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Instead Of...Simple Writer's Guide by anaemicc
'How to Become a Better Writer' by @tapwrites
'50 Tips for (Fanfic) Writing' by @ao3commentoftheday
Fic Writing Advice by @radioactive-earthshine
'How to Exploit Facial Expressions' by Kathy Steinemann - absolutely check out the rest of the site too, it is a goldmine.
'Writing Inspiration and Resources' by Bryn Donovan - some digging required but there's tools here for everyone.
'World Building and Writing Advice' + a brilliant list of Prompts, Scenarios, and Dialogues by @pendarling
Writing Questions Answered Masterlist
One Stop for Writer's Character and World Building Thesaurus
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Neurodivergent Fic Writer's Advice by @bookishdiplodocus
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LitCharts Shakespeare Modern Translations
Stanford Geospatial Network Model of Roman World
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A/N: I’m excited to be writing again and to share it with others. This was fun! I hope you enjoy it. I always love stories with plenty of fun dialogue, so I hope it reflects in my writing.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, no y/n used
Warnings: 18+ only, Smut. No one’s read this but me, so mistakes may have been made lol. Praise and dirty talk.
Summary: Bucky and you are friends who enjoy pranking your fellow teammates, The Avengers. You’re stuck alone in a safe house after a mission and find yourselves in a predicament. Bucky is hot, as always.
The small cabin you were achingly drudging towards was an old safehouse. The mission that just kicked your butt was over, and you and your teammate were supposed to be picked up here by the rest of your team. The only problem was that another mission had arisen, as they frequently do, and Tony had called to let you know there would be a slight delay. “It should just be a day or two, honestly. But, we’ve got a lead that we’ve got to take now, and…” he sounded rushed and admittedly apologetic. You kind of zoned out as he relayed the information on this lead – something about a big-shot mobster with international clout making some sort of deal – and you didn’t care. You were tired and had walked miles through the woods after your getaway vehicle sputtered to a stop. Apparently, the hail of bullets that sprayed down upon you as you escaped had caused several important fluid leaks. You’d been looking forward to the ride back home on the Quinjet, but this cabin would have to do for now.
Your partner had been silent ever since you made your escape, only groaning when the car broke down. As soon as you entered, he muttered “Finally” and proceeded to guzzle three bottled waters from the stash left in the fridge. His metal hand crushed each one as he emptied it, tossing it into the small plastic basketball goal some goofball had hung above the trash can. The interior around you was so random and quaint. It was nothing like the sleek and technologically forward designs that you were used to, and none of the decor had Pepper’s special touch. You were used to living with the Avengers, and this screamed cottage-chic. You supposed that it wasn’t made to look like a hideout, so it made sense. You started checking out the ingredients in the pantry, deciding on making some quick and filling spaghetti. “How’s Italian sound, Bucky?” You held up the jar of sauce and box of noodles you’d found.
“Honestly, that sounds perfect. Do you mind if I take a quick shower while you get it started? I promise to warm us up a can of green beans when I get out…might even consider adding some salt and pepper to ‘em.” He ripped off his mud-caked shirt while he asked, causing you to quickly avert your eyes from his strong torso. “Umm, okay Gordon Ramsey, don’t show off too much. And, yes, please get out of those filthy clothes.” You turned away from him to hide your blush as you realized what you’d said. He chuckled, “Yes ma'am” as he made his way to the small bathroom in the back of the house.
A/N: I’m excited to be writing again and to share it with others. This was fun! I hope you enjoy it. I always love stories with plenty of fun dialogue, so I hope it reflects in my writing.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, no y/n used
Warnings: 18+ only, Smut. No one’s read this but me, so mistakes may have been made lol. Praise and dirty talk.
Summary: Bucky and you are friends who enjoy pranking your fellow teammates, The Avengers. You’re stuck alone in a safe house after a mission and find yourselves in a predicament. Bucky is hot, as always.
The small cabin you were achingly drudging towards was an old safehouse. The mission that just kicked your butt was over, and you and your teammate were supposed to be picked up here by the rest of your team. The only problem was that another mission had arisen, as they frequently do, and Tony had called to let you know there would be a slight delay. "It should just be a day or two, honestly. But, we've got a lead that we've got to take now, and..." he sounded rushed and admittedly apologetic. You kind of zoned out as he relayed the information on this lead -- something about a big-shot mobster with international clout making some sort of deal -- and you didn't care. You were tired and had walked miles through the woods after your getaway vehicle sputtered to a stop. Apparently, the hail of bullets that sprayed down upon you as you escaped had caused several important fluid leaks. You'd been looking forward to the ride back home on the Quinjet, but this cabin would have to do for now.
Your partner had been silent ever since you made your escape, only groaning when the car broke down. As soon as you entered, he muttered "Finally" and proceeded to guzzle three bottled waters from the stash left in the fridge. His metal hand crushed each one as he emptied it, tossing it into the small plastic basketball goal some goofball had hung above the trash can. The interior around you was so random and quaint. It was nothing like the sleek and technologically forward designs that you were used to, and none of the decor had Pepper's special touch. You were used to living with the Avengers, and this screamed cottage-chic. You supposed that it wasn't made to look like a hideout, so it made sense. You started checking out the ingredients in the pantry, deciding on making some quick and filling spaghetti. "How's Italian sound, Bucky?" You held up the jar of sauce and box of noodles you'd found.
