This thing just came into my brain out of the blue:
What if Brock planned to kill Mafia!Bucky and take his place, but he is one of Bucky's men, and once the hit he planned doesn't work Bucky is looking for the rat. Rumlow shifts the blame to look like reader is the rat. And all of the evidence points to her, Bucky is heartbroken but he believes she did it. She's tied up to a chair, Bucky pointing a gun to her head and she says:
"Can I at least say something before you make the stupidest mistake of your life?"
Bucky nods, trying to hold in his tears.
"I hope that, when you realize this mistake, and if you are the smart man I want to marry I believe you will, I hope this haunts you my love. Because if I ever meant anything to you, if you ever loved me half as much as you said you did, my death would destroy you. So I pray it does, because then it means our love was true."
Bucky is sobbing as she finishes "I knew I was going to die in your arms, I just didn't know it would be like this."
LIKE, OUCH I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE ATTACKED LIKE THAT
English is not my first language so i hope i got my point across.
What do y'all think? (I'm gonna tag some people I interact with)
becca i can't believe i found your blog again!! i lost it a few months ago and ran into it yesterday <3 i loved reading the recent blurbs and it made me think of subby!bucky being a hardass but when in the bedroom he just wants you to humiliate the shit out of him
I haven't talked about how great subby men are in so long and I've really missed it 🤤 and I'm so glad you've enjoyed catching up on my stuff!!
I love to imagine the way a submissive Bucky lets himself give in to you entirely. If you want him to beg, he'll beg. If you ask him to degrade himself, he'll do that. He gets off on how pathetic he feels and realistically, he gets to the point where he thinks he might do anything just to please you.
And I think he'd adore having you take what you need from him, while almost minimising his pleasure because imagine grinding yourself on him without letting him inside you.
Your sex is so slick with evidence of your arousal and while it would be fun to just touch yourself and make him watch, the throbbing length of his thick erection tempts you. There's no harm in working him up, after all. He whines so much sweeter when he's desperate.
He's got no objections to you placing yourself on top of him. His dick is heavy, leaking precum and you almost consider abandoning your plan in favour of feeling him lose himself in your mouth instead. As delightful as that sounds though, you're desperate for some control and this is how you want to take it.
The first few rolls of your hips help to coat his length with your arousal. The glide gets easier with each pass and very soon you realise you can focus on the pleasure, rather than just the logistics.
The way his dick rubs your clit is heavenly. It's luxurious, almost decadent and nothing inside you feels guilty about being selfish. Not with Bucky's strong hands on your hips guiding your movements.
"You're so wet." He whispers, eyes wide, watching you in wonder. You're so lost in your own pleasure and he lives for it.
"I know." You don't feel embarrassed in the slightest. It's true after all. "This is all that dick of yours is good for. You're just a warm toy for me to use." Blunt fingernails bite into the meat of your hips at the same time your partner stifles a moan.
"Did you think you were anything more than that?" You notice his hesitation before he shakes his head. "Good. I don't even care if you cum tonight. In fact, I'd prefer you didn't. The mess is such an inconvenience but I hope you realise that I'm going to cum over and over. I think it's only fair. I'm being so kind to you, giving you something to dream of when you touch your pathetic cock later."
He can hardly control himself. This is everything he's been so desperate to hear and now he's getting it, it's almost a relief. He doesn't need to think for himself. He can give his body over to you, someone that he trusts and knows that by the end of the evening, he'll have cum until he physically can't anymore.
"I need to feel you." He whimpers, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Please. I miss being inside you."
His cheeks are blazing, flushed with arousal and embarrassment as one of your hands tangles in his hair, forcing his mouth off your skin. His eyes meet yours and your cunt flutters at the power you have over his man. He makes you feel desired and it's entirely addictive.
"Don't be stupid." Your voice is steady, carrying the confidence that he instills in you. "You don't deserve to fuck me. Why do you think I care about what you need? This isn't for you."
Lust bubbles over, his hands planted either side of your waist to stop them from trembling and although you know that you'll give in later, it's fun to watch him unravel at being denied what he needs most.
