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becca-e-barnes · 11 months

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Limerence

Limerence: a state of mind resulting from romantic attraction, characterized by feelings of euphoria, the desire to have one's feelings reciprocated.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angry/ hate sex, mention of an argument but nothing specific, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, anal play, double penetration, one spank, vaginal fingering, mention of oral, just a little mirror stuff

Summary: I learned a new word last week and I chose to ignore its negative connotations. It's more fun that way.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!

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Life is cruel sometimes.

He’s standing over there wearing a cream coloured Hawaiian shirt with a blue floral pattern and, in spite of yourself, you very much want to jump on him.

You can’t look at him though. You’re convinced that if you look at him, everyone will know. They’ll know he’s kissed just about every inch of your body. They’ll know that you crave the way he touches you. They’ll know that bringing him to orgasm often feels more euphoric than your own climax. And they absolutely can’t know that.

His poker face is better than yours. The wry smirk on his slim lips when his gaze flits over to you momentarily won’t give the two of you away and just seeing him look at you like that is enough to make you question whether you possess a single ounce of self control. He’s better at this than you are, no doubt about it. There’s plenty you can learn from him.

'Are you still being a bitch?' The message flashes up on the watch on your wrist. Holy fuck, this man is irritating.

You unlock your phone to respond to the message, your thumbs move quickly across the keyboard. 'That depends. Are you going to admit you were wrong?' You glance over at him and see that he’s ignoring those he had previously been engaged in conversation with, in favour of responding to you. The conversation goes on without him and no one is any the wiser that it’s you he’s texting.

'I wasn’t wrong.'

'Then yes, I’m still a bitch.'

'I thought as much. But so we’re clear; you made your point in that dress. Even if you are painfully stubborn.'

'I’d rather be stubborn than wrong.'

'That’s cute.' You watch him slip his phone back into the pocket of his shorts once he sends the message, re-engaging with the conversation that he’d been neglecting for the few short minutes in which he’d focused his attention on you.

You’re certain he knows how frustrating he is. Surely he must know.

You’ve been at an impasse for over a week and in all honesty, neither of you can really remember how the argument started. Did it even really matter anymore? It’s not even so much about the disagreement, now it’s about pride and who’s willing to sacrifice theirs first.

That’s the problem with being equally stubborn - neither of you want to be the one to give in. At this stage though, sex has been off the table much longer than you would have liked. Nothing makes you desperate quite like a lack of orgasms and while you can do it yourself, you’d be the first to admit that it’s not even nearly the same.

The way you touch your own body is so different to how he does. Your touch is borderline clinical sometimes. It’s methodical and calculated because really, you’re only working towards an end goal. You focus on release more than pleasure and that’s fine. You achieve what you need to and that’s enough but the way he touches you is so different.

When he’s taking you apart he takes his time, touching you because he simply needs to. It’s evident that he gets off on your pleasure just as much as you get off on his. There’s never any rush, delivering sensations that you don’t have the time or patience to administer when you do it yourself. Pleasure with him feels luxurious. It’s hedonistic and intimate; a perfect blend of satisfying and tender.

It’s hard not to miss that: sex so good that it’s both too much and not enough all at once.

'Do you think anyone would notice if I slipped my hand under your dress?' The next message flashing up on your watch feels like he must have read your mind.

Your eyes dart around the groups of people attending the small get-together, all engrossed in their conversations and sipping their drinks in various little huddles around the bar.

'I can’t imagine they would. You could probably bend me over this table and fuck me right in front of them and no one would be any the wiser.'

'I’m sure they’d notice but it’s a nice thought all the same.' You can tell he’s imagining it and now so are you. You can almost feel his two large hands, one either side of your waist, holding you tight as he plunges his length into you. ‘Shut up.’ He’d whisper, letting go of your waist with one hand to place the fingers in your mouth, silencing your little over-pleasured sobs. ‘Unless you want all your friends to watch you cum for me.’

You shouldn’t really want that, should you? You shouldn’t want an audience. The truth is, you know people there want him. They want to see him the way you get to see him and the possessive part of you that you didn’t know you had until now wants to make sure no one else gets that privilege.

Arguing or not, his cock is yours.

'I’m leaving in 10. You’re welcome to join me so long as you promise not to run your mouth again. You’ll like my hotel room.' It’s nice to see his resolve weakening first because you certainly weren’t up for accepting defeat.

'You should know me better by now. Running my mouth is what I’m good at. Send me the address.' You shoot the text back and realise he’s wearing that same wry smirk as before. The very same one that’s tugging at the corner of your own lips.