"Honestly, that sounds perfect. Do you mind if I take a quick shower while you get it started? I promise to warm us up a can of green beans when I get out...might even consider adding some salt and pepper to 'em." He ripped off his mud-caked shirt while he asked, causing you to quickly avert your eyes from his strong torso. "Umm, okay Gordon Ramsey, don't show off too much. And, yes, please get out of those filthy clothes." You turned away from him to hide your blush as you realized what you'd said. He chuckled, "Yes ma'am" as he made his way to the small bathroom in the back of the house.
You hummed a tune as you filled up a pot with water and thought about the water that was making its way down the planes of Bucky's body right now. You dumped some back out into the sink as it overflowed, your thoughts keeping you from performing simple tasks. The noodles were done by the time he returned to the kitchen, and you heard him slowly walk up behind you as you were getting ready to drain them. "Here, doll, let me help. Oh, and don't you dare laugh. Just avert your eyes if you need to." He carefully grabbed the hot, heavy pot from your hands and proceeded to drain the water into the sink. You get a good look at him and let out an embarrassingly loud laugh, unable to catch your breath at the sight before you. Bucky just sets the pot down and does a little twirl as he rolls his eyes. "Ha, ha, ha. I know it's terribly funny, doll, but I swear this was the best of the four choices I was forced to make." Your eyes roam over his super-soldier body, which is currently adorned in a blue muumuu with a delicate yellow flower print. You finally catch your breath, "You've got to be kidding me. Why the hell would they stock a safe house with muumuus?"
He rolls his eyes, "I have a feeling this was all Stark. I doubt they're even on another mission, I think he's just fucking with us. I don't care at this point, I just want to eat and rest. I'll chew him out tomorrow."
Looking down at your dirty clothes, you realize there's no way you can sleep like this. "Ugh, I guess I have to accept my fate, too. Can you dump the sauce on the noodles and make your famous green beans while I clean off real quick? I'll just be a few minutes."
"Yeah, go for it. There's not a washer, but I'll handwash our clothes after we eat so we can hang them to dry. I'm not giving anyone else a chance to see me in this."
As he gets to work on finishing the meal, you head to the tiny bathroom. The heady aroma of Bucky's scent and soap washes over you, and you shiver under the hot stream. You swear he was going to drive you crazy. You and Bucky had a natural friendship from the start. He wasn't one to open up to new people easily, but something about your personalities just meshed. You often annoyed the team with your inside jokes and small pranks you'd pull on them. They were always harmless, just silly things like the time you replaced all of the spoons with gag spoons that had holes in them, or when you switched all of Tony's boxers with Natasha's lingerie...oh. Suddenly, your situation made a lot more sense. That happened months ago, and Tony laughed it off like it was nothing. Now you had to set some ground rules for the prank war that was sure to start. The first rule is to keep it at home.
You quickly finished cleaning up and wandered into the only bedroom in your towel. When you opened the closet door, you were confronted with three muumuus of varying colors. You grabbed one at random and went to the drawers to hopefully find some underwear. The first drawer was full of socks, so you checked the other three to find... more socks. There wasn't any underwear, and all of yours and Bucky's clothes were in the bathroom, which meant he didn't have anything on underneath either. Even the fact that he was in a muumuu did nothing to quell your body's response to that thought. You swiftly pulled the garment over your head, your stomach growling loudly as the scent of dinner made its way to you.
Bucky was sitting patiently at the table in front of two steaming plates of spaghetti and green beans when you entered, and he did nothing to hide his laughter at your appearance. "Thanks for dressing up for the occasion, doll." he smiles widely, spinning his fork in the spaghetti, and taking a big bite. "Mmm, to be honest, these things are comfortable. Maybe we can get the whole crew on board for Muumuu Spaghetti Mondays or something."
"Yeah, we can get a red, white, and blue one for Steve. I'm sure he'll go for it." As you imagine the formidable Avengers in muumuus, your shoulders shake with silent laughter. Bucky and you take a few moments to eat without filling the space with words.
The image of Tony flying around with a muumuu flapping wildly in the wind fills your mind, and you speak up, "By the way, I can't believe I forgot about what we did to Tony a few months back...of course this is all him."
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to remember. He's probably going to show up any minute so he can snap a picture and," Bucky's words stopped mid-sentence as the lights all went off suddenly, "speak of the devil." He quickly got up and went outside, looking for a sign of the man himself, while you picked up your plate and headed to the door, still shoveling spaghetti into your mouth. The night was exceptionally dark, as the moon and stars were covered by dense clouds. There was no sign of the Quinjet or a vehicle, and your eyes followed the dark shape of Bucky's figure as he searched the area. After a few minutes of quiet eating, you almost jumped as he rounded the corner of the house. "There's no sign of anyone. I checked the breaker, and it seems to just be a power outage." he huffed.
