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I AIN'T MARCHING ANYMORE a steve rogers playlist, start to finish
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16woodsequ · 23 days
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Are there any songs that remind you of Steve?
The View Between Villages (both original and extended.) always reminds me of Steve’s character
Okay, I've had this ask for forever because I wanted to have a moment where I could make a good list of songs that remind me of Steve.
To start off I love both those songs you mentioned. I'd actually just started listening to those songs when I got this ask and it made me appreciate them so much more thinking of Steve with them!
List of songs that remind me of Steve:
View Between Villages (Extended) by Noah Kahan
Soldier by Fleurie
I Am Just a Man Epic, the Troy Saga
Give Us a Little Love by Fallulah
Skipping Stones by Claire de Lune
Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons
People Help the People by Birdy
Human by Rag'n'Bone Man
I am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds
Empty by The Cranberries
Bosnia by The Cranberries
Burn Out by Imagine Dragons
Soft to Be Strong by Marina
Get Off of my Back Spirit Soundtrack
You Can't Take Me Spirit Soundtrack
Sound the Bugle Spirit Soundtrack
I Will Always Return Spirit Soundtrack
Epiphany by Taylor Swift
This is Home by Swiftfoot
Hope you enjoy looking through this list!
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'Steve Rogers' Most Played' Playlist
Check out my Steve Rogers' most played playlist made up of lots of oldie vintage songs with some modern sprinkled in there
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ramp-it-up · 2 years
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The Playlist: F*cking Bucky
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Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?
Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader
Word count: more than 3K
Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.
A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊
The playlist is real and is linked here!
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“Hell no, Max.”
Your agent, Maxine Shaw, just offered you a ridiculous amount of money for a writing gig. It was right up your alley as you had background knowledge on the subject.
The only problem was that it involved working very closely with James Buchanan Barnes.
“First of all, one month? That's an impossible timeline. Second, Barnes is an asshole.”
That wasn’t exactly true, he was just annoying, but you felt hyperbole was appropriate for this situation.
Max leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes.
“You’re going to turn down this amount of money for a cake job? I’m told he already has a manuscript, you’d basically be an editor and gap filler.” 
Max stared at you, incredulous. 
“This isn’t ghostwriting, you would get a legitimate byline. A story about Barnes is sure to be a bestseller.”
Then she leaned forward and really scrutinized you.
“Romanoff said you might not be up to it. I laughed in her face. Was she right?”
You opened and then closed your mouth, face heating up. Telling you that you couldn’t accomplish something was a sure fire way to get you to do that something.
But surely Natasha didn’t know that.
You raised your chin.
“Send me the info.”
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Bucky walked into the room at 8:30 am, exactly the same time he did everyday, when he was confident that he would be the first to arrive. Sam and Steve usually didn’t arrive until 9. He liked his quiet time.
This morning, however, he was greeted with laughter in the room and Natasha waiting for him as the elevator opened.
“Morning, Boss.”
She handed Bucky some files and watched as he stared at the scene in front of him: you sandwiched between Sam and Steve on the couch.
“Well, hello, Buck! I see you finally made it in this morning.”
Steve stood up first, then Sam who grinned at Bucky, who only had eyes for you.
Bucky raised his eyebrow as he came toward you, then stopped short of being able to reach out and touch.
He took you in as he approached. You were wearing a wrap dress that showcased your figure nicely. Almost too nicely. You looked amazing. He knew his friends and he knew they had already checked you out. Possessiveness coursed through Bucky’s body as he looked down at you.
That little jaw clench and the glare in Bucky’s eye did things to you. You felt as if you were in trouble. 
And why did that make you wet? 
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” 
Bucky addressed you as you looked up at him, staring at him with those damn doe eyes. You looked a little scared. It made him want to pull you into the bathroom and…He cleared his throat.
“Ms. YLN wanted to begin her work with you by interviewing your two best friends who also happen to be the COO and the CFO of CapTech. We were just about to start breakfast.”
Bucky scanned the room to see the dining table set up with quite the spread.
“Begin her work?” 
Although he was responding to Nat’s statement, he was looking straight at you.
“I’m beginning my work on the memoir. Background information.”
Bucky looked confused for a moment, then he turned to Natasha. 
“Ah, the memoir. I didn't realize we’d decided on the writer for that.”
Natasha was nonplussed. She shrugged.
“Well, YN did such a fantastic job on the profile that I thought she deserved first shot at this.”
Bucky looked annoyed, but then looked back at you.
“Of course. I hope you didn’t feel pressured.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t seem to want you to do this. Well, fuck him. You drew yourself up to your full height, which in heels was four inches shorter than him.
“The contracts are signed, Mr. Barnes. But if you want to break them…”
“I’m not sure we can afford that,” interjected Sam, ever the CFO. “That’s not a good financial plan.” 
