Make It Dirty.

Side blog of "totheendofthelinepal" here I'll post headcannons of any marvel character! 💋

[coveredamity]

She’s back. Lou’s back.

She’s back, bitches. Believe it or not. 

Lou the author of the ‘Try Me’ Series’ and original handle owner of @totheendofthelinepal has returned after her year long separation from Tumblr. 

A few of you have only known but her old complete masterlist still lives through this link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1I_ThZLJh5YxJQCrtQR7IMfLT4Ldgx6AP?usp=sharing

She can’t wait to be active again and catch up.

Expect to see her again at (a very similar handle) : @totheeendofthelinepal

SPREAD THE WORD!!

@rachelle-on-the-run @lilacs-lavender @fuckythebuckybarnes @papi-chulo-bucky @psingh97 @marvel-this

[coveredamity]

For the love of LOU!

So as some of you may know, our beloved friend and writer @totheendofthelinepal has called for her farewell today. Louise has decided to finally delete her blog and start fresh with a new upcoming one in the future.

As a friend and admirer of her work, I wanted to help her save all her works on her Masterlist on a public Google Drive file so we can save all the wonderful stories she had shared with us through the year.

I have made so many friends on Tumblr because of Lou’s blog, and I hope you guys can help me out too, along with other blogs who have kept their love for Louise and her fics.

@fuckythebuckybarnes @rachelle-on-the-run @beaniebaneenie @mrs-lamezec @poealsobucky @bucky-plums-barnes

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preserum Steve being surprisingly good in bed. But of course, he's always so sweet and sensual because he's adorable and wants to make you feel good

Yes, i’m writing this. But as of right now, all three writers Lou, Kayla, and I (Mimi,) are much too busy. I promise this blog will be up and running, replying to prompts as soon as we can. 

Thank you for your patience guys!

- Mimi (co.w.)

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Down With Love: Preview

((not my gif, I couldn’t find it!! :( )), but none the less….this is bucky’s look. for obvious reasons

                                            The summary:

Bucky Barnes had been through a lot In his lifetime, so he thanked the stars when he met you. You had met by chance, which led to the two of you happy in a relationship in the Heart of New York. After three months of living together, you finally bring up the former Russian Assasin’s newest nightmare - meeting your parents.

notes: only a preview and starting a FRESH tag list for this one. A Little bit of sexy times mentioned.

7:46 pm., new york.

It had been twenty minutes in, and you couldn’t believe that you felt as if you were watching it for the first time. Snuggled in your blankets, you had no care in the world as you watched your small screen paint the picture of your favorite film. Unable to hold back your grin, the grit, and comedy of When Harry Met Sally had echoed throughout your apartment. It wasn’t the only sound, however, you could hear Nat King Cole from the bedroom. You were all dressed for the night, wearing your best dress - your rather distinguished coat you only wore on special occasions. You were told earlier today to dress in such a way, for some reason tonight was special - and the more you thought about it, the more your heart would race. You pulled your eyes from the TV for only a moment, not realizing that you would freeze at the sight of the man you lived with walking out of your shared room. Bucky Barnes, dressed in only slacks and a button up shirt - paired with the leather jacket you loved. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” He grinned, his eyes trailing across your blanket.

“Just catching a few minutes.” You bit your lip, feeling your heart flutter at how good he looked.

“Few minutes?” Bucky questioned, his boots clicking across your hardwood floors - he stood just to the side of you, releasing a soft chuckle.

“What?” You sounded almost too defensive, “Aw come on, you were taking too long.”

“I was taking too long, huh?” Bucky smirked down at you, “Darlin, you watch this movie four times a week. This ain’t got nothing to do with me taking too long.”

“Fair.” You hid your smile, looking back to the screen, “I just can’t help it, their story is so-”

Bucky sighed, dropping to the couch - he placed his arm behind you. There he sat beside you, his blue eyes staring with a hint of amusement.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You playfully hit his chest, “This is a story that-”

“I know.” He grinned, “Watch it all you want, doll.”

“Oh so this is the big night, huh?” You could only smile, trailing his features - appreciating the haircut he got last week.

“Well-” Bucky took a deep breath, looking to his watch, “We have reservations at eight. But we can skip them.”

