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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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Steve gets a job in a sex shop. He’s everyone’s favorite. He’s so approachable, looks harmless and like he shouldn’t know anything but he DOES! He takes feedback from customers he’s helped to heart and adds it to his Big Sexy Binder. Steve Harrington is in the business of orgasms and he takes it very seriously.
Eddie walks in one day after a recommendation from a friend ‘in the know’. Eddie might be an absolute virgin but he’s done a lot of self research into toys/kink/etc. He comes back again and again and again. it might because of the pretty boy with the hair, might be to hear him talk about ‘personal pleasure’, ‘self stimulation’, ‘powerful internal vibrations’ and ‘sensory deprivation for a whole new experience’.
Steve has even been known to slip in a comment about which toys are his favourite. Eddie blue screens for a good five minutes. He all but runs out of the shop, he goes to hide in the shelves to avoid being seen with his tented jeans. Steve and Eddie curse themselves for not making a move, both convinced the risk is calculated enough yet.
Steve has a separate section of his ‘Big Sexy Binder’ just for Eddie where he takes notes on what he might like. Eddie comes back one day visibly frustrated and explains he couldn’t get his newest toy to work. Flustered, flushed and frustrated Steve takes it from him and tells Eddie he’ll give him a demonstration, not think about how THAT sounds. Both of them turn scarlet out of needy desire and fear of rejection. Tension is a physical presence in the room.
Both of them don’t know what to do. Steve rallies because he has mad game (he tells himself he does anyway) but this is the first time implementing that at work. He hopes to god he’s read the room right but he doesn’t need to worry. As soon as he starts to lean in, Eddie follows. A brief chaste kiss is followed by Eddie leaning back just far enough to tell Steve ‘hope you don’t offer every blueballed customer a personal demonstration, think I’d be a little jealous Steve’. And leans back in, this time frantic and needy.
Eddie ends up on the counter, hands clenched in Steve’s hair, on hand hips, anywhere he can get, urging him on as Steve ruts against him. Eddie might now be experienced but he’s researched enough to have an idea of what he likes so he tells Steve exactly how he’s going to make him feel ‘so good, such a good girl for me Steve, going to let me taste you? Going to show me how good you can be?’ He doesn’t know where the words are coming from but he knows they both like it.
It’s moans and needy gasps when the door crashes open, caught by the wind and they spring apart. Clearly both of them look a little less than innocent but Steve remains a professional, offering help the newly entered customer while eddie clears off to the back room that Steve pointed out to him. Steve has to continue helping the person while he Knows Eddie is back there, hot and sweaty and ready. This might be the closest Steve gets to giving a customer bad advice just so he can get to that back room and het on his knees
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gothicakvtagawa · 2 years
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“Just when Shen Qingqiu thought Luo Binghe was about to burst into tears of joy, Luo Binghe suddenly burrowed into him, pressing his face into the gap between Shen Qingqiu’s lapels. The hand covering his mouth slowly fell away.
Then he started to drop tiny, quick kisses all over the corner of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth, not unlike a little chick pecking for grain.”
- the scum villain’s self-saving system, vol. 3, pg. 242
there’s a lot to be said about this scene—the rare emotional honesty from shen qingqiu, the admission that luo binghe knows him better than anyone, the aftermath of a very traumatic series of events that has left shen qingqiu raw and really, quite needy for this easy sort of affection. one complaint i often see with bingqiu basically translates to “luo binghe is just lustful/possessive and shen qingqiu feels guilty and neither of them are actually in love with the other”, which i think ignores small moments like this.
shen qingqiu is all about saving face. you can make your arguments about whether that’s a facet of his self-preservative methods after being transmigrated or if it’s just a natural personality quirk, but so much of his behavior and dialogue is geared to maintain the persona of the aloof immortal master shen. so this scene is important: he admits not only that binghe knows his heart well, but that he in fact missed him while separated. he allows himself to be kissed gently, massaged, cuddled. allows himself to speak honestly about how he feels, even if he’s still evasive and cagey, and teases binghe about his tone toward liu qingge. he only pushes binghe away because the topic switches to ‘proper’ things that can’t be discussed while basically spooning. he even admits that he isn’t uncomfortable being touched like this, marvelling at himself.