Then he turned to you, smile blinding. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. 
“I guess you’re right, Mr. Wilson. Because I would hold you to the termination fee.”
Bucky scowled as your tone changed to playful. Steve was already at the table pulling out your chair.
“Okay. Sam has been monopolizing your time all morning, let’s talk about what it takes to operate this company day to day…”
You chuckled and shook your head as you sat down, Sam and Steve flanking you at the table. Bucky simmered as you held court with his buddies. He watched and listened to the conversation through narrowed eyes.
“…we got into quite a few scraps when we were kids in Brooklyn, isn’t that right , Buck?”
“That’s right.” 
Bucky sipped his coffee and then responded.  
“Did Steve tell you that he weighed 90 pounds when we graduated high school?”
“Low blow…” you heard Sam say as he coughed.
You glared at Bucky, then turned to appraise Steve.
“Well, looks like he filled out nicely.” 
You put your hand on Steve’s arm and he flexed for you. You didn’t have to pretend to be impressed at the muscles underneath his suit coat.
Bucky felt both like an asshole for the jab at Steve, and a tongue tied fool, because he couldn’t find anything civil to say when his buddies were blatantly flirting with you. And when you were flirting back.
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Another half hour of conversation with Sam and Steve gained you some information for the direction you wanted to steer the memoir.  The only problem was, you hadn’t read what Bucky had written. When Sam and Steve and Nat excused themselves for their 10 o’clock meeting, Bucky walked you to the door.
“I know that you don’t want me to take this job, but I have some good ideas if you let me read your manuscript….”
Bucky held up his hand.
“Wait. You know what now?”
You drew yourself up to your full height.
“Well, I…”  
You stopped for a moment and looked him in the eyes. 
“I know you said you wouldn’t ask me for anything ever again. And I know that Ms. Romanoff presented this to my agent, so I won’t charge you the termination fee..”
Bucky interrupted you again.
“I was referring to asking you anything… personal.” 
Bucky’s eyes told the story. He’d just accepted your curve. So why were you disappointed?
“You are a very talented writer. Of course I want you to do this.” 
Bucky looked down at the floor and your cute toes in your open toed heels. 
When he looked back up at you, the little boy was back.
“I just felt… 
Bucky paused and you felt as if you’d tripped and fallen into the pools of his eyes.
“Natasha didn’t let me know she had asked you so soon…”
“Oh…”
After you said it, you realized that you had been holding your breath. You took in air and watched his mouth quirk up on one side. 
“I see. You wanted to be in control of the situation.”
Bucky’s look changed; sky blue eyes turned grey.
“I do like being in control.”
All of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe again.
Maybe you liked him being in control too, the way your body was responding. Your mouth opened wider and your eyes dilated.
Bucky noticed your reaction but just took note, raised his eyebrow, and barreled ahead. You’d just given him the key to unlock the puzzle of you. His mind whirred with a plan.
“I have a home office in my brownstone. I work on my story there. Sam and Steve are… distracting.”
Sam who? Steve what? There was no other man on the earth right now.
Bucky was thinking there was no other woman but you. He cleared his throat.
“The only working copy of my manuscript is on my encrypted computer there, along with the only hard copies. We will work there.”
You hesitated before answering, and Bucky filled the void.
“I’ll send you the address and also the code to the door.”
Bucky leaned toward you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he swerved and pressed the down button on the elevator.
This man.
“I’ll see you in the afternoon? I’ll take a late lunch and go home early. 3pm or 4pm?” 
Bucky looked at you intently as you struggled to think. He was so cute.
“3 pm it is,” He chuckled, replying only when you didn't answer.
You stepped backward into the elevator when you heard the door open.
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky smirked as the doors closed. He turned to face Sam and Steve and the barrage that he knew was coming.
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That afternoon, you carefully read the code that Bucky texted you when you arrived at his Brownstone. It was not very far at all from your apartment. How convenient, you thought. You admired the nice dark brick facade and the surrounding neighborhood. Very nice.
You entered the code on the door and pushed the heavy oak door open.
Inside, Bucky’s place was immaculate. From the piano, to the large windows, to the high ceilings and natural wood, you could tell that only the finest materials had been used. You smelled fresh paint, but also a fresh clean linen scent. 
You looked around the place and did not see a trace of Bucky’s former life except for a picture of him and Sam and Steve when they were younger.
You heard what you thought was a groan from the other room. You stopped moving and listened for it again. When you heard it, you moved toward the sound, hoping that no one was hurt.
“You are killing me, Doll.”
It was Bucky’s voice, and you thought you heard a smile in it. You stopped in the hallway and listened further.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I wanna see all of you. You wanna do that for me? Show me allll of you?”
