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sgt-seabass · 10 months
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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back 😊 Now let the hugging begin! 💚
eee thank you for the hug bubs 🩵 I’m squeezing back real tight.
I’m gonna tag people here for a big group cuddle 🥰
you my love, @navybrat817, @sweeterthanthis, @rookthorne, @jobean12-blog, @emerald-chaos, @vibraniumcollar, @bitchassbucky, @sexyprise, @late-to-the-party-81, @sunshinebuckybarnes, @lookiamtrying, @writing-for-marvel , @jen-with-a-pen , @buckyismybicycle, @smutconnoisseur, @mrsmischief209, @mickeyhenrys, @bucky-barnes-diaries, @buckycuddlebuddy, @flordeamatista, and anyone else reading this
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emerald-chaos · 2 years
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Howdy y’all!
I’ve been thinking for a way to celebrate 2.5k followers ever since I realized I reached the milestone. When I was reminded that the full moon was coming up and that it would be a lunar eclipse as well—the best idea popped into my head!
So, my friends, I invite you to celebrate the lunar eclipse and full moon with me by joining in my Moon-Knight themed sleepover! I know this show has completely taken over my personality so why not have a sleepover surrounding it? 😉
This sleepover is by no means only going to contain moon knight content. It is simply inspired by and if we get to talk about it in that process—that’s a win for me! This sleepover will start at midnight central standard time on 5/12 and end midnight central standard time on 5/17.
Below the cut are the different activities that will be available for us to do as well as a couple of tagged mooties to help spread the word. Thank you all so much for loving me enough to put up with my bullshit and for liking my stories enough to read them. You’re all an incredible lot and I am eternally grateful for you.
✨ under a starry night sky with Steven - send me a thought, idea, scenario, etc. that you’ve been day dreaming about with a character and I’ll write a short blurb about it.
🔭 stargazing with Khonshu - send me typical sleepover games! FMK (or any other variation—OVA, etc.), would you rather, cast your mutuals, and so on.
🌚 in the dead of night with Marc - have a particularly spicy thot about someone? share it with me and I’ll tell you what I think! (I.e. some NSFW alphabet for a character, what you think they’re like in bed, what kinks would they like or dislike, etc.)
☄️meteor showers with Layla - in search of something new? Tell me what you’re in to and I will rec a fic, a blog, a tv show, a movie—whatever it is you’re looking for.
🪐a trip to the planetarium with Jake - send me something that makes YOU happy and I’ll share back with something that makes ME happy (pictures, videos, memes—could be anything).
✨shine bright, shine far - are you in need of a pick me up? Or would you like to say something nice to someone else? Use my inbox as a place to spread cheer or to receive a kind word from me.
Tagging a few mooties who may wanna join/spread the word: @marcspectorspet @sexyspector @softlysteven @stevengrcnt @marcspectorsmember @sexyprise @clints-lucky-arrow @ofstarsandvibranium @cwbucky @vibraniumcollar @animehearteyes @bibbidibobbidibucky @vanillanaps @sgt-seabass @buckybarneschokeme @bitchassbucky @babyboibucky @jobean12-blog @sweeterthanthis @suchababie @inklore @onsunnyside @mothdruid @waspswidows @sunshinebuckybarnes @lookiamtrying @barnesafterglow @navybrat817 @specialk-18 @xxindiglow and anyone else who would like to join in!
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vibraniumcollar · 2 years
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«Ellie’s Birthday Party»
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Hey everyone! Saying I’m going to be 30 on May 3rd is awfully weird, considering I didn’t think I’d even make past 18. But here we are, bad back and rice krispie knees and all. I’ve decided for the week of May 1st though May 7th, I’m going to hold a long sleepover to celebrate! Want to join in? We have plenty of options:
🛍: FMK
🎁: Never Have I Ever
🎈: Song Recs
🎀: Would You Rather
🪩: I’ll post a Tik Tok that gives off the vibes you give me
🍰: Kink shame or kink same
🎤: Smash or Pass
🎂: Ask Me Anything! Any funky little questions are welcomed!
And due to having a bit of motivation, I’ll be doing drabbles! Have your own idea? Send it my way. Need a prompt or two? Choose from THIS, THIIIIS, or THISSSSS. Who do I write for? Bucky, of course. What AU’s? TFATWS, Winter Soldier, 40’s, Vampire, Rockstar, Mafia, and Biker! Just include what kind you’d like or leave it up to the birthday girls choice!
I hope to see you all there!
Tagging some of my besties below!
@babyboibucky @bitchassbucky @marcspectorspet @bemine-bucky @vanillanaps @bibbidibobbidibucky @sgt-seabass @spicynudlesoup @suchababie @metalbuckaroo @sunshinebuckybarnes @lookiamtrying @xxshelbsxx @soldatsass @jobean12-blog @angrythingstarlight @buckybarneschokeme @bubblebuckys @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @ambrosiase @chaos-ellie-209 @sexyspector
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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So I have a question! You might not have an answer or might not want to answer, not to mean that my question is rude (I hope it not, I’m just dumb and struggling) do you have any blogs you recommend for MCU fics? I’m sorry if asking this bothers you—
it’s not rude or bothersome at all bb!! all the writers i recommend can be found under by tag #sabs fic recs or #sabs writer recs !!
@americasass81 @sweetlilbambi @saiyanprincessswanie all have amazing writer recs on their blogs!!
but here are some ppl who i know/think write for marvel!! i think most writers primarily write bucky, steve, sam, and zemo out of all marvel characters!! and some have plans for marvel characters!
(didn’t tag them cause i don’t wanna bother them lol
bucksgoat thewritingdoll americasass81 cherienymphe evansweaters evansbby xsapphirescrollsx jakeysangel iimperatriixx onsunnyside maroonsunrise83 stcrdst syntheticavenger the-soulofdevil geminixevans-stan vampy-doll writteninsaturn lavendercitizen bvckysmoon cockslut-padalecki unfortunate-brat thecutestlittlebunbunfairy tom-whore-dleston bonky-n-steeb noceurous stuckysbaby stargirlfics sapphireplums steviebunny samwilsonshandsandass starduststevie apollobarnes bitchassbucky faeryloki sagechanoafterdark buckyownsmylife chrispevanss darkficsyouneveraskedfor iraot mianorth that-damn-girl quietmyfearswith helahades djarinbarnes whateveriwant 2smittinkittin navybrat817 giorno-plays-piano speechlessxx sweater-daddiesdumbdork mariessecretfantasies deceitfuldevout saiyanprincessswanie opheliadawnwalker3 ironlady1993 caffiend-queen cpn-hydra threeminutesoflife hoseokchild itgetsdarksometimes35 jtargaryen18 mdemontespan1667 smutsonian avintagekiss24 barnesjamcs nellblazer champagne-bucky peachyteabuck searchforanotherway golden-ariess belladonnabarnes bubblebuckys shurisneakers kellyn1603 nastybuckybarnes sunmoonandbucky imdarkinme honeyhan-123
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Cabin in the Woods - (s.w.)
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This is my fic. Please do not repost this (reblogs are good). Do not copy my writing. Do not steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing and my original character(s). 
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(gif credit: @/bitchassbucky)
Running. 
Faster. 
Running. 
Running. 
Running. 
Stop. 
"Hell yeah." 
Sam was running from Secretary Ross and his soldiers. He stopped when he came upon a cabin in the middle of the forest he'd run into. He made sure he wasn't surrounded before heading inside. 
Sam inspected the building for any signs of life and/or traps. Once it was clear, he set his things down on the floor by the couch and sat down to relax. 
The next morning, Sam was awakened by his phone ringing. He sat up, taking in his surroundings, and realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. He picked up his phone, seeing it was Steve that was calling him. 
"Hey man," he greeted the super soldier as he accepted the call. 
"Hi, Sam. Where are you?" 
"Ross and his goons found me. I took off running, and now I'm in a cabin in the middle of nowhere." 
"Are you alright?" 
"Yeah, I'm good. How are you and Natasha?" 
"We're alright. Hanging in there." 
"Good." 
"Alright, I've got another call coming in. I'll talk to you later, Sam." 
"Okay, Cap." 
Sam hung up the phone before tossing it beside him. He rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out of them before finding his way to the bathroom. 
He managed to freshen up with the little toiletries he had and decided to change his clothes. After completing those minor tasks, he made his way back to the couch to watch some TV. However, his plans changed when he saw the text message that appeared on his phone. 
Cap: We're coming to find you. We're going to Edinburgh. 
The next thing Sam knew, he heard a quinjet landing outside and a knock on the door minutes later. 
He opened the door to see Steve and Natasha waiting for him.
"You ready?" 
Sam grabbed his belongings and made it look like he was never there. He nodded at Steve and followed him and Natasha to the quinjet. 
Off to Scotland...then on to save the world (again). 
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bitchassbucky · 2 years
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~For you
📎Word Count: 1.5k
📎Warning/s: MINORS DNI! angsty-ish, grumpy!avenger!bucky x new avenger!reader, bucky got detained for [redacted] reasons
📎A/N: MY FIRST COMMISSION POST!!! this is for @babyboibucky <3 love you boo! i hope you likey :D ps, if you catch the b99 reference i will love you 4eva
📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK || Commissions Info (open as of January 10)
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The harsh, white overhead light makes the divots and curves of Bucky’s face even deeper. The sound of people milling about and the ancient photocopy machine makes his ears ring to no end. The unfriendly coldness of the holding cell warms his eyes as he dozes off for what seems to be the millionth time today. What woke him up was the sound of an NYPD officer bellowing through the bars, “you’re free to go, Sergeant Barnes.”