"Seems being the key word...I'm calling him." You carefully made your way back to the table to deposit your plate, quickly hitting Tony's name in your phone. He didn't answer but sent you a text a few seconds later.
Sry, busy. Surveillance. Sup?
Dude, the lights? Seriously? Stop fucking around.
Idk what you're talking bout.
Electricity's out at the cabin. I know you're getting us back, we found the clothes. Game's over, Tony.
Look, I g2g. Sorry bout the electricity, but it wasn't me. I take responsibility for the clothes, though. Lol.
You really on a mission?
I swear. I'm sorry, but we'll be there when we can.
K, I'm trusting you.
Good. Have fun, and take a pic of Barnes for me.
"You're not getting that picture, punk." You felt his warm breath on your neck, and goosebumps erupted over you. While texting Tony, you hadn't realized how close he had gotten. "Trust me, I wasn't about to obey him. Besides, we need to save the battery on our phones. We don't know when the power will be back on or when they'll be here to get us."
"Mmm...I guess so. Well, what now? I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly sleepy." You hear him shuffle about and rinse your plates in the sink.
"Well, it's too dark to read, we can't watch Netflix, can't play a board game. I guess we just have to entertain each other till we're ready for bed." you reach out for direction as you make your way to brush your teeth. The dark wasn't about to keep you from good dental hygiene. Thankfully, there were unopened toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste in the cabinet that you both quickly used. He held your hand and led you through the unlit hallway to the bedroom, only letting go once you were sitting on the bed. "I'll be right back, doll...just gonna clean our clothes and hang them to dry."
You reached out, quickly grasping the metal of his arm. "I'll help," you started to stand when you felt both of his hands firmly on your shoulders.
"Hey, let me do this for us. Take some deep breaths and relax, I promise I'll be back soon, ya punk."
"Okay, okay. Thank you." You took his advice, though it didn't help you relax much. The sounds of him washing in the other room mixed with the consistent thump of your heartbeat in your ears. This symphony blended with the thoughts of sleeping next to him tonight and the worry about accidentally revealing your feelings in some way. You were wound up even tighter by the time he returned.
While the weather outside was calm and cool, the temperature inside the cabin was comfortable with a slight tinge of a chill in the air. You could feel Bucky's warmth as soon as he dipped onto the bed.
You picked up one of the smaller pillows from the mismatched selection and turned it over in your hands nervously. "Well, there's a fireplace in the living room that we can use if it gets any colder...we might want to see if we can find any candles around here tomorrow, too. If they haven't returned by then."
"While you're right, let's not think about tomorrow." He placed his hand on top of the pillow you were spinning. "Are you okay, doll? You seem a bit jittery."
"Yeah, sorry. The mission is still fresh in my mind, not to mention we don't know how long we're going to be here with no power. I guess it has made me a little anxious. I know everything's going to be fine." You shifted slightly closer to him. He was sitting near the end of the bed, facing you, and you were at the head of the bed. Your eyes had slowly adjusted to the inky blackness around you, and you could make out his shape. You wished you could view the details of his face right now and see the expressions that came across it. His body heat and your blush warmed your body as you felt him come closer, your crossed legs now touching his.
"Let's play a little game to relax your mind." His smooth voice dropped down to a husky tone. "What do ya say?"
"Okay, sure. Did you have something in mind?"
"How about word association? We can take turns saying a word or name, and the other person has to say the first thing that comes to mind. I used to play it with Steve. It's so simple, but it can help get emotions out and clear your head. Wanna try?"
"I'm down. Will you start?"
"Absolutely. Okay....Tony"
"Asshole!"
He laughed heartily. "See? That felt good right?"
You nodded into the void of the room, "Yeah, it did. Umm...blanket"
"Fort. I haven't made a blanket fort since I was a kid. Potato."
"Soup... sounds good. Hard"
"Wood. Lip"
"Stick. Blue"
"Balls." he said quickly.
You laughed hard, trying to catch your breath and falling backwards onto the pillows.
"Blue balls are no laughing matter, sweetheart." You could hear the smile in his voice as he tried to avoid laughing.
"I mean, it's kind of funny that that's the first thing you thought of." You just knew he was rolling his eyes. "Okay, Buck, give me a word."
"Blow"
"Suck. Hand"
"Job." he let out a quiet laugh, "Sorry, but once a game starts getting dirty it's hard to steer it back to normal."
"S'okay, Buck, we're both adults here." You hated how breathy your voice sounded now. He was getting to you, as he always was. You suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss him, though you couldn't make out the expression on his face to help you judge the situation. The risk of losing Bucky as a close friend kept you from moving forward. You didn't want to push your romantic feelings on him, though you knew you couldn't keep them secret forever. You extended your legs beside him and reached out for his arm, needing something to anchor you in the midst of your storm of thoughts. Your fingers landed on cool metal. "Will you lay down with me? Please?"