You listened and quickly surmised that Bucky was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room. And he was doing more than talking.
Your cheeks heated and you felt some kind of way, but then you thought, this was his house, he was a man, and he had needs. And you’d rejected him. You couldn’t be mad. Could you?
Besides, you were the one in the wrong by eavesdropping. You tried to quietly go back out to the entryway.
“Stop! Don’t move.”
You froze, thinking you’d been caught.
“I need to see that pussy weep for me. Can you show me how I make you feel Doll? I can tell that you want me from the look on that pretty little face. Show me what is mine. I’ll show you what is yours.
You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, and had to cover your mouth in shock. Bucky was stroking himself! 
You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, mortified. But then what you saw registered in your brain.
Bucky Barnes was hung like a horse.
You clenched your thighs together and bit your lip. Surely, you were mistaken. You had to look again.
This time, you stayed long enough to verify what you saw. Bucky’s large hand was wrapped around a beautiful specimen of a cock. He had earbuds in and was staring at a laptop screen, showing whomever he was talking to what he was working with. 
That lucky bitch.
“You want this dick?”
You peered around the corner and saw Bucky holding his cock up and pointing it at the computer. You could help but stare, because even across the room, you could tell it was huge, uncut, tan and veiny, the shiny head appearing and reappearing as he slowly jacked it.
‘I want it bad,’ you thought, and licked your lips. Then you bit your bottom lip, surprised at yourself.
“Ahhhh, shitt! I love when you do that. Touch yourself for me, please Doll?”
You straightened up again, heart beating a mile a minute. Why did you have the urge to do what he was commanding? You closed your eyes and willed your hands to stay at your sides.
“Be a good girl. Don't be a bad one. You know what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”
You stood still and closed your eyes, trying to decide if you wanted to be a good girl or a bad one. You decided to be a professional woman. You started to tiptoe back down the hall.
“You better not run. Come back here. Don’t run from this dick…”
You heard Bucky murmuring to his mystery person as you slinked away. You stopped in the vestibule, shook. You heard your heart pounding in your ears and decided to just leave and walk home.
You reached your apartment in no time.
You decided to text Bucky about your appointment. You still had work to do so you decided to put what you witnessed out of your mind.
He didn’t answer, probably because he was in the shower washing cum off of his…
You had to stop. 
You decided to go for a run to clear your head.
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Your pace was good. You checked your time as you rounded the curve for the second kilometer of your run. Someone swerved past you. You looked up at that voice.
“Hey, you!”
You looked back, stunned to see Bucky running, looking amazing in those shorts and a muscle shirt. Damn.
You averted your eyes from his crotch to look at him, but you kept going. He circled back to run beside you.
You were salty. He could run, but he didn’t have time to meet with you? 
“‘Lo. What are you up to?”
The question seemed straightforward enough. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to be found. Yet you still sideyed him.
“You good?”
Bucky sounded worried when you didn’t respond.
That voice. The connotation that phrase brought up. Yes, you were a good girl, Mr. Barnes, Sir.
You shook your head, but said, “Sure, just wondering what happened to our meeting this afternoon.”
Bucky stopped and you looked back again, but then he caught up with you.
“That wasn’t… today, was it?”
“Yeeeessss?”
Bucky looked confused. 
“I clearly remember setting our meeting up for 4 pm tomorrow afternoon…”
He looked so cute and earnest.
“No, we set it up for 3 pm today….”
At this point, you both stopped and were staring at each other. To be honest, you had been so flustered when setting up the appointment and then with the events of this afternoon, you really didn’t know what was up.
The tension between you was palpable as you stared into Bucky’s baby blues.
Bucky furrowed his brow and started to speak a couple of times. Then, you both burst out laughing.
“You know, I was kind of distracted this morning, so, I really don’t remember clearly.”
Bucky’s chest was heaving and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. You were in his orbit, attracted to him in the worst way, but you started jogging again. That long distance chick must have Bucky wide open.
“She must be hot…”
Real subtle, y/n, you thought. 
“What? Who?” 
The surprise in Bucky’s voice was evident. You stopped again.
“I mean, must be something, or someone powerful to distract that mind of yours.”
You looked up into Bucky’s eyes, not caring if the jealousy was showing. He beamed down at you and you felt like the center of the world. But he had someone else. Right?
“Yeah, only someone powerful could distract me like that.” 
Bucky sucked his bottom lip and released it slowly while surveying your body in your tight running shorts and tank top. You felt like a bad girl. Then, Bucky resumed jogging.
“I mean, as CEO of a tech company, you probably meet women all over the world. Could be hard to navigate long distance relationships.”
You were not even trying to hide your nosiness. Bucky chuckled.
“It is hard. That’s why I don’t do long distance.”
