sebastian stan stop being a menace challenge
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rlly in the mood to write more soft!bucky but i don’t have a solid idea so if anyone would like to drop a concept on me.......
thank u guys for the love on the new fic i am Crying
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also just a warning that nearly all of the recs on this blog are smut, and that my tagging system in the earlier days of this blog was v inconsistent so these links may not contain every rec posted! ty for being here and enjoy !
anytime | bucky barnes
summary: bucky's having trouble sleeping and he just wants you around
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: none! this is completely self indulgent fluff
word count: 1k
a/n: i got the idea for this while watching law and order: organized crime bc detective stabler can't sleep due to his ptsd and i was just like, you KNOW he wants to call olivia for comfort. and yeah anyway. this fic would not exist if not for law and order and idk how i feel about that tbh
Bucky can’t sleep.
Which is nothing new for him. His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, he’s exhausted but he’s not tired. He’d moved to the floor, which at least made him feel more solid in his surroundings- the hardwood is unforgiving, but it’s a discomfort he’s become familiar with.
He sits up for the umpteenth time, turning to look at the clock on his bedside table as if he could make time go faster by force of will alone. It’s been ten minutes since the last time he checked and it feels like an hour. 1:07 AM.
His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, and he’s going to break if he doesn’t get some respite from the images flashing through his mind.
Sighing, he decides he’s finally reached the point of giving in. There’s only one thing he knows will help, and he’s done trying to talk himself out of it.
You’re watching TV in your room- well, not so much watching as you are using it for background noise while you scroll through your phone- when the screen is taken over by an incoming call. You smile to yourself. Bucky was stubborn, always preferring to call rather than text, even though he was perfectly capable.
“Hey, Buck,” you said softly into the phone, barely above a whisper, respecting the late night hour even though you were alone in your room a few floors down from him.
“Hey,” he breathes, and you can sense his relief through the line.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, doll, everything’s…” he trails off, because it’s fine, but also it’s not, and he doesn’t know how to tell you that. He decides it’s best to just bite the bullet, he can’t take anymore overanalyzing. “I can’t sleep. Can you come up? Can you… stay?”
You’re silent on the line. Bucky’s never asked you anything like that before. The two of you are close, of course, but not like this. Not until now, anyway. You’re wondering if you heard him right or if you actually fell asleep and you’re having another hyper realistic dream when he speaks again.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’m okay, I just-”
His voice snaps you out of it. “I’m on my way.”
An embarrassingly short amount of time later, you’re outside his door in your sleep shorts and a loose t-shirt, having shoved your feet into your slippers and all but ran out the door.
Before you can knock, he’s opening the door, standing in front of you in a similar outfit to yours.
“Hey, doll,” he says, softly, and you can read all his emotions in his eyes, tentatively stepping inside before wrapping your arms around him. He exhales in a slight chuckle, hugging you back and relaxing into your touch.
“Hey,” you speak into his chest as he reaches one arm out to push the door closed behind you.
You disentangle yourself, moving to his bed and settling yourself in the middle of it. He follows, leaning his back against the headboard, his outstretched legs grazing your folded ones, and you find it so easy to lean into his touch. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his left arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you take note of the quiet room. No music, no TV on in the background, just him alone with his thoughts.
“What do you need, Buck?’’ you ask, tilting your head up to look at him.
His eyes meet yours. “Just needed you here,” he half smiles. “What were you doing before I called?”
You try to ignore the way your stomach flips at the way he said he needed you. “Nothing, really. I was just bored on my phone. I’m usually up later than everyone else, anyway. Just don’t really get tired til late,” you finish, yawning immediately after because your body loves to contradict you. You’d roll your eyes at yourself if he wasn’t looking at you.
“Well, I guess it is officially late then,” Bucky chuckles. “You wanna lie down?” he asks rhetorically, getting up to turn off the light. You immediately miss his presence beside you.
“So, how’re we doing this, Barnes? You wanna be big or little spoon?” your tone is sort of joking even though it’s an honest question, trying to bring some of your usual energy to the unfamiliar situation.
He rewards you with a genuine laugh, turning back to you and allowing you to revel in the way his smile lights up his face.
“You gonna jetpack me, doll?”
“If you want me to,” you say through a smile of your own.
