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Warnings: teasing, getting handsy, almost a handjob but not quite there, suggestive/language, let's not call HR, okay? This is a teacher x teacher fic. If you think there's a student involved just because high school is mentioned, please kindly go away 🙃
Author's Note: So I was taking a class and one of the prompts had me "role-playing" a scenario where a "Mr. Barnes had to intervene a fight" and well...it turned into this. 🤷♀️ I could never teach high school, but I might be convinced if I had coworkers that looked like Bucky 😂 Mistakes are my own.
Long time no see. Just checking up on tumblr. See y’all next month with another piece from the drafts. Lol
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Divider by @happygowriting 💕
High school was always the bane of your existence. Everyone was so “clique-ish” and always huddled down their own hallway. The jocks were never caught without some sort of ball in their hand, throwing it back and forth across the hall. The nerds were geeking out every Monday about their new Magic the Gathering cards they bought over the weekend or playing games of their own. The band kids were found making out behind the vending machines or practicing in the band room, where everyone heard as they got off the buses in the morning. You eventually found your own group of friends, but your days were always the same.
Get up, go to school, tread through classes, eat your lunch, tread a little more, go home.
And repeat.
Many of the classes also bored you half to sleep. There were very few you actually enjoyed, and maybe a handful of teachers you were actually going to miss. But once graduation came, you tossed your cap in the air with the only thought of good riddance.
You went off to college the following fall. You experimented. Found yourself. Fell in love. Graduated once again. Got married. The experience was a lot better than you ever thought it would be. But of course, after all was said and done, you found yourself back where you thought you’d never be again.
High school.
It had been almost a decade since you graduated, but you had found a love in teaching the older grades. More specifically, Advanced Comp for seniors. You were able to combine two of your passions into one and you actually enjoyed it.
You had such a welcoming classroom and any student that knew you, past, present, or even in passing, respected the hell out of you. You were patient with your struggling writers and knew exactly how to challenge your higher-thinking students. You made the class engaging and it was always the highlight of someone’s day.
All the seniors on your roster loved your class and all the younger students wanted to be in your class. It was a rewarding feeling and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself.
The only downside of your day was that your planning period was towards the end, sixth period out of seven. You’d prefer it first thing in the morning, or as your very last period, but it is what it is.
Heading to the mailroom during this time on a Friday, you caught sight of two of your students, John and Peter, and the school’s new PE Coach, Bucky Barnes, outside of the gym. Your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see what was going on. John was a tall, blonde athletic kid. He was a little arrogant, but his writing took you by surprise when he turned it in. Peter on the other hand, was much smaller in statue, but was also one of the smartest and most kind students in your class. He was so sweet; he would never hurt a spider.
“Now explain to me, why did you trip Walker?” Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as his eyes bounced between the two troublemakers.
“What’s going on here? You tripped John?” your head snapped to Peter, but his eyes were glued to his shoes.
“Afternoon, ma’am. Just trying to figure that out is all,” Bucky’s voice called your attention to him, and you saw the slight smile on his face before it disappeared once more. He eyed the boys and asked Peter to continue with his side of the story.
“Walker was picking on MJ and wouldn’t leave her alone, basically teasing her. So, I may or may not have tripped him, and then he ran me down and started hitting me. I tried to block a few punches, but that’s when Coach Barnes saw us and pulled us apart. Walker told him that I started it,” finally looking up, and meeting your gaze, you catch sight of the nasty bruise that was forming on Peter’s cheek.
“You let this happen?” you glanced at Bucky, furious that he hadn’t done anything about it.
“Well, when you’re in the middle of making sure eighty other children aren’t throwing dodgeballs at heads or below the belt, it takes a minute before we can get to the bottom of a situation.”
“I am very disappointed in you both,” you glared at the teenagers. This time, they’re both looking at the ground. That was the last way they wanted you to feel about them. “John, you will take Peter to the nurse and tell her exactly what happened. On Monday, you both will be serving detention before and after school and will receive an extra writing assignment for homework. You are seniors for god’s sake, almost adults. You better start acting like one. Do you understand me?”
The boys mumbled a yes ma’am and started walking. You heard some soft chatter about what sounded like the new episode of Squid Games, so you turned your body back towards the other adult in the conversation. He was looking at you with what might have been concern, not for you, but the two boys you just sent off.
“Why don’t you come into my office for a minute? Coach Wilson can handle the class for a couple of minutes without me.”
You followed him into his office and sunk into the chair across from his desk. You heard the door lock behind you, and the shutter of the blinds to close. Footsteps were made to the mini fridge behind his desk, and you eye the bottles of water.
“Would you like one, doll?” he pulled two out and started to hand one off to you. You accept the offer and take a couple of sips, enough to cool down a bit. He stood in front of you, sitting against his desk, looking over you. “I think you might have gone overboard with the punishment.”