Great, he thinks, he’s gonna get an earful from either Steve or Sam—no doubt the latter one wouldn’t let it go for a week or so. He was already practicing a half-hearted speech in his mind when the officer ushers you to the front desk, “are you sure you’re able to bring Sergeant Barnes home?”
“Dude, yeah, I told you a million times, I know him—he’s my friend.” You quip, tapping your foot impatiently as you finish filling up Bucky’s release form. The ink of the pen too thick for the cheap, flimsy bond paper to dry completely.
The officer sighs, putting his hands on his belt, “that’s officer Deetmore to you, ma’am–“ squinting as he reads off your surname off the paper. “Do you want to be listed as one of the emergency contacts?”
The question aimed at you was answered by a grumpy Bucky, leaning against the desk with a deep scowl on his face—giving everyone at the precinct a death glare that would give their mother a chill up the spine, “no, she won’t.”
“I guess I won’t be.” You say, making a face and shrugging as Deetmore compiles the paperwork for you, stapling it together before filing it into a folder with “J. Barnes” as a tag. Not long after, the officer dismisses both of you, attempting to show you the door but Bucky was already halfway out by the time you bid farewell.
“Whoa, slow down! I’m here to pick you up,” the cold wind bites at your arms as you put on your coat, goosebumps making its way up your skin. The harsh smell of Brooklyn drilling itself into your nose as you catch up to Bucky.
Hearing your voice, he just walks faster, dodging stationary and side-stepping people. “Yep, you did and I thank you for that,” laced with sarcasm, Bucky answers back, not expecting you to catch up to him anytime soon.
“Was that sarcasm?” Your voice pops up from beside him, your brows furrowed not in annoyance but in amusement. Bucky thinks that this is the longest conversation that you both had with each other.
The sound of the street drowns out his hummed response and you continue to walk with him until an intersection comes into view. You stop to wait out the pedestrian light while Bucky attempts to cross the street already—your hand was quick to pull him by his hood though, not strong enough for him to tumble backward but strong enough so he stops at his track.
“What was that for?”
“The light was red.”
Bucky grumbles in response again—forgoing walking straight and instead, taking a right turn into an alleyway. “The subway’s right there—where are we going?” A genuine question was met by an eye roll and he suddenly turns around and stops walking.
“So go there, leave me alone,” the unshakable tenor of Bucky’s voice echoes and bounces onto the exposed brick of the buildings. The yellow light of the streetlamp was so much more forgiving than that of the lights in the precinct.
You shake your head, walking closer to him, bridging the physical and the metaphorical gap between the both of you, “Nope, no can do. They said that I was to bring you back to the tower and that’s what I’m doing.”
“Really? That’s your job now?” Annoyance itches in Bucky’s brain, there’s a boyish voice in the back of his head telling him to push your buttons more.
“Well, no—it’s just no one other than Steve wants to pick you up and the others are busy so I volunteered.” There was a hopeful ring to your voice—you were a good 10 feet away from him now. Both the streets that cut the alleyway bustling with people going about their night.
“Okay, you’re dismissed.”
“Not until you’re back in the tower,” and you were just as stubborn as him. “C’mon, Bucky, I take my assignments seriously.”
He sighs as he sees a sliver of young Steve’s indignation in you, “let this one slide—I’ll tell ‘em that I was already out by the time you got there.”
You scowl, arching a brow upwards, “my name’s on your release form—I can’t- we can’t lie.” The thought of lying to your superiors back in the office makes your bones shiver, you shake your head like an etch-a-sketch board.
“Then make something up, I don’t know,” one by one, Bucky’s suggestions weren’t any help for you—not until he just goes with you.
You cross your arms, leaning on the wall to your left, “I’m not making something up—either you come with me or I’ll follow you around Brooklyn.” You start to wonder if this is the reason why most of your coworkers don’t want to pick him up.
“God, you’re just as stubborn as Steve, no wonder he plays his favorites with you.”
The backhanded statement took you out of your head—as soon as you process what Bucky meant, your mood changed. He surely felt it too as he quickly apologizes, although his heart wasn’t in it.
“I’m in this team because I work hard as anyone in it,” the tone shifted from a more serious perspective. “You know, I thought that this was my chance to be close to you.”
It was Bucky’s turn to arch up a brow, “close to me? Just like how others get close to me so they can pry me apart, is that it?” The sudden vulnerability of Bucky slips through, just as sudden as his attempt to close himself back up, “just go home.”
“Believe it or not, Bucky, I’m here because I like you and I want to be your friend. But if this is what I get for trying then—“ you shake your head and rummage around your bag, tossing Bucky a Metro Card that you bought for him. “You can figure it out.”
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By the time Bucky got home, the common room was illuminated by the soft and warm nightlights installed under the furniture and the fix-ins. The words “I want to be your friend” keep echoing in his mind—it has been too long since anyone really wanted to be his friend without a life-or-death situation being the foundation of it.
While those relationships are great and were forged by a situation not everyone is equipped to deal with, he has yet to have a friend outside of his very small circle—build bridges with memories as his therapist would say.
A light crinkling noise from the kitchen brings him back to reality, his mind already going through the worst of the outcomes. Bucky let’s put a sigh of relief when he sees that it’s just you—and then the relief turns into hot embarrassment when he remembers how he treated you earlier tonight.
“Hey,” Bucky says softly, knocking on the countertop. He wasn’t really expecting a reply from you.
You turn towards him, closing a utensil drawer, “you made it back, congrats. How’s the subway?” Even with how annoyed you are with him, you try to make small talk.
“It stinks, literally.” Bucky chuckles, shrugging off his jacket as he sits on a high stool. The only light source in the kitchen being the lone built-in under an overhead cabinet.
The silence that followed Bucky’s joke was like pinpricks for him—the still awkwardness of the situation pricks and pokes the skin on the back of his neck, “it gets worse in the summer.” You reply dryly as you wait for your popcorn to cook in the microwave.
“I’m sorry for being a dick,” downcasting his eyes, Bucky examines the pattern of the countertop before looking up and meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says again, genuinely this time.
“I’m sorry too, I think I tried too hard,” you shrug back, talking loudly in between the muffled pops of the kernel in the bag.
Bucky sighs and shakes his head, kicking up so he spins in his stool, “don’t do that—don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Before he forgets, he reaches into his discarded jacket’s pocket and slides the Metrocard from earlier across the countertop, “that’s yours, right?”
“That’s yours, I already have one,” you smile at him, carefully taking out the bag of popcorn from the microwave oven.
After transferring the food into a bowl, you sit across him, catching up on things that both of you have missed and learning similar things about each other.
“I guess you should apologize for one more thing, Bucky,”
“What is it?”
“That you stole my cereal.”
“That was one time!”
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Night Fillings
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! reader (no other specifications)
Word Count: 874 words
Outline: Night session with your favourite neighbor. PWP.
Warnings: Mean! Dom! Matt, unprotected sex, light exhibitionism, riding, degradation, use of slut, light biting, if I missed anything or tagged something wrong please let me know!
Author’s Note: first time writing smut for my favourite baby boy, thank you so so so much to @late-to-the-party-81​ for beta reading this and helping me out, and to @bitchassbucky​ for encouraging me with this piece. Mwah. 
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​
🌟 Please reblog and comment if you want to, all feedback is appreciated and warmly encouraged 🌟
Main Masterlist ・❥・Matt Murdock Masterlist
THIS IS A NSFW DRABBLE. MINORS PLEASE DNI. 
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Matt sighed deeply at the feeling of the figure in front of him. You were ready and almost too desperate, waiting for his touch, your body squirming. His beloved touch, the only reason why you’d left your friends in the middle of your night out and jumped ship once you saw him. You couldn’t deny what he gave you. Who else could give you more?
As for him, he was cocky, way too cocky, as his eyes glistened, his breath hitched, with you on top of him, some clothes thrown on the floor, others half off, his tie around your neck, your hands on his head ruffling his hair before gripping it. 
What a sight to see, the good girl next door riding her neighbor like her life depended on it. From the drawn window the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock, struggling to take him all in, could be seen and you didn't mind it at all. 
“Come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that, didn’t practically beg me to come back with your sweet ass to your house just for you to disappoint me, huh?”
He was barely moving, a smirk curled on his lips. He could feel all that was running through your body and mind, your insides burning with your desire, but unfortunately, you were not used to it, used to him; some things are way too tight. You kept on struggling, the sound of his chuckle filling you with more confidence that you could do this. You were trying harder, rotating your hips and trying to stretch yourself more, as you gripped on his hair, a loud moan escaping from your lips. He only laughed a little, his chest vibrating with the low sound. 
“Looks like you got all the time in the world, little one”
In the cold of the night, your breathing was getting heavy and uneven, his hands firmly outstretched on the couch beside him, not helping at all with your struggle, instead of wanting to hear, and indulge in, all of the sounds you were making. Your mouth hung open, wet sounds filling the room. oh, he loved it so much, you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside your pussy.
You switched from rotating your hips to bouncing up and down again, his girth burning you so much that it made you squeal. His enhanced hearing allowed him to hear all of your micro noises caused by the way his cock was stretching you out, increasing his pride. 
Delicately, but needily, your hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you pushed against him, finally sinking down. With a loud groan, you stilled for a moment trying to adjust to his size.
Then he laughed for a second time. Oh, he was cocky all right. 
"Finally managed to take me all the way in, huh? Was starting to get bored over here, felt like taking a nap. " 
You began to whine at his words, even though you loved it because you wanted to please him so bad 
"Matt please, I can't -fuck Matt is it’s too big, I can't, it burns, please, please, please." Your words sounded like a chant, and he did love it when women begged, the more desperate the better.