“Next time, then,” he says, flipping the switch, the room lit only by moonlight now. “Wanna hold you now, if that’s okay.”
Your heart stutters at the admission, voice a little shaky when you respond. “‘Course it is.”
The bed dips with his weight, vibranium arm sneaking underneath the pillow before you rest your head on it, his right arm pulling you in flush with his body. It’s been a while since either of you have had someone to sleep next to, and you could swear you’ve never been more comfortable. You fully relax into him, every inch of your body touching some part of his.
Your shirt rucked up slightly in the process, and his hand rests directly on your skin, thumb moving in soothing strokes against your stomach.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, fanning over your neck.
You hum your agreement, afraid to say out loud that it’s more than okay, it’s perfect, knowing your voice would betray you if you tried.
It’s quiet after that, with Bucky focusing on the sound of your breathing and the feel of your soft skin on his, and, blissfully, nothing else.
Your consciousness is just starting to slip when he speaks again.
“Thanks for picking up the phone, doll.”
“Anytime, Buck,” you answer sleepily. “Everytime.”
The next night, he stays over in your room. From then on, you and Bucky don’t spend a single night apart if you can help it.
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so when is Harry gonna cover Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon
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this is, how you say, filthy? yeah, this is filthy.
anonymous asked: bucky w #38?? love you
“Really? ‘Cause I think we can, and we are,” he says with confidence that shouldn’t be so attractive. “You’ve been teasing me since the day you and my sister became friends.” Wrenching you forward, fabric loops around your waist, and he grinds the clothed erection against you. “You feel that, bunny? That’s all you.”
(38.) “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?” (includes best-friend’s-brother!bucky, dirty talk, unprotected sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, multiple orgasms.)
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There’s something about your best friend’s brother.
Beyond the fact that he’s got the whole gorgeous and reserved thing down—make you chase him when it should be the other way around—but it’s that he maintains a respectable reputation, the epitome of a true gentleman yet it’s the complete opposite.
And, you’re the only one who knows. No one realizes that James Buchanan Barnes is as much silver tongued as he is a sweet talker.
“Y/N,” you remember him addressing you on a particular morning after staying the night. The rest of the house was still slumbering, and you two were the only ones in the kitchen. A genuinely sweet expression contrasted hotly in your belly as he curiously inquired, “Have you given any thought to how good you’d look wrapped around my cock?”
You were appalled, gasping with a few steps back. Behind you, footsteps descending downstairs didn’t stop him from following you, and continuing innocently, “Or, on your knees with my big cock stuffed between your pretty lips?” Before you could respond appropriately aghast, your best friend was sluggishly ambling in, and he was gone and handing her a coffee like he deserved a brother of the year award.
How about the time you were checking your mail?
Likewise, your next door neighbor had strolled over, leaning on your mailbox to tell you matter of factly, “I gotta say, I really appreciate how you leave the curtains open when you masturbate. A free show all for me.” It was prideful and self-satisfied that he invaded your privacy in that way. As you processed it, before you could deny such intent, he was whispering in your ear with wicked promise, “But, truthfully, given how fucking sexy you look, next time I’m taking it as an invitation.”
Or, your personal favorite, in the middle of church.
“Y’know, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” he spoke lowly next to you as you lined up for communion. “Coming to church in a cockteasing dress like that,” he tsked, somehow managing to dance his fingers underneath the hem without anyone noticing. “I’m supposed to be worshipping God, not how fuckable your ass looks. I’ve got half a mind to take you over my lap, bunny.”
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“Then - then you had to let me feel this—” His grip on your hips glides your bareness across slick, hot flesh, and you gasp-moan-whimper at the feeling. “—and how can I resist you now? How am I supposed to be the perfect gentleman when you’re so soft, and your pretty little pussy is all dripping and hot for the taking?”
in which you allow bucky to feel the aftermath of your brazilian wax. (includes dirty talk, praise kink, grinding, voyeurism and exhibitionism, mild cockwarming, mild voyeur!steve.)
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“Hey. What’s wrong?”
To your pleasant surprise, James Barnes finds you through a sea of music and dancing bodies. His stature stands strong in front of your booth, situated in the back so you can enjoy the mixes playing from the speakers and halfheartedly nurse a drink, but his chiseled features are pulled in concern.