Your surprise made you almost stumble.
“I haven’t had a real relationship since…”
Bucky glanced at you.
“Well, in a good while.”
“Hmmmmm. But you have needs. Right?”
Bucky stopped and stood toe to toe with you, so close.
“Yes, I have needs.”
He looked right through you.
“Don’t you?”
Then he took off running again.
It took you a minute to digest what he was saying, and when you got it, you slowed down. Bucky ran back to you and you both stopped again.
“So are we doing this?”
You looked up at him and stepped closer.
“I mean, you gotta run, I gotta run. Are we gonna do this? Can you keep up with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky’s smile dropped, and his eyes became stormy again.
“I’m pretty fast now.”
“I bet. Don’t make me have to chase you, little girl.”
Your toes curled in your shoes. Bucky Barnes could get it. It was a done deal. You were exhausted of running from him, but this time he turned and ran, and you ran after him.
It was quite the workout, and Bucky most certainly paced with you, but your time was getting markedly better on the route through Bridge Park. When you ended up at the door to your apartment building, you turned to face Bucky, panting. 
“Wanna invite me up?”
You wanted nothing more. But you couldn’t help your reflex.
“No.”
“Yeah. Right. I get it. Had to ask.”
“Even though you said you wouldn’t.”
He smirked down at you. He’d been growing his hair out a little and a lock was flopping forward. You almost reached up to brush it out of his eyes, but you knew that if you touched him, even his hair, it would be game over.
Bucky’s hands were at his sides, clenched in fists to keep from touching you. He wanted to lean down to kiss you, but he wanted you to make the first move.
“Why do you want to come up?”
“For a drink…” Bucky licked his lips. “… of water.”
You gulped, your own throat parched with desire. Your eyes shined his body, to the glistening torso that was visible through the shirt to those short shorts.
“Oh.”
Now you felt rude as fuck.
“I didn’t hydrate properly…” It seemed that Bucky was getting closer, “… before the run.” 
Now he was looking over your head to try and control the inevitable. You wondered if he got off on his call earlier. Did he have any left over for you? You looked down and then toward the river when you swore you saw a bulge in Bucky’s shorts.
Somehow, you were closer to him, if you looked up, and he bent down, your lips would touch.
You turned your head and spoke to the car parked to his right.
“So you’re saying you’re…thirsty…”
“Yes…”
Bucky’s voice was gravelly and fucking sexy.
“I can bring a bottle down…”
Bucky shook his head and looked down the street.
“Nah, by the time you go up and come back down, I can get home…”
You looked toward Bucky’s house.
“Oh…”
You felt like an idiot. For a writer, you couldn’t find any other words than ‘oh.’
“Then come…come on up.”
You had to concentrate not to stutter.
“Thank you! Such a good one.”
You could hear Bucky’s smile behind you and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.
When you reached your apartment and entered,  Bucky looked around and then went to the window as you went into your tiny kitchen to get him a water bottle.
He turned around and looked at you piercingly as you brought it to him. You’d kicked off your running shoes when you entered the door and that made him that much taller when you were in front of him.
Bucky grabbed the bottle. Your fingers touched yet you didn’t pull them back. As you looked into his eyes, you noticed something.
“I just realized, you’re not wearing your glasses.”
He smirked at you.
“Contacts. Not a good look to have fogged up glasses when your face is getting wet…”
Your mouth opened slightly.
“...While you’re running.” 
Bucy took a sip of water, then a lager gulp, emptying the glass.
“Thank you. It was so good of you…” He looked down at you. “I feel like thanking you in some way…”
He looked around the room and then back at you. You felt guilty as hell.
“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it.”
He cocked his head at you.
“Tell me why you think that.”
“Because…” 
You went on to tell him what happened earlier that afternoon. His face was inscrutable as he registered the information.
“Sooo… you eavesdropped on a private conversation. A very private conversation. And then snuck back out of my home without saying anything.”
“Y-yes.”
Why did you feel as if you were in danger as Bucky moved closer to you?
“Is that why you were asking about my needs earlier?”
You didn’t, you couldn’t answer.
“Is it because you liked what you saw?”
He was circling you now, like a predator, and you were frozen to the spot. When he got behind you he raised his voice, just a little. 
“Answer me. ”
You shivered at his smooth, dangerous tone.
“I- I-yes- no- I don’t know….”
He came back around in front of you.
“Well, I can alleviate some speculation. As I said, I don’t do long distance relationships, but I can pay for what I need. And that’s nobody’s business because no one has any claim on me. Especially you. Because you said you didn’t want it. Didn’t you?”
You just stared but he gave you that look and you replied.
“I said that. Yes.”
“Have you changed your mind? What do you want, y/n?”
“I want…” 
You looked down at the floor, gathering your strength. Then back up at Bucky. 
