Hello and welcome to my trash heap! Want to drool all over sexy super soldier pics and read some fun/fluffy/angsty imagines? Then this is the blog for you.
Omg omg I got a bulbasaur at build a bear and I was kinda embarrassed about buying it for myself and stuff but there werenât any other kids in the store or shoppers for that matter and the girl helping me said she was glad to here it was for me as she collects some plushies and has her own bulbasaur.
Well she was almost done stuffing him and then I noticed that you can put scents in your bear and fucking love cotton candy and the girl basically car salesmen style sold me on the scent pad and asked where I wanted the scent to go
And I didnât know where it should go but she herself being quite the plushie enthusiast was like âyouâre gonna hug him a lot right? may I reccomend right hereâ and pointed to his forehead
So I was like âawe cute yeah that sounds goodâ (my bulbasaur is totally stuffed mind you and I even had her make him extra firm )
and then the girl rolls up her sleeves and was like âalright bulbasaur! Here we go! I apologize in advance but this is gonna look very inappropriate!â
And she fisted my super full bulbasaur all the way to her elbow saying sorry to him and to me over and over again. It took her several tries to get the scent pad in place since my bulbasaur was so stuffed and she looked like she was straining and saying âI donât know why they didnât think about this design more, so many parents are gonna complain about this one day, I know itâ
So all in all this was the best build a bear experience Iâve had since I was a little kid and I love my fat, cotton candy scented, anally inclined bulbasaur to pieces
Summary: A night out in Brooklyn, a stranger and a whole lot of tequila. Question isâŚwhereâd the ring come from, and Why the fuck did you marry The Winter Soldier.
A/N: This is a little series for @cumonbucky 6k challenge! Congrats lovely! Itâs just supposed to be a whole lot of fun lol. I donât usually write fluff so bear with me and enjoy it? Its free anyways :D
when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings
when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much
when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago
getting reccâd
just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someoneâs heart somehow
900 followers?? I know it's not a lot for some bloggers out there but to me that's hella much! Thank you all so much for the love and kind words, if I could I'd hug all of you like Sebastian hugged that kid! Ilysm! â¤
Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, unprotected sex
Summary: What would you do when the person who abandoned you suddenly appeared on your doorstep again?
A/N: Guys, I really didn't know where I was going with this and for some reason I ended up with a whole lot of smut. I think most of you won't mind that, but for those who do: I put up a very clear warning right before the part where things start to get steamy. Alright, that's it. Enjoy!
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The first thing you did once you regained your composure, was run back inside to go and confront Stark. Finding him was easy: he was still in the exact same spot, fighting with Steve.
"Stark!" you bellowed loudly while busting through the door.
"Alright, let's have it," he stated plainly while Steve's gaze bounced back and forth between you and Iron Man.
"Bucky left and it's all your fault! Where the fuck is he supposed to run to, huh? He's got no place to go and people all over the world are looking for him! You just signed his death sentence, you son of a bitch!"
"Looks like you and Winter had fun last night," Tony remarked completely beside the point, eyeing the love marks on your neck.
"What he and I did is irrelevant and between the two of us, right now I'm more interested in what's gonna happen between you and me," you threatened.
"Okay, what do you wanna do? Punch me in the face? Will that bring him back? He left and it was his own choice, right? You obviously couldn't convince him to stay. So what do you wanna do now, huh? Track him down, drag him back here against his will? Is that what you want for your brainwashed loverboy? Hm?"
You had nothing to reply. No witty remark, no snide comment. You were too hurt to think straight, so you left. As fast as your feet could carry you, you ran through the halls towards your room. However, you eventually changed course and ended up in Bucky's room instead. You curled up in his bed with one of his pillows clutched to your chest. 'What am I gonna do without you?' was your final thought before you cried yourself to sleep.
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A fist knocking on your door woke you up in the middle of the night. You turned on your bedside lamp and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a confused frown, who the hell could that be at this hour? You dragged yourself out of bed and to the door and pulled it open with a lazy tug. The last face you expected to see was that of the man who'd betrayed you, yet there he stood. He didn't say anything, he just stared at you with that intense gaze of his. With an expression of wonder, you blinked a few times to make sure you weren't dreaming. And sure enough; he was still right there.
