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saintgoths · 6 months

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☾༺♰༻☽ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - you give ghost the best head he's ever gotten.

simon 'ghost' riley.

250+ notes and i'll post ghost giving you eye-rolling head.

If having to have a vastly sized cock down your throat to swallow as punishment for your impish behaviour, you will be able to find yourself between the large thighs of Ghost many more moments in the future, though, he knew you always wanted to rile him up, he knew you loved the punishment of having to use your tongue to please the usually iced man and he played along with it.

Bruised knees as an outcome but an example of your desire for him, amiable to the way his fingers dug into your hair guiding you up and down his length as you shamelessly gagged and drooled on his member. Cheeks hollow as your jaw shivered whenever his cock re-entered your mouth, with carnal written in your eyes you had looked up at him.

His face hidden by his skull mask and his usually dark and arctic eyes replaced by a biting shadowed lust that had watched you feed onto him. “That’s it baby doll,” he whispered as low grunts emitted from the back of his throat, the man found himself gently rolling his hips while the head of his shaft stroked the end of your mouth.

With your hands against his thighs, you found your tongue dancing against the angry red tip that had threatened to spill, and with incoherent words that had left his mouth, Ghost found himself rubbing his tip against the texture of your tongue, his eyes rolling back as a short whimper jumped out of his mouth.

You were the only person who could get him down like this, having him in a mess as he ached for more of your mouth, your mouth a nirvana he fucked, back straight as both of his hands pressed against the top of your head, eyes drunk as his white spill slid down your mouth, “fuck baby doll,” his voice trembled, as he released the rest of his sticky cum and once you felt the width leave your mouth, you obediently swallowed his load before wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Eyes wide and doe for his next instructions which included him tapping his lap, silently directing you to sit on it and once the weight of your figure had been pressed against his legs, he gently lifted his mask, only showing a bit of his face, allowing you to kiss and embrace his lips as he roughly slapped the curved skin of your arse---ere his fingers gripped into them.

“Y’love getting in trouble don’t ya?” He whispered and caught red-handed, you tucked your bottom lips behind your teeth before you slowly nodded at his comment, his eyes still full with lust, he had now found his hands between your legs. “Well maybe I have to find something else you’ve done, to get you back on your knees,” he hummed and satisfied, you pulled yourself off his lap which had earned a certain look from him

“I didn’t say you could get off.”

“You didn’t?” You teased and as he pulled his mask back down you quickly could see his smirk while the dominant aura clouded his body once more. “Well, what do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?” You asked and as you could feel his eyes examine your body, he finally spoke.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, and so you did.

POSITION REFERENCE.

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#simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut

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kokomos · 2 months

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✴ ⅱ. new habits die hard ࣭ ๋ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ‏☽

— starring AU! LUKE CASTELLAN ! ♆

⤷ ⅰ. new habits die hard

MDNI 18+

warning : weed! luke & reader smoke together.

alternate universe : takes place in an au! where there are no gods, or demigods for that matter. luke lives with his mother, alone, and takes care of her full-time when he's not off doing odd jobs for the locals.

description : after moving several states away from his home in suburban connecticut, luke found himself in unfamiliar territory and in need of a new plug. lucky for him, you're the town's resident drug dealer.

tags : fem! reader, dealer! reader, loser! luke, au! luke; dom! reader kinda, subby! luke; luke can't handle his weed.

honey's note : somehow this got turned into a slow–burn? next part will contain more action, promise <3

it hadn't been a full week since luke castellan, new to town, stopped by your trailer to get his fix. it seemed out of the question that the plug he'd be buying from would be you. even as he neared the residence for the first time four days ago, impressions formed based on the unkept and rather disastrous front lawn, nothing would have him guessing a girl would be the one behind it all.

his neighbor's son, a permanently befuddled teen who luke deemed ‘nice enough’, offered up your contact as soon as the older boy mentioned smoking. he certainly wasn't your wisest customer, that's a given, but you know he meant well and there's no denying that he definitely did you a service despite his impetuosity.

a few messages are exchanged between you and luke prior to his arrival. you pick the time, telling him to swing by around eleven—it’s later than he cares for, his mother always advised him against driving late at night, but he’ll oblige without a second thought if you're the one asking.

in all honesty, luke didn't even need to pick up more bud—the surplus he underpaid for had only diminished by a gram or so, less than two. still, he wanted to see you again. something in his heart was telling him that it was a necessity not a desire; that you couldn't be separated from actions taken in the name of self-preservation. though, luke wasn't dauntless enough to tell you the truth and he certainly didn't have the confidence to back it up either, so he'd keep that to himself—just for now.

his hands were trembling slightly as he hobbled up the stairs, across the makeshift porch, to reach the front door. even the very tips of his fingers couldn't conceal the fact that his heart was racing.

luke was quick to note that the steps were broken; shoddy craftsmanship combined with neglect over time—the same treatment that the rest of the property had received. for a moment his mind wandered and he thought about how he could fix them up for you; he could fix up a lot of things around this janky, old plot. there's no way he would even think to charge you for the labor, though he has a feeling you'd insist anyway. a payment from your finest stash, luke surmises. but that was neither here nor there, and he needed to prepare himself to greet you.

his right hand forms a fist before connecting with the frame of the door. he knocks twice before adding one more for good measure, a pace behind the other two in uniform.

the crooked door swings open, and there you stand. luke had already been wearing a flare on his cheeks, but it only intensified further at the sight of you in a pair of pajamas. tight short-shorts and a simple tee.

“hey,” you welcome him so casually it makes him feel like a fool for being so nervous. he has no time to properly greet you as planned, instead providing a remarkably sheepish smile as you move a bit to the side, beckoning him through the doorway. “you comin’ in?”

of course he is.

he complies in an instant, more or less meek in appearance as he glides past you. luke takes a few steps away from the entrance of your home, and plants his feet firmly into the warped hardwood of the living room, turning his attention to you in wait.