“I did not go overboard! You should have yelled at them! You need to document it!”
Bucky stuck his hands out towards you, beckoning for you to come to him. You placed the bottle on the floor and stood up, placing your hands in his. He pulled you into a warm embrace as you laced your fingers behind his back. Your head laid on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
“Mrs. B. Did you forget to grab your lunch again? Or was last night’s rendezvous too much and you just didn’t get enough sleep?” Bucky questioned softly, running his hands through your hair.
“I may or may not have forgotten my lunch again, Mr. B...” you mumbled into his chest, this time averting your gaze from his.
“Baby. Why didn’t you come get something from my office? You know I have snacks laying around. I don’t care if you come in while I’m out on the court with the kids.”
“I lost track of time, putting in grades so I wouldn’t have to this weekend, and then there were the emails about the upcoming festival and after school activities they needed volunteers for and-”
Cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours, you felt your eyes close and just enjoy the moment. The way Bucky’s hands had found their way to cup your cheeks, and yet pull your body further into his, made a lot of the frustrations you didn’t know you had, melt away.
“Man. Who knew that working with your husband had its perks,” you giggled, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes. Your hands slipped up into his sweatshirt, feeling every dip and ridge of his abdomen.
“You’re playing a dangerous game there, Mrs. B. I don’t want to have to contact HR for this behavior,” he chuckled, running his hands down your sides and back up to the buttons on your blouse.
“My behavior? I don’t know what behavior you could be talking about, Mr. B. I’ve been a good girl today,” your fingers feather down to the front of his sweatpants, where you notice the bulge beginning to grow. You soon found yourself palming him, eliciting low moans and groans from his lips into the small office. “In fact, I think I deserve my own reward for being so good this week. Got anything in the treasure box I might enjoy?” Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, fingers grabbing the other side of his briefs and brushing against the upper part of his cock.
You felt him twitch beneath your fingers as you began to pull down his bottoms. Unfortunately for him, the bell had rung. A few of his usual curse words fell from his lips before you tugged him closer for one last kiss.
“I guess those dodgeballs on the court aren’t the only blue ones around here now. I’ll see you when you get home, Mr. B,” you slipped from his grasp and smoothed the front of your blouse down. You grabbed your water bottle, a bag of chips from his stash, and made your way out the door.
Bucky couldn’t be more thankful that this was his planning period, so he didn’t have to deal with students for the rest of the day. The only planning he could focus on though was what he was going to do to you when you got home tonight.
Warnings: implied smut?, Reader will endure the cold in their nice warm bed vs. a nasty train. Lmao, lots of alliteration
Author's Note: I came across a list of prompts for January. Haven't decided if I want to try and do all of them, but I think it would be good practice for moodboards and even just getting the chance to just jot something down when I can. Mistakes are my own.
@chaoticfandomstuff Come get your man or I’m keeping him 🥵
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Divider by @happygowriting 💕
Frosty. Frigid. Frozen Temperatures.
The sun begins to peek above the horizon, rays of sunlight shining through the trees, over the buildings, and between the blinds.
Brisk. Biting. Below freezing.
The sheets, comforter, and quilt sprawled across your bed fail to get the job done.
This is it. This is how I go. Not with a bang, but with a- oh.
Toasty. Thermal. Temptations.
A warmth begins to envelope your body, first around your stomach, along your back, then intertwined with your legs.
“Cold, baby?”
You sink back into the touch that saved you from frost bite once again, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Much better. Thank you, my love.”
Lips left little nips along the length of your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Oh, baby. Looks like I’m gonna have to find another way to warm you up,” his large, calloused hand that once caressed your side, began moving down your hip and between your thighs.
Author's Note: Congrats again to @happygowriting for your milestone! Prompt is bolded I did have to switch it around for grammatical reasons. I hope you enjoy this little piece and I can’t wait for more challenges to come 💖 Mistakes are my own.
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Date nights were always your favorite nights with your boyfriend. Before you moved in together, many a times they were your average ‘movie and dinner’ nights, or maybe competing in mini-golf or getting competitive in bowling. But after a few years, and once the two of you decided to move in together, date nights had to get a little more creative and a little less expensive. Thankfully, social media came to the rescue.
You saw a TikTok once where a couple would do an at-home ‘movie and dinner’, but it was Disney inspired. This means that you two would make a dinner based on whatever movie you would watch that night. Tonight happened to be The Little Mermaid.
Bucky helped with the main dish of salmon and crab.
“RIP Sebastian,” you teared up, while he just rolled his eyes at you. You giggled and got the shrimp appetizer ready and the macaroons finished up. Afterwards, you pulled out your go to bottle of wine and got the glasses ready. You had found a drinking game online earlier in the day, hoping to make the movie more engaging, more so for Bucky than you. You enjoyed Disney movies, but it’s taken some time for him to warm up to them.
