathing, quick and shuddery.
“Okay?” he asks.
James nods so fast he looks like a bobblehead. His eyes dart to the other couch, then back to Clint’s mouth, clearly torn between watching and kissing.
Clint tugs him into his lap, James’s back to Clint’s chest, so they can watch together. Clint reaches down to touch him, cupping him through stiff fabric, and the kid sounds like he just swallowed his tongue.
“More?” Clint asks.
“God, yes,” James chokes out. He shifts, rubbing against the hard length of Clint’s dick in a way that feels deliberate, and Clint has to grit his teeth to hold back a moan.
Bucky sits back on his heels, tugging the younger Clint along with him so that he’s basically sitting in Bucky’s lap, almost mirroring their pose. He locks eyes with older Clint, shooting him a knowing smirk as he works his hips in deep, grinding circles.
James shudders in Clint’s arms. Clint works his pants open, gets a hand down the front of them, squeezing tight and stroking slowly, just the way Bucky likes. James is rock-hard, thighs shaking, already close to falling apart.
Younger Clint isn’t much better, with his head lolling back on Bucky’s shoulder, nothing showy about it any more — the dizzy, lust-drunk expression is pure and raw and real, and he’s flushed all the way down his chest, freckled skin sheened with sweat.
Bucky curls sleek black metal fingers around his throat, not choking, just holding, gently possessive. It looks just as good as it always feels, and James lets out a shocked little moan.
“So beautiful,” Bucky whispers to the younger Clint, warm and affectionate. “So fuckin’ gorgeous. Love you.”
Clint remembers being that other person – remembers feeling starved for any sort of affection, let alone the complete adoration in Bucky’s voice… but it still takes him by surprise to see the way younger Clint reacts. His face contorts like he’s in pain a split-second before he comes untouched, grabbing onto Bucky’s vibranium forearm to balance as he shakes helplessly through it.
“This is — it’s really okay?” James whispers, and Clint can tell he’s asking about more than the way he’s fucking up into Clint’s fist. His voice is all tangled up, choked with a mess of hope and longing.
If Clint was lonely, he can’t imagine how James must feel. Where he’s from, this sort of love is life-threatening — and Clint remembers what it can be like, hooking up with men who hate themselves for wanting it.
This fills my “aggressive flirting” square for @winterhawkbingo!
3371 words, PG-13.
“You must be Bucky,” he hears.
Before his brain can consciously process the words, his body is reacting, grabbing the switchblade from his hoodie pocket and launching himself at the stranger, shoving him up against the wall and holding the blade to his neck.
There’s just the faintest flicker of surprise on the guy’s face — the guy who he realizes very quickly must be Hawkeye.
Hawkeye barely blinks. His eyebrow ticks up a fraction. His eyes flick down, glancing at the knife, and his throat bobs as he swallows. Other than that, though — the Winter Soldier is holding a finely-honed weapon to his throat, and he’s not afraid. He’s not even ruffled.
Bucky should probably let him go now.
Hawkeye gives him a cheeky little grin, showing off white teeth and goddamn dimples, and he says, “You tryna flirt with me right now, Barnes?”
Bucky is so flustered he almost trips in his haste to back away.
In which Clint and Bucky try to let go of the past and start thinking about the future. They also celebrate the holidays, juggle knives, assemble furniture, see a musical, adopt a few strays, and rescue each other repeatedly.
In which the universe repeatedly tries to push them together, but the universe is drunk and its aim is off.
Bucky x Clint / mature
This chapter fills my “dog walker au” square for Winterhawk Bingo.
Walk of Shame is sitting on the second step, slouched over with his head in his hands. He looks like the hangover might be starting to set in.
Clint sits down next to him, offering the book of matches. Walk of Shame puts the cigarette between his lips, turning toward him, so Clint does the honors, sparking one up and cupping it in his palm. While the guy’s attention is on the flame, he takes a moment to stare unabashedly at the sweep of his long dark lashes. He’s absurdlypretty.
“Thanks.” He exhales and gives Clint a slow curl of a smile.
“Rough night?” Clint asks.
“Nowhere near rough enough. That’s sorta the problem.” That startles a bark of laughter out of Clint, and Walk of Shame winces slightly before saying, “Sorry, TMI. I might still be a little bit drunk.”
Sweet Home Was Home: “What the hell?” (Ch. 1) / Bucky’s metal arm (Ch. 2) / free space (Ch. 3) / Natasha Romanov (Ch. 4) / Bucky’s collection of knives (Ch. 5) / pizza (Ch. 6) / movie night (Ch. 7) / Clint teaches Bucky how to shoot an arrow (Ch. 8) / bed sharing (Ch. 9) / holiday prompt: ugly sweater party (Ch. 10) / lost in the woods together (Ch. 12) / Iowa (Ch. 17)
Clint kicks off his boots and heads for his bedroom. Then he stops short and just about swallows his tongue.
“Took you long enough,” Bucky says, husky and smug.
He’s sprawled out in Clint’s bed, legs splayed, completely naked as he strokes himself slowly — and he’s smirking up at Clint, one eyebrow raised like it’s a challenge as he swipes his tongue over his lower lip. He squeezes the base of his cock, spine arching as he sighs with pleasure. He’s slick and shiny with lube, and Clint can hear the filthy wet sound of him fucking up into his fist.
“‘M gonna shower real quick,” Clint says, tugging off his shirt, but he can’t stop staring, riveted.