The original tweet is by Maddie (ghosts are real) (@Picklemaddierix) and reads, “wanting the next knives out movie to star the muppets means that you want one of the muppets to murder another muppet”
The quote retweet is by carlos magana (@carlsmagana) and reads, “Nah, I want the mupets to have special guest star Daniel Craig (like normal) but he gets killed right before the show backstage THEN world renowned detective Benoit Blanc showes up to solve the murder of famous actor Daniel Craig.”
the howling commandos honestly deserved more respect in the mcu. they were a diverse group of batshit crazy men who could drink a bar dry that followed captain america and sergeant barnes around europe fighting hydra. then, during VE day when the entire world was celebrating, they drank in a dimly lit bar mourning/toasting steve n bucky. they are integral to the captain america story, and were loyal to a fault. they had all passed by the time steve and bucky reunited, but where’s a scene toasting the howlies?
Hey hi heeey! Hope ur doing good 🥰 here's something I thought of that could be fun for u to write.
Write a drabble or whatever you want about:
Steve Rogers
The plot should be based on your favorite song
The obstacle based on your favorite movie
Use a quote from your favorite book/writer as a prompt
If your name has an R in it, you have to add to the story either time travel OR a talking dog and it has to make sense 😂
That's it! Hope this is fun 😆 if you wanna change something go ahead, this is just a suggestion ❤️
Let Me Love You
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1,232
Warning(s): Angst, Comfort Ending, Love Confession
A/N: carrotfantasimp, I love you. I mean thank you for sending me this ask. It’s so cute and creative, I hope I did it some justice!
Song: Protection by Kiana Lede Movie: The Back Up Plan
Book and Quote: Eleanor & Park - “I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together.”
Summary: He just wants to love you, and you won’t let him. ~ Steve x Reader who won’t let herself fall in love so deep.
Protection.
That’s Steve’s schtick. He’s one of the world’s most famous superheroes. He runs around saving the world from extraterrestrials, fights besides a freaking God, fucks around and alters timelines, he protects. With every fiber of his being, every ounce of his strength and he’ll never open his mouth to complain about it. Even when it comes to you.
You’re the headache, the heartache, the dream, the desire, it’s always been you and you’re the only thing he’s fought this hard for. For, against, with, it changes, depends on who’s the villain that day. Him, you, things that neither of you can control or fix at the moment.
On Monday you want him, give him a taste of what he craves; full access to you. Every kiss, hug and smile he dreams about, he revels in every little touch and lingering look.
It gets him through Tuesday, which isn’t such a shock anymore. When you won’t keep eye contact, keep him at arm’s length, treat him like he’s a stranger.
The less painful precursor to Wednesdays when you ignore the way you feel for him, the way he feels for you, absolve him of all responsibility concerning you, making it clear that he’s not yours, and he shouldn’t be.
Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays fade to black, you don’t speak to him and he lets you just yearn for each other on opposite ends of the city. And Sunday nights are his saving grace when you finally cave only seconds before he does and you start the cycle again.
Sometimes the days change, but nothing else does. The same motions week after week. The pattern is rarely broken, hasn’t been since he’s accepted that this is the only way he can have you, that you’ll let him have you. So he doesn’t argue anymore, plays his part, doesn’t question you, and takes what little crumbs you do give him, even though it’s tearing him apart at the seams.
He was made to love you.
His lips were made to kiss the birthmarks you hide. His hands were crafted to explore you, pull all the secrets you hide from underneath your skin, and listen to your soul speak. His arms were fashioned to hold you. His body was your shield but for the love of him you won’t wield him.
Tonight is different.
It’s one of those those days, the Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, the in between times. He wants you so bad it pains him, every step makes his knees buckle, and his arms ache, and he isn’t himself. He’s tossed his usual beer for shots of whatever the bartender was in the mood to whip up. His body is numb and he’s hurting too much to wait until Sunday night. He’s racing, jumping off the barstool throwing down how ever much was in his back pocket, grabbing his jacket and racing to you.
Every minute is torture though it gets him closer to you. His limbs come alive one by one the closer he gets to your apartment until he’s buzzing. He brings his hand down on the door harder than he means to.
“Steve?”
He’s on you before the door is fully opened, barging in chucking you in the air, gathering you in arms, pressing you against him in an attempt to meld your perfect being into his skin.
“I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together.”
Your arms tighten around his neck, legs locking around his torso. “It feels like one long asthma attack, doesn’t it?”
He was prepared to explain himself, why he broke the unspoken agreement between the two of you, beg you not to push him farther away, just give him the night. So your understanding confuses him then angers him beyond belief.