His eyes darkened as he suddenly, and forcibly, grabbed your hands by your wrists and wrapped his body around yours, turning you around and pushing your body to the couch. You tipped your ass up in anticipation, arching your back and helping him push his cock inside you from behind. He didn’t waste a moment as he thrust inside you hard, one big arm now next to your face, the other hand holding your wrists, his chin above your head.
He pounded into you hard and fast, both your heart rates rising. 
He held your wrists hostage with his strong hands as he is pounded inside you at a brutal pace, devouring your body and ruining you for any other man, just as he wanted. Your mouth hung open, only unintelligible grunts leaving your lips. 
"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart, to get fucked by my cock,? You thought you could take it, that you could handle it?" He shook his head
"No you fucking can't, only I know what you can take or not. Crawling to me like a pathetic little slut wanting to get filled. No one else can fuck you like I do, huh? "
Soon though, you felt a warmth inside you as he finished, filling you up with what you had craved the most. The burn was finally gone, leaving you filled with his seed and wondering what he was going to do next as he placed soft, tender kisses on your shoulder, having bitten you as he came, slowing his movements until his hips stopped completely.
"Time to scream more, baby girl.” 
He tapped on your back, pulling out of it and turning you around again. You looked at him, blissfully fucked but in need of more. He knelt in front of you and left a trail of kisses from your belly to your pussy.
Oh, this was going to be a long-ass night!
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sammylibrary · 2 years
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Compilation of all the Fluff fics that were rec'ed by everyone! Feel free to send in more!!
Support the writer by reblogging and leaving comments on their fics <3
Notes: I have kept smut and implies smut to the minimal. But respect the writer's wish if they are a Minor DNI blog.
Please read the warnings at the beginning of the fic. I'm not responsible for your media consumption.
Unconventional Date Night by @lovelyavengers
Little Spoon by @musingsinmoonlight
Sunday tiny drabble:) by @sammiesonyourleft
The vow by @scandinavianfairytale
Confessions by @bemine-bucky
I'll Make It Short by @kingbuckyx
Book Smart by @indyluckycharlie
Hurry Home by @jobean12-blog
Diamonds & Granola Bars by @suitofvibraniumarmor
Long Day by @self-indulgent-imagination
Dragon by @buckysknifecollection
im too lazy to write a fic so heres various headcanons about Sam Wilson and Relationships by @mayonnaise-and-anarchy
Prompt: I'm so proud of you by @barnestuff
you make my dreams come true by @samwlscns
Never Planned On You by @hellotvshowtrash
Sick by @mellowavengersstuff
Fluff!! by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog
Take you home by @ginagrey
time can wait by @elysianrogers
Seen (angst with fluff. tw: depression) by @pinknerdpanda​
Bringing The Cheer by @amanda-teaches
Back To You by @bitchassbucky
In This House You Are Safe by @harrysweasleys
I'll Be Home for Christmas by @jbbarnesandnoble
caffeine kisses ☕️ by @jamalflanagan
Delirious by @xoxoavenger
3 am. Kisses by @beelicious-barnes
Just Another Day by @jewels2876
smooth talker by @shmaptainhotchner
lover by @roger-that-cap
Forward (DDLG themes) by @honeydulcewrites
‘till death blooms us art (angst with happy ending) by @divine-mistake
@bvckysmoon:
scary love
a christmas miracle
@thighs-of-betrayal-blog:
My Only Concern (angst/fluff)
Rough Couple of Days
@barnesandco
I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk
Light pink sky up on the roof // Sun sinks down, no curfew // Twenty questions, we tell the truth
@xbuchananbarnes:
Paper Thin
here we go again
@justagirlinafandomworld
Say Yes
Worth It
@ambrosiase:
in a garden of wilted flowers (angst with happy ending)
there are many ways to say, i love you
@ofstarsandvibranium:
A Touch of Normal
Come Stop Your Crying
@moonlight-prose:
fooled around and fell in love
finally
easy living
@whisperlullaby
Let Me Come Home
The Perfect Dress
What's the tune
@princessmisery666:
Lazy Morning
A Reason To Come Home
Adventures In Babysitting Captain America & The Winter Soldier
Dance
@historygeekfics:
First Date with Sam
Gentle Knight
Big Spoon (nightmares and fluff!)
Prompt was crafts
@world-of-aus:
Pre-mission Jitters
Fall Tradition
Take A Ride With Me
Spooktacular Sight
@samwilsonshandsandass:
Five Times Sam Kissed You First And One Time You Kissed Him First (A/N: I basically wanted to make it unbearably fluffy.)
The Massage (A/N:I just wanted to pamper Sam)
Samtember 10 Secret Admirer (A/N:Sam just deserves some flowers)
@19ana45:
The Best Part of it All
Kiss Me Better
Let it Snow
Close Your Eyes and Kiss Me Now
Time for Love
@aynanasstuff:
Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar
Dance For You
Blissed Out (A/N: 18+ but still really fluffy)
The Way You Look At Me
There She Is (hurt comfort)
The Wilsons' Residence
@etherealthors:
if you ever want to be in love (angst, fluff)
baby, i still see ya
i can't sleep until i feel your touch
you and i remain the same
(we can be like they are) come on, baby
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babyboibucky · 3 years
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Salt, Sugar and Viruses
Pairing: Office!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.
Word Count: 1,962
Warnings: Two idiots just doing idiot things
A/N: This was done in a haste so I kinda hate it lol but I can’t get this story out of my head and thanks to @bitchassbucky for pushing me to write a full fic of this 🥰 luv u 🥺
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"You have a crush on Barnes' grumpy ass?!" Sam choked out.
You angrily hushed him and frantically looked around the pantry to make sure that your secret was still safe. Fortunately, only you, Sam and Nat were inside having your respective afternoon breaks.
"What? He's nice. And cute." you told Sam as you stirred your coffee, smiling to yourself at the thought of your office crush, Bucky.
"How'd you even meet him, he works all the way at the IT department." Sam asked.
Nat snorted recalling the encounters she witnessed for the past few months. Some of which were unintentional but most of them? You had carefully planned out just so you could come up with an excuse to request for Bucky's assistance.
"She might have gotten viruses in her computer once...or twice. Or thrice." Nat teased.
The first time you met Bucky was when most of your files suddenly got corrupted. It was hella embarrassing because you didn't know shit about how computers worked and well, you've been illegally downloading torrents since the office's internet connection was a gift from the internet gods. Without a doubt, your computer was a nest for viruses.
Bucky showed up in your floor that morning and you almost sunk into your seat from shame. You'd heard the IT Department complain about everybody else in the office messing up their computer systems. When you turned around, Bucky greeted you with a charming smile and soft hello. You could still remember how he felt when he stayed behind you as you sat on your chair, bending over to take your mouse in his hand.
God, he smelled so good you almost turned your head to nuzzle your face into his neck.
He was very soft-spoken you realized; Bucky was kind enough to walk you through the process and to be honest, you couldn't recall a damn thing he said. Something about firewalls? And shields? Whatever, you didn't really listen. You just stared at Bucky as he explained everything, solving your problem in less than fifteen minutes.
Since then, your crush for Bucky grew bigger. You'd entered the elevator together a couple of times, shared small conversations that made your heart flutter. When those little moments didn't seem enough, you started your devious plan to fuck up your computer a bit. By the third time Bucky fixed your computer, he was already comfortable enough to tease you for being a "virus magnet".
"Hello? Young lady, come back to earth." Sam snapped his finger right in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts.
You clicked your tongue at him and swatted his hand away. "If you ever tell this to anyone, Wilson. You are dead." you warned, poinitng a finger at him.
Sam rolled his eyes, "It's so unfair how he's kind to you. Last time I requested for his assistance he got all smug and grumpy at me." he complained.
Nat shook her head in amusment, "That's because you've been downloading porn. You know the IT department can access our browser histories, right?"
You choked on your coffe, "WHAT?!"
Nat narrowed her eyes at you, "You been up to no good for you to react like that?"
You faceplamed, "I've been stalking his Facebook account."
Sam chortled, "What are you, in high school? Jesus, calm down. You're gonna be fine. Why don't you just tell him you like him?"
You made a face, "I'm not Nat to have the guts to do that."
Nat hummed, bringing her mug to the sink to wash it. "Why don't you start by making him coffee?"
"I don't know how he likes his coffee."
You received a pointed look from both your friends. You groaned in defeat, "Okay, fine. I know how Bucky likes his coffee."
Nat smirked, "Stalker."
-
Bucky always arrived in the office half an hour before nine in the morning. This gives him time to settle into his cubicle, buy a sandwich at the stall downstairs and to make himself a cup of coffee. It was his daily routine and upon going back to his desk after buying his breakfast sandwich, Bucky was surprised to see a cup of newly brewed coffee on his desk.
He looked around but there were no signs of anyone. There wasn't even a note of some sort. Carefully, he brought the cup to his face and inhaled its scent. Shrugging, he took a tiny sip.
-
"How's the little secret admirer doing?" Nat asked, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you.
You deadpanned, "I've been leaving him his coffee for an entire week now and nothing's happened yet."
Nat frowned, "Are you kidding me? Why would you expect for something to happen when you haven't been leaving any clues?" she said.
"I'm shy, okay?! Maybe I should hide somewhere, check for his reaction. See whether I have a chance." you shrugged.
It was stupid of you to leave the coffee on Bucky's desk. You never stayed to wait for him. You just left it there without a note or anything that would even give him a clue about you and your little crush on him. You knew the reason why, of course. You were afraid of rejection. Sometimes, you'd feel like you have a chance with him since he was always so kind and warm to you. Not to mention, everyone in the office knows him to be grumpy but around you, he was totally the opposite of that.