His shadowed figure moved to your side and stretched out. "Sure. Ugh, this feels so much better. Alright, it's my turn still. Let's see, Steve."
"America." This drew a chuckle from him. "Whipped"
"Cream. Lap"
"Dance. I got a question for you, Buck. What word starts with f and ends with u-c-k?"
He paused a moment, trying to think of anything but the obvious. "I've got to be honest with you, doll. Fuck is the only word I can think of right now."
"Firetruck, Bucky! Your mind is so dirty."
"You got that right." He shifted his bare legs next to yours, causing warm, electric jolts to move up your leg to your center. "Well, doll, I'd tell you a joke about my penis, but it's too long."
"Oh, yeah? Well, do you want to hear a joke about my vagina?"
"Sure."
"Nevermind, you'll never get it."
"Is that so?"
"Mmmm...possibly."
"Baby, are you a sea lion? Cause I see you lyin' in my bed."
As turned on as you undoubtedly were, Bucky still made you laugh uncontrollably. You both giggled, trying to release the tension that had been building up since the day you met.
You caught your breath just long enough to utter, "Is that muumuu from space? Because your ass is out of this world!" Another round of chuckles erupted, only to slowly come to a stop when you felt both his warm flesh and cool metal hands cup your cheeks.
"I love to hear you laugh, doll. There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with in a tiny cabin with only muumuus to wear." You nuzzled into his touch, brushing your lips against his palm. His breath hitched, and he retreated his flesh hand quickly. You were instantly worried that you'd taken it too far, and your mouth opened to apologize when you suddenly felt his soft lips upon yours. Bucky's hand crept up the back of your head into your hair, and you moaned into the gentle kiss. You could feel his smile as you vocalized your appreciation.
He pulled back slightly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I take it that sound means this is okay with you, doll?"
"It's more than okay, Bucky." Your lips met his again, capturing his plump bottom lip between your own. The low hum of his groan ignited you both, and you both opened up, tasting each other. You were quickly drunk on Bucky; his smell, taste, and touch were all that you could focus on.
He shifted in the bed, making his way between your thighs, which spread open eagerly in anticipation of feeling him completely. "Baby, you've been driving me crazy since the day we met. Steve had to talk me out of pursuing you. He said the way I was eye-fucking you in front of our teammates was unprofessional."
"Steve said that?"
"In his own words," he let out a breathy sigh and rubbed his hard length against you, "you feel that, babe? That's what you do to me every day. Every time I watch you fight, when you stumble into the kitchen half-asleep in the mornings, or when you get mad at paperwork, it doesn't matter. I always want you, want to hold you, fuck you senseless."
"Please," you start pulling up on the flowing garment in the way of his gorgeous body, "please, let's get out of these."
"Mmm, I love how eager you are, baby." He pulled the clothing over his head in one swift motion, but stopped your hands as they pulled at your own fabric. His large hands engulfed yours, forcing you to slow your movement up your thighs.
"I can't do this if you're unsure in any way, doll. I want you for more than a night, more than a few months. This can only happen if you want to be mine as much as I want to be yours." He nuzzled his nose against yours, his mouth open so close to yours.
You tried to taste him again, but he moved just out of reach as he waited for your answer. "I've been yours, Bucky...always have been." He groaned into your mouth as your tongues met again, slowly savoring one another. He pulled the garment further up to your hips. His thumbs caressed your hips on either side before he moved them back to grab your ass. "Mmm, so soft."
You whined as he continued to slowly bring the fabric up your body, molding his hands to your sides as he went. He finally removed it, but just as you thought he would ravish you, he pulled himself back. Your collective pants of want filled the silence of the dark room. You heard him take a shaky breath as you felt his hands gently touch your cheeks, moving down your neck and the sides of your breasts before stroking your waist. The wait made your skin even more sensitive; trails of goosebumps were the evidence of his light touch. "God, I wish I could see you," he groaned.
Unable to help yourself any longer, you smoothed your palms down his chest and abs, feeling the softness of the steely muscle. You felt your heart skip a beat at the light gasps he let out as your hands explored him. As your touch traveled lower, he stopped your movement and leaned forward. "Please...everything in me wants to savor you first. You're making a mess of me, doll." His lips met yours again as he lowered himself, before kissing his way down your neck. Sharp bolts of pleasure shot through you with every touch, every kiss. He was igniting you in a way you've never felt, and the intensity you experienced with each pass of his lips was leaving you breathless. His hands molded over your breasts, and you once again relished the duality of cool and hot, soft and hard.
"You're so gorgeous and so, so responsive for me." He smoothed his fingers over your hard nipples, circling them gently and making you ache even more for him. The sensations jolted through your body, and you could feel yourself grow wetter with each caress. Bucky added his soft tongue to the mix, alternating between lapping at each peak and sucking lightly. As he made his way down achingly slowly, his teeth grazed your breast and sensitive stomach.
His warm breath set you on fire, and you were torn between pulling him up for more kisses and lifting your hips to align his mouth with your core.