“If you know why do you make me wait?”
He places you down, and you find your footing. You watch him chuck off his jacket and throw it onto your arm chair, and though it has only been a day or two, it feels like its been an eternity so you treat yourself into taking in all of him. His full but trimmed beard, beautiful tousled head of hair, beautiful but pained brown eyes.
“I don’t complain you know - I fucking take all of it cause - because it’s all you’ll give me. So I think maybe she doesn’t know that it feels like,” He exhales a ragged breath, beating his hand over his chest. “like - like withdrawals! You made me a fucking addict and you won’t even give me my fill.”
“You know-”
“I don’t. I don’t know. I know I’m in love with a woman who’s in love with me, and I still don’t have her. I can’t hold her. Explain that to me!”
You’re ashamed of yourself, it hurts to look at him. His heartbreak is loud reverberating through the apartment hitting you like a shit ton of bricks. You do love him, almost more than life itself, your chest is hollow when you’ve been away from him for too long.
He’s there when you need him, before you know you need him. Your knight in shining armor even when you need to be saved from yourself. And that’s the problem. He’s perfect. So perfect that it hurts, too perfect that it’s impossible. It feels like the movies. He’d run after you in the airport, stop you on the bridge. Sometimes just the smell of his cologne gets you lightheaded, because the urge to climb into his skin is too compelling.
That’s what scares you, keeps you up at night, and makes your heart race when you hear stories of women being so enthralled in what they thought was the perfect love that they missed the signs. Fell so in love with the idea of being in love and love itself that they stayed even when there was no reason to, when the spark was well past died out.
What if you were suddenly that woman?
“Stop doing that!” With long strides he closes the space he put between you with during his outburst. “Everything’s a party I didn’t get invited to. You won’t let me in your head, in your heart. So where am I supposed to go?”
“What do you want from me?” You question, hoarsely.
“You.” Warm hands cup your face to into even warmer eyes. “All of you, all of the time.”
You don’t speak but the quiver of your bottom lip and glassy eyes say more than a million words. “I won’t mess up. I will never forget an anniversary, a dinner, a birthday. I won’t forget to make you happy. Even when there are 7 kids to be fed, a lawn to be mowed and nosy neighbors. I won’t forget what you need. I won’t forget. I won’t mess up. I won’t leave.”
Don’t promise me the unknowns.
“Even though I won’t, let me make the mistake before you punish me for it. Let me.”
“Let you…”
He nods eagerly, waiting for a real response, a real okay. But the breakdown comes first. He takes it like a soldier, and the gratitude is overwhelming; to hold you during your most vulnerable.
“Let you what?” You run your first under your runny nose. “Be specific.” You eyes bore in his, unwavering and strong. Let you in my bed?
“Let me love you.”
Taglist: @bookstan0618
A/N: I’m going to start to rant. But if this is your stop, thank you for reading!
My hopeless romantics what other genre besides Rom-coms speaks to us. They're the only genre that matters and I want them to have a resurgence immediately! @Netflix The Half Of it and To All The Boys I Loved Before was a good start! (This is also a sign to start a convo with me about ur fav rom coms and their leading in my inbox btw like right now if you want idk.)
Where are the If I Stay stans? WHERE ARE YOU? I'm never letting that book go, I don't care what you say the second book is the reason I believe in love I don't care. We deserved a second movie where I could have had the full soundtrack of The Collateral Damage album. Hollywood it will rain hellfire down on you for what you've taken from me!
And I know. I wasn’t aware but recently I have become aware that Eleanor and Park is problematic in the least. My love for the book doesn’t not mean valid criticisms of the author and the racist undertones are not valid!
I will never stop thinking about this scene bc this is the moment that steve realizes that his sacrifice did nothing to stop hydra. if anything, it made them stronger. howard stark and peggy carter –two of his closest confidants– named an organization in his honor but they also recruited hydra agents to work for them. they let arnin zola (the man who experimented on bucky, the person the howlies were hunting when bucky fell from the train, and the person steve would later find out created the winter soldier) into their organization. howard stark was assassinated because he was on his way to deliver a formula of the super solider serum to the pentagon to use in war. ‘your death amounts to the same as your life – a zero sum’ steve died believed hydra was gone, just to find out they not only grew but flourished. and their starting point was shield.