and this says a lot about binghe, too, the way his hands on shen qingqiu aren’t prodding or pulling but simply existing, cataloging—there’s no lust here, just affection. he kisses shen qingqiu’s eyelids, his mouth, gently and chastely, massages his waist and twirls his hair around his finger. admits that he missed him every second that they were apart. like he’s making sure that shen qingqiu’s as solid as he looks, that it’s not just the product of another dream. even the teasing doesn’t have any negative effect—it’s just more proof, to him, of shen qingqiu’s own affection.
they’re both so horrendously starved for any sort of innocent affection such as this. no wonder they’re so fucked up.
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godsfavoritescientist · 2 months
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So there's this webserial called 'worm' about a world where superpowers started suddenly showing up in the 70's, and I'm trying so hard to think of a way to merge it with the stans-and-fidds 70s-and-80s plot events. The thing is, powers are caused by going through a traumatic event, and the powers are tied to both that event and to the person's various issues in ways that sometimes seems cruelly ironic. So you see my dilemma here, with there being so many options for events that could've given these guys powers
#godsrambles#fidds is easy: within worm's power classification system he'd be a tinker#which is where you get a superpowered understanding of how to create things that would otherwise be impossible#e.g. making killer robots far more advanced than current science is capable of#if working on the portal was what gave him powers though...... he could either get tinker powers specifically related to making portals#or if it was the greloblin then somethjng related to memory erasing#for stan. idk what would be the most upsetting. shapeshifting restricted to looking like other humans probably.#great for evading the law and for pretending to be ford for 30 years though#oh maybe ford would get precognition. ability to see hundreds of potential futures#maybe in combination with no longer needing to sleep. able to trap himself in literally endless rumination as he tries to figure out-#-how to stop bill#none of these are the Fun Flashy kind of powers though. stan would have fun with fire powers#oh wait. even worse for stan: powers that evoke leeches. able to temporarily steal or drain powers from others or something#or able to copy others' powers permanently in a weaker form than the original power. and he can have multiple weak powers at a time#in this world the mob would have powered folks in it of course so maybe a situation involving them could cause that power#OR. if his powers happened in the aftermath of the portal incident.#ability to teleport anything and anyone within his line of sight directly to him.#he'd be mad for 30 years straight about not getting that power before ford fell through the portal#that or the ability to summon common tools out of nowhere. such as a long rope#idk the powers are always very specific. pretty sure no one following me knows what worm is.#but you can at least appreciate the exercise of thinking up what powers would deal the most psychic damage to these guys
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meteoritesystem · 4 months
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pumpkin-cowboy · 2 years
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Do y’all think NotSasha tried to act like friends with Tim? (like how Sasha and him were friends in the Mag162 tapes) or did she just treat Tim like a coworker? Idk which one is more depressing
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raedadivorce · 3 months
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i wanna draw older chloe w more tattoos + piercings but deciding on What is so hard
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sorry for seeing one negative thing about a thing i like an then being annoyed about it for the rest of my life it's just like that sometimes
#and usually it's like. one thing.#and i see that one person doesn't like the thing i like and i am internally dying#like#if i could erase every memory of every post that was like ''actually here's how this kid show sucks and a few minor design elements make it#irredeemable despite the fact that quite a lot of it had good morals and decent storytelling''#like. usually they are not wrong about the flaws#but girl. just because the characters don't have that much variety doesn't actually mean that the show is like. the worst thing ever#it just means that the show has major/minor flaws and then you can choose to look past those. or you can not#but i mean. obviously there are egregious things like ''this is literally intended to be hateful towards a minority/plant such beliefs''#but when it's unintentional things/small details especially ones that are a product of its time#like maybe don't simplify it down to ''show horrible and irredeemable because they made a few jokes i didn't like''#(especially when like. the jokes are like. the kind of jokes in every single cartoon of that decade)#maybe just move on and don't do that i guess#idk i am vauging because i see things that are like ''sorry x is horrible and you can't like it. and also a few fans of this bothered me#so i'll just say something rude and overgeneralizing like 'oh man it's funny how every single fan of x media is like this and they all suck#'''#sorry for complaining but rrrgh#brain is filled with angry little worms that want to kill#vent maybe