Clint’s been missing his dick all goddamn week. It’s fat and perfectly curved, and the head is even fatter, with a sharply articulated ridge that feels goddamn incredible dragging inside him. Now that Clint can see the wet swollen head, flushed purple-red and glistening in the circle of Bucky’s fingers, he wants it inside him five fucking minutes ago.
He tears his eyes away, looks back up at Bucky’s face, and finds him studying Clint with an uncomfortably perceptive glint in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, though, just gives himself another squeeze and then gets up, sliding off the bed to prowl slowly toward Clint.
“Couldn’t fuckin’ wait for me, huh?”
“Saw the press conference,” Bucky says. “You’re in a goddamn mood.”
Clint flushes, biting back an automatic denial. “Yeah, and?”
His lips curl into a sly smile. “Figured I’d take the edge off, cause you clearly need to get fucked stupid.”
“Don’t do me any goddamn favors.” Clint goes to unbutton his pants and finds that his fingers are shaking.
Bucky sidles into his space and slides his hand around the nape of Clint’s neck to kiss him. It deepens immediately into something wet and filthy, and Clint’s mouth tingles as Bucky sucks and nips, teeth and tongue doing devastating things. He sucks Clint’s lip roughly, and Clint can’t help the low sound that catches in the back of his throat, or the way his hips rock forward — Bucky lets out a growl of appreciation, sliding both hands down to squeeze his ass and drag him closer.
Oh boy. The moment I got my bingo sheet this particular prompt jumped out at me almost immediately and I knew what I wanted to do. I was hesitant to try because I thought there was no way I was gonna pull it off, but here it is! And I am so freaking happy with how it turned out! I hope you guys like it too.
I was smitten with the idea of Bucky borrowing Steve’s shield mid-battle to protect an injured Clint. I guess you can’t really see the shield well here, sorry. This was a lot of fun, I’m so excited to try some more!
Please do not repost! Re-blogging is very much welcomed, though! <3
I just wanted to do something kind of soft and romantic. I feel like I’m FINALLY starting to get the hang of Clint’s hair. Short hair is way harder for me, hence why I always go with long haired Bucky.
I guess it’s a bit spicy since they have no shirts on…you can decide if they’re wearing anything else.
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Please do not repost without permission! Re-blogging is very much welcomed, though! <3
Sometimes Bucky has bad dreams. He never wants to talk about them, and Clint, being a man of a few words himself, and accustomed to silence, does not push him. It’s not like it would be smart to antagonize the infamous Winter Soldier – even though that’s not really who Bucky is anymore, Clint is fairly sure he could still kill a man with his bare hands, and that’s not at all a comforting thought as he lies naked and vulnerable in bed next to the former assassin. Over time, Clint has figured out that a better strategy to deal with the mornings that follow these dreams is to leave a cup of coffee within Bucky’s reach and rub circles on his shoulders while he comes back to himself.
He doesn’t ask anymore, but he does put in his hearing aids, just in case.
This week’s Workshop is being hosted this Sunday, with a guest post on writing Character Arcs by @drgrlfriend.
We’ll be opening up a special channel in the Discord server for writers to talk through what works for them, query other writers (including the Mods), and just chat about character arcs in general. You can talk about what works for you both as a writer and a reader, and hear what works for others.
As always, everyone who is participating in the Bang is welcome to join, but other writers who may have chosen not to sign up for various reasons are also more than welcome to join us and offer insight or pick up tips!
Timing and What To Expect:
Here is what you can expect to see this weekend!
Just before 6pm GMT (what time is that for me?) on Sunday, 22nd May, the guest post for Writing Character Arcs will go live here on the WHOB Tumblr!
After that, from 6pm GMT until 8pm GMT, @drgrlfriend will be available to take questions and chat characterisation in the Discord server.
Throughout the next 24 hours the discussion channel will be live with everyone invited to share their tips, ask questions and just take part in a discussion about character arcs.
The Mod Team will be available off and on throughout as our schedules allow, but don’t be afraid to carry on the conversation without us!
At 6pm GMT on Monday, 26 April, the official event will end, but the channel will remain available for later perusal, so that all the great tips and advice are there for you!
Happy writing, and we can’t wait to see you in the server this weekend!
This week’s Workshop is being hosted this Sunday, with a guest post on writing Character Arcs by @drgrlfriend.
We’ll be opening up a special channel in the Discord server for writers to talk through what works for them, query other writers (including the Mods), and just chat about character arcs in general. You can talk about what works for you both as a writer and a reader, and hear what works for others.
As always, everyone who is participating in the Bang is welcome to join, but other writers who may have chosen not to sign up for various reasons are also more than welcome to join us and offer insight or pick up tips!
Timing and What To Expect:
Here is what you can expect to see this weekend!
Just before 6pm GMT (what time is that for me?) on Sunday, 22nd May, the guest post for Writing Character Arcs will go live here on the WHOB Tumblr!
After that, from 6pm GMT until 8pm GMT, @drgrlfriend will be available to take questions and chat characterisation in the Discord server.
Throughout the next 24 hours the discussion channel will be live with everyone invited to share their tips, ask questions and just take part in a discussion about character arcs.
The Mod Team will be available off and on throughout as our schedules allow, but don’t be afraid to carry on the conversation without us!
At 6pm GMT on Monday, 26 April, the official event will end, but the channel will remain available for later perusal, so that all the great tips and advice are there for you!
Happy writing, and we can’t wait to see you in the server this weekend!
