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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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A Deal With God

Not even a full drabble, just word vomit, but...I know Running Up That Hill is Max's song and we all know what it ties to, but I'm just thinking...post-S4 Steve hearing the song and almost throwing up because he feels it. He doesn't just hear the lyrics, he actually listens to them.

Steve has never been big on meaningful lyrics, he likes music, sure, but it's not like he listens to life-changing songs and ponders the meaning of each metaphor during his sleepless nights. He thinks music is a nice addition to life, it sets the mood, but he doesn't feel the depth because he can't concentrate hard enough. He can sing a few songs, usually ones about love, having a good time, so he never thinks he's missing something. Until that moment.

The song starts playing when he sits next to Max's bed, giving Lucas a brief break from waiting when (not if, he reminds himself, never if, only when) she wakes up. He watches her shallow breathing, in, out, as if she's just sleeping, the purple around her eyes slowly dissipating, when he hears the first notes. He needs so, so badly to shut the radio off, to avoid the memory, but he promised Lucas he'd be here and this is Max's lifeline, the song that already saved her once and would have done so again if people like Jason Carver (people like I used to be, the voice in his head added) didn't steal it away. So he just sits there and thinks it's just a few minutes, he can push through it, he can focus on something else, anything else...

And then he hears the lyrics, really hears them. And they make him feel sick. It's certain sections that freeze his insides with realization that someone created a song for this exact moment, for the pain he feels.

You don't want to hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies

He should be thinking about Max, but it's Eddie that comes to his mind. Eddie and his assurance that he's no hero, he's not going to risk it all, Eddie who decided last minute that the world without him would somehow hurt less. As if it was his job to take their pain away.

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Steve originally felt that it was just him, with the fear of being replaced, of this much cooler man stealing Dustin's attention away, but then he actually talked to Eddie and he thought, really thought that they understood each other. They both gave the kids something different, they were both needed, they could not be replaced because they worked the best together. So why? Why is he here alone, left to fill in a hole in their hearts that he could never hope to replace?

And if I only could I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places

He thinks of Dustin's smaller frame, curled over Eddie's body, the heart wrenching sobs over the ghost of Eddie's final smile. About how much joy Eddie brought into Dustin's life, into the life of all his kids, while he was busy trying to date that inner emptiness away. And he gets it now, starts mouthing the lyrics over the song, the chorus, because if there was any possibility of a deal, any option to bring Eddie back to his found family...he'd do it. He thinks maybe the hole left behind him would be smaller, less special. Reaching God wasn't really in his power, but maybe Vecna could...

Steve just sits there and lets the song puncture his heart again and again and thinks: if this is what it takes to wake you up, Red, I'll listen to it, anything for you. But please, do it soon. I have a deal to make.

#I mean come on #The lyrics are perfect #I'm also sleepy and didn't proofread anything #Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Max Mayfield #Stranger Things #StrangerThings #Stranger things drabble #Strangerthingsdrabble #A bit of Steve actually being stupid at the end #Because he knows Upside Down can keep people alive for as long as needed #Billy and all that #And that Vecna consumes his victims #So Eddie is still there

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timeturner-jay · 1 year

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How about 'joy' for Jaune? 🐝🎨

There is colour in the world, she thinks. Not in the way that the sky is blue, or the grass is green – those are colours too of course, but when she paints, her passion becomes pigment and her emotions a hue. Vi rolls her eyes fondly and says that she’s making things too complicated, but what could be easier than this?

Jaune takes her brush and paints her emotions as they come; her pride a valiant blue, her anger a seething green, her sorrow a capricious red. And her joy, her joy the bright sunshine yellow she was named for.

Your prompt rang true, because this was definitely a joy to write! <3 I hope it's a joy to read, too!

#Bug Fables #Jaune #Vi #drabble #my writing #Fun fact this one is actually a perfect 100 words by pure chance sjdfhs #So a perfect drabble in that sense! Even if I don't care about getting the exact word count this time #Still made me smile to see that it had happened by accident sjdhfs #Bug Fables Jaune #Bug Fables Vi

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kingspuppet · 1 year

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I posted this on my Twitter, but why not here as well? I was writing a little 2/2 fic for the day (that sadly has yet to be finished so it’ll have to wait a bit longer). But I wanted to share a snippet. Normally I don’t share fic stuff here but it pertains to the day. It’s not much, but maybe someone will enjoy it? I don’t know but I wanted to share regardless!!

But the world wasn’t ever fair to Goro. It never looked at him with favoring eyes. Instead he was left in the cold of winter, disoriented and confused right off of Station Square. And before he could comprehend why he was here or what he was doing he spotted Kurusu and Sae-san and walked right up to them.

From that moment on he had learned so much and gained things he never thought possible. He learned that his choices were never his to have. That his fate was always going to be determined by someone else’s hand. Whether he lived or died was never going to be up to him. Because in the end on that frigid February day it had been Kurusu who decided Goro’s life. Goro could only push his resolve, but it was all up to Kurusu to choose what kind of life Goro would or wouldn’t have.