“so, you smoke a lot or did’ya have to supply your friends some?” you ask after closing the front door shut. the question is brought about with an air of nonchalance, though that does very little to calm his nerves.

he chuckles, feeling both caught off guard and put on the spot. “uh—,” he clears his throat as his eyes flicker to yours. “yeah,” he falters for a moment before finishing with forced conviction, “i kinda smoke a lot i guess.”

you shrug it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt, though there isn't much belief in your expression. “sure,” you dismiss, “come sit with me.”

there's not much room for luke to debate. your feet are already in motion and you brush right by him to cross the space, path set for the sofa. luke follows and takes the seat beside you, sinking into the cushion with visible unease. he makes an attempt to get comfortable, and fails, unable to decide where he should put his hands. after several moments and careful consideration, he decides on extending his palms to rest over the expanse of his jeans. in the same moment, you prop the heels of your feet up onto the table in front of the couch, angling your legs into view for the nervous wreck to your right. a small sigh of content draws his attention from the sleek skin of your thighs towards your rosey lips.

that smirk you've formed causes some alarm and his nerves flare up once more. “have you never seen shaved legs or something?” you enunciate each word in your query, goading him into a more playful mood.

his cheeks flush, and he feels like a fool for the second time tonight—must be a skill of yours. tearing his gaze away, he lets out a shaky breath, one that he'd been holding in since he first took that spot next to you. “sorry,” his speech stalls and his eyes warily meet yours again. “i wasn't trying to…” he staggers off, hoping you get the memo—which you do. but there's no fun in not teasing the boy, especially when he's just so easy.

“to perv on me?” you finish for him, smirk left unrestrained and etched into your face.

his eyes widen, slowly leaving yours, and his head shakes from side to side. “i would never,” he stammers quickly to plead his defense.

“i'm just fucking with you,” you reassure him, light-hearted words paired with a jaunty wink. it wouldn't be fair if you were to chastise the boy for simply looking your way, certainly not after the last time he made your acquaintance—and you were doing far more than just looking at him.

you draw your legs back, letting your heels hit the floor, before reaching for some supplies laid out on the table. you unscrew the top of the grinder, unveiling the packed chamber. a whole glut of green and purple tints. your fingers pinch some of the ground weed and you begin filling the bowl for the bong—both crafted from pink glass and marked by hearts. suddenly, your efforts cease and you turn your head to catch his eyes.

“you wanna stay to smoke, right?” you smile a bit ingratiatingly.

luke immediately nods his head; and you have to stop yourself from laughing at the sight. instead you opt for returning your focus to the task at hand, finishing up and placing the bowl in the stem.

“guests first,” you offer the bong out with a grin luke could only describe as endearing; a contrast to the mischievous curve your mouth usually carries.

there's only one thing replaying in luke’s mind as he reaches out to take the glass from your hands.

don't embarrass yourself, don't embarrass yourself, don't—

he flashes a quick, grateful smile for your hospitality. “thank you,” he mumbles, ignoring the unabated warning currently clouding his thoughts.

your pupils dilate the moment his lips wrap around the same piece you'd had your own two lips on not twenty minutes earlier. such a natural, you praise him without a word. he pulls a hit from the bong with ease, yet coughs on the exhale. the glass, with the bowl still lit and burning through the remainder of the green, is mindlessly passed towards you as he desperately tries to compose himself.

a snicker escapes your throat. instinctively, your hand reaches over the middle of his back and you pat a few beats to aid his efforts. “you okay?” amusement accompanies your concern.

by now, luke was entirely out of sorts; but your chaste touch, an attempt to soothe the discomfort from the smoke infiltrating his lungs, was enough to make him catch his breath and hold it. “luke?” you inquire, curious about his condition.

“i’m fine,” he tries to laugh it off, flustered by more than just the way his name rolls off your tongue. his head turns your direction and for the first time, he makes real eye contact with you—not just for a brief few moments before he inevitably glances away.

a smile lifts your cheeks slightly and you retract your hand from his back. much to his disappointment, you break the contact in favor of taking your own hit from the bong.

there's a few more exchanges of the glass back-and-forth before luke taps out. you hadn't realized he saw each offer of your generosity as some sort of competition between the two of you, to see how much he could handle.

he's melted into the back of your couch, eyes fluttering shut. cute. you’re feeling the effects of that friendly contest too—not as much as he is, evidently. years of smoking every day, all day, granted you a higher tolerance for the substance, and the opportunity to tease your client. “do you have something to prove?” you titter with delight.

“hm ?” luke hums, tilting his chin to view your face instead of the wall he'd been zoning out on.

“i asked if you had something to prove,” you restate plainly. “you know you didn't have to keep up with me, yeah?”

you're drinking in the look on his face by the bucketful. lips parted as his mind whirls, searching for an answer to a question he's already forgotten—“huh ?” his voice comes out more soft and airy than you've recently been accustomed to, not that you'd ever complain about that.

“nevermind, man. just, uh—” you stifle a snicker, holding back from full-on laughing in his face, “—take it easy.”

he mumbles something in confirmation, ‘okay’ it sounded like, and allows his eyes to rest once more.

“sleepy?” you coo, applying a tone one might use on a child rather than the man luke was trying to portray himself as.

he manages a faint chuckle, but barely opens his eyes to respond. “mhm ,” he murmurs, with a dopey grin on his face.

you square your shoulders, leaning against the back of the couch with your thighs flat against the cushioning. “you wanna lay your head down?” you simper.

the weed had mitigated some of luke’s anxiety, and his inhibitions were at an all-time low. “sure,” he agrees, unwavering for a change.

a couple pats drummed on the upper portion of your leg coax him closer. without delay, he kicks his feet up and stretches across the sofa until he's properly situated on his side. with his left cheek now pressed into your thigh, you can feel the soft hum of contentment contained behind his lips. your hand reaches out towards him, fingers seeking refuge in the soft curls atop his head. it doesn't take more than a few minutes for your eyelids to grow heavy, and a small yawn signals the inevitable. when the clock strikes twelve in the trailer, all is silent—apart from the snoring of you and the customer you forgot to sell to.