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tainted-arahabaki · 1 year
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im in this weird limbo where i dont need a new hyperfixation but its been so long since i havent had one that idk what to do w myself but not in a bad way more like a slightly content sorta way but im itching to have something typa way but im fine w not scratching that itch too
#personal#basically ‘im growing as a person and idk how to handle that’#and idk ive just never felt content??? in a while??#ive always had a need to watch this or read this or this or that or whatever#i HAD to have something to think about some new favorite to have#but recently ive just been…fine without a constant fandom to be apart of#the old favs are still there twirling around in my brain like noodles but thats ok too#idk thats really it#using tumblr as my diary because ive grown to dislike journaling#im trying to learn that reading your old entries isnt ‘cringe’ or ‘embarrassing’ but just growth and change#which is good!#ik everyone hates tt but ive seen a lot of girlies promote journaling as just a normal thing to do for self care#which is so nice to see because ive always had such a deep fear of being ‘selfish’ and putting myself first which is a whole nother can of#worms. but the point is i need to get back into journaling#ya know i should journal in latin like henry#that would be the best way to remember my long lost lover 😔✊#im not at all fluent in latin to be able to write from memory but its the effort that counts#ugh i miss henry he was so beautiful in life and in death 🙁#i think about that last chapter w him in the dream museum almost everyday#is he happy? happier?#what did he see in that bacchanal? did dionysus himself tell him that you can only find happiness in death?#did he always want to die? or did the bacchanal start it all? the thought of it?#either way i miss him 😔#im sure like half the characters think differently but he was everything to me#why can i write so many tags#i feel like i realize this every other day but you can write a fuckton of tags#and 140 characters is a lot too. how much of the bee movie script can i put inside here#has someone done that before-well its tumblr yea im dure they have actually#anyways#this was fun!
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viulus · 1 year
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So I guess I'm officially fixating on P5/Goro Akechi again 💀
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corvidexoskeleton · 2 years
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Having a lot of fucked up dreams today
#text post tag#dream posting#dont quite recall the first one. but the 2nd one was like. bloodborne esque. i was with a bunch of other people#most of whom were either teens or little kids. ans we were in some underground area. and we came across some open area#with a large open door on one side. through which we found some giant boss worm poking out of the floor#that was. spewing quite a lot of blood. and we were attacking it but it was continuously regaining hp so we had to really go ham#it was incredibly dangerous and kinda horrifying but i woke up in the middle of it#the next one involved me being trapped in some building with a giant angry person trying to fight me like a fromsoft boss#i tried fighting them for a bit before finding a spot where i could climb up and avoid attacks. after which she stopped attacking to talk#and ask me to come back down and fight. so i said yeah sure and then hit a lever to engage the lift out and left her behind and woke up#the last one was. long and fucked up and idk if i can describe it accurately#but i was on some world. and going about my business. and eventually woke up in some huge dark facility that i was trying to get out of#and found some other people doing the same. but every time i reached a certain point i woke back up where i started and we had to#do it all over again. each time doing the same thing with slight differences. and eventually things changed and i managed to find#some of the people responsible in one of the rooms. and it had turned out that these individual. employees? were tasked with repeatedly#growing and manipulating and releasing clones or copies of myself and the other people in the place#so each time i had woken up and gone thru the place i was just another copy of myself and not the original? but i had my memories#of the previous times and didnt feel different. but the copies were becoming more and more deformed and broken. so were the people doing it#eventually myself and some others managed to get outside. and there was some long sequence where my pov#was waaay out in space observing from the outside as me and the others discovered we were on some huge ship in space#with the planet damgerously near a black hole that was causing the fucked up time shit to happen#and i had to manually move the pov down to find the planet. it was surprisingly cool to see but stressful at the time cause#it was right on the edge of the point of no return. and it turned out the planet was surrounded by this field of smaller bodies#and one of them was what i had been living on instead. so we just kinda. climbed around looking for it#i remember we found stuff that looked familiar that would lead to where we wanted to go but woke up before we got there