But then again, maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him too.
-
One morning after leaving Bucky his coffee, you finally decided to leave him a note. You ran back to your cubicle to get a post-it and a pen. Before you could even walk around your desk, you spotted Bucky headed over to the pantry, the cup of coffee in his hand.
"Fuck, okay. Maybe I should just directly ask him out?" you thought to yourself.
You quickly followed Bucky into the pantry and almost whined when you saw that Sam was inside as well. You widened your eyes at him, signalling for him to leave but Sam was preoccupied on observing Bucky who seemed to be in a bad mood.
"Rough morning?" Sam just had to ask as you awkwardly stood by the doorway, finding the right timing to butt in.
Bucky's forehead creased as he let out a huff, "Rough weeks, actually." he answered.
You opened your mouth to say something comforting, wanting to lift Bucky's spirits up but he turned around and glanced at you and then back to Sam.
"Does anyone hate me in this office?" Bucky asked.
You and Sam exchanged looks, both of utter confusion before shaking your heads in unison. "Why'd you ask?" Sam asked.
Bucky lifted the cup of coffee that you made, "Someone's been making me coffee." he stated.
You cleared your throat, "...is it bad?" you asked.
Bucky made a face, "Terrible actually."
Ouch.
"I mean, the first time I saw it I was actually flattered. And then I took a sip and it's just...salty." Bucky said, pouring the coffee into the sink before throwing it into the bin.
Sam's head snapped towards your direction, his face almost red from biting back a laugh. Your face heated up at the realization that you've been putting salt into Bucky's coffee instead of sugar. All this time. You wanted to disappear right then and there. And Sam had to be the one to witness your huge failure.
"I thought it was a mistake since the next day, there was another coffee on my desk. I tried it out and it's still salty. It lasted a week, you guys. And I was dumb enough to keep on tasting it in hopes that it might have been a genuine mistake. But now I'm starting to think that someone hates me that much to fuck my coffee up." Bucky explained, face scrunched up into a mixture of irritation and curiosity.
Sam failed to stifle his laughter and exploded, "Funniest shit I've ever heard." he told Bucky before standing up and making his way to the door where you stood.
Your face was red and if the salt and sugar mishap was already humiliating enough, Sam decided to make things even worse for you.
"You really need to check the labels before pouring shit into his coffee." and with that, Sam gave your shoulder a squeeze before leaving the pantry.
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. When you opened them, Bucky was staring at you with an expression you couldn't paint.
"Did you...were you the one leaving me coffee?" he asked.
You secretly pinched yourself in the arm to check whether you were just dreaming. Fuck, you hoped you were having a nightmare but the pain that you felt made it clear that you totally fucked up.
You nodded in embarrassment.
"You hate me that much?" Bucky asked in disbelief, as if he was offended that out of all people, it had to be you.
You quickly shook your head, "No, God no! I just...it's because I..." you stammered, trying to find the courage to spit out the words you've been dying to tell Bucky.
Bucky tilted his head, "Because you...?" he urged.
Your hands balled into fists as you let out another deep breath. Bucky probably hates you right now, but whatever. This was your only chance and to hell, you were going to confess.
"Because I like you?"
You didn't think that Bucky's confused look could even turn more...well, confused. But he was looking at you incredulously as though you've grown a second head, or a third head.
"You like me so you decided to put salt in my coffee?" he asked again.
You honestly didn't know who sounded even more stupid now, you or Bucky. Because if he still didn't understand what was going on, he was dense as fuck.
"No!" you explained. "I wanted to make you a decent cup of coffee but I guess I was too careless and didn't realize that I've been putting in salt instead of sugar." you said.
Bucky didn't say anything after that. He just stared at you, but he didn't seem confused anymore. If any, he looked like he was processing the entire situation.
"You like me." he stated again.
Will your embarrassment ever end?!
"Yes, Bucky. And I messed up my chance and you know what? I'm just going to show myself out and leave you alone." you told him and forced a fake grin before attempting to walk out.
A hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back into the pantry. This time, Bucky was the one who looked embarrassed.
"I might have...done something pretty stupid too." he said, avoiding your gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.
You eyed him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"
"I uhh...I did something to your computer...the day before you requested for my assistance for the first time." Bucky admitted shyly.
It was your turn to get muddled at Bucky's confession. "But why?" you asked.
Bucky offered a shy smile, "Because I've been seeing you around the building and thought you were cute."
And then everything clicked. It was a light bulb moment for the both of you.
"Oh. Ohhh okay. I see." you said before suddenly breaking into laughter.
Bucky joined you and scratched his head, "I guess we're both idiots." he said, placing his hands inside his pockets as he stared at you.
"This went...way more interesting than I thought." you said with a nod.
There was a pause before you decided to speak up, "So, do you want coffee?"
Bucky beamed at you as he nodded, "As long as you'll use sugar this time."
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𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕
summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.
pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??
a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333
explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.
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You were too close.
The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.
It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.
James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.
You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.
He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.
You were a trouble.
You were a walking sin.
That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.
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James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.
He was in a cleansing mood.
So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.
“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.
“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.
“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.
“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.
You were desperate.
The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.
“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.
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It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.
You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.
“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.
James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.
“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.
“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.
“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.
“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.
“Alright,” you agreed easily.
Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.
So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.
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James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.
He called them cleansing.
He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.
Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.
“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.
His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.
“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.
“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.
“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.
James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.
James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.
Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.
“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.
“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.
“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.
“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.
“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.
“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”
Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.
“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.
“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.
“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.
After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.
You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.
The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.
“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.
“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.
“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.
“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.
****
James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.
“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.
His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.
“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.
“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.
“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”
“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.
He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.
James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.
He loved his cleansing nights.
He loved watching them fading out.
It was why he was created.
──
Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.
Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.
Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.
He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.
This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.
The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.
However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.
She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.
Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.
Her face, however, was the creepiest part.
It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.
“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”
Rogers knew what he was trying to do.
“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.
“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.
“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”
“Which is?”
As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.
“Lust.”
𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...
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sgt-seabass · 2 years
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sgt-seabass’ lake house getaway
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So, I hit 2k followers this week and I’m honestly in awe. I thought it would be nice to have a themed celebration where we can have some festivities. Let’s all have a fun getaway.
This celebration will be running for just over a week. From time of this post to 7pm Sunday April 3rd AEST. 
I’ll do my best to answer all the asks and answer the ones still left over from my 1k celebration (I’m bad and very behind I know lol).
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I wanted to share some dark fun, so each activity will have a corresponding lake house activity/headcannon with some our favourite characters.
Swimming with Hal, but he holds you under the water til you submit
Interested in a song rec? Send me a vibe and I’ll recommend you a song.
Enjoying a drink on the dock with Nick, but he drugs you
Send me a cast your mutuals.
Reading by the campfire with Bucky, but you're chained to the wall
How about a game? Send me a FMK, would you rather, ect.
Having a lavish dinner with Steve Kemp, but he puts you back in your basement cell after
Tell me about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with.
Dancing with Steve Rogers, but you're collared and he's holding the lead
Send me one character and one word and I’ll make a mini-drabble from it.
Baking with Scott, but you get a spanking for every instruction you follow wrong
Tell me which character you associate with an annoying habit and I’ll say if I agree or not.
Stargazing with Beck, but you’re bound and gagged
Curious about me? Ask me anything, from something personal to something about my writing.
A tea party with Jefferson, but you’re chained to your chair.
Curious about what I listen to? Send me an ask and I’ll shuffle my Spotify and share a random song recommendation.
Eating ice cream with Lee, but he has you lick it off him as your hands are tied behind your back
Feeling lovey-dovey? Send a love letter to another blog.
A backyard BBQ with Andy Barber, but he has you in an ‘o’ ring gag so he can share his beer with you despite your protests
Wildcard. Ask whatever you’d like.
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tagging some people who might be interested (there’s no pressure at all)
@thanatosfic @bemine-bucky @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @soldatspet @buckybarneschokeme @lookiamtrying @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @sweeterthanthis @ambrosiase @bitchassbucky @suchababie @jobean12-blog @vibraniumcollar @luxeavenger @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @beelicious-barnes @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @yarnforbrains @cwbucky @treatbuckywkisses @soldatsass @lunarbuck @dreamlessinparis​ @poppunksnowwhite @buckycuddlebuddy @summerofsnowflakes @cockslut-padalecki @destroyer-chris @vase-of-lilies @bubblebuckys @clints-lucky-arrow @specialk-18 @thebluemage​ @breakablebarnes​ @onsunnyside​ @late-to-the-party-81 @lil-nas-z​ @duchessoftheheart @midnightf @musingsinmoonlight​ @infatuatedjanes @lavendercitizen​ @stuckysdumbbitch @bonky-n-steeb @vanillanaps @spicynudlesoup​ @bibbidibobbidibucky​ @blanket-burrito-bucky​ @syntheticavenger​
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emerald-chaos · 2 years
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Tardy
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Hi friends! So, my poor wips are sobbing in their graveyard (jk I swear I’m working on them—or at least trying) but that didn’t stop me from writing this piece. I was inspired by some…audio, and I just couldn’t help myself. I am a sucker for college!bucky and when inspiration strikes, I try to take it. I hope you guys enjoy xo.
All mistakes are my own, this was not beta’d. Massive shout out to my forever college!bucky muse @bitchassbucky 🤍
Pairing: college!bucky x college!reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex (don’t be like them—safe sex is best!), slight breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, pet names, fluffy morning sex, goofy established relationship talk, and SMUT 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI)
By clicking on read more you agree that you have read the above warnings and are at least 18 years of age or older.
“Bucky!” You squealed, laughing as you felt your body being pulled backwards into the bed–metal hand wrapped in the hem of your sleep shirt.