“I want you.”
“Oh. You got aroused by what you saw, and now you want me to give you…satisfaction?…” 
You nodded, biting your lip. Now was not the time for games the way your panties were drenched.
“I feel like a little bit of a whore. And I need to be punished. Immediately.”
Your jaw dropped at what you just said.
Bucky grinned.
“Oh really. That critical? Well let’s see what we can do…”
He finally touched you, grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him for a kiss. It was everything, passionate, with a promise.
“Where is your bed?
You smiled up at him, took his hand, and led him to your bedroom.
Bucky kissed you senseless as soon as you entered the room. You took off your tank and sports bra and Bucky discarded his muscle shirt. Your eyes watered at his bare chest and abs.
He stood back and admired you.
“So gotdamn gorgeous,” Bucky whispered, almost to himself. “Take off those shorts. Don’t forget the panties.”
You hurried to obey, the situation making your pussy cry for his attention. He reached out to touch you, thumbs gently thrumming your nipples. You threw your head back and moaned. Then he drew his hands back. You looked up, mind scattered.
“I was so wrong when I assumed that you were a good girl earlier. And I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”
Bucky watched as you bit your lip.
“You are not a good girl. Good girls don’t eavesdrop. I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”
The thrill that ran through your body was like nothing else.
“Do you want me to show you that? Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bucky drew in a breath.
“Get on your knees.”
You obeyed in .3 seconds.
“Yessss. That’s it. So obedient for me.” 
Bucky caressed the side of your face. You turned and captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking and looking up at him.
“Fuck, is that what you want? You want to suck my dick?”
You nodded, taking his thumb with you, which caused him to press it in deeper. He leaned down toward you.
“Now why would I want to go ahead and do that? You’ve been a very bad girl.”
Bucky straightened up, and pulled his dick out of his running shorts. It was more beautiful up close. You sighed as he started stroking it right in your face. 
“Do you see how I’m already dripping for you?”
You looked up at his cock, a beautiful clear bead of precum shining on its tip. Then you looked up at him and nodded.
“It’s a shame that you won’t get to suck it like you want to...” 
You whimpered in disappointment. He ignored you.
“Now, spread those knees apart and let me see how you would have gotten off tonight while you thought of me stroking off.”
He drew in a ragged breath as you looked up at him with those eyes and started to touch yourself.
“Wider, let me see that pussy from up here.”
You shifted so that he could see better what you were doing.
“Shit. That looks delicious. Get it nice and creamy for me. I’m gonna have my fill of you tonight.”
He looked pained as he jerked himself, drops of precum landing on your body. Your juices made for an audible display of your current situation; desperate for Bucky Barnes’ cock.
“Stop! Hands away.”
Bucky glared at you when you whined.
“Don’t act like a brat. You brought this on yourself. Get on the bed, ass up.”
You did as you were told, hoping that he would finally touch you.
“Now play some more for me.”
Bucky groaned as you wiggled your ass and reached for yourself.
“Stop, suck your fingers and get them wet, then stick them in as far as they will go.”
You whimpered and did as you were told, but your fingers were inadequate for what you wanted. Why you needed.
“Fuck, that little pussy looks so good. Add another finger. If I’m gonna fuck you, you need to be stretched out more than that.”
Next thing you knew, you felt his lips on your lower ones, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things to you as you fingered yourself. You saw stars at the obscene way that Bucky Barnes was eating you out.
The way he was smacking his lips and yours was curdling your brian. His tongue started licking you faster and faster and his lips were sucking your clit until you almost came. Then he stopped. You groaned in frustration.
Bucky stood up and backed away, stroking himself again.
“Turn over, do it again while I stroke myself off.” 
Again, you did as you were told.
This time, you licked your fingers obscenely, fellating them so that he could see what his cock was missing. He groaned and stroked faster as you circled your clit skillfully, playing with your nipple with your other hand.
“Fuck that looks so fucking….” 
Then he looked you in the eyes.
“You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”
You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, but you were just his cock slut at this point.
“Well, if you can keep going as long as I say, and not cum, I might give you this dick.”
You bit your lip at the challenge, going to town on yourself, as nasty as you wanted to be. The faces and the grunts that came from him made it really hard to stay on earth, so you closed your eyes.
“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. You fucking slut.”
You snapped your eyes opened and were about to cum when you saw his big hand going a mile a minute around his bick cock, making his shiny red head appear and reappear in his palm, but he commanded, “Stop!” just in time, and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.
“You’re about to get it now. Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
Bucky spread your thighs and spread them wide, swiping his slick cock head at your entrance.
“Can you take this cock?”
“I need it!”
“Want it raw? Want me to stretch this little pussy out?” 