ᡣ𐭩 with love , honey

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x dealer!reader #loser!luke #dealer!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan headcanons #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x you #pjo imagine #pjo headcanons

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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Neptune Notes🧜‍♀️

Check out Moon Notes and Venus Notes

♆If you have a prominent Neptune in your chart you might notice that its hard for others to take you seriously when you are angry because you look so innocent? Thats because your power lies in that innocence. You power lies in looking helpless and getting others to rescue you and getting sympathy from others. Not saying you should use it just saying thats it. Just like ppl with prominent Mercury got their power in their sneakiness and their sharp tongue.

♆ A lot of people with Mercury/Neptune aspects grew up being ignored or left alone in their room a lot. So they had to fantasize to survive mentally which leads to them having a hard time with reality as they get older. They learned to view life from rose colored glasses to survive.

♆ People with Neptune in the 1st house probably feeling like they have never met anyone like them before. They give off this angelic otherwordly aura. Like they are more than human.

♆ People with Venus/Neptune had a mother who constantly criticized herself and was obsessed with her appearance. So they learned early that flaws are something to be covered up and fixed. Thats why they become the perfect partners and do everything they can to look their best. Their mother could also have been very submissive to their dad or blindly in love with him while their father ignored their mother.

♆ Neptune in the 2nd house can be way to generous.

♆ Neptune in the 10th house can be known for being a drug addict. You know in every town there is a group of addicts who everybody knows, they probably have Neptune conjunct Midheaven.

♆A lot of Neptune aspects especially squares can make a person very submissive with a inferiority complex.

♆ Moon aspecting Neptune can indicate a mother who suffers with some kind of addiction.

♆Im so sorry but when people with Mercury Square Neptune tells me a story I have to ask somebody else who was there if thats what really happened.

♆ Mars aspecting Neptune can others an impression of being weak or afraid. Men with this aspect probably gets ”tested” by other men a lot and might be unable to go out to pubs and nightclubs because of men wanting to start fights with them.

♆ Ive seen Mars Square Neptune to be a common placement in people who get used for sex. These people are easily taken advantage off and might believe that they are gonna get into a relationship with the people who just wants to sleep with them.

♆ Neptune rules who we overidealize:

Sun/Neptune: You overidealize your father and men. Moon/Neptune: You overidealize your mother and women. Mercury/Neptune: You overidealize siblings and younger people. Venus/Neptune: You overidealize beautiful women in general and your partners/female friends. Mars/Neptune: You overidealize men and sexual partners, and your enemies.

♆ Neptune in the 1st house can change the way their voice sound depending on who they are talking to. They can even change body language and the way they walk. The scary part is that it comes naturally for them.

♆ People with Venus Square Neptune are so cute and pretty. Like little dolls.😍

♆Neptune dominance in a chart can make someone very kind with huge ammounts of empathy and compassion.

♆People with a lot of Neptune probably get approached by beggars on the street. They look like they will give you what you need. (As a Neptunian myself I have to say ive always been weak for beggars, I cant just walk past them without giving something. When I was little my mom got mad at me because I always wanted to give them our stuff😂)

♆ Squares to Neptune in the chart reminds me of those ”once you see it you cant unsee it” pictures. When you finally figure that planet out you can use it to your benefit. Venus Square Neptune once you stop trusting everyone you will realize that you got the gift to make people trust you and see YOU as the ideal partner, instead of painting others as some kind of ideal.

♆ And once people with Neptune in the 1st house realize the power they hold its over. Kim Kardashian is a perfect example of this constantly creating scandals and extreme ammounts of money because she know how easy it is to make people think all kinds of crazy things about her.

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #ascendant #neptune ascendant aspects #birth chart readings

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rookthorne · 9 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves — where you were safe.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♆ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ♆ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♆ Fluff, slight angst (anxiety attack), implied and referenced spice, use of the traffic light system, detailed aftercare, Soft Dom!Bucky ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ♆ This is a little bridge to tie y'all over for the sequel.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♆ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 11 — Yellow — Masterlist

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The fabric of the couch was sticking to your skin, and you grimaced as you moved and shifted, trying to sit up on your elbows. A strong feeling of restlessness had settled over your body – the pulse of it unable to be ignored, and it was beginning to overwhelm you.

Panic wasn’t a new sensation – you were well versed with the abrupt starts of fits and attacks, but this time it felt different.

“Hey, hey—slow down, doll,” Bucky soothed, his brow furrowed. You couldn’t feel the steady brush of his hands on your thighs, and your chest constricted. “Baby, hey, what’s goin’ on? Look at me.”

You met his gaze, his ordinarily bright eyes now stricken with worry. “Sorry,” you stammered, “I- I don’t know-”

“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, and he moved his hands up to cup your face, each movement telegraphed. “You’re alright—I’m here. Can you tell me what’s goin’ through that pretty head a’yours?”

“Um…”

“Tell you what, baby, do you know the traffic light system?” Bucky asked, his thumbs brushing over the hot skin of your cheeks. “I use it all the time at work, and it’s really fuckin’ important. Makes us all feel safer. S’alright, if you don’t know it, sweetheart, can you tell me the truth—if you know it?”

There was no memory of such a term, but even now, you felt like sorting through thoughts and memories was like wading through wet cement or molasses. “N-No, I don’t know…”

Bucky smiled softly. “Alright, lemme explain it. Green means you’re good to go—you want to keep at the pace, or you want more. You would say this if what I was doing was workin’ for you, makin’ you feel good. Do you understand that one?”

You nodded slowly — there was no way you felt like you could keep going, not with the sudden, unknown panic lancing through in your chest.