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pokemonfrommemory · 1 month
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Snout supreme
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kargaroc · 2 months
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I don't even know exactly how I feel about ascension in rain world, but it drives me up the wall when people equate it to suicide
#and I cant even argue because its up to interpretation. that being a plausible one#but the game does push you towards the idea of death being bad#I currently am holding the vague idea of the void fluid disintegrating you#but the void worms make that moment pleasant. if you have proper karma#youre removed from the cycle.... but there is a bigger overarching cycle that nothing can be removed from#its just that it's not remembered#the cycle that is escapable is the thing creatures become aware of. having memories of branching timelines#ascension removes the memories but they are still ultimately the same being once the Large cycle comes back around to them#probably very confusingly explained. thats why its tags lol#rw#rain world spoilers#and like. from the pov of those wanting to ascend. I think it's not 'I want to die' it's 'I want to be free from suffering'#for the ancients I think it's a bit more in a selfish way for most of them. like as if they're so enlightened that they earn this bliss#most ascension endings are very happy for the slugcats. so are their alternate endings. one is not 'the bad ending' in most cases#it also is weighted by how YOU feel about being removed from reincarnation. I personally would want to stay in the cycle. so I like the#alt endings more#but putting myself in the pov of the scuggies. I can see why they might pick either path#also idk if this is in the lore but... wouldnt suicide be a 'sin'? idk what they call them.. burdens?#it can be interpreted as not earning your 'freedom' and indulging in violence and possibly greed#of course theres two sides for the spirituality of rain world... that being how the ancients viewed it. versus how it actually is#and we do not know much about how it actually is. so.
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somuch-4-stardust · 1 year
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i love polar bears
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baldmultiverse · 1 year
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Im beginning to think those animorphs books had too much influence on me
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nickfowlerrr · 9 months
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whatever he wants
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pairing: darkish!bucky barnes x (gray?)curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. tiny hint of voyeurism. uhhh this isn’t really dark but it’s not not dark either… so idk. if there’s something i’m missing pls lmk.
words: 3.4k
notes: smutty little part two to IOU. hope you guys like it. thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. please leave your thoughts, let me know what you think. 🖤
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You can’t get up.
You’ve tried three times now, and nothing. The heavy metal arm slung around your waist just. won’t. budge.
You’re about to elbow him in the ribs, the heat of his body and the hot summer air is suffocating and you need to get up - you need to breathe.
One more try and if he doesn’t move, you’re gonna make him.
You roll onto your front and his arm drops onto your back, still keeping you from leaving the bed.
You writhe and huff in annoyance, turning your face to look at him.
He’s still sleeping. Still deceptively beautiful.
You stop your wiggling for a moment as you take him in. His pouty lips, his unfairly long lashes that brush just against his cheekbones, the stubble that’s lining his perfectly sculpted jaw, and his unruly bedhead.. He looks peaceful like this. Nice. So nice, you’d never believe he could be such an absolute dick so much of the time.
You stare a bit longer, wanting to commit the moment, how beautiful and content he looks right now, to memory.
You take a deep breath and try to roll back over, but the weight of his arm makes it no easy feat.
“Bucky,” you whisper yell, not wanting your voice to carry through the rest of the cabin.
You’re sure you’re the only one awake right now; well aside from Steve.
His leaving for his morning run was what had woken you up to begin with. You’ve been laying here for fifteen minutes and you needed to get up now, but Bucky still didn’t move.
You roll your eyes and exhale heavily.
If you punch him, he’ll wake up, but he’ll be pissed. And you don’t think you wanna start your morning off dealing with his attitude.
You swear Bucky Barnes might just be the most dramatic man you’ve ever met.
If one thought he was grumpy normally, they’d be entirely unprepared for him when he was woken up by anything or anyone other than himself or his alarm.
With the one exception of you, of course. More accurately: you working his cock.
Whether it was your hand, your mouth, your cunt, what have you - it was a surefire way to make sure he woke up on the right side of the bed.
But you really aren’t in the mood right now.
Instead, you begin to wiggle under his arm again, worming your way down the bed until finally, blessedly, you get free.
You exhale with a breathy laugh as you sit up on your haunches before looking over to Bucky again.