But boy, did the game help.
Some of the rules were fairly simple.
‘Take a drink every time Ariel picks up a human item she doesn’t understand.’
‘Take a drink every time Flounder is visibly scared.’
At least it was simple enough until you had to ‘Take a drink every time you hear the phrase “Under the Sea”.’
You didn’t realize that phrase was said nineteen times in the song alone. So to say you were past being tipsy at this point was an understatement.
Bucky, being the responsible one, replaced your glass of wine with a glass of water about when “Kiss the Girl” came on screen, but still enjoyed your commentary throughout the rest of the movie. By the time the credits were rolling, you were going off and speaking your mind not that he ever complained when you did.
“How could she do something so irresponsible like that? She knew the guy for like three days and she couldn’t even talk to him and isn’t she supposed to be like sixteen or something? How could Triton let her get married to some random human? I bet she didn’t even know his favorite color or if he snored at night or his shoe size!” You were pacing back and forth in front of Bucky, while he stifled his laughter. He knew you were going to feel the repercussions in the morning, but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company when you went on rants like this.
“Okay. Hear me out. What if it was love at first sight?” Bucky questioned, taking a sip of his own water.
You stopped in your tracks and glanced back at him. “There’s no way. That’s only a myth. I bet it took you months before you realized how much you actually liked me.” Hands crossed against your chest, you eye the handsome man on your couch.
You noticed the lopsided smile grow on his face, as his hands reached out to you. You made your way to his bubble, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“Would you believe me if I said that I knew you were the one for me when I first saw your face?” He kissed your cheek, followed by the tip of your nose.
Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember the first time you and Bucky had met.
“Didn’t you first see me when you walked into the bathroom and I was passed out in Nat’s lap at Steve’s birthday bash all those years ago?”
You felt the laughter rumble beneath you as he pulled you in closer. “Is that what she told you happened? If we’re going to get all technical, I first saw you when I walked into his living room and you were cracking jokes with Nat earlier that night. I don’t know what you two were talking about but when I saw you and that beautiful smile of yours, I knew you were the one. You can even ask Steve. I told him later that night after everyone had left. ‘She’s the one.’ I mean. He was kinda skeptical too, and honestly, I thought you and Nat were together at the time because you were inseparable. That’s why it took me so long to make a move on you.”
You threw your head back with a loud laugh, and almost fell backwards into the couch. Thankfully, his arms were tight enough around you to keep you upright. “You thought Nat and I were together? I thought you and Sam were together! That’s why I never made a move on you!” Bucky joined in with his own laughter, filling the room with a joy you never knew until you had met him.
You smiled back at him, lacing your fingers behind his neck. “And to think, we could’ve gotten together a lot sooner if neither one of us thought the other was taken.”
He cupped your face with his metal hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “I believe things happen for a reason, and that they happen when they are supposed to.” You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, with nothing but the good things he’s brought into your life popping up inside your mind.
“I’m just glad these things did happen, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Bucky, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Warnings: (18+) just smut, no plot, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, suggestive/language, orgasm denial
Author's Note: Idk. I just really liked the board I made and just kind of head-cannoned what would happen if Bucky noticed a hole where it shouldn't be. I also guess you could imagine any Bucky, but mob!Bucky just came to mind for this piece. This may or may not have come from recent experience. Finding unwarranted holes in new underwear is the worst. Even more so, not having a Bucky there to make the hole bigger kinda sucks as well. Mistakes are my own.
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Divider by the talented @happygowriting 💕
➵ You just got out of the shower, getting ready for your monthly girl’s night out, slipping into your new, black, lacy bra and matching panties.
➵ Bucky, your husband and most feared mob boss of the city, walks in the bedroom. “What are you getting all dressed up for, doll?”
➵ “Just meeting the girls tonight, baby, that’s all.”
➵ You walk up and Bucky takes your hand, twirling you around. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands following your curves to your hips.
➵ He glanced over your shoulder into the mirror to admire your back side. “Baby, you know there’s a hole in the ass, right?”
➵ You glance over your shoulder and mutter a few expletives under your breath. “Fuck me. I just bought these yesterday too!”
➵ “With pleasure, baby.” Bucky spins you around so that you’re facing the mirror, his hand dipping into the front of your panties.
➵ “What’s got you so wet, baby girl?” Bucky finger fucks you to heaven and back. Well almost.
➵ You’re on the brink of cumming as you buck yourself into his hand, feeling his rings rub against your sensitive little bud, but he decides to deny you your release and removes his thick fingers.
➵ He bends your body over the bed and rips the brand-new panties, making the hole even bigger. Guess there’s no returning them now.