You approached him wordlessly with that same expression still etched on your face, finding yourselves in the exact same position as three months ago: standing chest to chest, right before he decided to step out of your life. What to do now? You sure as hell weren't going to welcome him with open arms after the stunt he pulled.
What was it you told him again? "Don't you ever come back, or I will kick your ass"?
That whole heart-wrenching scene flashed before your eyes again, for the millionth time, and suddenly you knew exactly what to do. You put your right foot back, planted yourself like a tree, balled your right hand into a fist and punched Bucky square in the face. He grunted in pain and his hand immediately reached for his nose, holding it in an attempt to soothe the pain. While he tended to his hurting nose, you bit back the pain in your hand as you frantically waved it in the air.
"What the fuck, man?!" you shouted with fiery rage, followed by a painful hiss.
"You... You broke my nose..." He whimpered, sounding incredibly hurt.
"You broke me!" you cried miserably.
The comical irony of him looking at you like a beat dog was almost too good to be true.
"Oh don't give me that look. And get over yourself, super soldier, that'll be healed before you know it." You let your hands rake through your hair as you walked back into your room and plopped down on your bed with a sigh. Glancing up at Bucky, you found him standing in the doorway, looking at you with his helpless puppy dog eyes. A loud, frustrated groan resounded through the room as you let the heels of your hands run over your forehead. "Why the hell are you even here?"
"I-I... Uhm..." he stammered, unable to fashion a coherent sentence from his thoughts.
"Nevermind, I don't even wanna know." You rose to your feet again and placed yourself in front of Bucky with your hands on your hips. "So, what now?"
"I need a place to lay low," he mumbled softly, keeping his eyes to the ground.
"Well, you're not getting cosy in bed with me like you used to, if that's what you were expecting. Figure something out, you've been doing that for the past three months," you spat bitterly and threw the door closed in his face. You pressed your back against the cold wood and dropped down to the floor, hugging your knees close to your chest. Tears flooded your eyes as you recalled everything: the fight between Steve and Tony, Bucky packing, you trying and failing to convince him to stay, your last kiss, all the beautiful moments you and Bucky shared the night before. The wound Bucky had caused had just started to heal, but now he was back and he had ripped it wide open again.
"(Y/N), please..." he pleaded to the door. "Please, I, I... I'm sorry," he whimpered. You heard a sob coming from the other side of the door, it sounded like it came from the same height as you. "I'm so, so sorry, I never... I never should've left. I don't wanna lose you, but I don't know what to do to stop that from happening." Another sob. "Please..."
Your jaw clenched at the pitiful sounds that came from behind your back. The truth was that you were every bit as desperate for him as he was for you, but how could you take him back just like that, after what he had done to you? Your mind raced with all the fun, peaceful and beautiful memories you had made with him and eventually you decided what you were going to do. You rose to your feet, wiped away your tears and reached for the door handle, but then you froze; hesitation took over and your heart hammered in your chest. However, you counted to ten, swallowed away that crippling feeling inside and managed to push the handle down.
Bucky looked like a heap of misery: down on his knees with his face buried in his hands.
"Buck..." you spoke shakily, making the super soldier look up at you. He slowly stood up and used the sleeve of his dark blue sweater to wipe away his tears. His icy blue eyes found yours again and they mirrored the pain and grief in your own. For a moment, neither of you dared to make a move, until Bucky slowly, cautiously reached up his hand to caress your cheek. That simple gesture made you forget all about the pain, the sorrow, the bitterness and it prompted you to jump right into his arms. Bucky's scent invaded your nose as your arms latched themselves firmly around his neck and your legs around his waist. Once you were in place in your lover's big, strong arms, you practically smashed your lips against his. It was a demanding, passionate, open-mouthed kiss and you were pouring all of your three months' worth of gnawing love and want into it. This was the moment you had been yearning for far too long.