“What is up with you?” You furrowed your brow, noticing that he hadn’t stopped smiling since he entered the room.

“I just think it’s cute.” He chuckled, his hand slowly making it’s way to your hair - playing softly with the strands you could tell he was transfixed.

“What?” You crossed your arms, suddenly curious.

“You look beautiful,” Bucky whispered, his finger finding your knock-off diamond earing. Playing once again, you watched his lips form a smirk.

“Don’t start that-” You took a breath, feeling your heart race speed up with every touch, “We’ll never get out of here.”

“I think we can afford to-” Bucky whispered deviously, and before you could protest - his lips had nearly lunged forward to your neck, kissing in just the right spot, nibbling to make his mark.

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💖Imagine Bucky finding out you’re pregnant💖

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Lavender’s Blue

Author: @coveredamity, writing for @totheendofthelinepal

A/N: Angst and fluff. not my best one, but for the pregnant feels. This may or may not also be an epilogue to a 40s!Bucky WIP in my drafts.

You sighed heavily as you stared out the amber glow of Brooklyn meeting dusk. Here you were again, as like every morning of everyday since you met him. A soft breeze wafted into his apartment, making the hairs on your skin stick up to the ends. Your thin, silk nighties were the only few clothes you often leave here, they weren’t much, but he liked the reminder of you whenever you weren’t here. 

The soft sound of the sheets rustling moved your attention to the center of the room. There he laid quietly, legs entangled in the messed-up sheets as a reminder of the events from last night.

“God, is he beautiful. How am I supposed to tell him now?” You thought. You sighed once again and rested your forehead on your palm. 

You’re a nurse, how the fuck did you not know you were pregnant? How could you have been so irresponsible for this to happen? The world may be different at 1943, but you and Bucky were not engaged to be married. Society wouldn’t open their arms to you, you would be shunned.  The world is at war, and there were full lengths of service ahead for you. But you let yourself be in love with another one of these soldiers, just like every other foolish girl who gets charmed by a uniform, bright smile, and a beautiful pair of eyes. 

But you couldn’t deny that every time he held you close or touched you at night, and whispered sweet nothings, along with promises you hoped he would keep – you fell deeply, and endlessly in love with him. How could you not, when he professed nothing but his–

“Love? What are you doing there, it’s cold. Come ‘ere, let me hold you.” His voice soft and raspy. 

You dropped your hands from your face, and stepped slowly to the bed, “Just thinking,” you muttered as you slipped into the sheets and buried your face into the crook of his neck. 

“What about?” His lips resting on the top of your head and looked down as you twiddled your fingers with the hem of blanket

“Just yesterday,” you sighed. 

How could you do this now? The moment you say it, you could lose him forever. Right now was just too good – your face buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around you engulfing you in his warmth, and his soft lips rested on your forehead. You feel small and vulnerable around him, and as though nothing could ever hurt you. But not telling him makes your heart ache. 

“Yesterday? What about?” he murmurs as his fingertips feather across arm. 

You were breathing too hard, panic was consuming you, you could almost cry. You curled up into a smaller ball under his arms and buried your face into his chest even more. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re breakin’ my heart not tellin’ me right now.” Bucky tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” you whimpered 

“Sorry?” he breathed out in confusion, “Darlin’, what happened yesterday? You had worried me sick, I didn’t know where you were. Please tell me.” he pleaded

Anxiety was devouring you, there was nothing but fright in your body. You pushed the sheets off yourself and stood up. 

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I don’t know how this happened. I… I-” you sobbed as you paced back and forth next to the window again hoping the air would make your nerves subside. 

The sight of Brooklyn awakening outside looked calming, stopping to look at it relaxes you immediately. Small tears fell down your face as you sniffled quietly. You felt Bucky walk slowly towards you, his hand cradled your jaw to wipe a tear away with his thumb. He rested his forehead on your temple and softly kisses your cheeks. 

“I was at the hospital yesterday.” You whispered blankly keeping our eyes out the window. 

“Did they move your duties there?” Mumbling, but his lips not parting from your skin.

You closed your eyes and shook your head no, “I had a check-up.” 