“Yellow,” Bucky began, his gaze watching you like a hawk. You felt exposed. “That’s when you need to slow down or you want me to check in—you do not need to wait for me to ask your colour, not for any of these. But, yellow is the one you say when you begin to feel overwhelmed, or scared, nervous—y’know, all the not fun stuff.” His knees shuffled closer, and he kissed your forehead softly, and unbidden, you let a breath loose that you hadn’t realised you had held.

“Red, baby, means that whatever is happenin’ stops—no matter what or where we are, we stop. If you are restrained, I untie you and ask for permission to touch you. I have experienced this before, and I know how to care for you if you were to tell me red,” Bucky explained hastily at your widened eyes. “So don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you whispered shakily. The sudden urge to touch Bucky consumed you, and you ran a hand down his tattooed forearm, and the other hand you placed over his heart to feel the rapid, steady beat. Bucky’s warm hand covered yours, his palm pushing your hand harder into his chest.

“Follow my breaths, kitten,” Bucky ordered softly. “We’re gonna breathe in,” he inhaled deeply and held it for two seconds. “And we’re gonna let it out.”

You followed his order, and the faint, lightheaded sensation slowly started to disappear — you hadn’t even realised that you were hyperventilating… What the fuck?

“That’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, smiling softly. “Do you think you can tell me what colour you’re feelin’ right now? Don’t think on it too hard, baby, jus’ tell me.”

“Yellow,” you whispered, blinking sluggishly. “I feel scared, and I don’t understand. This has never happened, and oh my god, I am so sor-” Your ramble was interrupted by Bucky’s hand over your mouth.

“None of that, kitten—no, I said none of that,” Bucky scolded as you opened your mouth behind his palm. “‘M gonna tell you what we’re gonna do now, okay?” You nodded and blinked at him, then his hand moved to cup your jaw again. “I am going to sit with you here for a minute. We’re gonna breathe and get you back to bein’ level headed. Then I will walk you to your bedroom, and we’ll lie together for a while—maybe watch another movie. Among all that, I will clean you up—bet you’re feeling a bit messy, huh, kitten?”

A small whimper left your lips, and you wriggled slightly, feeling the tackiness of drying slick between your thighs. “Yeah, baby. I know.” Bucky shuffled back on the couch and offered you his hand. “Yeah, okay,” he repeated before he bit his lip. “I know you wanna get cleaned up. Can you sit up for me?”

Bucky’s lap was sturdy underneath you, and you curled into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your forehead into his neck. His hand rubbed a steady line up and down your back. The other rested on yours where you fidgeted with his fingers — the very same deft and strong digits that had pulled you apart and brought you back together only moments ago.

“You alright there, baby girl?” Bucky murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Feelin’ better?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, brushing a finger up and down his palm. “Thank you, daddy.”

Bucky exhaled deeply at the honorific, and he kissed your forehead again. The embrace had done wonders for the panic that constricted your chest. The pressure of the band ebbed slowly like Bucky’s hand was effortlessly wiping it away.

Moments or hours later — you couldn’t tell — Bucky shook you slightly. “You awake, kitten, baby?” You hummed quietly and curled closer, content to stay in his arms. “C’mon, I wanna get my good girl cleaned up and restin’ in bed.”

“No,” you protested, your hand moving to grab his neck in an effort to move even closer. “Stay—’m comfy.”

“I know you are, baby girl,” Bucky chuckled, letting you pull his head down to rest on yours. “But we need to get you layin’ down. And I gotta clean you up, c’mon.”

You groaned and conceded. Lead had settled in your limbs, and they felt cumbersome to move, and you held onto Bucky’s arm as he guided you down the hall towards your bathroom. “Why do I feel like this?” you asked quietly.

Bucky hummed and pushed open the door to the bathroom, carefully leaning you against the sink cabinet. “You’re alright, sweetheart–it’s normal. I see it all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he answered as he grabbed a washcloth. “While I admit that you took that a hell of a lot better than I thought you would, and I am so fuckin’ proud of you—it isn’t easy givin’ up control like that.”

Silence echoed as he brushed the cloth over your thighs and stomach, the soft fabric tickling your sensitive skin, and it made you giggle. “You ticklish, huh, kitten? Good to know,” Bucky teased, and you whacked his shoulder, frowning. “Alright, uncle—you win.”

“I’m so tired,” you slurred. The exhaustion crept and oozed through every last muscle in your body, and you supposed it made sense; giving up control, such as you had never done before, had been a relief, but dammit all, it was scary.

Panic began to set in once more, and your breath hitched. “Bucky, red—red, why am I-”

“You need to lay down, and then I am gonna hold you. This is normal.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and then took your arms. “C’mon, lean on me, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

Slowly, Bucky guided you to your bed and placed you on the edge. “Here.” The covers drew back, and he moved you up the side of the mattress. “Lay down, that’s it.”

You shifted until you laid comfortably under the covers, and you watched Bucky round the bed, undoing the fly and button of his jeans. “But-” You hesitated, seeing the bulge of his briefs. “You-You’re hard, I don-”

“Shh, baby girl,” Bucky soothed, looking up at you from his jeans just as he kicked them off. He kept the briefs on and paid no mind to his erect cock. “That is not my priority–will never be my priority. You are my priority, and right now, you need someone holdin’ you.”

Your eyes welled with tears, and Bucky clicked his tongue. A quiet sniffle left you just as he slid under the covers. “C’mere, sweetheart–lemme hold you.” Warmth engulfed you as he pulled you close, and you rested your head on his chest, your ear right over his heart that still thumped in a slow, steady beat. “This better?”

“Yeah,” you answered softly, drawing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Thank you.”

Bucky kissed your head, and his arms pulled you impossibly closer. “Always, baby girl. You’ve got me now, and like hell am I ever gonna let you go, alright?”