Bucky was already inching inside you, causing a delicious burn that you wanted more of.
“Fuck yes!”
“Then be a good girl and….” 
Bucky slid inside you, making you take his cock like you’d never had to before with anyone else.
“Sooooo fucking wet and soooo fucking tight.” 
Bucky looked down at you, eyes shining. His chest was heaving with the effort to restrain himself. He couldn’t believe that he was where he’d wanted to be for a while now. And so he smiled at you.
“This pussy seems made for me.”
And then he started to move. It was a mind numbing experience of sensations, his thick, pulsing cock skating in the slick of your tight, stretched cunt. He fell down to his elbows and pressed his forehead against yours as you both looked down and watched the phenomenon.
“How does it feel, Sir?”
Bucky closed his eyes and groaned as his hips faltered.
“Am I wet enough?”
“Fuck!”
Your voice in his ear was making him lose the facade of control that he had hanging by a string now that he was inside you.
“Feelsss…. Feels like… Fuck! …Don’t ask me…”
“Don’t ask what? How my pussy feels for you?”
“Holy mother of god I….”
Bucky took your thighs in his hand, pulled you to the edge of the bed again and started pounding. Then, he took your windpipe between his thumb and forefinger.
“That’ll teach you to try to…”
The way your eyes rolled back in your head had Bucky spurting inside of you already. 
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…..”
Bucky was fucking you ruthlessly. You’d never had it like this.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
You clenched around his cock and Bucky pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his cum on your stomach while reaching down and plucking your clit with his thumb. You finally came with a loud yell and a smile.
When you opened your eyes, Bucky was still milking his cock over you, so you reached down, gathered some cum on your fingers, and inserted them in your mouth. Bucky’s eyes rolled and he pulsed a last little bit of spend on your body.
“Where is your bathroom?”
You pointed toward your right and Bucky went in, ran some water and came out cleaned up, and with a washcloth for you. He sat down on the bed and tenderly took care of you. Then, he leaned down and kissed the belly that he’d just used. He leaned on his elbow and stared at you.
“You satisfied?”
“Hmmmmm. Yes.”
Bucky looked worried, then cleared his throat.
“Good. That was… it was very good for me too.” 
You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, then you started to speak. He stopped you.
“No worries, this shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We’re both adults. We can be professional, right?”
What you wanted was the farthest thing from professional, but you replied, “Right.”
Bucky kissed your nose, then stood up and started getting dressed. You got up and put on your robe, seeing him to the door.
Bucky smiled at you as he left.
“Tomorrow, 4 pm. My brownstone.”
You smiled back.
“And please announce yourself when you come in?”
Bucky winked as he started down the stairs, leaving you watching him until you couldn’t see him anymore.
When he was gone, and you were alone in your apartment, you wondered how the fuck You we’re supposed to be professional when you were addicted to that dick.
You were thinking hard when Bucky sent you a message 10 minutes later.
The text said:
Something to play with ;)
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Early the next morning, too early, Bucky woke up drenched in sweat and reached for his glasses, medicine, and the bottle of water next to his bed.
It had been a while since he’d had the familiar nightmare about what happened Sarah. And his baby.
Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and came back to the present. He got up to run the shower and looked into the mirror. He felt guilty for not having Sarah on his mind as much lately. But you were quite the distraction. 
He’d finally found a reason to move on with his life. 
You.
You and Sarah were nothing alike. Your spirit, and your spunk were unlike any other person he’d ever met. He couldn’t bend you to his will.
Not that Sarah had been a pushover, but with her, it had been so easy. Bucky and Sarah fell for each other at first sight and immediately started sneaking around behind Sam’s back. They’d been like yin and yang, not the oil and water that you and he had become. 
Bucky looked deep into his own eyes in the mirror to see if they still reflected the feral violence he wreaked on the men who tried to kidnap them and inadvertently killed his wife and baby in the process. 
Now, five years after all of that you made Bucky’s heart race again, something that running couldn’t even do.
It was meant to be.
After five years out of the limelight, everyone was curious about the sorrow-filled story of what happened to James Buchanan Barnes, and your light, humor-filled piece was skillfully written and hinted at the deeper story. It was good journalism without being mean spirited and he respected you for your skill. 
He wanted you for your body, and he wanted in your mind and soul. 
Bucky Barnes needed you. Now that he had given you a taste of the physical, he just need to make you fall in love with him.
He wished that you were here beside him where you belonged, but all in due time. His plan was proceeding perfectly. 
Bucky did his breathing exercises and walked into a cool morning shower. After that, Bucky settled into bed with his laptop to make sure that you were okay.
The surveillance team he hired was in place outside your building, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully from what he could see from the cameras placed inside your apartment.
Bucky sighed and closed his laptop, attempting to turn off his brain so that he could gain a few more moments of sleep as the sun started to rise.