You felt his lips on you first, softly kissing your clit. You let out a pleased, breathy moan as he eased into it, warming you up with gentle kisses and suction. Then, his tongue swept across your clit and you yelped at the pleasure.
He hummed deep in his throat, and you felt the vibrations from his mouth on you. "Ah, fuck," you uttered, unable to hold back all the sounds he was coaxing from you. Your hands released the sheets they were gripping beneath you to grab Bucky carefully by his hair. You accidentally tugged the strands once he started moving back and forth on the perfect spot, and he groaned in pleasure.
He grabbed your thighs rougher than before, and you could feel him grind against the bed as he tasted you. You felt yourself clench tighter.
The contrast of his hands on each of your thighs heightened the sensations of his tongue. You felt as though you would burst when he lifted his head to groan, "Mmm, I've been missing out."
"Bucky, I want you in me so bad" you gripped his strands again, eager for him to enter you.
"And I want you to come first, doll," he started thrusting his tongue into you, teasing you with what he knew you wanted.
"I'm, mmm, going to explode if you don't fuck me," you shook, feeling yourself losing control as he flattened his tongue against your clit.
"Fuck yes, please explode for me."
It was easy to comply with his command as he started to swirl his tongue on the perfect spot. You gasped, and he knew you were done for. "Mmmhmm," he vocalized deeply, urging you to release for him. He pressed two fingers inside, flexing them and massaging with a skilled rhythm as his colder fingers smoothed over your nipple. Your pleasure rose and burst, rumbling through your entirety.
"So delicious..." he nipped at your quivering thighs as you came down.
You caught your breath for a moment before moving to sit up. "Please, Bucky, please let me taste you."
He groaned deeply, almost growling. "If I let you do that now, I'm done for sweetheart. Another time, I promise."
"Let me ride you then? Fuck, I need you, I want to make you feel good."
"You're already making all my dreams come true, doll" he lays down and you quickly straddle him. He's so hard and hot against your cunt, and you can't help but slowly rub yourself up and down the underside of his length. You lean forward, suddenly desperate for his taste again. He's just as ready for the kiss, leaning up to catch your lips and tongue with his own. You lose yourself for a moment as you devour each other, before Bucky's whimper alerts you to his need.
You move your hips to catch the head of his thick cock and sink down gradually, allowing yourself to both adjust to his size and fully appreciate the moment.
"That's it...you're so perfect." He twitched inside you as you sat all the way down, stilling yourself for a moment once you fully engulfed him. You stay this way, feeling full, as his hands caress your hips. He drags them down your quivering thighs, which ignites you to lift up and slowly push back down. You can feel him trembling beneath you. It's as if you're both fighting the all-consuming passion you feel inside by keeping this leisurely pace, but you want to savor your first time together and remember every second. With each gentle drag of your hips, his groans become more drawn out and louder.
Bucky breaks first. "Fuck, I've got to..." he sits up and grabs you, flipping you around to the bottom. He's shaking with need as he grips your thighs and lifts your hips before entering you. You don't know how long you can handle this new angle, it's so good and hits everything inside of you just right. He leans forward enough that your clit slides against him with every thrust, which are steady and deep.
"You're going to make me come again" you breathe out, trying to not sound as desperate as you undoubtedly are.
“That’s what I’m hoping for, doll.”
You grip his rocking hips with your thighs, trapping him against you. You’re so close and need to feel him as closely as possible while he fucks into you.
“That’s so hot, baby” he whimpered, “squeezing me like that, fuck. I’ll stay here as long as you need, sugar.”
He leans down to nip at your ear, groaning “I only want to here between your luscious thighs, baby. Need your cunt, yeah, need you like this all the time. So perfect for me…” Bucky's words turn into moans and whimpers mixed with your name.
You could feel him swelling inside you, his hips wildly thrusting now. Your own end was blossoming throughout your body, quickly building. “Cum inside me, Bucky, it’s safe. Please.”
His groans came out with every movement now, and the sound of Bucky coming undone made you get there first. Your thighs trembled against him as your orgasm took over your muscles, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. At the peak of your bright, spasming pleasure, you felt the heat of Bucky’s cum filling you. He looked euphoric as he gasped and fucked into you with a few more powerful strokes as you both let go of everything together.
Bucky took a moment to catch his breath, then gently brought his face close to yours, kissing your lips and neck reverently. “You're finally all mine…needed you for so long…” He mumbles against your skin as he stays inside of you, your bodies still together. You spread your fingers over his beating heart and doze off happily.
You drift slowly out of a comfortable dream as the dance of light is perceived through your closed eyes. You feel so warm, so safe. As you shift, you feel Bucky move to pull you closer, and you smile.
It’s too cozy to get up or even to open your eyes, so you just nuzzle closer to him, feeling his bare skin against yours. He drags his fingers through your hair and you feel him sit up slightly. His touch moves down your neck and shoulders. “Fuck, you're gorgeous, baby. You open your eyes to meet his heated gaze as it drifts over your body. Something about the moment feels otherwordly, like you’re both still dreaming, but as you hear the quick turn of the door handle and the click of a camera, you both turn your eyes to see Tony himself.