➵ He kneels down so he can taste you from behind, not letting a single drop go to waste.
➵ His tongue working wonders, doing the thing that drives you fucking crazy. You’re so close to that orgasm, but alas…
➵ Denied.
➵ “Bucky. Please.”
➵ He flips you over, back against the bed, and he pulls his hardened cock out and starts to run it up and down your quivering slit. “Remind me, doll. Who buys you all these pretty little sets?”
➵ “You do.” The head of his cock sits at your entrance, not making any moves.
➵ “And who can rip them apart whenever he pleases?”
➵ “You can.” Your voice shakes with the feeling of him barely rocking his hips. You try to buck your hips into him, but his hands hold you down, leaving imprints of the many rings along his fingers into your lower stomach.
➵ “One last question, doll. Who owns this sweet little pussy?”
➵ “You.” As soon as that word fell from your lips, he’s pounding every bit of him into you.
➵ Every
➵ Last
➵ Inch
➵ His hand slides up your body, between the valley of your chest, and grabs on to your throat, keeping your eyes on his. “You wanna cum, baby girl, I need those pretty eyes of yours on me. Got it?”
➵ You are nothing but a whimpering and writhing mess, but your eyes lock with his darkened baby blues.
➵ “You wanna cum baby?”
➵ All you can do is nod your head.
➵ “Use your words pretty girl.” His hand grasping harder around your throat.
➵ A simple and almost inaudible please is all you can mutter out.
It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)
I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.
When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.
An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.
Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.
It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.
Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.
Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.
Recs 4 is a compilation of all the fics I’ve reblogged for 2022. Created this to not only share the wonderful works made by these amazing authors, be it the simplest of their works, but because I also a lot of rereading of my faves so it’s a win-win!
Newly added works and authors will be tagged while previously added works and authors will be linked because the tags and this post itself shows an error when saving. If the new works are made by the same author, I can only tag 1 and link the others so tumblr can still allow me to tag other writers.
All works linked here are completed unless stated otherwise or I wasn’t aware that it is in progress. All fics are arranged alphabetically because I like it neat that way lmao
ATTN: Minors, heed the warnings on each fic. YOU are responsible for what you consume on this website. DON’T let the warnings go over your heads!
This blog reblogs 18+ content. This fic rec contains 18+ content.
For reference:
Title - Author/Writer
Work and/or blog with strikethrough means that it cannot be found or has deactivated (I think one of the reason for this is “The Great Tumblr Purge”) :(
X means untitled work, unless I was not aware that there was a title (please message me to correct it!)
Please feel free to correct me if you see any errors or blogs that changed their URLs so I can update this, and to the authors, thank you! <3 (also I feel like I’ve basically recommended your whole masterlist lol!)
Updated: 5 February 2022 (Will still be updating this by the end of Feb!)
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Alcohol You Later - bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Alpine’s Murder Strut - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Ask Her Out - @bxcketbarnes
Bad Blood - @samthemarvelfan
Bucky Meets your Ex Boyfriend - @bucky-bucket-barnes
Chain Around My Neck - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Dreamscape - @wkemeup
Echoes - @gyllenwaynesbitch
Grouch - @buckysfaveplum
Helping Hand - bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Keep Warm - bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Keep You Warm - @heavenlybarnes
Numb - @samthemarvelfan
Perfection in the Accident - @aphrogeneias
Something Like Forever - @majestyeverlasting
Start Over - chouettedubois
Starved - bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
That’s My Girl - bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
The Problem - @19ana45
Visits - @drysdale-barnes
Would You believe Me? - @anotherwritersblog
X - @bonky-n-steeb
This section contains 18+ content as warned by the writers on their posts.
THANK YOU to all of those who took place in my writing challenge! Below are links to all of the stories that were submitted! Give all the authors some love and be sure to reblog their work!
** indicates smut
wait for me** by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog SamBucky
The Game by @evanstan-hoe Frank(EB) x Female Reader
Would You Believe Me? By @anotherwritersblog Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
One Bed** by @steveng-rogers (Andy Barber x Female Reader)
Is this goodbye?** By cametobuyplums on AO3 (Charles Blackwood x Female Reader)
Mine, All Mine** by @nano--raptor (Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader)
Thank you so much for giving us the chance to participate, my dear 💕 I can’t wait to give these others a read myself. Congrats again on the milestones! 🥰
People will have the audacity to send hate to writers and then turn around and complain that all the writers are leaving and there's no more free fan made content for them to consume.
Thank you for the ask, darling 💖 I’ll give you a couple of quotes for your roses.
Mr. B
“I guess those dodgeballs on the court aren’t the only blue ones around here now. I’ll see you when you get home, Mr. B,” you slipped from his grasp and smoothed the front of your blouse down.