The softness of the bed welcomed you back as Bucky hovered over you with a grin plastered on his face. You had long forgotten how many times you had been pulled back into bed since your initial alarm went off. As you gazed upon the man before you, a warmth began to work its way up your body–beginning at your toes and ending just before your shoulders. Bucky’s hair was equivalent only to a bird's nest–strands going in every which direction, molded by his pillow during sleep. Not to mention the puffiness to his eyes, indicating that the two of you stayed up entirely too late last night to be trying to get up for your first class of the day on time.
Small lines decorated each side of his nose as he looked down upon you, his own cerulean eyes taking in every square inch of your face. The familiar warm feeling flushing your body caused a nervous giggle to slip from your chest and your toes to curl slightly. Each time Bucky looked at you, it gave the reminiscent feeling of how you felt the night the two of you had met. In fact, he still looked at you like he did that night–like every time was the first time he fell in love with you all over again.
Bucky was a lot of things but there was nothing he was more than hopelessly and desperately in love with you.
“I need to go to class, Buck.” Your fingers toyed with the shirt that hung from his body, attempting to make your voice sound stern and serious.
“Mmm, no. I don’t think you do.” Bucky retorted softly, leaning down and pressing his lips against your jaw.
Your fingers slowly curled around the material of his shirt–a breath catching in your throat as his lips moved deliberately across the curve of your jaw. Bucky’s lips moved at a painstakingly slow pace, but each move was calculated–he knew the exact place in which to put his lips to make you forget all about anything that wasn’t him.
Effortlessly, Bucky moved from his position beside you to be directly over your frame. Both of his hands found home on either side of your head as his lips continued to work their way down to your neck. Your brain was still yelling at you to get up and not ditch class again–but all you could muster up was a pathetic, barely there tug on Bucky’s shirt. The action did practically nothing except earn a small chuckle from your boyfriend.
“C’mon, baby…” Bucky trailed off as his lips worked against your pulse point, sucking gently before pulling off with a small pop.
“Just a little makin’ out…we can still make it to class on time.”
Now it was your turn to laugh.
“It’s never ‘just making out’ with you, Barnes.” You grumbled, feeling your body melt into the bed.
Bucky simply grinned in response as he continued to move his lips along the expanse of your neck–alternating between kisses and sucks.
A groan passed through your lips and all thoughts of class drifted from your head as you felt Bucky’s hips rest against your own. It wasn’t difficult to notice the growing erection through the thin material of his basketball shorts, especially with the way his hips rolled slowly against yours. As you tried to get your mind to focus on Bucky’s current movements, you felt his hand drift down toward your thigh–his fingertips featherlight as they dragged upwards from your knee.
Shortly after your eyes fluttered closed, the warmth of Bucky’s lips had been removed from your neck. Your mouth shaped into a pout as you opened your eyes to see Bucky’s grinning face above yours once more. Before you had a chance to complain, however, his lips were pressed against your own. The familiar taste of mint toothpaste invaded your senses as his tongue earned entry into your mouth. You reached up to tangle one of your hands into his brown locks as you tried to hold him as close to you as possible.
Kissing Bucky was like something else entirely. There was something about the way his lips moved with yours that made your head feel light and airy. Each kiss from him was somehow different than the last–a mixture of hard and soft, slow and rushed, frantic and calculated. If there were no restrictions or regulations on how you had to spend your time, you would spend every last second of it with your lips pressed against his.
Bucky pulled away from the kiss, chuckling softly as your face continued to chase after his. Huffing, you opened your eyes to pout at him once more. Buck ignored your pout as he reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes couldn’t help but train on his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips.
“Wanna taste you…” Bucky’s words were several octaves lower than they had been previously, the bass tones from his voice sending electric shocks through your body, “Can I do that, baby?”
The last few words faded almost to a whisper–a subtle decrescendo that lit every nerve-ending in your body ablaze with desire. Unable to properly form a response, you simply nodded your head with great fervor.
Bucky made quick work of moving himself down between your legs and peeling your panties off–tossing them behind himself with no concern about where they ended up. Bucky’s large hands pushed your t-shirt up your abdomen, just above your belly button as he leaned his head against the inner part of your knee with a sigh.
“There she is.” He whispered softly.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the man between your legs.
“What did we say about you talking to my vagina, Buck?” You chastised, doing your best to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest.
It was obvious that he had tuned you out–completely oblivious to the fact that you were even talking at all, let alone at him.
Gently, Bucky’s fore and middle finger dragged down your slit. You bit your lip at the sensation, watching intently how his lips parted as he looked at your glistening core and the way his fingers glided across the soft skin.
The look in his eyes, however, quickly turned from admiration to hunger and lust. Licking his lips, Bucky leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your mound before dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You felt yourself inhale sharply as your fists clenched around the bed sheets. You had absolutely no earthly idea how you could still be so sensitive from the night before–a solid 8-10 hours having passed since the last time you had found yourself in this position.
Bucky’s tongue moved slowly up and down your folds at first–his head moving in a linear motion up to the top of your clit and down to the edge of your hole. Each pass of his tongue made your breathing quicken, your fingers dig tighter into the sheets they were wrapped around. The long, languid motions of his tongue turned into broad, short strokes–eventually transitioning into small, rapid flicking motions over your clit. A broken moan tumbled from you as you felt your hips begin to jerk against his mouth, desperate for more friction. Just as you felt your hips lower back to the bed, you felt Bucky’s large hands splayed across your hip bones–tethering your body down.
Just as he kissed, Bucky always made sure to use several different techniques when it came to eating your pussy. There was never a distinct pattern–sometimes alternating between long strokes and shaking his head back and forth to spelling out a love letter to you with his tongue on your clit. This morning there was simply too much going on for you to even begin to focus on exactly what it was he was doing–all you knew is that it felt fucking amazing.
“Jesus–fuck–Bucky, right there! Oh my god, please do that again.” You whined loudly as he took your clit into his mouth and hummed around it.
Bucky obediently followed your command, dragging one of his hands away from your hips to gently press the tip of his finger against your hole. As he repeated his action once more, he pressed his finger inside of you at the same time–turning his wrist so that he could curl his finger upwards inside of you. A string of, “yes”s poured from your mouth as you began to rock your hips against his mouth once more. The pressure building in the bottom of your abdomen was reaching its peak.
“C’mon, baby. I want you to cum all over my face–can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Bucky smirked as you desperately nodded for him, “Mmm, that’s right. Of course you can.”
Bucky’s mouth attached itself to you and he wasted no time in adding an additional finger into your dripping pussy. The sounds coming from Bucky’s mouth were absolutely obscene–mixed with the sound coming from the quick thrusting of his fingers was enough to almost make him cum on the spot. Bucky’s hips ground into the bed as he mumbled into your cunt.
“Atta girl, you can do it, give it to me.”
The combination of his mouth, fingers, and encouragement quickly caused the band within your abdomen to snap. Bucky hungrily lapped up your release, still moving his fingers just enough to help you ride out your high. Your hips stuttered slightly as you grabbed his wrist, holding it in place to cut down on some of the stimulation to your sensitive cunt. Your head fell back against the pillows as you panted, tossing an arm over your eyes for a moment in an attempt to rest and catch your breath. A soft pair of lips could be felt on the inner part of your thighs and the removal of his fingers from your channel caused you to whine.
“You did such a good job, baby. Taste so fuckin’ good.”
The pair of lips found home on your hip bones, moving slowly toward the middle part of your abdomen as you sighed–breathing finally coming back to a normal tempo. Dropping your hand back to your side, you looked down at your boyfriend as he kissed along your soft belly. His hair dangled slightly in front of his face, but it was still possible to make out the soft movements of his lips against your skin. As though he could feel your eyes on him, Bucky looked up at you from under his lashes–a giant grin spreading across his face as his gaze landed upon yours. Pulling up from your skin, the grin stayed in place as he tilted his head to the side.
“You wanna fuck now?” The words left his lips as though they were the simplest thing in the world to say. Almost as if the connotation meant something completely different to him than it did to anyone else.
And for some reason–that was so, so hot.
Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded once more at him. Defying the impossible, the grin on his face somehow grew even bigger. Bucky quickly rid himself of his clothes–his cock bobbing against the edge of his abdomen slightly as it was freed. It appeared as though you could see it throb with anticipation as he spit into his hand and pumped himself a few times.
Bucky helped you move your legs open and back for him, lining his cock to your entrance before coming down onto his hands again on either side of your face. Although you had been in this position with him before, there was something so vulnerable about the moments before the two of you had sex. It seemed as though every time Bucky had to take in your face, your body–every inch of you before he could start. This time was no different.
As his eyes gazed upon your body and settled finally on your own, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Can I cum inside you this time?” His voice was barely audible.
His question sent a shiver down your spine and if you weren’t biting your lip–you probably would’ve moaned.
It wasn’t a smart idea. You knew it wasn’t a smart idea. Sure, you were on an effective form of birth control–but you knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Bucky would never pressure you into doing something you didn’t want to and you knew that he would gladly reach inside the bedside table and put on a condom if you told him you weren’t comfortable with it. But that little voice in the back of your head just kept saying…
“Yes.” You whispered back, looking deep into his eyes as you reached up and held his face in your hands, “Please. I want you to cum inside me.”
The two of you were silent for a moment–your tandem heavy breathing the only sound filling the room before Bucky leaned down and kissed you harshly. You gladly returned the intensity and felt the excitement begin to bubble up within you.
The two of you had been close, intimate–but never quite like this.