Bucky stumbled into your room, blindly closed the door with his leg and pushed you up against it for stability, all while keeping his lips solidly on yours. Since your back was now supported by the wooden surface, you could untie your arms from your lover's neck and let your hands travel to his stubbled jaw. You held his face in your fine hands affectionately as you lost yourselves in your feverish kiss. Bucky licked your lower lip and with your permission, he let the tip of his tongue dip into your mouth until it brushed yours. As you were melting further into each other, Bucky's desire to let his hands roam over your body became almost unbearable, yours too for that matter. So he tightened his grip on you again and plucked you off the door to carry you to your bed. There he laid you down gently and climbed on top of you.
~~Warning: SMUT ahead~~
His lips kissed yours fervently as he let his big, flesh hand grab on to the leg you had wrapped around his waist. It started just above your knee, then slid to your thigh and ended on your ass, where it gave a small squeeze. It didn't matter to him how hungry he was for this, how restless and anxious he was to lose himself in you, he didn't want this to be rushed and rough like it was last time. This time, he wanted it to last and he wanted it to be gentle, caring. He wanted to show you how much he missed you and just how much you meant to him. So he paced himself. You let your hands travel to his face again while you breathed out a moan against his mouth, stoking up his inner fire, making it roar. He finally disconnected from your lips and turned his attention to your neck; kissing, sucking and licking your soft skin there. In response you bit your lower lip and subconsciously ground your hips against his; your groin rubbing against his hard cock caused a deep groan to vibrate in Bucky's throat.
You wanted him and he wanted you.
You bunched up the hem of his shirt and sweater into your hands and frantically started tugging them upwards. The ex-assassin helped you by sitting up and pulling both pieces of clothing over his head in one go. He followed your example and went for your tank top; pulling it over your head in another fluent move and exposing your bare chest. Bucky took a moment to admire you, his worshipping gaze raked over your almost entirely naked body. While he explored your body with his eyes, you explored his with your hands. The tips of your fingers softly caressed his toned abs, his broad chest and firm arms until they travelled downwards again to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. After that, your lover took over from you; he kept his darkened, lustful eyes on yours as he slid down his jeans and underpants, making his throbbing cock spring free from its confinement. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched Bucky reveal himself to you. This man's body was a marvel to look at, and you would never not be impressed by seeing it in its full glory. Your reaction to seeing his erection and his body in general made him softly hum in amusement, before crouching down like a predator and zeroing in on your sex. His hot breath fanned your clothed pussy while he let his parted lips hover over your panties. His dark gaze remained fixed on yours as he hooked his thumbs under your final piece of clothing and yanked them off your legs.
While his lips kissed a trail from your inner thigh towards your cunt, his hands travelled up to play with your nipples. The contrast between hot and cold was delightful and sent a shiver down your spine. A shameless moan escaped your lips when Bucky licked a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. Once he arrived by your little bundle of nerves, he attached his lips to it and began to suck painfully slowly. Your fingers carded through his hair and you whined breathlessly as his lips sent small waves of pleasure through your body. He increased the pleasure by adding his tongue to the equation. The tip swirled small circles around your clit, making the coil in your core tighten up. Your moans got louder and your hands firmly gripped his long, dark locks. He kept this up for a while at a steady rate, letting you adjust to the pace before switching gears again. His metal hand then left your nipple and went to please your pussy instead. Bucky slid his index and middle finger between your slick folds and pushed in slowly, allowing your pussy to stretch first, then he curled his digits upwards against your sweet spot, making your body rack with shocks of bliss. His darkened blue eyes looked up and he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of you nearing the edge. A deep growl sounded in Bucky's throat, the vibrations sent an extra heavy wave through your body, tightening the coil in your stomach until it couldn't go much further. You were incredibly close now so he picked up the pace, soon you would feel that sweet release again. His tongue flicked across your clit more rapidly and the curling and stretching of his fingers picked up as well. He kept his watchful eyes on you and he noticed that your breathing was becoming more uneven and your fists were clutching the bed sheets. Any moment now, he thought as he heard your moans reaching a higher level. You were on the brink of your climax, you needed to feel that coil unwind and you needed to feel it now. "B-Buck," you whined breathlessly, "I-I'm... gonna... cum."