Sandman
"[rest of lyrics] So go to sleep, my love,” his words lull the tiny human back to sleep, her eyes finally drifting closed. He holds her there for an extra few minutes, allowing the thunder to clap once more.
I Wanna Be Your Slave
“Last time I pinned you down, I don’t remember you grinding your hips into my crotch like that.”
Untitled
“So. I know we don’t know each other, but I need to ask a favor.”
“Sorry, but I’m all out of sugar if that’s why you’re over here,” you saw a grin form on that handsome face of his and heard a lovely chuckle rumble from within.
I wrote a story but I feel like my descriptions are the weakest part. Do you have any advice for someone struggling with show don’t tell?
Your Guide to Showing and Not Telling
1) Familiarize yourself with more vocabulary.
In order to show effectively, it’s wise to have an arsenal. If you find yourself repetitively using the same words, think about real life examples of what reminds you of that specific word. This can be something in nature, an item, object, person, anything.
“He was tall.”
Meh. Any synonyms for tall? What are some things that are considered tall in the real world? Trees, skyscrapers, stilts, lampposts, ladders... hmm.
“As we stood on the street, he loomed over me like a lamppost in the night.”
Now your description not only shows the reader that he is tall, but it also grounds the reader to a setting and adds a threatening, eerie mood.
2) When you read, highlight or take notes on where you observe the author showing instead of telling.
This will not only inspire you to write, but will fill your arsenal with interesting vocabulary to help with showing in your own story.
3) Why is showing so important? Can I never tell?
Showing is important because it paints a picture in the readers mind. A major purpose of fiction is to place the audience in a world where they can use their imagination. Telling too much can make your reader feel like an observer of the story, while showing puts them right in the heart of it.
However, telling has it's place in a novel and not every single thing needs to be shown. A good story has a mixture of showing and telling (probably more showing though of course), and as the author you decide when you do which. Major scenes should probably be rich in showing details, while minor quick descriptions could do just fine with some things being told.
4) Don't show and tell in the same sentence
This might be considered a stylistic thing, but it's definitely not necessary to show and tell at the same time. This can clutter your text. Your descriptions should be strong enough that you don’t need to tell the reader what they just read.
"Bad" (showing): "He was really tall."
Better (showing and telling): "He was really tall, always having to dip his head below the door frame."
Best (showing): "He dipped below the door frame and everyone in the room looked up at him."
I put "bad" in quotation marks because I don't like saying that telling is bad, because that's not always the case as mentioned above. Rules are just guidelines in writing, and once you fully understand why the rules exist in the first place, you can begin to bend them.
5) Sensory Details
If you find yourself always telling instead of showing, try to think of the five senses. What does your character hear, taste, see, feel or smell?
“Bad”: The manor was old and creepy.”
Better: “The manor was wrapped in yellowing wallpaper and wine stained rugs. Candice was careful not to step on one of the many splintered floorboards as she made her way upstairs. She paused for a moment, the wooden step loose beneath her foot and listened to the low hum of the furnace and the howling of the wind.”
Make sure not to overload the reader, though. We all know there is such a thing as too much details.
6) Give your characters props/items
When we get angry, we punch walls, break plates and throw things. (Okay, maybe not all of us). When we’re happy, we pick up our cats and twirl them around. My point is: if there is an object nearby your character, it could be used to help show their emotions/actions better.
“Kyle was shocked.”
“The phone slipped out of Kyle’s hand and his mouth fell open.”
Author's Note: Congrats again to @happygowriting for your milestone! Prompt is bolded I did have to switch it around for grammatical reasons. I hope you enjoy this little piece and I can’t wait for more challenges to come 💖 Mistakes are my own.
Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.
In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.
Divider by @happygowriting 💕
Date nights were always your favorite nights with your boyfriend. Before you moved in together, many a times they were your average ‘movie and dinner’ nights, or maybe competing in mini-golf or getting competitive in bowling. But after a few years, and once the two of you decided to move in together, date nights had to get a little more creative and a little less expensive. Thankfully, social media came to the rescue.
You saw a TikTok once where a couple would do an at-home ‘movie and dinner’, but it was Disney inspired. This means that you two would make a dinner based on whatever movie you would watch that night. Tonight happened to be The Little Mermaid.
Bucky helped with the main dish of salmon and crab.
“RIP Sebastian,” you teared up, while he just rolled his eyes at you. You giggled and got the shrimp appetizer ready and the macaroons finished up. Afterwards, you pulled out your go to bottle of wine and got the glasses ready. You had found a drinking game online earlier in the day, hoping to make the movie more engaging, more so for Bucky than you. You enjoyed Disney movies, but it’s taken some time for him to warm up to them.
But boy, did the game help.
Some of the rules were fairly simple.
‘Take a drink every time Ariel picks up a human item she doesn’t understand.’