“Oh shit…um, guys, hang back. DO NOT COME IN, I repeat, DO NOT COME IN!” He quickly backs away and runs outside as you hear the Quinjet landing. Bucky and you stay frozen for a minute as you hear him take off outside.
Bucky takes a deep breath. “He doesn't even know what's coming to him, now. And don't worry, doll. Tony Stark's not going to get a free nude from either of us.”
You give him a soft kiss as you both stand up to get ready for the ride home. “I can think of a few ways to get him back, Bucky. You?”
“Of course, doll. Let's discuss this in your room when we get back?”
“Can I use the whiteboard?”
He laughs as you pull on your clothing. “Yes. You could even make a PowerPoint if you want, baby.”
“Thanks, Bucky. At least he didn’t get an embarrassing picture of us in muumuus….right?”
Summary: You and Bucky have been doing the flirty friends dance for a while now, the tension building but when nothing seems to progress any further you accept a date from another guy...
Author's Note: So I was just thinking about the hotness of dry humping and when you just have to find release in the moment and all that and I love the whole friends to lovers trope. There isn't a ton of back story here but it's the usual. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
He’s standing in the doorway of his apartment in nothing but sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His hair is mussed and falling over his forehead, and you can smell the soap on his skin.
You try to keep your eyes trained on his face.
“I’m sure,” he says as he takes your hand and leads you into his apartment. “I’ve been up for a while.”
He rubs the back of his neck and glances at you as you take off your jacket.
“So, are you going to tell me more about this date…that was over at what eight o’clock?” he asks teasingly.
“Maybe it was closer to nine,” you laugh.
“Doll,” he chides, still staring.
You groan and hang your jacket over the chair. “I just wasn’t…he wasn’t…”
Your words die off when you see the expression on his face. His eyes are wide, and his lips are slightly parted as his gaze moves slowly down your body.
“What?” you ask.
“What are you…did you walk all the way over here in that?”
You drop your head to look down at your clothing. “Oh.”
“I probably should have thought about that but I…I wanted to see you and…”
“It’s fine,” Bucky mumbles before he swallows hard and tries to focus on filling a glass of water.
“So…the date?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the sink.
“I guess I didn’t really want to be there. I had other things on my mind.”
“Like?” he counters.
“Likeeeeee…um.”
“Me?”
His one-word response comes out quietly and as more of a question and when his eyes meet yours they’re soft and shy and a little hopeful.
“Yeah,” you answer, looking down as you twist your hands in front of you.
“Well, in case you didn’t get the memo before, I wasn’t exactly having an easy time sleeping over here…or doing anything else for that matter.”
You look up again and meet his stare as he continues.
“I can’t concentrate on shit. Sam keeps giving me hell because I’m not focused.”
You laugh softly as you move closer. “I know exactly what you mean. I’m so wound up I can hardly sit still.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, running his hand over his hair with an exhale. “I hate that you went on a date with another guy tonight.”
“I hate it too. I don’t even know why I did,” you say quietly, inching closer. “All I kept thinking, is that I wanted it to be you.”
He closes the distance, his eyes searching every inch of your face. “I should have stopped you and told you…”
You wait for him to finish, knowing this is all new again for him.
“I don’t think... I’ve never been this distracted by anyone before,” he whispers.
You’re so close you can see the small patches of gray hairs that line his shadowed jaw and without thinking you lean in and brush your lips to his.
He sucks in a breath, and you feel him press his body against yours.
“I have no idea what we’re doing,” he admits. “But I do know that I don’t want anyone else to take you out…to kiss you…to have you.”
“Bucky…”
His name is a whispered plea, and he tilts his head and closes his eyes, moving just enough to kiss you softly.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
There is no way you could.
Instead, you reach up, slide your fingers along the back of his neck and press your lips more firmly to his.
And then he pushes forward, closer, lining up your bodies so that you can feel the hard shape of him against your stomach.
Your hand slides along his skin and you feel the solid strength of muscle in his back as he walks you backward until you fall gently onto the couch.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers against your lips.
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes and sweeps his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Me either,” you tell him, shifting until his length is pressed right between your legs.
He swears and dips back down to kiss you. Your hips roll and his face falls to your neck with a groan.
“Fuck that feels good,” he murmurs, moving with you.
The material of his sweatpants is thin and your sleep shorts even thinner and you can feel every inch of him.
Your hips press up from the couch and you give his hair a tug.
“That’s it doll,” he says. “Don’t stop.”
His mouth follows his hands everywhere and you grow more and more desperate, searching for friction as you rub against him repeatedly.
“Bucky,” you gasp.
He rocks his hips forward and against you, the perfect drag of heat and pressure just where you need it.
Your fingers twist into his hair and you feel yourself start to fall, closing your eyes as your release rushes through your body. You cry out his name and feel his hips move faster, his grip tight on your skin as he grunts into your neck when he comes.