You smiled — even through all the uncertainty and fear of the past evening, you knew you could believe that. “Alright.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works

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kuuyandere · 8 months

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Planetary Yandere Asks

Sun (☉): Do you identify as/with any other -dere types? How about your darling? Would you want your beloved to have similar tendencies as you?

Moon (☽): Which yandere aesthetic(s) do you resonate with? Pastel? Guro/gore? Dark?

Mercury (☿): How did you discover yandere/obsessive love/etc. community? What has your experience of having a yandere blog been like?

Venus (♀︎): What is your relationship with your darling(s)? What initially drew you to them? Were your feelings sudden or gradual?

Mars (♂︎): How do you deal with "rivals" or those that wish to covet your beloved, if at all?

Jupiter (♃): What nicknames or terms of endearment do you enjoy using for your darling, if any? What pet names do you like for yourself?

Saturn (♄): What sets off your obsessive and/or possessive feelings?

Uranus (♅): How do you personally define "yandere" as it relates to you?

Neptune (♆): Would you say you are more dominant or submissive to your darling? Also, god complex or inferiority complex?

Pluto (♇): Have you always had obsessive/possessive inclinations or did you develop them from your current darling? When did you to realise you were a yandere?

#YANDERE #YANDERE ASKS #YANDERE ASK GAME #LOVESICK #YANDERECORE #ASK GAME #YANDERE ASK MEME #YANCORE #ASK MEME #ASK #IRL YANDERE #YANDERE COMMUNITY #YANDERE BLOG #OBSESSIVE LOVE #OBSESSIVE LOVE DISORDER #planetary yandere asks #planetary yandere ask game #YOUR YANDERE #I have no idea why the tags are in all caps

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oftidheard · 5 months

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ok anon that asked what characters u take requests for: may i request a coral x fem! reader? maybe something before the games or in an au she isn’t reaped and the two both like each other but are kind of oblivious to it and they both confess ? it’s ok if not!

i love coral and i loved writing this so much!! (if anyone has more coral requests....) ♡ warnings for mentions of gore, blood, and typical hunger games poor conditions for tributes. reader is coral's district partner, but completely neutral (gender descriptors never came up)!

♆ as fresh as a daisy, and not a bit crazy ㅤ⠀coral x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 1.3k ↳ hurt/comfort ↳ gender neutral

everything hurts. you're sat on what might've once been a green patch of grass, but is now more aptly described as several rocks masquerading as a pile of dirt; the ground feels like it's jutting up to stab and attack you, as if not only the people around you but now the earth itself is trying to kill you.

behind you, is a mound that rises up until it reaches the gate that had opened to drop you all down into this cage. unsurprisingly, the rocks behind you also jab at your back unrelentingly; sitting still making you stiff and numbing your limbs, but even just shuffling slightly causing uncomfortable scrapes and tears in your clothes.

you half hope your clothes might tear — that your dress shirt might finally be ripped from your sticky skin and your too-tight pants finally set aflame — but they're the only thing about you that's still held itself together.

the thought draws a sob from you, dipping your head to hide between your knees that are drawn to your chest. you grip your legs so tight in the hopes that the sensation will relieve the potent stress running through you, or cut off the blood flow in your legs so badly the capitol will send you home.

you know that's never going to happen, though, and it only makes you cry harder.

your tears slip down your warm cheeks and down your legs, contributing to the nauseating second-skin of sweat coating your entire body. every heavy breath and slight readjustment of your hands rubs overheating skin against each-other, only making your body feel unbearably hotter.

you've been wishing for it to rain ever since you first faced the sun here. even if the rain were acid hot and made your skin hurt like hell, you'd still take it as a welcome relief from the sweat and tears.

but it hasn't rained, and with clear white clouds never leaving, you're sure it won't ever. so you instead consider ripping off your skin, pealing back the layers until you find muscle, until blood coats you instead of sweat.

you'd love to do that in front of all the capitol citizens watching you from the bars, especially the blonde girl who visits here in the hopes you'll finally just approach the bars near her so she can fulfil her role as your mentor, and who coral tells you is always joined by her own mentor — festus. but the most you've ever granted that girl is a bloodshot glare, as your mind is overridden with wonder about how this privileged girl would react to your body torn apart and skin drenched in the same colour of her obnoxious uniform. you'd like to see all these rich citizens who watch your fellow tributes like animals react to blood sprayed upon them.

but all of this remains fantasies; your breath too ragged and body too weak to even stand. so in a cage where there's nowhere to hide from prying eyes, you remain curled in on yourself protectively, trying to shield all you have left from the capitol; and wait 'till you die.

your head is still buried where you try to hide your tears, when you hear familiar footsteps returning; rough soles scuffing against against twigs and kicking up dirt with a swiftness that doesn't care for not leaving a mark.

you feel her land beside you a moment later when she nudges your shoulder, and you timidly raise your head to see coral.

she looks concerned, but her expression remains strong, almost appearing like an expression that would lead you to believe that she doesn't care — if it weren't for you knowing her better than that.

"take this," she says, and passes you half of the food that she's just retrieved from her mentor — who you swear you hear a scoff from. you don't lift your head high enough to catch her reaction, but as your shaky hands wrap around the apple and handful of biscuits she passed you, you catch the sound of her muttering something violent under her breath.

your teeth sink into the food immediately, easing your painful hunger, and making the throbbing in your head feel less like it's going to kill you.

beside you, coral eats all that she was given — just as hungry as you — but you force yourself not to eat more than just the apple and a biscuit. the rest, you tuck into the breast pocket of your dress shirt carefully; wary of the fact coral's mentor may stop bringing her food at any moment if she keeps sharing it with you.

even just with her sat beside you, you find that your chest doesn't shake as violently with every breath. you don't feel as on edge, you trust coral and you'll never forget the moment right after the two of you were reaped when she hurriedly whispered to you that she'd protect you.

she notices you've calmed down enough to hopefully make out a sentence without losing your breath, and leans as close as she can without touching you.