That familiar, fleeting high washed over you. Your walls clenched around his metal digits and your eyes rolled back in your skull as you almost screamed in pleasure. Just as quickly as your climax hit you, it was receding again. You were a hot, panting mess below your lover.
Bucky crawled up again, propped himself up on his elbows with his face hovering over yours. "Did you enjoy that, doll?"
"That was... Amazing," you huffed breathlessly while you let your hands trail up to his cheeks, your thumb caressing his lower lip gratefully.
"Good," he purred and went to your neck, his lips tending to your soft skin, "because we're only getting started." He kissed a trail of pecks from your neck to your cheek and finally connected with your lips again. You loved tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, it felt like your flag on a conquered fortress, the only one you wanted to conquer at that. You slanted your head and deepened the kiss, a moan fell from Bucky's parted lips when your tongue started dancing with his again.
As amazing as kissing him was, you wanted more than just that. You pushed his face away from yours slightly and tucked his hair behind his left ear so you could better see his perfect blue eyes, "I want you," you whispered longingly.
Bucky peered down at you with a wanting gaze, he clenched his jaw and swallowed hard, then let his lips fall open to let out a shaky breath he'd been holding.
With your permission, he aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed in, keeping his eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. Your hands rested on either side of his face as your gaze encouraged him to continue. The man knew he was a lot to take and he showed amazing restraint while he slowly sunk into you, inch by inch. You both moaned sinfully at the sensation of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into your stretching pussy. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his low, husky voice. You nodded and landed a long-lasting kiss on his lips. In between moans Bucky kissed your cheek caringly. This wasn't like last time when it was playful and casual, when he rammed his cock into you and began thrusting right away like a horny sex addict. That was another situation altogether. This time he was careful and gentle and you thought it looked good on him.
Once his member had filled you to the hilt, he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, making you both moan at every slow, deep thrust. It was agonising and satisfying all at once. All the while, Bucky kept his eyes on yours, caressed your face lovingly and kissed your lips with a tenderness you didn't think was possible for him. Your fingertips travelled over the scruff of his strong jaw and traced adoring lines along the angry scars that connected skin to metal. Your lover revelled in your healing touch, realising you were all he ever needed to feel human again. The intensity of your emotional connection spurred him on, but he kept restraining himself and you sensed this. You took his face in both your hands, "you won't hurt me, baby, no need to hold yourself back," you reassured him. After you gave him your consent, he picked up his pace slowly, but exponentially. Soon he was driving into you at a rate that was almost inhuman, but he never stopped with the caring little gestures: kissing your cheek, caressing and cupping the side of your face, connecting his lips with yours. Three months ago you would have dug your nails into his back and you would have shredded it, but now you were playing a whole other game. So instead of scratching his back until it bled, you grabbed onto the sheets below you and squeezed down hard, moaning your lover's name with fiery passion.
Bucky's hips were slamming hard against yours while he sucked and nibbled on one of your nipples when you felt another orgasm quickly building up inside your stomach. You hooked both your arms around his neck and balled your hands into fists as you kept taking his girthy member thrust after thrust. Your irregular breaths and louder moans alerted Bucky that you were about to climax again, so he brought his lips up to your ear: "cum for me, doll," he grunted. Your partner buried his face in your neck as he worked his hips extra hard for you, his skin slapping loudly against yours with each stroke. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you moan loudly and causing your walls to clench around him, the sensation making a delicious groan fall from his rosy lips. Bucky paced himself while you came down from your climax, pulling his cock back and driving it forward again at a more gentle rate.