You can tell already that your absence from where he expects you to be beside him is disturbing him. His brows furrow and then his hand is searching for you among the mess of sheets.
You watch curiously as he pats around the bed before he finally blinks open his eyes and meets your gaze.
He scowls when he recognizes you sitting up across from him.
“Don’t start,” you say as you get off the bed, “in fact, don’t say a word. Just go back to sleep, princess.”
He growls, not nearly as loud as you know he’d like, with sleep still clinging to him.
“What the fuck did I say about you calling me princess,” he gruffs.
“Said not to, if I’m not mistaken. But I like doing it, so I’m not gonna stop.”
“Til I make you,” he vaguely threatens, his voice getting darker and more clear as he wakes up fully.
“Like to see you try,” you taunt as you make your way into the bathroom.
Bucky doesn’t scare you so much anymore. Though you’ve had to learn when to stop pushing. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at reading him. Knowing when he’s entirely serious and at his limit is something you can spot nearly right away now. Since that first night all those months ago, the only times you ignore the warnings are when you’re wanting what he’d given you the first time he had you. Something more rough than normal from him. Something purely carnal. Bordering on truly depraved.. And god, he’s never failed to deliver.
You know you’ve become complicit in this whole arrangement, but you’re starting to care less and less. What can you say? A powerful, beefy, hot as hell super soldier wants you. Chose you. He’s possessively protective over you, and problematic as that can be, you find it ridiculously attractive. And the sex if fucking amazing.
Sure, he can be a dick, but he’s been less of a dick to you. And you quite enjoy the way he now directs his annoyance and anger at those he knows irk you, too.
It's not like you don't fight or argue anymore, but it's almost always resolved quite.. nicely. Who are you to complain about that?
And god, the perks being with Bucky has come with.
You never really fed into the whole “fuck your way to the top” thing, but hey, here you were.
Getting better missions, nicer gear, getting more involved with the big leagues. And though you wouldn’t say it aloud, Bucky always having your back - during missions, in meetings, coming to your defense when someone would question your input - it was nice. Sometimes it was like he was your own personal guard dog.
And you loved the way people would shrink in on themselves, making themselves sparse when you and Bucky were around. You'd never admit it, but you guys were definitely a power couple around the tower. And you were thriving.
The attention, the opportunities, the sex. If you hadn't been blackmailed into this whole thing, you wouldn't have a solitary complaint.
You’re spitting out toothpaste and putting your toothbrush away as Bucky barges into the bathroom. You look up from the sink and shoot him an annoyed glance at the unnecessary disturbance.
“Really?” you ask as he grabs his own toothbrush from its spot.
“What?” he says. You roll your eyes and brush past him to start getting dressed.
“Put on your swimsuit,” he orders as he pauses his brushing to speak.
“Why?” you’re already annoyed knowing the answer. You guys have been here on this little summer getaway for two days now, both of which you’ve successfully managed to avoid getting in the water.
It wasn’t that you were scared or couldn’t swim, no, it was nothing like that.
It was that goddamn bathing suit.
The only bathing suit you had, thanks to Bucky who went into your bags after you’d finished packing and took your other two options out.
You’d swear it was skimpier than some of your lingerie.
“We’re going swimming,” he smirks, eyeing you hungrily.
You turn with another roll of your eyes and head to the drawer that holds your swimming wear. You throw Bucky’s trunks on the bed without care and grab your suit without looking at it.
You lean in the doorway of the bathroom as Bucky washes his face off, scowling.
“Can’t we get breakfast first?”
“You can get breakfast while wearing it.”
“You get off on humiliating me, that’s it, isn’t it?”
He barks a laugh as he turns to face you, “You think this is me trying to humiliate you?”
You don’t respond as you keep your face stoic. He approaches and his large hands come around your neck, cradling the back of your head as he pulls your face closer to his. He crashes his lips to yours, the minty feel still lingering as he licks into your mouth, pushing you against the wall as he backs you up, his hands keeping your head from hitting it. You return his fervent kiss, your hands coming up to hold his forearms, despite your annoyance before he pulls away suddenly and leaves you wanting.
You lick your lips as you catch your breath and meet his eye.