‘Take a drink every time Flounder is visibly scared.’
At least it was simple enough until you had to ‘Take a drink every time you hear the phrase “Under the Sea”.’
You didn’t realize that phrase was said nineteen times in the song alone. So to say you were past being tipsy at this point was an understatement.
Bucky, being the responsible one, replaced your glass of wine with a glass of water about when “Kiss the Girl” came on screen, but still enjoyed your commentary throughout the rest of the movie. By the time the credits were rolling, you were going off and speaking your mind not that he ever complained when you did.
“How could she do something so irresponsible like that? She knew the guy for like three days and she couldn’t even talk to him and isn’t she supposed to be like sixteen or something? How could Triton let her get married to some random human? I bet she didn’t even know his favorite color or if he snored at night or his shoe size!” You were pacing back and forth in front of Bucky, while he stifled his laughter. He knew you were going to feel the repercussions in the morning, but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company when you went on rants like this.
“Okay. Hear me out. What if it was love at first sight?” Bucky questioned, taking a sip of his own water.
You stopped in your tracks and glanced back at him. “There’s no way. That’s only a myth. I bet it took you months before you realized how much you actually liked me.” Hands crossed against your chest, you eye the handsome man on your couch.
You noticed the lopsided smile grow on his face, as his hands reached out to you. You made your way to his bubble, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“Would you believe me if I said that I knew you were the one for me when I first saw your face?” He kissed your cheek, followed by the tip of your nose.
Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember the first time you and Bucky had met.
“Didn’t you first see me when you walked into the bathroom and I was passed out in Nat’s lap at Steve’s birthday bash all those years ago?”
You felt the laughter rumble beneath you as he pulled you in closer. “Is that what she told you happened? If we’re going to get all technical, I first saw you when I walked into his living room and you were cracking jokes with Nat earlier that night. I don’t know what you two were talking about but when I saw you and that beautiful smile of yours, I knew you were the one. You can even ask Steve. I told him later that night after everyone had left. ‘She’s the one.’ I mean. He was kinda skeptical too, and honestly, I thought you and Nat were together at the time because you were inseparable. That’s why it took me so long to make a move on you.”
You threw your head back with a loud laugh, and almost fell backwards into the couch. Thankfully, his arms were tight enough around you to keep you upright. “You thought Nat and I were together? I thought you and Sam were together! That’s why I never made a move on you!” Bucky joined in with his own laughter, filling the room with a joy you never knew until you had met him.
You smiled back at him, lacing your fingers behind his neck. “And to think, we could’ve gotten together a lot sooner if neither one of us thought the other was taken.”
He cupped your face with his metal hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “I believe things happen for a reason, and that they happen when they are supposed to.” You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, with nothing but the good things he’s brought into your life popping up inside your mind.
“I’m just glad these things did happen, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Bucky, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Warnings: (18+) just smut, no plot, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, suggestive/language, orgasm denial
Author's Note: Idk. I just really liked the board I made and just kind of head-cannoned what would happen if Bucky noticed a hole where it shouldn't be. I also guess you could imagine any Bucky, but mob!Bucky just came to mind for this piece. This may or may not have come from recent experience. Finding unwarranted holes in new underwear is the worst. Even more so, not having a Bucky there to make the hole bigger kinda sucks as well. Mistakes are my own.
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Divider by the talented @happygowriting 💕
➵ You just got out of the shower, getting ready for your monthly girl’s night out, slipping into your new, black, lacy bra and matching panties.
➵ Bucky, your husband and most feared mob boss of the city, walks in the bedroom. “What are you getting all dressed up for, doll?”
➵ “Just meeting the girls tonight, baby, that’s all.”
➵ You walk up and Bucky takes your hand, twirling you around. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands following your curves to your hips.
➵ He glanced over your shoulder into the mirror to admire your back side. “Baby, you know there’s a hole in the ass, right?”
➵ You glance over your shoulder and mutter a few expletives under your breath. “Fuck me. I just bought these yesterday too!”
➵ “With pleasure, baby.” Bucky spins you around so that you’re facing the mirror, his hand dipping into the front of your panties.
➵ “What’s got you so wet, baby girl?” Bucky finger fucks you to heaven and back. Well almost.
➵ You’re on the brink of cumming as you buck yourself into his hand, feeling his rings rub against your sensitive little bud, but he decides to deny you your release and removes his thick fingers.
➵ He bends your body over the bed and rips the brand-new panties, making the hole even bigger. Guess there’s no returning them now.
➵ He kneels down so he can taste you from behind, not letting a single drop go to waste.
➵ His tongue working wonders, doing the thing that drives you fucking crazy. You’re so close to that orgasm, but alas…
➵ Denied.
➵ “Bucky. Please.”