One foot shifts his weight awkwardly while he scratches the back of his neck. Even in the dim lighting of a Friday night party, the depth of his blue eyes are unmistakable. “I mean, you’ve been distant lately. You’ve been skipping training, and I don’t know why. Did I do something—”
Your creased brows at the implication of an issue lift in realization. “Bucky, no,” you immediately dispel, shaking your head at the notion he could ever upset you. “You didn’t do anything. I - I got a lil’ something done, nothing serious—cosmetic, and there’s a recovery period, so to speak. I meant to tell you.”
You aren’t the cryptic type; you are of the oversharing variety. In this case, however, you’re reluctant to be so explicit. The two of you are close friends, borderline best if you’re honest, and he’s a proper gentleman so it’s not that you can’t tell him—it’s more like he’s a sweetheart, a little shy being old school and all that, and you don’t want to offset him.
Regardless of your attempt to preserve his innocence, he frowns and his brows pinch in an effort to discern what cosmetic might be referring to. Confusion and intrigue tilts his head, forming a subconscious pout that convinces you there’s no harm in elaborating.
Resisting a full-blown smile at such a cute expression, you reach for his wrist and scoot over in a silent direction to sit next to you. “A wax,” you tell him when he does, brushing your shoulder against his. The mention has a bodily effect, emphasizing the sensitivity below, and your hips draw backward to spread your thighs for better comfort on the leather cushion. “It was a Brazilian, and it’s still tender.”
Given he’s a hundred years old but not present for most of it, and the technique wasn’t invented until the late eighties, you still assume he’s caught up enough on pop culture to understand the reference.
“Brazilian,” he mouths, repeating in a louder voice, “A Brazilian—oh, oh!” You can see the gears turning and can’t withhold a giggle as he fully realizes, “That’s… that’s when everything is hairless, right?”
When they say everything, they mean everything; not your first experience but it has been awhile. A thorough waxer and a twenty-five minute appointment later, your lower region has been stripped of hair. While leaving freakishly smooth skin, it also leaves a numblike sensation and mercurial tenderness.
“Yes. I used to get them done when I was a lifeguard some time ago but I stopped,” you explain breezily, “so my recovery time is longer than usual which is, give or take, a few days. Once the soreness completely dissipates, I will be back in training and kicking your ass.”
He laughs a little but it fades into an uncharacteristic quietness. A far away look peaks your curiosity but before you need to ask, he’s suddenly leaning in. After a furtive glance around the other laughing and drinking off-duty agents confirming their attention elsewhere, he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip and asks shyly, “Could I… could I see?”
Your jaw just about drops. “You—what?”
What a sight it is to see a deadly assassin—albeit formerly and not at all willingly—blush. His high cheekbones twinge with red. “It’s just, you know, the women in my time, they were all natural—which was, and is, totally fine,” he rambles. “I don’t have a preference either way but I’ve never encountered a—er, uh—”
“Yes. Of course,” you put him out of his misery, an amused smile playing on your lips, which has him sighing in relief. There’s no explanation, reasoning or justification necessary, though you found the display adorable. Your eyes dart around the room as an idea strikes you. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll let you feel it, Sergeant Barnes.”
His eyes widen in shock but darken with excitement. “Are you…?” He nods his head subtly in a gesture between joking and serious.
Rather than respond verbally, you grab his hand and link your fingers outside of his. Your gaze remains on him, peripheral acute on others’ potential wandering eyes. With that mild regard to your surroundings, you guide him underneath the table and your dress; right between your thighs where you’ve forgone panties.
Like that, his rough pads are skating across freshly exfoliated and moisturized skin, soft and vulnerable to the touch. The second contact is made, you watch color reach his hairline; his lips parts, lashes blinking to the fullest extent. “O - oh,” he whispers, tentativeness solidifying into full-blown fascination as his hand moves of his own accord, a single palm cupping the entirety of your mound. “Oh, my God?”
“Right?” you say in the exhale after a laugh, expecting him to relinquish once his curiosity is sated—but he doesn’t.