What a day today would be.
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lonesome-dreamsss · 6 months
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steve plays tony sappy love songs from the 40s!!! he also ventures into the 50s and 60s, hits ALL the old time-y songs. he's so in love and this is how he shows it best (along with his art of course, he has an entire sketchbook dedicated to tony).
the first time he does it, they're in the kitchen, steve's making them breakfast and tony is at the table with a coffee. steve's phone is set up, playing music, soft, quiet songs, mostly instrumentals. once he has the pancakes on a plate, he changes it to a billie holiday song. it's something so, so sappy and tony grins and is like "he's playing me love songs now?" and steve grins back and says "maybe. are you complaining?" the tips of tony's ears are pink but no, he isn't complaining, not one bit. when the song ends, tony kisses him and says "i love you too, y'know." and steve does know.
the next time, they're in tony's work shop, tony's playing around with some new suit ideas for the team and steve's drawing (tony as he is then, stained with oil smears, hair askew, absolutely beaming). steve smiles softly and requests that jarvis play this dean martin song. tony turns to look at him, that same grin he had the first time spreading across his face, "you're ridiculous." steve gives him his best who me? face and tony throws his head back and laughs.
tony takes them out of nyc, some place in upstate new york, so they could stargaze. he knows nothing about the stars, and steve is just as clueless, but it's less about that and more about just being with one another, experiencing the world's beauty together. though steve spends most of the time looking at tony because well, he's more beautiful then any star or moon. steve goes for bing crosby, and tony laughs into steve's shoulder, eyes shining in the silver lighting, "i'm starting to think you have a playlist all made up." steve presses a kiss to tony's head, "maybe i do." "sap." steve laughs, "only for you." tony then gives him the softest look, love so plainly there, and it leaves steve breathless, "aren't i lucky." steve thinks he's the lucky one.
they're in bed, tony had woken up from a nightmare and can't fall back asleep. steve's running his fingers through tony's hair and using his other hand to rub his thumb over tony's own hand. it seems to mellow tony out to some extent, but he's still tense and his eyes are glazed over, he's somewhere in his head, lost to whatever thoughts are consuming him. steve picks nat king cole now, though this time, he sings it himself. he's not a singer by any means, but he doesn't let that stop him. it pulls tony back to the present, and he cracks the tiniest of smiles. steve takes that as a win.
tony's hurt. he's hurt and he's unconscious and looks oh so pale and broken laying in the hospital bed. it's been nearly two days now, and steve is exhausted. he hasn't left the hospital chair, despite the rest of the team telling him he needs rest too. nat had almost dragged him out of there and to a shower and his bed, but he's nothing if not stubborn. she gave up, in the end, and told him to at least eat something, before leaving, saying she'd be back in the morning. steve clutches tony's hand, fighting the urge to cry yet again. he does the only thing he can think to do, the only thing that might be able to fix this in some way. he starts to sing. it's ella fitzgerald this time. his voice is dry, cracking with each word, but he keeps going. it's comforting, in a way, and he hopes it's comforting for tony too, hopes tony can even hear him. the tears come anyway, despite his best efforts, and the lyrics catch in his throat. then, in an answer to his prayers, tony squeezes his hand. it's weak but god, it's there and steve chokes out a sob, relief coursing through him. tony'll be okay.
"are you ready?" steve asks, moving to wrap his arms around tony's waist. "i was born ready, capsicle," tony says back with a wink, settling his arms around steve's neck. they fit together perfectly. frank sinatra starts to play, they had picked this one together, for this moment, and they start to dance. with the way tony's looking at him and the way the ring sits snug on his left hand, steve feels his heart swells in his chest and he can't help but lean in to kiss tony. tony smiles into the kiss and then laughs as everyone around them cheers. this is what pure happiness is, steve thinks, and rests his forehead against tony's. the song comes to a close and tony kisses him once more before tugging him towards the cake with a grin that rivals the brightness of the sun.
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anika-ann · 4 days
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Back and Forth - Playlist
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I've finished the next chapter, HA I WISH A little idea to share a little something with you, lovely Back and Forth readers, occured to me ❤
Here's a slightly missmatched playlist of songs that make me think of - and inspire me - when writing about Spectre and Steve, more or less aligning with the chapters...