"are you okay?"

you smile bitterly — not directed at her, of course — and sigh, shaking your head in a mix of a nod and disagreement, "better...?"

she nods, the two of you lulling into a bit of a silence that draws your head from it's hiding place, so you can examine her face. she looks pensive; unsure if you had to guess — until she flashes you the smallest smile, and picks herself up to move towards you, her side now touching yours, and an arm curls around your waist to bring you closer.

the heat of her skin touching yours isn't what you'd usually call pleasant, as she rocks the two of you side to side playfully, "how about now?"

in a weird way this makes you feel better, but your first reaction is to groan and mutter, "you're sweaty," with a growing smile on your face you elect to pretend hasn't made its home on your face — but hers, her teeth starting to show and cheeks growing pink, is something you now can't look away from.

she leans closer and teases, "now you don't want anything to do with me?" but you catch the tiniest seed of genuineness hidden beneath her efforts to comfort you, and you stop trying to bite back your smile.

you mumble, "i always want anything to do with you," and lightly nudge her cheek with the top of your head with an affectionate grin, "but you're still sweaty."

coral gasps and rocks the two of you dramatically harder, and tightens her grip on you.

"too bad, i'm not going anywhere!"

for the first time since before the reaping — since before your life practically ended — you laugh. it's shaky, and you start coughing near the end of it, but for the few second it's there; bright and unapologetic. it reminds coral of sitting at the shore with you and just enjoying each other's presence, it reminds you of all the times you'd sneak out early with her to catch the sunrise.

but most of all; it reminds you of when the stars aligned for the two of you to meet all those years ago, and the way you felt something click into place. of the first time you held hands, how she'd dropped yours the moment you mentioned it, but still gravitated back a minute later wordlessly. of the all-encompassing warmth in your chest the moment you first kissed.

laughing as if you have all the time in the world to be happy; reminds you of coral — the girl who is going to fight to give you that chance at a life.

tears begin to drip down your cheeks again, and you feel a safe hand cupping the back of your head, as she protectively hides you in her chest — and says something so quiet you can't quite make it out, but strangely comforts you nonetheless.

a/n. i plan to probably write your other request in this ask (the au where they confess) because i love the idea ♡♡

#coral x reader #coral tbosas x reader #tbosas coral x reader #coral thg x reader #tbosas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x reader #tbosbas x reader #❤︎ — the mockingjay sings

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fatallyfalling · 5 months

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Bitter Water ~ ♆

“ let the 67th annual Hunger Games begin, “

- buckle up because i’ve got so much up my sleeves muahahahah

- prologue will go up shortly after my Peeta Mellark headcanons !

- please request to be on the taglist here or by sending an ask!

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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𖤐🜏 Prime Mover Headcanons 🜏𖤐

A very long overdue post but here are some of my personal headcanons about the enigmatic, Prime Movers.

☨ Definition:

A Prime Mover is the person chosen to carry and give birth to the Papal heirs of the Satanic Church (The Ministry). Since their creation there have been many ways that these women have been chosen. Some out for political gain, some from arrangements made by the Ministry, but others, especially in modern times (circa 1900s-) they have been chosen by the Papa himself. In most instances they can also been thought of as something akin to Papa's wife. Joined in love, rite, and Lucifer's blessing by the Prime Mover ritual.

There have times when a Papa has had more than one Prime Mover for various reasons, but this is not something seen often with the advancement of modern medicine. A change which has allowed better care and knowledge to help ensure the women survived childbirth and that the children sired make it past infancy.

Sisters of Sin are often chosen to be Prime Movers, but there has been accounts of Papas taking on those outside the church and for even Ghoulettes being given this status.

♆ Appearance:

Prime Movers are discernable from other Sisters of Sin by the horned veils which they first receive just their Prime Mover ceremonies.

Prime Movers wear a Grucifix which has been blessed by their Papa to protect them from harm. This is typically given similar to an engagement ring, meant to prove Papa's intentions. It is also symbolic as it is worn around the mid-section of the body on a rosary belt meant to signify "protection of the womb".

Prime Movers have also been known to wear Black cornettes, tips lined with precious metals and gems, as well in certain rituals and ceremonies.

There have been instances where a Prime Mover, who has conceived a child, will receive the unholy white eye like their Papa. It is a mystery as to when or why this happens. 😏

♀ Rituals:

Prime Movers are a part of most rituals and ceremonies in some way within the Abbey/Ministry but there are 3 types of rituals in which they are vital.

Prime Mover Ritual- This ritual consists of Papa and his chosen Prime Mover consummating their vows and asking Lucifer to bless them with a child. Prior to the ritual, Prime Movers are washed anew by fellow Sisters of Sin to prepare her for accepting Papa's seed. This is done similar to baptism and the large font is filled with water mixed with herbs that promote fertility. During this ceremony Prime Movers wear corpse paint similar to their Papa's. This is to "bond" them to their Papa and help Lucifer acknowledge their intentions and bless them with furthering the bloodline. The ceremony also includes the drinking of each other's blood, mixed together (like the blood of their child) and drank from a special moonstone chalice. The Papa and his Prime Mover then recite their vows before having sex, with the obvious intentions of conceiving, on the ceremonial altar.

Benedizione Della Gravidanza Ceremony- This is a blessing ceremony for the Prime Mover before the birth of her and Papa's child. This involves the congregation praying for a safe delivery and healthy baby for the couple. There is also a blessing given by each of the living Papas who bestow this by saying a prayer and painting a sigil on the Prime Mover's belly with a special mixture of oils and paint.

Fertility Rituals- Prime Movers are present for all fertility rituals within the Abbey giving blessings and prayers to couples who wish to conceive that they may be as favored by the Dark One as she and her Papa.

⸸ Duties:

Prime Movers were of course something else before they gained Papa's love and favor. Because of this, most of them have already settled into different duties within the Abbey. Once they become Prime Mover however things can change.