'Give yourself some credit. I’ve found your mouth has some other great uses.' He seems proud of himself, following up with the hotel’s address before starting to make his goodbyes to the group.

You take separate taxis and he’s waiting for you in the lobby. You’re far enough away from the prying eyes that at least you can be seen speaking to each other now.

Neither of you say a whole lot in the short walk up to his room, letting the door click closed behind you before you start to speak.

But right as you set your bag down his lips are on yours, hot and insistent, his body pressing you flush against the door.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He groans, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth. He cups your throat with one hand, holding you in place to begin sucking on the exposed side of your neck.

His mouth begins to trail lower but not before you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back.

“You’re so much worse.” You use as much of your strength as you can muster to push him back, leading him over to the bed, pressing him down onto it before straddling his lap.

Now it’s your turn, biting at his exposed throat, feeling his needy groans vibrate through his skin. Undoing the first couple of buttons allows you enough space to nip and suck his collarbones, revelling in the way he melts into this.

He only gives in for a couple of minutes before he needs to feel like he’s back in control, holding your hips and flipping you both over so he’s got you pinned under him.

His hand trails up your thigh, pulling your dress up before two thick fingers sweep across your clothed sex. “You’re wet already.” He muses, teasing you ever so gently.

“Incredible attention to detail, well done.” You know you shouldn’t bite the hand and all but he’s a whole lot more fun when he’s angry.

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble some day.” He’s smug as he withdraws his hand, delivering a gentle slap to your cunt.

It hurts in the most electric way, nerve endings lighting up at the painful stimulus and, in spite of yourself, you want him to do it again.

“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d like that.” He sounds thrilled, delighted by a moan that you hadn’t even realised had escaped. “Getting off on the way I slap your wet little cunt. Do you know how fucked up that is?” He shifts the thin cotton underwear out of the way, trailing his fingertip from your clit to your fluttering hole before pressing inside to the second knuckle.

“You take me like such a good girl.” He muses, adding a second finger before pressing as deep as he can. “It’s a shame you don’t act like one.”

“Maybe if you fucked me right, I’d act like one.” You’re as quick to bruise his ego as he is to bruise yours.

“Ouch.” He teases, curling his fingers inside you in the way he knows makes you see stars. He fucks you perfectly and he knows it. You act like a good girl when you want to. You’re even.

“Are you even planning to fuck me? Or maybe you just want to sit around and enjoy the sound of your own voice.” It shouldn’t be so much fun to watch his face reflect his discontent but it really is.

“You.” He begins before pulling your panties off, pushing your skirt up and arranging you on your hands and knees on the bed. “Might be the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”

You hear him undo his belt and zipper and a short while later, you feel the blunt head of his erection teasing your slit.

Now you understand why he thought you’d like this room. The mirror strategically positioned right at the end of the bed lets you see his face, even in this position.

“I fucking better be.” You tease, pressing your ass backwards, forcing his cock to slide into your eager cunt. He meets you half way, thrusting the rest of the way into you with a force you only could’ve dreamed of.

“You are. So. Damn. Arrogant.” He punctuates his sentence with equally powerful thrusts, his hand on the small of your back to hold you in place.

“And yet you’re still here, balls deep inside me. Guess you don’t hate me that much.” Your pride is short lived, establishing your own rhythm of thrusts that he eagerly meets. Your fingers cling to the bedsheets, each rut into your body almost knocks the thoughts from your head.

He loses himself just as fast as you do. You’re both far too pent up for this to last much longer. Frustration bubbled over into lust and now it’s hit boiling point.

His body is yours to use just as much as yours is his.

“You take me so well.” You hear him groan and in the mirror you see him slip his thumb into his mouth before it disappears out of your view, pressing against the tight ring of muscle only he can see from this angle.

Oh. You don’t often go there.

Your hesitation is short lived, the tip of his thumb presses inside you, slowly stretching out your tightest hole.

It feels amazing. It’s a different type of fullness and when the initial discomfort subsides, you’re able to let yourself enjoy the sensation.

“I can feel myself inside you.” He sounds almost broken and it’s delightful. “Filling up both your pretty little holes. I can’t last much longer. Fuck, I’m so close.”

The stretch of his thumb in your ass is the only constant you’ve got with his cock slipping in and out of you.

Your own hand reaches down between your legs, rubbing your clit frantically, desperate to cum in time with him.

“Don’t you dare.” You groan, watching him in the mirror. “Don’t cum yet.”