He collapses against you, his breath warm on your skin before pushing up onto his elbows and looking down at you with a sweet, drowsy, and almost timid expression.
“Hey doll,” he says, his lips tilting into a lopsided smirk.
“Hiya Buck,” you whisper, running a hand over his hair.
“Doing that made me feel young again,” he chuckles. “Like a teenager.”
Your smile is bright as you trace the crinkle lines around his eyes. “I didn’t think that was possible.”
He feigns an appalled look and then brushes his nose to yours with a smirk.
“You just made me come in my pants. I have no control when it comes to you.”
“Is that a bad thing?” you ask with a soft smile.
“No,” he murmurs. “Definitely not.”
His large hand cradles your cheek, and he kisses your forehead, then your temple, his lips moving slowly along your skin until they meet the spot just below your ear.
“I…um…I don’t mean to run off,” he starts. “But I just want to clean up and change.”
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and you start to giggle, patting his back.
He kisses you softly once, then twice before he pushes himself up but then he pauses, hovering above you, and as if he can’t bear to leave you his body covers yours again and he kisses you with more urgency.
When he pulls away his breathing is heavy, and his eyes are hooded.
“I want to stay with you tonight Bucky,” you whisper.
He watches you for a moment, never breaking eye contact, waiting for you to change your mind.
You stare right back and wait for his answer.
“If you stay…” he starts.
You’re already nodding. “I know.”
“I’m not going to be able to have you in my bed and not…I might not be able to go slow.”
This is so many things, a tiny bit angsty and sweet and so, so hot. There’s the grey in his hair and the eye crinkles and just everything about him. He’s just so right. Not perfect, nobody is perfect, but everything I want and need.
Hello! I know, I know. It's been a long time since you've heard from me. But, I'm happy to say that I'm getting to a good place creatively. I'm playing music again, and I'm starting to write again. I'm excited about things again. And that's a big step in the right direction. That being said, I'll probably start off releasing some one-shots from time to time. I'm trying to live this life in a positive, creative way, and I want to share that with people. 💚
Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Crowley x OFC (can be read as reader insert)
Series Masterlist
Chapter Warnings: Language. Subdrop. Discussion of magic. Nothing offensive.
A/N: Oof. (That seems to be my favorite word so far this year.) I’ve heard the first 3 to 5 chapters are the hardest to write, and damn son, I don’t disagree. Fun fact, this chapter marks the first in my fic career (lol) to feature TWO major-player OCs. Enjoy!
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That’s the price you pay
Leave behind your heart and cast away
Just another product of today
Rather be the hunter than the prey
Imagine Dragons, “Natural”
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The house was just as I left it the night before. The fire had burned down and the sunlight through the windows rendered the lights I had left on useless, and looking around it was easy to believe last night never happened. Even the glass of wine he left sitting on the coffee table could have been mine…
I felt warm and unsettled. Was that still the spell? Clearing my throat, I called out, “Katie? Katie?” I stepped out of the living room and stood at the foot of the stairs, letting my voice echo. “Hecate!”
There was silence, but a motion in my periphery made me turn my head in time to see a streak of black fur hurry down the stairs and rush toward me. A sleek, lithe cat, tail aloft and eyes glowing, winding herself around my ankles and purring while a soft voice sounded in my head. I called for you all night! I was worried sick!
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I had no idea, I never heard you.”
Do you know where you were?
“Hell? Maybe?”
She yowled loudly in distress. What happened?
Hey guys, I got something for you…I hope you’re gonna like it…
Ten years. No more, no less. But now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Crowley x OFC
Warnings: READ THE WARNINGS. HEED THE WARNINGS. Smut. Like, SMUT. Language. Fear play. Breath play. Fingering. Electrostimulation. Sadomasochism. Praise kink. Voice kink. Bondage. Impact play. Knife play. Blood play. Rough sex. Some dub-con undertones. Can’t stress enough how risky some of this is, so remember to read up on “Safe, Sane, Consensual” and don’t try this at home. Seriously. Don’t like, don’t read. Hallelujah, praise Chuck, let’s get this show on the road!
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One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on, now
Take a chance
That’s right, let’s dance
Metallica, “Devil’s Dance”
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My pulse was too quick to count the beats and my head was spinning out of control. Crowley smiled at me one more time and grabbed hold of my wrist, and then we were…gone. There was a brief moment when I ceased to exist as a being unto myself, my corporeal form dissolving into the fabric of space, then I was whole again. Though when I looked around me, I wasn’t in my living room anymore. I wasn’t sure what I expected Hell to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The penthouse suites in the high rise hotels I’d spent my last week in weren’t as swanky as this.
We were in a foyer with marble-tiled flooring that gave way to gleaming hardwood and plush carpets. It looked to be part reception hall, part sitting room, lounge seating at one end and an elegant piano at the other. The walls were hung with art; on closer look, the paintings and photos were either familiar pieces with slight corruptions or, in some cases, the originals themselves, and I could only guess how those ended up in Crowley’s collection. The far wall was nothing but glass, a wide, seamless window with curtains pulled back to reveal a distorted view outside, though on our arrival Crowley snapped his fingers and the curtains drew shut.