Prime Movers are typically given higher positions in their chosen duties and are also expected to be part of the new sibling education and initiations.

They are more often than not mentors and allies to the siblings. Heading up counsels and taking part in decisions that affect the day to day lives of the siblings. Prime Movers also help Papa with making pivotal decisions within the Ministry. Ever heard that saying behind every good man is a great woman? Prime Movers are living examples of this.

May add more to this later but that's a good start lol 😅

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okeancsa · 2 years

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discord: Ocean Boy#0731 insta/snap/cell: available by request

#♆ | 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 | ooc.#negativity tw #depression tw #mental health tw #tbh insta/snap is the best way to contact me #if you want it #just ask idc #but yeah this is my im not dead post #my bad b

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seaprofound · 1 year

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smol headcanon. since po is the olympian goddess of magic, po is especially weak towards anything anti-magic. her entire being is overflowing with magic—hell, her true form is made up of pure magical energy—so, for her, anti-magic acts like a deadly poison that not only nullifies her magical powers but also her divine abilities (excluding her eternal youth and immortality). in short—pun totally intended—she becomes as vulnerable as an ordinary mortal whenever she’s exposed to anything anti-magic. it’s basically her kryptonite if you will. 👀

#yes I’m sadistic and wanna see po suffer why do you ask #「 ♆ ❛ in this essay I will… ❜ ╱ headcanon. 」

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kokomos · 2 months

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✴ new habits die hard ࣭ ๋ 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ‏☽

— starring AU! LUKE CASTELLAN ! ♆

⤷ ⅱ. new habits die hard

MDNI 18+

warning : weed! suggestive themes (not explicit)

tags : fem! reader, dealer! reader, loser! luke, au! luke; dom! reader if you squint, subby! luke; luke and reader are both heavy stoners, reader is high during the exchange.

how luke got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was beyond him. a girl dealer. after a year or so of nothing but egotistical and overly competitive men—luke needed this, needed you.

there he stood: in the confines of some shabby little trailer, on the outskirts of town, that you called home. his cheeks were flushed, tints of red betraying him as he tried his best to remain stoic in your presence. despite the fact that you were obviously high, luke still couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

not that you noticed, or at least you didn't at first; you were too busy leisurely packaging his eighth. your eyes were trained on the scale as you weighed the strain of his choice out, shifting focus to neatly tuck the nugs away into a tiny, pink baggie. a heart embellished the shimmering plastic, a signature that this was from your supply. luke wondered for a moment if there was anyone in town who actually didn't prefer using you—for dealing purposes, of course.

your arm extends out towards your new (favorite) customer. “here you go,” you chirp jovially with a smile. in your hand holds the eighth, sealed and stuffed to the brim.

maybe you gave him more than he paid for, just a bit. but what further justification did you need other than the fact that he was cute, and kinda shy—you liked that in a guy.

he freezes for a moment before reaching out to procure the package, meeting your gaze momentarily before dropping his attention to your hand. a smirk graces your face, delighted, or more accurately amused, by the realization dawning on you.

once the product's out of your possession, he hastily stuffs the eighth away in the pocket of his sweatpants. luke tilts his head up to thank you, but seems to freeze yet again when he finds your eyes scanning his form.

“if you were my boyfriend,” you start abruptly and he watches your eyes slowly meet his, “i wouldn't let you walk around like that.”

his cheeks heat up exponentially, the color darkens against his skin, and he has to stop himself from crumbling entirely when he observes that teasing look you've got plastered across your face. shameless and cruel, by his regard. still, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying every second of it.

he did look pretty slutty, to be frank. a black, tight-fit shirt hugging his abs and those gray sweatpants—they looked amazing on him, but you'd argue they would look even better on the grotty floor of the trailer's one bedroom. your master suite.

following your titillating remark, he swallowed his next breath and let his eyes travel down to survey the clothes he so carelessly threw on hours before. “like… what?” he asked, seeming so nervous that it wouldn't be too far-fetched for someone to misidentify him as utterly terrified.

you chuckle lightly prior to indulging in his curiosity, “like you wanna fuck.”

his eyes instantly snap to yours and his cheeks flare an even deeper maroon. “what?” he nearly chokes on the word. “that's—not,” he stutters, “i was working out before and—”

you cut his pitiful excuse for a defense short, “you've got pretty eyes.” sincerity bleeds through the drug-fueled haze, “it's a shame you don't let me see ‘em too much.”

and without another word, or glance in his direction, you reach for the pre-roll on the table to your left and spark up. he watches intently as you take the first pull, how your plump and glossy lips wrap so delicately around the end of the joint. when your eyes flicker to him, as you exhale some of the smoke, he looks away.

“you gonna pay me or...?” you trail off, keeping a flirtatious tune in your voice. he fumbles around for what he owes in his other pocket, and hands the cash over with a ‘thank you’ and a rather bashful smile.

he leaves the encounter with an eighth in his pocket, your mellifluous voice engraved in his memory, and the feeling that this would only be the start of a new (bad) habit.

ᡣ𐭩 with love , honey

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x dealer!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan headcanons #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x you #pjo imagine #pjo headcanons #loser!luke #dealer!reader #au!luke

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lovaboy · 9 months

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muriel and crowley snippets bc i've been thinking abt them all dayyy and i need to put these out somewhere even if it's not in their full form 😵‍💫

“I only ask ‘cause, you know, we don’t technically need to sleep, but I’ve been reading a lot and typically humans sleep in actual beds, and certainly not cars because cars are uncomfortable.” They speak with a manner of certainty that comes with experience, except they have none; they’ve never been inside The Bentley, Crowley won’t allow it - Heaven definitely wouldn’t allow it. But people in books don’t sleep in cars, they sleep in beds. Logically, real life should follow suit.

Ah. Crowley’s raising an eyebrow expectantly at them from behind his glasses. Perhaps they should wrap it up.