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read this - Bucky Barnes
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Put Your Lips Like This
Summary: You decide your mobster boyfriend needs a little distraction during a boring meeting, too bad he disagrees.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, Mafia!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Oral (m receiving), smut, 18+, canon level violence, minors DNI, exhibitionism, public sex, face f*cking, choking kink, very brief mention of a daddy kink.
A/N: NO permission given to replicate, copy, translate or repost any and all parts of my work (even if you credit it me). Comments, likes and reblogs are weclome.
Requested: Yes. Prompt reader teases mafia Bucky and Steve with a popsicle.
Late entry to mafia monday
You heard a saying once, something about the heat bringing out the worst in people.
Today, with the noon sun scorching every inch of bare skin, you understand exactly what they meant.
You’re hot. And bored.
And for your men, that’s a dangerous combination.
More dangerous than the room full of associates, most rivals. Only deeply ingrained honor and codes holding them back from revealing their true natures. Yet it’s you, in your stretchy red and white cotton tank top and black shorts, that Bucky and Steve have to worry about.
The fact that the only thing separating you from the rulers of the seedy underworld that controls the entire east coast is a pair of handcrafted French doors doesn’t bother you. The fact that they dragged you to this boring, uptight annual meeting does.
Moments earlier, you slipped out of those expensive heavy doors, letting them shut behind you, muffling the aggravatingly loud conversations, men arguing over warehouses, territories, and who shot whose father first.
Steve hadn’t noticed your absence until you were already settled on your lounge chair, assuming you were still curled around Bucky. The tense atmosphere turned deadly when his head pivoted around the smoky office and he didn’t see you.
Before he could open his mouth, Bucky tapped his pink ring on the side of his half-full glass of whiskey, nodding his head in your direction. A furious exchange of glances between the two bosses ending with Bucky leaning back holding his heads up in mock deference, his cocky blue eyes daring Steve to challenge him.
It was always like this between the two of them, Steve overly protective and possessive, Bucky even more so yet somehow giving to your every demand no matter how outlandish.
With Bucky, you can break as many rules as you want.
“If she wants to go out, then she goes out.”
Steve on the other hand is less forgiving.
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do any of y’all wanna see bucky recs
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this shirt >>>>>
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trying to organize the tags better bc i haven’t been consistent but from now on every list of recs is going to be tagged #masterlist and stand alone fics will be #harry recs and my work will ofc be under #my fics
Bothered by @harry-writings
Of The Jealous Kind by @kiss-inthekitchen
Jealous and Possesive by @harryskalechips
Green Eyed Monster by @stylesmessiah
Attention by @blessedbyharrystyles
Run To You by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho
Jealousy by @tokyoharry
Jealous Husband by @harrystylesandharrypotter
The Jealous Kind by @harryswifeofficial
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𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 (ʜᴀʀʀʏ sᴛʏʟᴇs ғɪᴄs)
Residue - @bopbopstyles
➪ harry and y/n go camping with their friends and the fact that they’ve been in love with each other comes out
Endlessly (Part 2 to Residue) - @bopbopstyles
➪ since the camping trip, y/n and harry have lingered in the space between friends with benefits and dating - can they finally get their shit together and figure it out?
Jamaica Me Happy - @for-fucks-sake-h
➪ you could feel his eyes on you, warming your skin more than the sun that was about to start setting - you always knew when he was looking at you, it was like your skin could sense it and immediately sent a signal to your heart to skip a few beats
Run Away To Jamaica - @fenty-styles
➪ harry and y/n are best friends as he realises he has a problem, maybe a trip to jamaica will help
Lucky Together - @finestoflines
➪ harry and y/n always have wine night as best friends, but when harry brings up the possibility of him going on a date, some confessions are made
Three Rules (Series) - @goldenbluesuit
➪ you’re in love with your best friend, he has no idea, and there are plenty of complications in your way
A Guy, Girl Thing - @sweetlygolden
➪ “i fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it, as the inspiration”
Munich Nights - @anemonell
➪ touring inseparably as best friends and musicians, yours and harry’s relationship takes a cruel turn in munich
Mates - @talesofstyles
➪ can harry help his best friend forget her ex?