➵ He flips you over, back against the bed, and he pulls his hardened cock out and starts to run it up and down your quivering slit. “Remind me, doll. Who buys you all these pretty little sets?”
➵ “You do.” The head of his cock sits at your entrance, not making any moves.
➵ “And who can rip them apart whenever he pleases?”
➵ “You can.” Your voice shakes with the feeling of him barely rocking his hips. You try to buck your hips into him, but his hands hold you down, leaving imprints of the many rings along his fingers into your lower stomach.
➵ “One last question, doll. Who owns this sweet little pussy?”
➵ “You.” As soon as that word fell from your lips, he’s pounding every bit of him into you.
➵ Every
➵ Last
➵ Inch
➵ His hand slides up your body, between the valley of your chest, and grabs on to your throat, keeping your eyes on his. “You wanna cum, baby girl, I need those pretty eyes of yours on me. Got it?”
➵ You are nothing but a whimpering and writhing mess, but your eyes lock with his darkened baby blues.
➵ “You wanna cum baby?”
➵ All you can do is nod your head.
➵ “Use your words pretty girl.” His hand grasping harder around your throat.
➵ A simple and almost inaudible please is all you can mutter out.
Author's Note: Congrats again to @happygowriting for your milestone! Prompt is bolded I did have to switch it around for grammatical reasons. I hope you enjoy this little piece and I can’t wait for more challenges to come 💖 Mistakes are my own.
Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.
In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.
Divider by @happygowriting 💕
Date nights were always your favorite nights with your boyfriend. Before you moved in together, many a times they were your average ‘movie and dinner’ nights, or maybe competing in mini-golf or getting competitive in bowling. But after a few years, and once the two of you decided to move in together, date nights had to get a little more creative and a little less expensive. Thankfully, social media came to the rescue.
You saw a TikTok once where a couple would do an at-home ‘movie and dinner’, but it was Disney inspired. This means that you two would make a dinner based on whatever movie you would watch that night. Tonight happened to be The Little Mermaid.
Bucky helped with the main dish of salmon and crab.
“RIP Sebastian,” you teared up, while he just rolled his eyes at you. You giggled and got the shrimp appetizer ready and the macaroons finished up. Afterwards, you pulled out your go to bottle of wine and got the glasses ready. You had found a drinking game online earlier in the day, hoping to make the movie more engaging, more so for Bucky than you. You enjoyed Disney movies, but it’s taken some time for him to warm up to them.
But boy, did the game help.
Some of the rules were fairly simple.
‘Take a drink every time Ariel picks up a human item she doesn’t understand.’
‘Take a drink every time Flounder is visibly scared.’
At least it was simple enough until you had to ‘Take a drink every time you hear the phrase “Under the Sea”.’
You didn’t realize that phrase was said nineteen times in the song alone. So to say you were past being tipsy at this point was an understatement.
Bucky, being the responsible one, replaced your glass of wine with a glass of water about when “Kiss the Girl” came on screen, but still enjoyed your commentary throughout the rest of the movie. By the time the credits were rolling, you were going off and speaking your mind not that he ever complained when you did.
“How could she do something so irresponsible like that? She knew the guy for like three days and she couldn’t even talk to him and isn’t she supposed to be like sixteen or something? How could Triton let her get married to some random human? I bet she didn’t even know his favorite color or if he snored at night or his shoe size!” You were pacing back and forth in front of Bucky, while he stifled his laughter. He knew you were going to feel the repercussions in the morning, but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company when you went on rants like this.
“Okay. Hear me out. What if it was love at first sight?” Bucky questioned, taking a sip of his own water.
You stopped in your tracks and glanced back at him. “There’s no way. That’s only a myth. I bet it took you months before you realized how much you actually liked me.” Hands crossed against your chest, you eye the handsome man on your couch.
You noticed the lopsided smile grow on his face, as his hands reached out to you. You made your way to his bubble, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“Would you believe me if I said that I knew you were the one for me when I first saw your face?” He kissed your cheek, followed by the tip of your nose.
Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember the first time you and Bucky had met.
“Didn’t you first see me when you walked into the bathroom and I was passed out in Nat’s lap at Steve’s birthday bash all those years ago?”
You felt the laughter rumble beneath you as he pulled you in closer. “Is that what she told you happened? If we’re going to get all technical, I first saw you when I walked into his living room and you were cracking jokes with Nat earlier that night. I don’t know what you two were talking about but when I saw you and that beautiful smile of yours, I knew you were the one. You can even ask Steve. I told him later that night after everyone had left. ‘She’s the one.’ I mean. He was kinda skeptical too, and honestly, I thought you and Nat were together at the time because you were inseparable. That’s why it took me so long to make a move on you.”