“I was just curious is all.” Muriel rocks up onto the tops of their feet, then back onto the heels. “If you’re going to sleep anywhere, why sleep in a vehicle?”

Crowley dumps the books into Muriel’s arms unceremoniously - as they struggle to keep from dropping any, surprised by the sudden weight, Crowley grits out, “Haven’t got anywhere else to go, have I?”

Muriel, hat askew and arms full, spares the briefest of glances at the way Crowley’s shoulders are up around pointed ears as he stalks off towards another disorganized bookshelf, and wonders what they’re meant to say to that, if anything at all.

· ───── ·𓏢·♆· ───── ·

“I mean, look at you. Standing all stiff like you’re tied to a stake. Would it kill you to slouch?”

As if illustrating his point, he lets his own posture relax a little more, shoulders slumping, back bending, head lolling slightly to one side and shifting his weight onto one foot.

Muriel watches him closely. Their brows furrow, a timid look passing across their face.

“That isn’t what we were taught-”

“Oh, fuck what you were taught,” Crowley interrupts, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Muriel gasps at his swear - with their wide eyes and the hands hovering over their mouth, they almost remind him of Aziraphale the first time Crowley swore in front of him.

He squashes that thought like a bug under his snakeskin heel.

· ───── ·𓏢·♆· ───── ·

The pot housing the snake plant is one of the typical clay pots shopkeeps love to push upon first-time plant parents. It’s littered with meticulously painted-on drawings of various types of flowers (daisies, yellow roses, pink tulips, mums, sunflowers, yellow daffodils - lots of yellow here, what is it with angels and the color yellow?)

Still, he has to admit it’s quite impressive to fit so many flowers on such a small pot while retaining the fact that they are, indeed, flowers, and not just messy splotches of color. Seems Muriel has the same artistic talent as Aziraphale.

The plant itself is doing well - its leaves are a lovely green, their edges the color of vanilla cream, and not a spot can be seen among them as they stretch towards the sky. The soil is slightly damp as if it had just recently been watered.

Tucked securely into the soil so as to not blow away on the wind is a folded square of paper with Mr. Crowley written on it in curly blue-inked font.

#they're just SO FUN to me. agh. he is getting adopted by this litte angel so help me god #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens crowley #good omens muriel #crowley #muriel #good omens 2 spoilers #kind of #jess.txt #go: originals

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rookthorne · 4 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♆ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ♆ 675

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♆ Fluff, Clingy and Needy Bucky

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ♆ He's too soft and too damned cute for his own good, I swear.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♆ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Baby girl…”

“Yeah?” you grunted, stretching further towards the top of the tree. “What, Buck?”

Heavy footsteps approached, then you felt the soft caress of Bucky’s hands over the outer side of your thighs. “Vixen, baby—honey love,” he cooed. “Why are you up there, huh?”

The small step ladder creaked as you moved your feet closer together — an ancient thing you found at a sale when you first moved into the apartment. “What does it look like I’m doing,” you replied, looking down at him from your vantage point. “I’m decorating the tree; it’s Christmas and I also love the lights—so I thought why not.”

Bucky’s eyes reflected the lights that ran along the cove of the ceiling and the tree beside you; light blue and grey turning to reds, greens, and golds. You smiled hesitantly under his intense gaze. “What?”

“You’re jus’ so damned pretty, Vixen,” he said quietly. “Need any help?”

You snorted and shook your head. “Such a sweet talker, but I’m okay—I got this.”

The warmth from his hands disappeared, and he walked over to sit on the lounge to watch you work — until he grew restless.

There were only a few minutes of peace between him sitting down on the lounge and him huffing with apparent boredom, and you rolled your eyes, resolutely ignoring him while you wrapped tinsel around the top of the tree.

“What is it, drama queen?” you asked eventually, after he flopped dramatically on to his side with a heavy sigh. “I’m busy.”

“That’s the problem,” he whined, and you felt the heat of his gaze rove over your body. “I’ve got the prettiest girl not payin’ any attention to me–”

“I am putting up the Christmas tree, you animal,” you interrupted, and you shot a sharp glare at his slumped figure. “You can wait; you won’t wither away to nothing while I finish this. And when I’m done–” You reached further over, around the back of the tree, tinsel and lights still in hand. The position moved your back into an arch and your thighs stretched. A low whistle cut off your rambling.

“Now that is a sight I wanna see for the rest a’my life, kitten,” Bucky purred, the proximity of his voice startling you. “Fuck. I love your thighs, and your ass.”

A startled sound escaped from your throat when Bucky’s hand gripped the back of your thigh, only for him to move it up and cup your ass with his palm and squeeze. “Buck!”

“What?” He pouted and widened his eyes for the full effect. “I jus’ wanna love on my girl—that a crime, huh?”

“It is when I am on a damned ladder,” you snapped, slapping his wrist playfully. “Away with you, you animal—you can make it up to me later.”

“No.”

“Bucky–!” Your squeaked protests fell on deaf ears as Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you close. “Let me go–”

“No,” he repeated, squeezing you for emphasis. “You can work while I hold you—I jus’ want my girl.”

You sighed and shook your head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yes.” The muffled reply came from somewhere around your back. “I know I am, but you love it, Vixen.”

“You’re right, I do,” you murmured, resting your free hand on his shoulder, over the soft material of his sweater. “Just don’t knock me over while I work.”

“‘Kay.”

For the entirety of the time that you continued to work on the tree, with all of the tinsel and lights, Bucky somehow managed to stay plastered to your side — even when he became cumbersome at points, you kept your mouth shut in favour of running your hand through his loose, dark hair to calm down again.

All he wanted was to be close to you, and you couldn’t fault him for it.

Not even when he grumbled when you put tinsel in his hair, or when you placed a star on the crown of his head and told him he was the brightest one in your night’s sky.

⠁⠂⠄𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠁⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #MB #rookthorne's works

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