You Bring Me Home - @mslouhoo322
➪ maggie and harry have been friends for a long time, but when they end up quarantining together, old memories are revisited and their friendship is tested
Changes - @sunflowervolvimp3
➪ “i’ve noticed you…the way you look at me, it’s…different than it was” harry says carefully, his eyes gauging her reaction
White Wedding - @songbirdstyles
➪ your estranged aunt leaves you her estate in her will with the stipulation that you have to be married to receive your inheritance - luckily, harry is more than willing to help
So Into You - @lukescaboose
➪ lauren and harry are best friends who love each other and they both know it but lauren is too stubborn to admit it
Recling Venus - @starsstruck
➪ golden sunsets, finished bottles of wine, and late night sketching
Oh, Anna - @stylesloveclub
➪ in which y/n is sweet as honey, and harry is hopelessly in love with his best friend
Is This Love? - @secretly-a-cold-blooded-murderer
➪ you question the kind of love you have for your best friend
Waiting For You - @watchmegetobsessed
➪ harry finally builds up the courage to come clear abour his feelings he has had for a long time
This Will Be Our Year - @harrysgloves
➪ harry comes home with you for your family new year’s dinner
Just You - @sunflowersunshinevol6
➪ y/n is gemma's best friend, when harry comes home to pay a visit after tour, it's the first time the two see each other in a few years, and harry's still got quite the crush
Fine Line - @harrystylescherry
➪ harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things get said
Bright & Blooming - @havethetimeofyourstyles
➪ in which harry visits for the summer and secrets come out
Empowering Hearts - @havethetimeofyourstyles
➪ in which you’re a lonely model until you meet a baker
Adore You - @gucciwins
➪ harry is a single father and y/n is a well known song-writer that happens to befriend harry and collaborates on his album fine line
You & I - @smokeinherperfume
➪ a friends to lovers ou, where the signs have always been there, but you’ve both been too blind to see it
The Nearness Of You - @beautifulletdownfics
➪ a friends to lovers one shot feat. birthdays, pining and stolen purses
No Strings Attatched - @stylishmuser
➪ naina and harry have been best friends for 6 years - when a bad breakup changes everything, the two take their relationship to a whole new level with one simple rule: no strings attached
Me And You Together - @berrynarrybanana
➪ your best friend harry is a soccer player and you can’t help but fall in love with him
What If We Ran Away Together? - @stylesparker
➪ harry takes y/n on a little getaway when he gets home from tour to maybe tell her how he feels
Warm - @lovemepleaase
➪ in which it’s new year’s eve, and champagne has harry feeling bold
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Harry as Ariel 🧜🏻♀️
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Love Amongst the Tiles | Harry Styles
Description: the air conditioning breaks in the middle of a heatwave, and you can’t sleep.
Word Count: 906, just a little blurb thing I’ve had in my mind for a few days. is it unrealistic? absolutely.
After being apart for so long with the tour, she should be nestled deep in Harry’s arms. Heat wave or not, being right by his side should put her to sleep in a matter of seconds. Tonight, though, they’ve purposely left as much distance between themselves on their king-sized bed in a nearly futile effort to cool themselves off. By some miracle, their broken air conditioner hasn’t presented as big a problem for his sleep schedule as it has for hers. He has been perfectly still for the past five minutes, and his breathing is coming slower and slower with each second. She has spent those same five minutes fitfully trying out different positions to see if just one will allow the non-existent breeze from their opened windows to cool her feverish skin.
Her fingers splay out one final time on the mattress as she spreads each limb as far apart as she can without invading his space. She blinks up at the ceiling in the dark, trying to decide if the sheen of moisture on her forehead is worth the effort it will take to wipe off.
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Harry Styles attends the 2021 GRAMMY Awards
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Hey, do you know of any fics or oneshots where the reader is bi?? Btw I love your account
Hi love, thank you! This was very interesting to find all the fics, I hope you enjoy
All Through Rome by @wellbeafinelime
Bi!reader by @bfharry
Crowded Places by @bopbopstyles
Circle - orgy!harry
Cloud Nine series
Louder On Set
Indiscreet Window by @iwannaholdyoutight-
Of the Jealous kind by @kiss-inthekitchen
Pink Lemonade by @berrynarrybanana
Playboy by @harrysclementines
The girl is bisexual and comes out to Harry by @tokyoharry
You Come Out as Bi and Get Hate by @4everinsane
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