Even five years later it eats away at him.

Sitting beside the heater in the apartment he shared with Akira did little to warm the chill from his bones. His eyes sightlessly watch the snowfall pile up onto the silent street below. The white casting an iridescent glow across the buildings lining the road from the setting sun.

He hates these quiet moments. They only serve as painful reminders of that harrowing day. He could still hear the muffled conversation behind the cafe’s walls, and feel the wind whipping his hair around his face. All of Yongen-Jaya had been just as lifeless as their barren little street now. Only the rare passersby coming home from work would tell you that the world wasn’t consumed in a snowy apocalypse.

Picking at the raised scarring of his hands, he watches as street lamps flicker on one by one. Their orange glow warms the cold scenery.

#; OOC || Bri ♟️#; Drabble || I Will Carve a Path for Myself ♟️#//Not really a drabble but for lack of what to put it under this shall suffice for now asdfghjklkjhghjkl #//Also I wrote a little over 2000 words for this yesterday in the span of twelve hours which is more than I've written in a long time!#//At least in a single sitting anyway. So it's not perfect but I still had fun doing it and I'm proud for pushing myself!#Shuake #2/2

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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DB + Touch

Dair + Touch

Blair doesn’t remember falling asleep. One minute, she and Dan are deep in the weeds in a debate over the cultural value of Michael Craig-Martin (or lack thereof), and the next, her eyes are opening, sunlight peeking through her curtains.

Dan is still fast asleep, on his side facing her, just as they’d been before they talked themselves to sleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning. She strokes a finger down the slope of his nose, but he does nothing more than wrinkle it, making her smile.

She should get up, brush her teeth, get her hair and her eyebrows in order, but she’s way too comfortable, and getting up would mean having to move Dan’s arm from around her waist, and she certainly doesn’t want that, so.

His hand is warm on the skin of her back, slipped underneath the silk tunic she’d worn to bed. Like kids at a sleepover, they’d worn themselves out talking before they could make time to wear themselves out doing anything else, but this touch is still warming, comforting.

Blair trails her fingertips up his arm, over his skin, the sleeve of his t-shirt, resting her hand on his shoulder, perfect form, as if they’re about to dance.

This isn’t the first time she’s woken up in bed with a boyfriend, it’s not even the first she’s woken up with Dan, but it still feels new somehow, the ease of it.

Everything with Nate had been charged with expectation, she’d grabbed onto him needing to make it more than it was. Chuck only ever held her like this as the means to an end, to getting whatever it was he wanted from her in that moment. With Louis, every embrace was like an exercise in possession, a reminder, less holding and more hanging on. She’d thought it was romantic, until it wasn’t.

Her hand drifts up from Dan’s shoulder to his face. She strokes over the hard line of his jaw, his morning stubble prickling her palm. Sharp edges, yet still so soft.

Dan feels different from the rest of them, not just because of the calluses on his hands or his five o’clock shadow, but it’s something in the way he holds her, close and intimate without the weight or urgency of expectation. It’s simple, a reassurance. A silent I’m here.

She lays her palm flat on his cheek, tries to communicate the same to him, wondering if he can feel her even when he’s dead asleep. She tries to move closer, narrowing the space between, until she’s close enough to tilt her chin up to press a kiss to his forehead.

She settles her head back on the pillow next to him, lets her hand drift down to his chest, where she can feel the slow rise and fall of his breath.

He stirs, and the hand on her back moves, sparking a shiver up and down her spine.

“Blair?” he mumbles, voice gravelly, eyes still closed. Rough edges, yet still so soft.

She thinks of what he told her last night, and how she thinks she could fit an entire universe into the way he’s touching her now, that the world outside her bedroom door could end and she wouldn’t notice.

She rubs her thumb back and forth over his chest, right above where his heart is beating. A silent I’m here.

One word prompts

#dair #a little post 5x20 drabble for ya <3 #@ this anon and the anon(s) who sent a whole batch of new prompts today: i love you #I decided I'll keep accepting through september 1st!#after that I'll cut off and write whatever is still pending #and maybe move on to other things :)#these prompts are a perfect opportunity for ~missing moments~#when i'm able to think of them that is #*prompts

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esculentevil · 2 years

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(Thorinduil) Fall[ing for] Fashion

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆💎AO3/Pillowfort🌲☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆

Thranduil is a world famous fashion designer trying to come up with a new line.

He swings by a café on his way to his only child’s art exhibit for some coffee and hot cocoa (for Legolas and himself, respectively—don’t judge his sweet tooth!), because he knows they’ll both really need it, and ends up meeting the owner.