Bucky pulled back slowly before looking down, pushing the tip of his cock into your entrance before looking up to make eye contact with you as he pushed the rest of the way inside. Lips parted, eyebrows furrowed together, and a soft sound of pleasure on your lips.
Bucky thought you looked like a goddamn Monet.
You exhaled a shaky breath as you tried to relax and allow your body to adjust to the stretch and burn that came along with Bucky burying himself inside of you. Tremoring hands wrapped themselves around his neck as you pulled him down to kiss him again—delicate and slow, soft lips against chapped.
Bucky groaned as he heard you whisper a soft, “more.” Gently, he began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion against yours. The feeling of your warmth enveloping him was enough to make Bucky bust on the spot. The two of you remained forehead to forehead as Bucky began to find his pace.
One of the things you loved the most about Bucky was how vocal he was whenever the two of you were intimate with one another. Bucky wasn’t afraid to moan, to speak. As his hips began to find a rhythm the two of you recited breathy moans into one each others mouths.
“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned, voice never reaching above a whisper, “you feel so fucking good.”
Your hands tangled themselves into his hair as your back arched off the bed. Due to the lack of barrier between the two of you—you molded to every ridge, vein, and thrust. One particular movement of his hips had you gasping loudly and tugging particularly hard on his hair.
A breathless chuckle echoed above you.
“Did I find your spot, baby?” Bucky adjusted himself so that his hands were wrapped around your hips and his cock hit the target with every single thrust.
“Oh my god, Bucky, please don’t stop!” You squealed as your eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
Bucky faltered slightly as he saw the way your face contorted in pleasure. A small curse fell from his lips as he began speeding up his thrusts, desperate to make you feel your absolute best.
“I know you’re—fuck—know you’re close, baby. Play with your clit for me, want you to make a mess on my cock.” Bucky grunted as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to gain some leverage.
You opened your eyes to look at him, jaw hung slack as the warmth began to build in your body. Maintaining eye contact you slipped a hand between your legs and began to rub your clit in tight circles.
“Fuck.” The sound was high pitched, breathy—almost whiney as it came from Bucky’s mouth.
The combined sensation of your fingers on your clit and the tip of Bucky’s cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust has you tumbling over the edge before you even had a chance to warn him.
The lower half of your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm as Bucky let out a string of curses as you squeezed the life out of his cock. His motions slowed just a touch as you rode out your high. As your vision came back to you, you looked up at your boyfriend—face pink tinged and sweaty as he worked above you, hair still wild from sleep.
Bucky had made you feel incredible from the moment you woke up. Even though you knew he was feeling just fine right now, you also knew how much he loved when you were on top. Licking your lips and attempting to bring moisture back to your throat, you spoke.
“Baby, baby—let me be on top. Please? I wanna ride you, please.”
Bucky muttered something you couldn’t quite hear before pulling out and readjusting the two of you on the end so you were straddling his waist. Strong, calloused hands grabbed your face with an intensity that made your cheeks squish together.
“I fucking love you, God, I fucking love you so much.” Bucky’s lips came crashing onto yours as you laughed breathlessly into the kiss.
As you pulled away you gave him a small smile before looking down and grabbing his cock—leading him into your entrance and sliding back onto him. Both of you moaned, this time Bucky was the one to lean his head back with his eyes shut tight. You began to move your hips in small circles as you adjusted once more to him.
“Slow, slow, slow—fuck.” Bucky pleaded. The desperation in his voice went straight to your dripping cunt.
His strong hands once more found home on your hips as he helped you move against him.
One hand placed against his chest as the other groped and kneaded your breast, rolling your nipples with your fingers as you moaned.
“So goddamn perfect, baby. God you’re fucking incredible.” Bucky panted as his eyes traveled along your body. Jaw falling open as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside of you with each movement of your hips.
“You wanna make me cum, hmm? You gonna make me cum in that pretty little cunt?”
You nodded your head desperately as you began to move your hips even faster.
“Please, I want you to fill me up so bad, Buck. Wanna feel you for weeks.”
“Go ahead, go on baby, use your cock. Make me cum.” Bucky grunted, digging his fingers again into your hips.
Placing both hands on his shoulders you began to alternate between circling your hips and bouncing up and down on him. Bucky’s moans quickly changed to whimpers and became more and more breathy as you moved up and down on him.
“That’s it, oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—“ Bucky moaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall with a thud as he painted your walls with his spend.
Even as he was cursing and panting through his peak, Bucky slipped two fingers between your body’s and circled your clit for you. A few rolls of your hips was all it took before you were following behind him.
As you came down from your high, your body slumped against Bucky. Bare chest to bare chest, the two of you lay panting and sweaty as you tried to regain strength and slow your breathing.
“You…are fucking amazing.” Bucky finally spoke after a few moments.
You were unable to hold back your laughter at your boyfriend’s nonchalant attitude. As you sat up and looked at him, Bucky joined you in your laughter.
“And you’re…something else.” You giggled as Bucky gave you a grin and squeezed your hips.
The two of you stayed connected for a few moments before Bucky gently pulled himself out of you. After getting up and grabbing a towel to clean you up with, Bucky spread your legs gently—earning a groan accompanied by dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Watching my cum drip out of you is…” Bucky trailed off, mesmerized at your mixed release.
You whined and hid your face, embarrassed at the way your boyfriend was gazing upon you. After a moment, Bucky gently cleaned you up before disposing of the towel and crawling back into bed with you.
The two of you embraced—your head nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. You let out a blissful sigh as you felt your body form to his once more.
“Told you it’s never just making out with you.” You teased, grinning as you felt his body move as he chuckled.
Bucky’s lips pressed against your forehead and the two of you laid in silence for a few moments.
“You know, trying new things seems to work out pretty good for us…” Bucky spoke in a cheeky tone, causing you to laugh.
You nuzzled your head further into him as you hummed.
“Mmm, yeah. You’re right. Have something in mind?”
Bucky was quiet for a moment as he dragged his fingers up and down your spine.
“What do you think about a threesome?”
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natashxromanovf · 2 years
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Just a Headache
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Sam Wilson x platonic!gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 785
WARNINGS: mentions of dying, no reader pronouns used
REQUESTED: /, fluff
SUMMARY: You somehow end up on a road trip with Sam and honestly, you’re not complaining.
A/N: hello! sam was highly voted on my form so i decided to finally write something for him. i had no idea what to write until a @creativepromptsforwriting's post appeared on my dash. jana, you’re amazing, you once again gave me inspiration to write. anyway, i hope you, whoever is reading this, enjoys it! gif credits to @bitchassbucky
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You have no idea how you ended up here but you’re so glad you did. You knew there was a mission and even though it was a successful one, you had been slightly injured. So, your team, worried about its members like it always is, sent you to a hospital. The trick was that the nearer hospital is three hours away if you travel via car and since the other half of the team that was sent on another mission had taken the jet, you were stuck on the road with a person that was picked to suffer with you. To your luck, that person was none other than Sam Wilson. You knew the trip won’t be so boring now, he’s a funny guy - at least now you won’t suffer as much as you predicted you would.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, momentarily turning to you but not for long since he has to keep his eyes on the road.
“Sam, I’m fine,” you tell him for the millionth time, once again answering the question he kept repeating. You weren’t angry though, just slightly annoyed; you knew his intentions were good, he just tends to be a bit overprotective at times.
“Okay, just making sure,” he mutters, stealing another glance. Your face is slightly scrunched, due to the light headache. You knew all you needed was a good, long nap and it would go away, but Steve insisted you get checked out at a hospital - the other members didn’t disagree with him either. He thought you might have a concussion. He was overreacting as always, but you couldn’t deny the little smile that tried to creep up to the surface when you realised just how much the team actually cared for one another.
Turning on the radio, you readjusted the ice pack you were holding to the part of the head that took the blow, slightly moving it, so another cold part was pressed to your aching skull.
“You’re very lucky, you do realise that right?” Sam started again, a groan slipping past your lips. You went over this a thousand times already.
“I know, I know. But Sam, it happened, it’s in the past now. Can we please not dwell on it?” you plead, a sigh escaping his mouth.
“I’m just glad you’re alive,” he finally murmurs after a couple of long seconds, a slight smirk appearing on your face.
“Aww, you know you'd miss me too much,” you tease, earning an eye roll from the man.
“Of course, I would,” he replies, a slightly mocking tone accomplishing his words. You almost melt at his words - even though he played it out as if he was kidding, you knew he was far from joking. He meant what he said.
“Well, I’m glad I didn't die then,” you smile, softly looking at his side profile. He can feel your eyes staring at him, but he has to stay focused on the road. You’re nearing a high traffic area, and he wouldn’t want to crash into somebody; so he settles on taking your hand in his, a gesture he learned comforts you. You’re grateful for it, he somehow always manages to figure out exactly what you need. “Thank you,” you almost whisper, too afraid to break the comfortable silence.
“For what?” he softly questions, slight confusion evident on his face.
“For taking care of me, for driving three hours to the hospital, waiting for me there and then driving three hours back. Not a lot of people would do that for another person,” you state, a grin appearing on Sam’s face.
“You’re right. Not a lot of people would, so you can be damn happy I love you as much as I do,” he replies, earning a light, joking smack on the arm from you. It's not the first time he had said those words to you - you have heard it come out of his mouth more than a couple of times, yet it still spreads a warm feeling through your chest every single time.
“I love you too,” you mutter, adding a quiet “idiot” under your breath right after. You made sure to be loud enough for him to hear but not enough to seem like you wanted him to.
“I heard that!” he exclaims, a laugh escaping your throat, his own chuckles following soon after. "We're here," he then murmurs, pulling to the parking lot in front of the unfamiliar hospital.
You press a quick peck to his cheek when the two of you exit the car, thanking him for doing this once again. He simply looks at you, that look telling you more than words ever could.