“If I wanted to humiliate you, sweetheart, you’d know.”
When you’re both done getting ready for the day, you having taken your sweet time to get into the bathing suit, you slowly open the bathroom door you had shut and locked behind you nearly fifteen minutes ago.
You’re overly aware of your belly and the jiggle of your ass and thighs with each step you take.
You hate this swimsuit and you swear you’d burn it if you weren’t sure he’d take you skinny dipping should it mysteriously disappear.
The growl that emanates from Bucky when he sees you genuinely startles you and when his big hands grab you by the waist, you feel that familiar heat growing deep within you.
His hands move down to grab your ass, kneading the ample flesh he finds there as you push against him.
Your breasts are nearly spilling out of the too small cups and though the band of the thong-like bottoms can be pulled to sit high on your hips, it really does nothing to hide or cover your stomach the way you’d like. And the tropical blue color brings too much attention.
It’s not that you’re self conscious, though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit, it’s just way too revealing for you. You hate that everyone will get to see parts of you you don’t like showing. You feel like you’re giving away parts of your privacy.
But you know Bucky doesn’t care.
As long as he’s the only one who gets to touch you, he’d happily let the world feast their eyes on you like this, show them what they’ll never have.
“This is ridiculous,” you complain for the tenth time.
“You look fuckin’ sexy,” he purrs, letting his hands run back up your body.
“Ugh,” you groan as you push him again, swiping your towel off the bed and slipping on your slides as you pass him and leave the room.
You can feel his eyes on you as he follows behind, his gaze seemingly glued to your body.
You walk downstairs quietly, still unsurprised to find no one else up. Everyone else had stayed up well into the early hours of the morning last night, drinking and chatting, playing stupid games. You and Bucky had been taking part until around midnight when he decided he was done keeping his hands to himself. He took you back to your room upstairs where you both stayed the rest of the night while the party continued on downstairs. You were grateful the loud chatting seemed to drown out your and Bucky’s moans.
You threw your things in an empty bag Nat had left on the table and then followed Bucky into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.
You were hoping you could get out and into the lake before anyone could see you, so you hurriedly toasted some bread and sliced an avocado while Bucky made eggs. You threw everything together on a paper plate, leaving the used pan on the stove and had Bucky get water while you seasoned the food.
You had the plate in one hand and your bag in the other as Bucky carried the cooler with drinks out behind you.
It was only nine and yet the heat was already sweltering.
The perks of being at a lake house, though, is you don’t have to go far to get to the lake.
The setup from yesterday and the day before was still there as you set your stuff down in one of the big wooden loungers and then put the food down on the long table. The dock was just behind and to the right of you as you sat on the wooden bench attached to the table.
Bucky set the cooler down at the end of the table before taking a seat across from you on the opposite bench.
“You were quick to come out here.”
“Yeah, I’m praying no one sees me in this atrocity,” you say as you pick up your toast and take a bite.
He scoffs before grabbing his own piece.
You both eat fairly quickly, having been hungry from your late night activities, and soon you’re watching as Bucky strips off his tank top.
He grabs your towels and the sunscreen, handing the bottle to you and expecting you to follow him as he walks onto the dock.
You do so after taking another drink of your water and forcing yourself up.
He sits on the edge of the dock, his legs in the clear blue water as he waits for you, the towels thrown down haphazardly, ready for you to use them when you’re done swimming.
You move to sit behind him, opening the bottle and squeezing some sunscreen into your hands.
You rub it between your hands for a second before you start to apply it to Bucky’s back.
More and more until you’ve got him covered, massaging his tense muscles as you do. The groans that slip past his lips let you know he’s enjoying it.
You apply more to your hands as you run them over his shoulders and down his chest. You’re pressed right up against his back as you work. The lower your hands slip, the deeper his groans. You smile to yourself and slip one hand past the band of his trunks teasingly, running gently across the top of his pelvis before you pull away and start to work on his right arm.
“There, you’re all done,” you say as you let your hands run down his solid back once more.
You move back and Bucky brings his legs out of the water as he turns to you.
“You’re not.”
He pushes you to lay down on your towel as he moves to straddle you, the water still on his legs sending shivers across your skin.