Bucky remained silent. 

You opened your eyes to look up at him, “Bucky,” your voice wavered. You sighed and looked into his beautiful eyes, “I’m pregnant.” 

Bucky blinked at you, his expression was enigmatic, your panic beginning to swell up again. 

“You are?” he breathed with a grin creeping up his face. 

You blinked up at him in disbelief, “You’re happy?”  

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his nose with yours, “I’m over the moon,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose.

His eyes were rimmed red, but he laughed as he knelt down and nestled his face on your abdomen. 

Tears streamed down your face. This was more than what you expected from him, you thought the future ahead of you was ruined. But here he was, the most beautiful man in the Army on his knees crying with joy as he kissed the most important creation that would bind you together.

“Oh god, I love you.” he muttered on your belly. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and knelt down with him, cradling his jaw to pull him for a deep kiss. 

Bucky holds you to his chest, “My strong and brave girl,” he murmurs. “I’m going to take care of you, and god I knew that buying that ring yesterday was–” 

You lifted you head from his hold, and looked up at him. 

He chuckled and shook his head not believing how quick this was all happening, “If you’ll have me,” 

“Bucky…” you whispered. 

“– to have each other for a lifetime and forever.” his voice soft, thumb feathering the outline of your lips, “Please be Mrs. Barnes.”  

Your tears were inescapable, “Yes,” you sobbed. “Yes, yes, yes. I will. I do.” 

He sighed happily and engulfed you once more in his embrace.

The rest of the day was spent in bed talking, canoodling, and Bucky more than often lifting your silk nightie so he could kiss your very small bump.

The week after, James Buchanan Barnes was married. The following month, he was shipped out to London with the 107th Infantry Regiment. Two years later, Sergeant Barnes was killed in action after falling off a speeding train in the Swiss  Alps.

Le Fin.

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💖Imagine Bucky finding out you’re pregnant💖

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Lavender’s Blue

Author: @coveredamity, writing for @totheendofthelinepal

A/N: Angst and fluff. not my best one, but for the pregnant feels. This may or may not also be an epilogue to a 40s!Bucky WIP in my drafts.

You sighed heavily as you stared out the amber glow of Brooklyn meeting dusk. Here you were again, as like every morning of everyday since you met him. A soft breeze wafted into his apartment, making the hairs on your skin stick up to the ends. Your thin, silk nighties were the only few clothes you often leave here, they weren’t much, but he liked the reminder of you whenever you weren’t here. 

The soft sound of the sheets rustling moved your attention to the center of the room. There he laid quietly, legs entangled in the messed-up sheets as a reminder of the events from last night.

“God, is he beautiful. How am I supposed to tell him now?” You thought. You sighed once again and rested your forehead on your palm. 

You’re a nurse, how the fuck did you not know you were pregnant? How could you have been so irresponsible for this to happen? The world may be different at 1943, but you and Bucky were not engaged to be married. Society wouldn’t open their arms to you, you would be shunned.  The world is at war, and there were full lengths of service ahead for you. But you let yourself be in love with another one of these soldiers, just like every other foolish girl who gets charmed by a uniform, bright smile, and a beautiful pair of eyes. 

But you couldn’t deny that every time he held you close or touched you at night, and whispered sweet nothings, along with promises you hoped he would keep -- you fell deeply, and endlessly in love with him. How could you not, when he professed nothing but his--

“Love? What are you doing there, it’s cold. Come ‘ere, let me hold you.” His voice soft and raspy. 

You dropped your hands from your face, and stepped slowly to the bed, “Just thinking,” you muttered as you slipped into the sheets and buried your face into the crook of his neck. 

“What about?” His lips resting on the top of your head and looked down as you twiddled your fingers with the hem of blanket

“Just yesterday,” you sighed. 

How could you do this now? The moment you say it, you could lose him forever. Right now was just too good -- your face buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around you engulfing you in his warmth, and his soft lips rested on your forehead. You feel small and vulnerable around him, and as though nothing could ever hurt you. But not telling him makes your heart ache. 

“Yesterday? What about?” he murmurs as his fingertips feather across arm. 