He whines, his face screwed up in pleasure, doing his very best not to spill inside you just yet. At least this is one thing you can agree on.

“F-fuck, hurry up. I’m so close.” He’s trying to maintain the same pace while holding himself back and you know it can’t be easy.

Your fingers graze your clit just right and before you know it, your moans are getting higher pitched, your holes fluttering around his cock and his thumb, squeezing both involuntarily as your orgasm takes over.

It’s beyond intense. There’s so much happening at once and within a few moments of your own climax, you feel your partner achieving his. He’s pressed as deep inside you as possible, flooding your body with his release, groaning your name loud enough for his neighbours to hear.

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The following morning with the argument forgotten, everything feels right again. The Hawaiian shirt he’d worn yesterday evening is draped over your shoulders, unbuttoned, giving him access to worship your breasts. His cock slips in and out of you beautifully, soft gasps from both of you filling the crisp early morning air. Your hands are planted on his broad chest and your fingers tease the soft curls of hair on his chest. It’s hard not to feel like he’s engulfing you, rather than the other way around. He’s beneath you, he’s inside you and with his shirt draped over you, all you can smell is him.

It’s incredible, as close to perfect as you’re willing to believe exists. There’s no rush. There’s nowhere either of you need to be. One orgasm can bleed into another and you can spend as long as you like enjoying each other’s bodies.

#Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x you #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes fanfic #bucky barnes series #marvel smut #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #becca writes spice #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #james bucky barnes #bucky #I'm back to screaming about my house search 🙃#The estate agent has asked for final offers on the house that I'm currently bidding on by tomorrow noon #and I'm STRESSED #I love that one #it's weird to think that by this time tomorrow I'll either know I've got it or not #Or I have a second house I like if this one doesn't work out #I didn't expect house hunting to be as stressful as it has been tbh #I thought I'd be more chill about it than I have been #There's not a single chill bone in my body so idk why I thought that #I'm the most highly strung person you'll ever meet #I do love the thought of wearing someone's shirt while I'm on them though #would like to try that

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frogchiro · 5 months

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Brought to you by the biggest snow storm I've seen in YEARS😭

Imagine that it's snowing so heavily that you barely see anything outside the window, a perfect snow storm but the insulation in the shitty apartment building is doing nothing to keep you warm, not to mention the one heater you had was barely holding on.

It was...awful. Hopeless even. You felt like you'd freeze to death in this shit hole and nobody would notice, maybe except...Your pushy and weird but strangely charming neighbour, Simon. He sure unnerved you with that blank, empty gaze that flashed with something whenever he looked at you or with his weirdly touchy behavior where whenever he had the chance to grab you by the hips to 'move you' but given the chance that his apartment woukd be even slightly warmer, you'd take your chances.

Imagine going slowly to knock on Simon's door, your warmest blanket wrapped around your shivering form and imagine the look in Si's eyes when he heard your shy, quiet request as if you were scared and ashamed asking if you could please stay for the night with him because the heating is broken in your apartment.

'Bloody fuckin' hell, she wants to kill me' he thought and almost too eagerly let you inside his apartment. It was...something, sure, with its almost spartan furnishing and the low light combined with the chipped plaster and slightly torn wallpaper made the place look unsettling, but at least it was warmer than your own and you felt like you wouldn't freeze to death :(

Imagine Simon dismissing your thank yous and almost growling lowly at your quiet assurances that you'll be out of his hair by morning and that you promise you'll keep everything tidy and not leave any mess behind. Imagine his borderline disgusted look when you asked him if you could sleep on his couch; what do you mean his couch? Oh you silly girl, you're not sleeping on that old, tattered thing! You're sleeping with him in his bed!

Your look of confusion and embarrasment send a pleasurable pulse into his tummy and made his cock stir in his sweats as he rumbled out that he'd never let his dear, sweet neighbour sleep there, plus it is cold enough to freeze his balls off and he wouldn't mind that extra heat♡

Imagine whining quietly with delight when you sunk under the covers in Simon's bed, even if it looked cold and hard, his bed felt like the warmest and softest nest in the world, not to mention the huge human furnace pressed close to you. You could feel the large male pressing close to you, his hard chest and tummy pressed against your back, his strong arms around your middle and when you were almost asleep, you didn't even register thet you nuzzled your nose and cheek against his stubble.

But he sure did♡

#kin speaks #i'm so so sorry for the silence lately #i've been feeling weirdly unmotivated and burned out #plus the stress at uni is getting to me :(#sleazy neighbour!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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