Thorin is a jaded, grouchy old man with streaks of starlight in his midnight hair; he’s short and stocky and strong and silent until he’s suddenly shouting angrily; he’s dark and broody with a deep voice that snarls and steals Thranduil’s breath until he’s shivering and sweating and shaking and SOAKING with want for him.

It takes several trips, several test drawings, several bribes of Thorin’s nephews, and even several unflattering moments of stammering, blushing, and falling but, eventually, he manages to not only get Thorin to like his newest clothing line but WEAR them too—o, and like him back, as well (he doesn’t fall on him, though).

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purrpickle · 2 years

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if you are still taking prompts:

faberry - "and this is why we can't have nice things!"

"And this is why we can't have nice things!"

Arms wrapped around Santana - their oftentimes prickly Siamese - Rachel nodded, momentarily ignoring the runner violently upended on the table.

Quinn huffed. "I'm serious! We can't have her underfoot as we try to entertain our families!"

Pressing her cheek into Santana's, eliciting a meow even as Santana purred, Rachel nodded again. "I agree with you. I do. Just..." She proffered Santana up, Santana's purr intensifying, Quinn wavering as she softly rubbed her head, "I was the one who said having a pet would demonstrate 'stability', so..." Rachel hummed, rolling her eyes, "Hopefully they'll still accept her and not ask about children!"

#faberry #rachel berry #quinn fabray #rarespinecatalogue #thank you!#100 word drabble #i'm sorry but faberry having a cat named santana #TOTALLY based on santana #is making me LIVE #:D #and quinn feeling like she needs everything perfect for when judy fabray visits...#even more than what rachel needs for when her fathers visit...#oh oh oh my heart #(and okay maybe santana is more rachel's cat but STILL #quinn's the one who spoils her more shhhhhhhh)

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bardicfrustration · 2 years

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do i A) change the plot even though this is the story i want to write? B) change the character and smush them into the plot like wet playdough ? or C) just dont do it with these characters. I have other characters...? Or. D) invent a character and fix.....WAIT IM A FUCKING GENIUS OKAY BYE

#blah blah #nvmd i figured it out ans this way works even fucking better #like its still not perfect but. it works for what i wanna do #i might post a drabble im thinking in the meantime to soothe my need for attention tomorrow if i get it down in words and outta my head #cheers lads

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kingbcwser · 2 years

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tag drop go brrrr part 2

👑 | aligning our forces; we can win this fight! / Smash Bros. verse

👑 | no matter what happens; we are still family / Koopalings

👑 | you will make me more than proud in the future / Bowser Jr.

👑 | how come this was not brought to me sooner? / tagged posts

👑 | my biggest treasure / saved tag

👑 | turn it up and make it loud! / music & audio

👑 | we make a perfect duo! / dual promo

👑 | dear diary... something happened today / drabbles

#👑 | aligning our forces; we can win this fight! / Smash Bros. verse #👑 | no matter what happens; we are still family / Koopalings #👑 | you will make me more than proud in the future / Bowser Jr.#👑 | how come this was not brought to me sooner? / tagged posts #👑 | my biggest treasure / saved tag #👑 | turn it up and make it loud! / music & audio #👑 | we make a perfect duo! / dual promo #👑 | dear diary... something happened today / drabbles

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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i finally finished writing the drabble 🥳🥳

#pls that took too long 😭#but anyways it should be posted later today !#it’s a sunoo drabble 👀 hehehe #k but sunoo’s prechorus parts in future perfect still have me on my knees every time #it’s on my mind 24/7 like ?? 😭✋🏻#that was so off topic lol #em speaks #☼

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weasleyandweasley · 2 years

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Coming on for a few seconds to talk about the twins.

One) I bet when they made beaters they were so freaking proud! I’d like to imagine they wrote home (and based on my h/c that they look up to Charlie, they wrote him separately). If Molly wrote back she was proud, I bet that made their whole day.

Two) I love them. In the first book when Harry’s broom was jinxed they really tried to help him onto one of theirs, and when they couldn’t, they circled beneath him as precaution. They didn’t want him to get hurt.

#ooc #i know the twins aren’t perfect but don’t tell me they’re just bullied #they’re not bad people but they’re not perfect either #I’m still not feeling well but been reading and I love analyzing these two #still hating that google recommended me a list on why the twins are hated #but of course you don’t have to like them : )#but for me I love them #I almost wish I had it in me to write a drabble of them trying out for the beater position #alright kanami out

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rinofwater · 15 days

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Anyone know of a good source of drabble prompts for more gen-centric writing? I'm finding a lot of great ship-based stuff, which has some interesting things all its own, but for now I want to feel out writing more gen stuff :)

#fanfiction #drabbles #writing #'be the change you wanna see in the world' they say #well then let's see what i can do with this #been having a hard time getting myself to commit to the bigger fic ideas i have because im scared if i stop working on this book ill die #but i still want to do more fic writing #so little drabbles should be the perfect bite-sized things to get the juices flowing in the meantime

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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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