He grabs the sunscreen and starts to deliver the same attention to you.
He’s obsessed with touching you. Your softness is his favorite thing, and as he applies the sunscreen to your exposed torso, he really takes his time feeling you, enjoying the goosebumps that raise, the tickles and shivers you try to hide. He runs his hands all over you. You’ve closed your eyes as the sun was shining in them and gasp when you feel Bucky’s hands on your breasts, squeezing them before you feel his lips on you, too. You can’t help the moan that leaves you under his attention.
“Turn over,” he says firmly and headily.
You don’t even think to not listen.
He gets more sunscreen as he covers your backsides, rubbing it in with perfect pressure. Another moan slips as he squeezes your neck with one hand, the other trailing down your spine.
And when he’s done, his fingers move to easily undo the string holding your top together, running his hands up and down your back before he leans further down and starts kissing your bare skin.
“Bucky,” you whine, stopping yourself from sitting up knowing your chest will be on complete display.
“Everyone’s sleeping, no one’s gonna see.”
You want to argue, but you can’t bring yourself to. Even if you did, he always gets his way in the end.
You feel him move the flimsy fabric covering you and you really are moving out of thoughtless desire as you bend your knees and hips up slightly before he starts prodding you with his fingers, your wetness evident as your cunt glistens.
You groan as he slips two thick digits into you, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them just right.
“Fuck,” you whimper under your breath.
You’re so lost in his touch you don’t expect it when his fingers move to part your folds open, your slick hole on display for him as he wastes no time and pushes into you with his aching cock.
You moan into the towel beneath you as he stretches your pussy.
The position is unexpectedly delightful as he hits you deeper and deeper with his every thrust.
You swear you could cry with how fucking good it feels.
“You like that baby?” he pants, “Like having this big dick inside your tight fucking pussy.”
A cry leaves you as you nod your head emphatically.
His speed picks up as his words get dirtier and you get closer and closer to the orgasm you can feel building.
You’re both sweating, Bucky more than you, as you fist the towel and groan loudly through grit teeth.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware anyone could come out at anytime and see, but you don’t have the will to care as Bucky keeps fucking into you, his hands tight on your hips as he uses you. Another hard thrust has you careening over the edge, moans and mewls leaving your lips as your toes curl and your walls squeeze his thick cock as you come.
Bucky doesn’t let up as he fucks you through it, hips pummeling against your ass over and over until he growls deep in his chest, his hips twitching as he let’s himself go inside you. His grunts and moans fill your ears until he eventually slows completely and pulls out, slapping your ass as he gets up.
You lay there, trying to catch your breath from a moment before you fix your bottoms and roll over, holding your top together.
“I fuckin’ hate you,” you breathe heavily.
He laughs to himself at your words as you slowly get up. He takes his time adjusting himself in his trunks before he turns on you, grabbing your face and tilting your head up in his direction. He leans down and brushes his stubbly cheek against your soft one as he speaks in your ear, “I know you fuckin’ wish you did.”
He keeps his hold on you as he turns his face and takes your lips hotly in his own. He walks you back. And back. And then grabs your loose top from your hands as you gasp, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. He moves his hand to grab your ass as he holds you against him, your full breasts pressing against his built chest.
He walks you back once more, smiling wickedly into the kiss. Then suddenly your stomach drops as your eyes shoot open when you feel your feet leave the dock. You're under water in a second and quickly swim back up to break the surface, a scowl etched across your face as you struggle to get your breathing back.
Before you can say anything, Bucky joins you in the water, jumping in and splashing you as he does.
You fight the urge to try and hold him down as you swim to the ladder and blindly search the deck for your top. It may be skimpy, but it’s better than nothing.
Bucky’s arms circle you as he pulls you back before his large palm crawls up your chest to cup your breast. Squeezing your flesh before he starts thumbing and tweaking your nipple.
You hate that your body reacts so fucking quickly to him as you feel yourself getting horny all over again. His lips are on your neck as your ass is against him. Your eyes close as a soft moan falls from you when he moves his attention to your other breast.