You threw your head back with a loud laugh, and almost fell backwards into the couch. Thankfully, his arms were tight enough around you to keep you upright. “You thought Nat and I were together? I thought you and Sam were together! That’s why I never made a move on you!” Bucky joined in with his own laughter, filling the room with a joy you never knew until you had met him.
You smiled back at him, lacing your fingers behind his neck. “And to think, we could’ve gotten together a lot sooner if neither one of us thought the other was taken.”
He cupped your face with his metal hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “I believe things happen for a reason, and that they happen when they are supposed to.” You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, with nothing but the good things he’s brought into your life popping up inside your mind.
“I’m just glad these things did happen, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Bucky, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Author's Note: Congrats again to @happygowriting for your milestone! Prompt is bolded I did have to switch it around for grammatical reasons. I hope you enjoy this little piece and I can’t wait for more challenges to come 💖 Mistakes are my own.
Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.
In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.
Divider by @happygowriting 💕
Date nights were always your favorite nights with your boyfriend. Before you moved in together, many a times they were your average ‘movie and dinner’ nights, or maybe competing in mini-golf or getting competitive in bowling. But after a few years, and once the two of you decided to move in together, date nights had to get a little more creative and a little less expensive. Thankfully, social media came to the rescue.
You saw a TikTok once where a couple would do an at-home ‘movie and dinner’, but it was Disney inspired. This means that you two would make a dinner based on whatever movie you would watch that night. Tonight happened to be The Little Mermaid.
Bucky helped with the main dish of salmon and crab.
“RIP Sebastian,” you teared up, while he just rolled his eyes at you. You giggled and got the shrimp appetizer ready and the macaroons finished up. Afterwards, you pulled out your go to bottle of wine and got the glasses ready. You had found a drinking game online earlier in the day, hoping to make the movie more engaging, more so for Bucky than you. You enjoyed Disney movies, but it’s taken some time for him to warm up to them.
But boy, did the game help.
Some of the rules were fairly simple.
‘Take a drink every time Ariel picks up a human item she doesn’t understand.’
‘Take a drink every time Flounder is visibly scared.’
At least it was simple enough until you had to ‘Take a drink every time you hear the phrase “Under the Sea”.’
You didn’t realize that phrase was said nineteen times in the song alone. So to say you were past being tipsy at this point was an understatement.
Bucky, being the responsible one, replaced your glass of wine with a glass of water about when “Kiss the Girl” came on screen, but still enjoyed your commentary throughout the rest of the movie. By the time the credits were rolling, you were going off and speaking your mind not that he ever complained when you did.
“How could she do something so irresponsible like that? She knew the guy for like three days and she couldn’t even talk to him and isn’t she supposed to be like sixteen or something? How could Triton let her get married to some random human? I bet she didn’t even know his favorite color or if he snored at night or his shoe size!” You were pacing back and forth in front of Bucky, while he stifled his laughter. He knew you were going to feel the repercussions in the morning, but he couldn’t help but enjoy your company when you went on rants like this.
“Okay. Hear me out. What if it was love at first sight?” Bucky questioned, taking a sip of his own water.
You stopped in your tracks and glanced back at him. “There’s no way. That’s only a myth. I bet it took you months before you realized how much you actually liked me.” Hands crossed against your chest, you eye the handsome man on your couch.
You noticed the lopsided smile grow on his face, as his hands reached out to you. You made your way to his bubble, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“Would you believe me if I said that I knew you were the one for me when I first saw your face?” He kissed your cheek, followed by the tip of your nose.
Your brow furrowed as you tried to remember the first time you and Bucky had met.
“Didn’t you first see me when you walked into the bathroom and I was passed out in Nat’s lap at Steve’s birthday bash all those years ago?”
You felt the laughter rumble beneath you as he pulled you in closer. “Is that what she told you happened? If we’re going to get all technical, I first saw you when I walked into his living room and you were cracking jokes with Nat earlier that night. I don’t know what you two were talking about but when I saw you and that beautiful smile of yours, I knew you were the one. You can even ask Steve. I told him later that night after everyone had left. ‘She’s the one.’ I mean. He was kinda skeptical too, and honestly, I thought you and Nat were together at the time because you were inseparable. That’s why it took me so long to make a move on you.”
You threw your head back with a loud laugh, and almost fell backwards into the couch. Thankfully, his arms were tight enough around you to keep you upright. “You thought Nat and I were together? I thought you and Sam were together! That’s why I never made a move on you!” Bucky joined in with his own laughter, filling the room with a joy you never knew until you had met him.
You smiled back at him, lacing your fingers behind his neck. “And to think, we could’ve gotten together a lot sooner if neither one of us thought the other was taken.”
He cupped your face with his metal hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “I believe things happen for a reason, and that they happen when they are supposed to.” You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, with nothing but the good things he’s brought into your life popping up inside your mind.
“I’m just glad these things did happen, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Bucky, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