When you finally regained your composure, you pushed your hand firmly against his metal shoulder to flip him over onto his back while his hard member remained inside of you. You leaned down for an intense, heartfelt kiss before sitting up again. You placed your hands on his firm chest to stabilise yourself, then began bouncing up and down on his throbbing erection. Bucky's hands cupped your firm breasts and kneaded them sensually, until he let his flesh hand travel up to your cheek. You placed your hand over his and brought it closer to your lips so you could take his thumb into your mouth. The combined sensations of you riding his cock and sucking his thumb earned you a low groan from your partner's parted lips. His hips bucked up to meet each stroke and you drove up the pace together until it felt like you were trying to break a wild stallion. Bucky's cock twitched inside your tight pussy, signalling you that he was close to his release. His hands fell to your ass, grabbed it firmly and encouraged you to quicken the pace once more. You pushed yourself harder than ever before and fucked Bucky like it was the last thing you'd ever do. His breath hitched in his throat, his hands squeezed your ass tightly and a deep, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. "(Y/N), I... I'm gonna..." he groaned and couldn't even finish the sentence before he released himself inside of you. His hot cum coated the walls of your cunt as you slowly rode out his orgasm, until your hips stopped moving completely. With parted lips and heaving chests you gazed deeply into each other's tired yet satisfied eyes. You huffed out a sigh of contentment and dropped your body limply on top of Bucky's. While you were both catching your breath, you nuzzled your face in his neck and stroked his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Meanwhile your lover's fingertips softly caressed the skin on your back and played with your locks of (Y/H/C) hair. Once you had caught your breath, you whispered: "Please don't ever leave me again."
"I won't," he hummed.
You pulled your face away from his neck and hovered over him with a dead-serious look in your eyes. "Promise. I want you to promise you'll never let go."
Bucky got lost in your intense gaze for a moment, then placed his hand over your cheek. "I promise I'll never let go," he swore and kissed you softly on the lips. "I love you," he confessed.
The corners of your lips curled up into a smile as you leaned in for another passionate, dizzying kiss, before you pulled away again. "I love you too."
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenât sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
I DONâT REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER
Guessed
Ventured
IâM DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled
I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
Recalled
Recited
Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DONâT WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted
BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased
Edit: People, Iâm an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that thereâs nothing wrong with simply using âsaid.â This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.Â
Please reblog if you enjoy Marvel and you're a woman
I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!
*killing everybody saying girls like marvel because only the actors are extremely hot, have you seen the female cast of the MCU dude? youâd be fangirling too, and #SorryNotSorry, but Netflixâs series are amazing and enjoyable for everyone*
If thereâs a human who thinks woman cant/donât like Marvel and/or comics and their cinematic adaptations, that person needs a serious reality check. I am a 23 year old female. I have an ever growing comic collection (at majority of which is Marvel) and I visit my local comic shop every paycheck. I have a collection of Funko Pocket pops on my desk which includes every Avenger and Civil War character I have been able to find (I only need two more, I believe), and i spent $95 on a Winter Soldier funko because it was vaulted before I ever got my hands on one and someone sold theirs online. I have a mini Mjolnir hanging from my rear view mirror to always keep me safe on the road. I own a copy of almost every Marvel movie that exists and am constantly watching a Marvel show or movie, even if itâs just playing as background noise. I sleep in a t-shirt with a Marvel character(s) and find excuses to wear those shirts in public when Iâm not at work. I think itâs safe to say I donât just like Marvel- I like, breathe, and dream Marvel, and I know many women like me on this website that have that same love. WE IN DIS BITCH. (And FYI: my husband is not a marvel or comic fan. Everything he knows is solely because I have explained it to him. None of my previous boyfriends were interested in marvel or comics at the time of our relationship. My parents have never owned a comic or watched a Marvel show/film unless I suggested it. My passion and love for Marvel and comics is solely based on my own curiosity and interest, it was never because of a boy or because it was cool to my friend group, because Iâm really the only one I know in real life. So to the asshats who always say âyou only like *insert âboyâ hobby here* because you want to impress a guy or because you want to look coolâ FUCK off, I like this shit cause it makes me happy and because these characters do more for me than you could ever hope to, and I know so many amazing damn women on this site who feel the exact same way!)
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