The creaking of the deck has your eyes shooting open as you attempt to cover your chest. You see Steve walking up, his chest gleaming with sweat as his running shirt is held in his hands.
You want to just let yourself sink under the water but Bucky’s hold on you doesn’t loosen for a second, in fact it only grows tighter, more possessive the closer Steve gets.
“Morning, lovebirds,” Steve greets with a smirk.
You know Bucky won’t let you go so instead of struggling and bringing attention to your nakedness, you grab his hand under the water and pull his arm across your chest as you hold him there.
Bucky wears a smirk of his own as he palms your tit and feels your body’s instant reaction.
“Hey,” Bucky replies, squeezing your breast again knowingly.
Your eyes widen when you see the twitch in Steve’s shorts, his prominent bulge growing as he stares down at you two.
You risk peering up at him and meet his eye instantly as you do. You swallow thickly as you look back down, trying to keep your composure. You know he can see everything, but as long as no one acknowledges that out loud, you can at least pretend that he can’t.
And then, of course, Bucky speaks again.
“So, you enjoy the show, pal?”
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Frenchie and Izzy getting together would be genius and tbh I can't unsee it now
Love that Izzy and Frenchie actually have a lot in common on a deeper level that wasn't really apparent to me until s2 when we see how they deal with trauma in equal but opposite ways. We have Frenchie with his little box that allows him to straight up ignore the dark shit he's been through like it doesn't exist, happily eat some blood cake, and thinking that his death being given a clear deadline is a comfort. Then we have Izzy trying to stone face his way through having his body parts severed, just business as usual bc that's the pirate life and it won't change even though he's visibly holding back tears, and then accusing the crew of being too cowardly to kill him, actively inviting death bc he doesn't get why any of it even matters so keeping him alive is pointless.
What's interesting is that given the right circumstances, they could easily trade places, with Izzy being more lighthearted and Frenchie falling apart at the seams.
We've already seen signs of this with Izzy being much more chilled out after the crew made him the new unicorn, finding something in this terrible life that make him see them, and himself, in a more positive light. Like yeah, life is still filled with unimaginable horror, but now has a custom gold painted unicorn leg to trudge through it with, which is absolutely absurd but now he can't help but smile. So he decided his life is so unserious right now and you know what? A shark took his leg, end of story, here's a little wooden shark I made today just for fun lol. Frenchie on the other hand is still pretty relaxed despite everything that's happened so far, but I have a feeling that he was probably very similar to izzy in the past before he joined the crew of The Revenge. His past is pretty mysterious even with the little tidbits we get like him being in the service for bit. It doesn't sound like he was doing it for too long so the other things in his life that he doesn't talk about remain unknown, probably even to himself. The box exists so he can pretend any trauma he experiences doesn't even exist, unlike a fiction which still somewhat acknowledges that there was something that happened to him in a way he could accept. The truth is, he actually never moved on bc all the parts of his life that he's ignoring are still lurking inside him waiting to break out at anytime. I think when something accidentally triggers a memory he suppressed, we'll see a different side to him. Less chill, more shrewd survivalist, like when he and the others reunited with the revenge crew after being stranded at sea. He bounced back pretty fast after they got past the pinnata and cake standoff but it was interesting to see how ready he was to be violent and how untrusting he was of everyone's intentions in that context. He'd usually be much more chill and willing to fast talk his way out of a situation, even when he knows someone has bad intentions. (There's also probably something with religious trauma he's hiding but that's a whole other can of worms I won't get into. All I'll say is that combined with his very strong beliefs of the supernatural and grudging flippant way he does the cross symbol on himself when others do it, when they boarded the cursed ship, he was that only one to not step in the satanic circle before anyone even questioned what the strange lines even were. Did he immediately recognize it and consciously avoid it or was it gut reaction? Idk, but he sure as hell didn't speak up about it and just wearily watched the other step into it and draw their own conclusions. ) But getting back on track Honestly, their dynamic would be really interesting to explore in the show bc they could understand and care about each other in ways that would probably surprise them if given the opportunity to spend more time together on screen. tl;dr: All this to say that I fell down the rabbit hole after realizing that they are basically this meme, which has a lot of potential for so many hilarious and accidentally heartbreaking moments
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