Enjoy✨
Extra:
Bon Iver - Skinny Love (live, not on Spotify, which is a damn shame because it's the original Skinny Love and performed in such a damn RAW way)
Boygenius - Not Strong Enough (suggested by one of my readers and daang, also on point)
Under cut is the list of songs with youtube links if you don't have spotify 🥰🫡
Switchfoot – Meant to Live (Jon Bellion Version)
Switchfoot – Learning to Breathe
Halsey – Gasoline
Halsey – Hurricane
Taylor Swift – Archer (Live Lounge)
Taylor Swift – This Is Me Trying (Long Pond Studio Sessions)
Labrinth, ft. Emily Sandé – See Beneath Your Beautiful
Halsey – Control
Halsey – Hold Me Down
Ruelle ft. Birdy – Carry You
SYML – DIM
Halsey – Bad at Love
Switchfoot – This Is Your Life
SYML - Before You Knew It Was Me
Halsey – Finally/Beautiful Stranger
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angrythingstarlight · 2 years
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Hi! Long time fan/reader, first time commenter 😊 I just had my Spotify on shuffle and the song September by James Arthur came on and it gives me all of the boys’ vibes! It’s such a cute song! Anywho, hope you’re having an awesome day!
This works for all of the biker!boys. Thank you for sharing this😍
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"Begged my friend for your number, I pursued you for a year, I would have waited longer. I knew ultimately it would make the feelings stronger."
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"I'll still love you for the rest of my life. And my crush on you has never faded, let's go back to bed until we break it."
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"That first time I kissed you I could look in the mirror and Iike who I was. You're all my strengths and my weakness. "
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basnatural · 2 months
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Am I listening to this to get the motivation/inspiration to write part 2? Yes yes I am 😭
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love-emy · 2 years
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may or may not accidentally exposed myself to my friends that i sometimes listen to character based playlists on spotify...
you can't blame me. the music relates more to my mood at the moment
anyways here are some playlists that I actually like :) and credits to whoever made all these too i love you for it
marvel
frank castle
jack thompson
bucky barnes 1 2 3 4
peter parker (tom holland)
stucky
steve rogers 1 2
matt murdock x frank castle - fav rn
harry potter / the marauders
remus lupin 1 2 3
theodore nott 1 2 3 - fav also
draco malfoy 1 2 3
and i highly recommend searching characters up on spotify
if y'all have any requests i am more than happy to look too i had fun putting this together
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Romanogers
Fanmix Part One
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Image above by @the-romanogers-revival
Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post
To Hell & Back (Maren Morris)
You didn't save me * You didn't think I needed saving * You didn't change me * You didn't think I needed changing
You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This (Toby Keith)
I've got a funny feeling * The moment that your lips touched mine * Something shot right through me * My heart skipped a beat in time
Halo (Beyonce)
Remember those walls I built? * Well, baby, they're tumblin' down * And they didn't even put up a fight * They didn't even make a sound
An Innocent Man (Billy Joel)
I know you don't want to hear what I say * I know you're gonna keep turning away * But I've been there and if I can survive * I can keep you alive
Lost My Mind (Finneas)
Am I in your head * Half as often as you're on my mind? * If I don't make sense * Please, forgive me, * I can't sleep at night * At least, not alone * Not anymore
The River And The Highway (Pam Tillis)
But every now and then, he offers her a shoulder * Every now and then, she overflows * Every now and then, a bridge crosses over * It's a moment, every lover knows
Leather and Lace (Stevie Nicks & Don Henley)
Sometimes I'm a strong man * Sometimes cold and scared * And sometimes I cry * But that time I saw you * I knew with you to light my nights * Somehow I'd get by
Not Just A Woman (Rob Thomas)
She's just a woman * Not just a woman * She's terrified * And she's unafraid * She'll change her mind * With the change of the seasons * She's every reason * You'll ever need
Army (Lady A)
So if anybody thinks I'm a hero * When they watch me walk right into the flames * I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat * Yeah, I'm a soldier * But if I'm a soldier * She's an army
Everything (Alanis Morissette)
You see everything, you see every part * You see all my light and you love my dark * You dig everything of which I'm ashamed * There's not anything to which you can't relate * And you're still here
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Guess who finally made a steggy playlist?
It's a mix of late 1930s, 1940s, and early 1940s music as well as modern music that may have played when Steve was in 2011-2023, or if you headcanon that Steve and Peggy came back to 2023 together around the ages that they would have been in 1949 (like I do)
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It’s the goddamn fight of my life (and you started it)
A Stucky Playlist for Steve Rogers Week — 7 Songs in 7 Days @steverogersweek Day 1: Happy Birthday Steve
Elliot Smith - Between the Bars
Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air Waiting to finally be caught
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elektraking · 1 year
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Music from Stolen Moments by @jemgirl86. Rated T. 98826 words. Published 2020.
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stonyinspiration · 1 year
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At the risk of sounding arrogant, you all are sleeping on my freakin amazing story playlist for Stony.
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ramp-it-up · 2 years
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Playlist: Bucky Runs
Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?
Playlist: Chill, Buck
Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?
Playlist: Fucking Bucky
Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?
Playlist: Bucky Charms
Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?
Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘
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