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pepperonijem · 3 years
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When He Sees Me || Peter Parker
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Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: um peter might be a little ooc and that’s because i’m writing about my unfortunate crush but i basically just changed his name to peter parker any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental <3 
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it? Catching feelings for your best friend is never easy.
A/N: This fic is sponsored in part by @bitchassbucky, @spiderrpcrker, @shurisneakers, @midnightsunfae, and @blackberrybucky who instead of shutting down my feelings, hyped me up to turn my crush and some of the things that we’ve done into a fic <3 this goes out to anyone who has ever started crushing on their best friend.
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Oh God, please don’t walk this way, please don’t wa-
“Oh, hey Peter!” The crack in your voice betrayed your attempt at a casual greeting, despite your efforts to disguise it with a cough. “How’s it-- how’s it hanging?”
“You good?” Peter smiled at you but his eyebrow quirked upwards in concern. “I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for tonight?” His concern faded into a wide grin as you nodded in response. Peter gave you a quick goodbye before walking away towards his next class.
As soon as you saw him turn into the classroom, you turned to face your closed locker, letting out a groan before setting your forehead against it. Peter had asked if you were good, and although you nodded, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to give you away. You were very much not good.
A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned to see your friend MJ. “What did Peter do this time?” MJ asked. For the last month, every interaction with Peter -- there have been a lot -- ended this way: a groan of defeat and a few welted lines on your forehead from holding your head against your locker. You turned to give MJ a dirty look, annoyed by the amused smirk on her face.
“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed, finally lifting your head up to talk to her. You opened your locker as you talked, not wanting to make eye contact with MJ as you confessed your feelings. “He just… smiled… and everything went downhill from there.” You rolled your eyes as MJ laughed. “It’s getting worse, I have no idea how I’m going to get through tonight.”
MJ laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well we’ll all be there,” she offered. “And if it makes you feel better, no one’s even noticed. Just act normal and you’ll be fine.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that was the easiest thing to do. But you couldn’t act normal anymore, not with Peter. Not when normal means resting your head against his shoulder every time he makes you laugh. Not when normal means borrowing his clothes when his aunt May tells you to stay the night every time a study session runs too long. Not when normal means wearing the extra sweater he keeps for you because you always forget yours.
Normal was when you didn’t feel butterflies everytime he looked at you, before your curious heart got the better of you and you began to wonder what it might be like to hold his hand. Now, things were just weird. At least for you. Nothing on the surface had changed, no one noticed how your heart rate picked up every time Peter touched you, or how you suddenly felt hot whenever he winked at you. But inside your heart was navigating uncharted territory in your friendship, trying to traipse along the thin line that separated how things have always been and how you suddenly wish things could be.
Pulling your textbook out of your locker, you shut the locker door a just a little bit more aggressively than necessary. MJ gave you a small hug before linking her arm through yours as you walked to your next class.
For the rest of the day, you found it impossible to focus on anything. Instead of taking down notes on George Orwell in English, you found yourself absentmindedly doodling hearts. Everything just reminded you of Peter and your own confusing feelings. Thankfully, you didn’t share any classes with him today, leaving you enough solitude to think about just why you were so frustrated with yourself.
Logically, you knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush on someone. You’ve had plenty of crushes before, a few of which reflected a temporary lapse in judgement on your part. You remember telling Peter about each of them, gushing about the most basic acts of human decency as he rolled his eyes and told you that you deserve someone better, but nevertheless helping you pick up the pieces every time someone broke your heart. That, you realized, was what scared you the most.
If you were to date, and then break up… well who would be there with kind words and your favorite boba when everything fell apart? The thought of losing your best friend over emotions, feelings, left far too much to chance. Was the idea of holding his hand, of hearing him call you his enough to make you risk the friendship that has always been enough for you? It should be enough for you, you reminded yourself. There was too much on the line and not enough guarantee for you to risk it.
With that determination in mind, you steeled yourself for the rest of the day, determined to put your feelings to rest and go back to normal.
Unfortunately, that plan quickly fell through.
You got to the restaurant a half hour late with only a really good nap to blame. You felt bad that your friends were waiting for you, but when you got there, you found an empty spot next to Peter, where your usual order of ramen was waiting and against your will, the butterflies flew rampant. The noodle that hit Peter’s nose as he ate while waving you over made you laugh as you sat down beside him.
“I got you your usual,” Peter explained in between bites. You smiled and thanked him before digging in. Peter had done this for you many times, and you willed your body to fight against the flutter of your heart.
Thankfully, the rest of your dinner was going well, and everyone had plenty of stories to tell. MJ had begun doing more portraits of people in distress and revealed her latest piece -- a portrait of Peter slurping up a noodle only to get a rogue drop of soup in his eye. Ned and Betty were off again, but of course they tried to keep it civil (they were on again by the end of the night) so no one would have to pick sides. Flash teased Peter about the B that he made on his literature exam yesterday over poetry and Peter’s face turned beet red.
“Hey,” Peter began, attempting to defend himself. “I totally could’ve made a perfect score. I was just distracted.” He shrunk down in his seat a little bit, and the rest of you laughed teasingly.
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Flash continued. “You’ve been drawing little hearts all over your notes, dude, it’s unsettling.” He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his food, swirling his fork around the bowl trying to grab as much noodle as possible.
Across the table, you and MJ made eye contact, a look of surprise between the both of you. You tried to signal her to say something before a weird silence fell on the table, but she was not reading your cues. Thankfully, Peter spoke again.
“H-hearts?” He repeated. “Why would I be drawing hearts on my notes?” Although he tried to play it off, the rise in pitch gave him away. He scrunched his face in exaggeration.
“Actually,” Betty began. “Now that I think about it, you were doing that in Spanish class too.” You glanced over at Peter who looked at you with panic in his eyes. You took a long sip of water, suddenly feeling a layer of sweat form at the back of your neck. “Wonder what that’s about.” She shrugged and turned to Ned asking if he wanted to split a slice of cheesecake with her.
Before Peter had a chance to try to defend himself once again, the waitress appeared. “Are you all ready for the check?” she asked.
“Yeah, but we’re splitting the check,” Flash replied. Betty rolled her eyes in response. “What? Just because I’m rich does not mean I have to share the wealth.”
The waitress nodded in response. As she was leaving Peter called her back. “Oh wait,” he called. “I’ll also be paying for this order,” he gestured to your bowl. She smiled at him and headed for the counter.
“Peter,” you smiled. “I have money, I can pay for myself.” Although Peter usually had to order for you, he didn’t usually pay for you, unless it was a special occasion.
“I know, I just wanted to be nice,” he responded, giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “Plus, you seem like you’ve had a rough week. Every time I see you, you seem to be lost in thought. What’s been on your mind?” The sentence came out casually, but the furrow in his brows revealed how concerned he actually has been. Peter was nothing if not observant, like he could sense things better than most people.
You let out a sigh, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to lie to Peter, but you also didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were thinking about him-- well, your feelings for him. Just when it seemed like he had backed you into a corner, however, the waitress had returned with the checks, and the question left unanswered.
After dinner, the six of you went to Flash’s house to watch a movie. He had a home theater and early access to new movies and he loved to remind everyone of that. Not that any of you minded, especially if it got you free popcorn and a movie out of it. Every week, a different person got to select the movie and today, unfortunately, was MJ’s turn.
You loved her, of course, but you absolutely detested her taste in movies. Mostly because she was a horror junkie, and you were absolutely not. Her last few turns however had been spent making sure you all had seen all of the Shrek movies. But today, she picked a horror film. Something about demons and the like. Peter and Betty cheered at her selection as Flash groaned. You settled into the couch in the back of the room and grabbed a blanket. Ned and Betty sat together on a smaller loveseat, and MJ sat on the floor in front of Flash’s seat, the perfect spot to be able to scare him with a single touch on his leg.
Peter sat down beside you, handing you a tub of popcorn and a soda. He pulled the blanket over his own lap as he sat criss-cross on the couch. You tried not to pay attention to how his leg was brushing against yours under the blanket, instead focusing on the screen as the room went dark.
The movie had just started, but you could already feel yourself tense up in expectation.The music was coming to a crescendo and you knew something was already going to happen. You didn’t realize just how tightly your fists had balled together in your lap till you jumped at the sound of Peter’s soft voice at the shell of your ear. “Are you okay?” He asked.
He tried to hold in a chuckle as you almost bounced the tub of popcorn off your lap. He grabbed it from you and set it to the side. “Look,” he pointed to the screen where the creature’s head had just rotated a full circle as it crawled up the wall in pursuit of the main character. “That thing kinda looks like the spider from that kid’s tv show, but not as creepy.” You let out a laugh, a little louder than you meant, and Ned turned to tell you to shut up.
The small joke was enough to dissipate the anxiety you felt towards the movie, but unfortunately only heightened your feelings about Peter. But he noticed how your fists unclenched and how your shoulders relaxed once you laughed, so he continued to tell you whispered jokes for the rest of the movie. Each time he noticed your body tensing, he tried his best to make you laugh, and god, how could you stop yourself from those butterflies anymore?
At the height of the movie, you found yourself with your hands over your ears, and eyes squeezed shut, unable to even look at the screen or hear a joke. When Peter realized a joke wouldn’t be enough, he slid closer to you and pulled you into his side and you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Before you had a chance to think about the spicy notes of his cologne or the softness of his skin, the sound of a high pitched scream in the movie caused you to jump with a gasp. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around you tight, with a gentle shush.