“It’s a…nice place you have here,” I commented lightly, trying not to sound scared or eager.
“It pays to be in charge, love,” he told me. He slid off his overcoat and flung it onto a coat stand I was quite sure hadn’t been there the entire time, hands sliding into his pockets as he strolled farther into the room. The arrogance that usually surrounded him had shifted. He emanated power, grace, control, and the danger he accused me of craving. Seeing the change that came over him as soon as we stepped into his domain, I had to admit how right he was, though it didn’t stop the fear stirring inside me. Here, he was in control, and he could do whatever he wanted to me.
“Now, then,” he said, turning to look at me, still standing agape in the foyer, “why don’t we see how well you negotiate?”
Ten years. No more, no less. But now the clock has run out, and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Crowley x OFC
Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Heavy BDSM. Violence. Angst. Fluff. Crowley being Crowley.
Whew, it’s time! First of all, I can’t believe I’m doing this! Second, this was going to be just a one-shot, then a two-parter, now it’s gonna be multi-chaptered and I think my head is gonna explode. Third, I’m scared to death and I’m rambling, so let’s get this show on the road!
Chapter warnings: language, talk of Hell, demons, damnation, canon-typical stuff. Nothing to offend the youth. Yet.
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It’s a sin with no name
Like a hand in a flame
And our senses proclaim
It’s a dangerous game
Jekyll and Hyde, “Dangerous Game”
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I had my favorite dress on, a glass of wine in my hand while my favorite album played on the stereo. I had spent the past week in a haze of indulgence; fancy hotels, spa days, fantasy travel destinations, all was fair game for six days and nights before I went back to my own house to say goodbye to what friends I had left, then enjoy the comfort of my own home. While I could, that is.
There was no need to watch the clock. I had timed the music down to the very second. The last song would finish playing the instant my time ran out. Ten years, exactly. No more. No less.
Maybe I should have been scared–well, more scared. These would be my last moments on Earth…but I didn’t want them spoiled by fear. There would be eternity for that soon enough. Right now, the wine was sweet, the dress made me feel fabulous, and the music was like a cherished friend come to visit. For last moments, I think I could have done worse.
The last note faded out, and I took one last breath…
Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader, Eleven/Jane Hopper
Words: 5,599
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY
A/N: This story was inspired by these requests:
@countryfire2 - “Can you do an imagine where hopper and the reader are getting it in than Jane interrupts them Smut/Fluff Please”
anon - “eeeeeeeeeeee i rlly can’t resist……….. 21 with hopper”
@sithlordslut - “1, 21, & 31 with Hopper for the smutty prompts!”
anon - “Ok so 11 and 16 with Hopper pls”
(1. “Teasing isn’t very nice, sweetheart.”, 11. “Take a risk, sweetheart.”, 16. “I am the only one who is allowed to touch you like that.” 21. “You need to stop sweetheart. you’re gonna get yourself into trouble.” 31. “you’re playing a dangerous game.”)
Thank you so much!
This story contains swearing, dirty talk, unprotected, semi-public and mildly rough sex, and use of the word ‘slut’ in a non-derogatory manner.
You just know when it's written by flamehairedwritings that it's gonna be wonderful...and it was. I loved the frustration, the hot dialogue, and the moment of release being mixed in with the possibility of being caught. ❤
Hey hon! I read a couple of your Hopper stories and just started A Summer With Hopper. You're a fantastic writer. I think you have his voice down! I was wondering if I could be tagged in your Hopper fics. Hope you have a great week :)
Hey! Thank you so much! I just added you to my tag list. :) Seriously, though, thank you so much for reading.
Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader, Officer Callahan, Officer Powell, Random Drunk Man
Words: 5,714
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY
A/N: I start 2018 as I mean to go on. The title for this story was taken from the song ‘Good Girl, Bad Woman’ by Tape Five and although I started working on this a couple of weeks ago I’ve now incorporated two anonymously requested prompts into it:
3. ‘beg for it’
48. ‘are you gonna be good and do as you’re told’
so I hope the two anons enjoy!
This story contains a drunk stranger coming on to you, swearing, handcuffs, dirty talk, mild spanking, mild choking, and rough and unprotected sex.
God, I loved every part of this. The freaking singing? Hilarious. The Chief in charge? Yes, please. Like seriously, arrest me. The deliciously dirty dialogue? Just turn me into mush, why don't ya. ❤
If ur still making fics then I would definitely enjoy being tagged in them whenever they r released. Please and thank you. (P.s. That's some nice stuff u write. Amazing, to say the least.)
I'm definitely still making fics. 😊 I'll add you to my tag list. Thanks so much for reading.
So. I just read New Year’s Eve and I think I might actually be in love with you! All the best for the New Year you talented beauty! ❤️
Aww, thank you so much! That was incredibly sweet...I shall blame you for the smile that's stuck on my face now. 😁 I wish you everything wonderful in this new year. ❤