It was only after the music began to die down that you opened your eyes again, only to find Peter’s eyes fixed on the screen. Now that the worst was over, you no longer had an excuse to be in his embrace the way you were. You began to wiggle your way out of his arms, attracting his attention.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Peter I’m a big kid,” you smiled, teasing. “You don’t have to hold me like a baby.” Peter let out a soft laugh before relaxing his hold on you just a bit.
“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll just hold you like this then.” He began to shift so that your head was on his shoulder, and one of his arms looped under yours, intertwining your fingers. The smile on his face was calm as if this was something the two of you did all the time, but his racing heartbeat reminded you this was something new.
The two of you remained that way for the rest of the movie. By the time the soft music began to play in the credits, you could hear light snoring from everyone else in the room. However, you and Peter made absolutely no efforts to untangle yourselves from each other. It was as if you were worried that once the lights came back on, you would never find yourself like this again, and what a sad idea that was. Normal, would never be enough for you again, not when you know now how much better life could be like this.
You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the jump scares, or the sureness of his hand in yours, like it’s always belonged there, that gave you the courage to finally break the silence.
“Peter,” you breathed out, lifting your head from his shoulder, but not letting go of his hand.
He turned to you, with a look of concern, afraid of what you might say.
“Kiss me.” The words came out so softly and so quickly that you weren’t sure if you said it at all.
“Finally,” he whispered as his lips fell against yours, softly and slowly. He pulled away after what felt like hours and yet not nearly enough time. His hands reached up to cup your face. “I like you,” he admitted. “So much.”
Suddenly, you felt it. You felt exactly what it must feel like to fly, to let yourself go without worrying about gravity or anything else. The risks were still there, the numbers hadn’t changed, but you knew that no matter what happened next, just having the chance to fly would always be enough.
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vibraniumcollar · 3 years
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It’s here! Two thousand of you somehow find my blog entertaining enough to follow and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you! In honor of it, I’m going to offer a spooky writing challenge! Now, the rules are fairly simple. You can choose a prompt, song, or both! Posted below will be options. It doesn’t have to be spooky either, that’s just an option since it’s the season and spooky writing challenges aren’t done often enough. And as a certified spooky bitch, I’m all for it. I do ask that you send me an ask telling me what song and/or prompt you’ve chosen along with the AU! This challenge is for 18+. No minors allowed!
Almost anything goes! Smut, angst, fluff, it’s all good! But there are a few limits.
No incest, water sports, scat, minors, bestiality.
Tag your fics accordingly as well as tag me so I can read and reblog them! I will be making a post that contains them all once I start getting them in!
Make sure you add a READ MORE after 100-200 words.
Deadline is January 1st, 2022.
Any reader insert is welcome as long as it doesn’t involve minors. LGBTQ+, POC, poly, we enjoy spreading love here!
Any sort of trope is allowed, I want to see how creative you all are!
Characters involved:
Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier or TFAWTS)
Vampire!Bucky
Demon!Bucky
Sugar Daddy!Bucky
Boxer!Bucky
Mafia!Bucky
Biker!Bucky
If there is an AU you want to try out and include, just let me know! The spookier for the challenge, the better!
Prompts can be chosen from THIS POST, put together by the lovely @pitaparka
Song choices:
Werewolves Of London -Warren Zevon
Monster Mash -Bobby “Boris” Pickett & The Crypt Keepers
Howlin’ For You -The Black Keys
Hellhounds On My Trail -Robert Johnson
Dream A Little Dream Of Me -Ella Fitzgerald
Moments Silence -Hozier
Alone -I, Prevail
IDK You Yet -Alexander 23
Coffee -Grace
Remember Every Scar -Escape The Fats
I See Red -Everbody Loves An Outlaw
Girlfriend -Badflower
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper -Blue Öyster Cult
Tear You Apart -She Wants Revenge
Poison -Alice Cooper
Bad Things -Jace Everett
Witch Doctor -David Seville
Witchcraft -Frank Sinatra
Dracula -Rob Zombie
I Put A Spell On You -Nina Simone
Thrilled -Michael Jackson
Apocalyptic -Halestorm
Birthday -JP Cooper
Flowers & Sex -Emeline
Count Me In -THEY
Say You Won’t Let Go -James Arthur
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here -Ed Sheeran
Heart Like Yours -Williamette Stone
Tagging some mutuals below the cut!
@vanillanaps @crownstealer @borikenlove @buckybarneschokeme @bitchassbucky @bemine-bucky @babyboibucky @suchababie @bibbidibobbidibucky @spicynudlesoup @buckys-blue-eyes @pellucid-constellations @metalbuckaroo
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bitchassbucky · 3 years
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📎Word Count: 9 words before 1k
📎Warning/s: MINORS DNI! soft!fwb!bucky x reader, lying about seeing someone, fingering, unprotected sex, no one finishes, unreciprocated feelings, miscommunication, one character mention (yelena), food mention, and the ending
📎A/N: i won't be taking any constructive criticisms <3 thanks
📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK
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Your cries of pleasure send sparks across Bucky’s torso. They ignite like bombs under his tanned, textured skin—marked with memories of the past.
His muscles ripple with yours, his hands clawing against your flesh, seeking comfort and purchase as you wither under him.
“I got you, baby, c’mon,” he coos, his voice laced with velvet and smoke. The remnants of wine stain his lips red and you kiss him silly.
Shadows form in the corners of your room yet you’re not scared; the warm light of the lamp providing enough light to catch glimpses of his godly face.
Bucky feels his heart shatter, shards of it leaving his stomach clenched and his breath shallow. He pulls away, kissing your neck instead—nipping the skin, hurting you in the best way possible to hide his.
You’re stubborn and he knows it.
Cranking your neck to catch his mouth again, tugging his locks to make him kiss you until your lips bruise.
“Please kiss me,” you half-beg, nosing his dimpled chin and jaw. You pepper kisses along the hard lines of his face, light touches that make his knees buckle.
Bucky mumbles under his breath, burying his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. He burns the memory into his mind—branding the fog-muddled vision.
His fingers go deep inside you, touching the spot that makes you keen and arch and melt under him. The sticky heat of you makes his eyes roll back into his head.
You mewl, “you make me feel so good,” and he stops.
His heart powderize inside his chest.
The dizzying picture show inside his brain highlights the moments he shared with you. The flutter of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the dips, and the divots.
Your hips rut in defense, the buildup fizzling out already, “Buck—don’t stop.” This was new to you, he always gave you what you wanted and some more.
The bed shifts and dips as he moves away from you—the heat of his skin leaving yours. Bucky sighs quietly, shifting his gaze away from you, taking his hand with him, “I’m seeing someone.”
“What?” You start to chuckle, the gravity of his statement floating above your head. Stilling the once thick air of your room.
“I’m seeing someone,” he repeats, lying to you and to himself, “I can’t—we can’t do this anymore.”
It finally clicks then, your brows etching in momentary confusion, “Yeah, we don’t have to keep doing this.” Your voice didn’t falter, each syllable coming out smoothly.
“Congrats, Bucky.”
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The morning after was stilted. It was nearly tradition that he stays over in the morning—over eggs and coffee.
“So…” you start, “how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?” Your curiosity gets the best of you and you ignore how Bucky looks at you from under his lashes.
With his throat gone dry, he tries to speak up, “it’s fairly new.” He pushes the eggs around his plate, ribbons of yellow and white coating his fork, ‘I’m sorry.”
“For what?” You say, not looking up from your plate and Bucky takes it personally.
“For bringing it up.”
“Oh.”
“You okay with that?”
“‘Course, why wouldn’t I be?”
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That last morning never really ended, for him at least.
Bucky left your apartment with his heart tuckered amongst your pillows and sheets, hoping that you’d see through his gritted teeth and lies.
As deep as his feelings are, it was wrong—he was in the wrong. You’ve made it clear that you want to remain friends no matter what happens. He fell for the words that came out of your mouth all those months ago.
He wanted it to work—it was as close as he gets to you but he can’t keep leaving in the morning hoping that he’d spend the afternoon with you.
The nights he spent without you were dark and lonely—sometimes literally.
You’d reach out to him, oftentimes met with words read and delivered instead of his usual replies.
I miss you, bud. Come hang out.
Bucky! Just wondering if you wanna come to a movie with me :) Bring your girl around.
Are we cool?
After the third unanswered text this week, you gave up. Sorely lacking validation from the person you’ve been missing the most these past few months.
Until—
I’m free tonight.
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“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it,” you were chipper as ever. Something that Bucky definitely missed when he was around.
Your place had evidence of people—half-empty dip bowls, unopened beer cans, unwashed plates, and pans adorned your countertop.
He looks around, uncertain of his role, “had a party?”
“No, just a small gathering—Yelena’s moving out of the state.”
The name doesn’t ring a bell for him, and then it clicked: you’ve made friends while he was gone.
As inquisitive as ever, you cock your head to the side, that damned smile on your face, “where’s your girl?” The simple question remained hanging in the air.
“We,” he starts, picking up cups to dispose of, “broke up.”
Just as he predicted, you dropped whatever you were doing and came up to him—hugging him tightly, “I’m sorry.”
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You’re attracted to damaged things. To stuff that people have used around for years and just decided that they don’t need it anymore.
That’s why you frequent thrift shops and flea markets. And that’s why you’re under Bucky right now.
His body hugs you like you never left—like he never left.
Each stroke and stride building up the white-hot pressure in your lower belly. His lips searing hot on your neck, nipping and suckling marks on your skin.
“Bucky,” a pathetically breathless groan left your lips as he bottoms out, not even bothering to take off your underwear.
And he kisses you, once, twice, thrice, “I’m here.” He says with his whole chest. “I love you.”
Amongst the clouds of pleasure fogging your brain, the words strike your head in.
“What?”
Shit.
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