You were breathing too hard, panic was consuming you, you could almost cry. You curled up into a smaller ball under his arms and buried your face into his chest even more. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re breakin’ my heart not tellin’ me right now.” Bucky tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” you whimpered 

“Sorry?” he breathed out in confusion, “Darlin’, what happened yesterday? You had worried me sick, I didn’t know where you were. Please tell me.” he pleaded

Anxiety was devouring you, there was nothing but fright in your body. You pushed the sheets off yourself and stood up. 

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I don’t know how this happened. I... I-” you sobbed as you paced back and forth next to the window again hoping the air would make your nerves subside. 

The sight of Brooklyn awakening outside looked calming, stopping to look at it relaxes you immediately. Small tears fell down your face as you sniffled quietly. You felt Bucky walk slowly towards you, his hand cradled your jaw to wipe a tear away with his thumb. He rested his forehead on your temple and softly kisses your cheeks. 

“I was at the hospital yesterday.” You whispered blankly keeping our eyes out the window. 

“Did they move your duties there?” Mumbling, but his lips not parting from your skin.

You closed your eyes and shook your head no, “I had a check-up.” 

Bucky remained silent. 

You opened your eyes to look up at him, “Bucky,” your voice wavered. You sighed and looked into his beautiful eyes, “I’m pregnant.” 

Bucky blinked at you, his expression was enigmatic, your panic beginning to swell up again. 

“You are?” he breathed with a grin creeping up his face. 

You blinked up at him in disbelief, “You’re happy?”  

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his nose with yours, “I’m over the moon,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose.

His eyes were rimmed red, but he laughed as he knelt down and nestled his face on your abdomen. 

Tears streamed down your face. This was more than what you expected from him, you thought the future ahead of you was ruined. But here he was, the most beautiful man in the Army on his knees crying with joy as he kissed the most important creation that would bind you together.

“Oh god, I love you.” he muttered on your belly. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and knelt down with him, cradling his jaw to pull him for a deep kiss. 

Bucky holds you to his chest, “My strong and brave girl,” he murmurs. “I’m going to take care of you, and god I knew that buying that ring yesterday was--” 

You lifted you head from his hold, and looked up at him. 

He chuckled and shook his head not believing how quick this was all happening, “If you’ll have me,” 

“Bucky...” you whispered. 

“-- to have each other for a lifetime and forever.” his voice soft, thumb feathering the outline of your lips, “Please be Mrs. Barnes.”  

Your tears were inescapable, “Yes,” you sobbed. “Yes, yes, yes. I will. I do.” 

He sighed happily and engulfed you once more in his embrace.

The rest of the day was spent in bed talking, canoodling, and Bucky more than often lifting your silk nightie so he could kiss your very small bump.

The week after, James Buchanan Barnes was married. The following month, he was shipped out to London with the 107th Infantry Regiment. Two years later, Sergeant Barnes was killed in action after falling off a speeding train in the Swiss  Alps.

Le Fin.

[coveredamity]

Go Fuck Yourself - Drabble [NSFW Smut, 18+]

[Being married to any of the Avengers,] and it’s in the middle of the night, you can’t possible get to sleep. The only way you know how to get sleepy is through sexual encounter.

But turns out your s/o beside you is fast asleep. You slightly nudge them and whisper, “Hey, I’m just gonna masturbate a little okay?”

“Mm- yeah, whatever. Okay, hon.” They reply sleepily and roll over to the other side.

You sigh. Well, that didn’t work. S'pose you really got to masturbate now.

Taking you legs off the sheets, you raise you hips to push down your panties and throw it over to the other side of the room, being confident enough to think they’re going to wake up and fuck you in the end.

You spread your legs and play with your nub, occasionally swiping through your entrance to spread your wetness around. You moan as you put pressure on your clit. Pushing your shirt up, and twiddle with your nipples making you moan louder.

The loud sound if your wetness fills the room, you bite your lip when you feel S/O shift beside you, awake, and clearly watching your movements.

Your fingers begin to move faster, falling deeper into your own pleasure. You arch your back and moan loudly.

“C-Can I fuck you?” they ask.

You open you eyes and immediately make eye contact with them. You pout and shake your head no.

They groan, now stroking their sex through their underwear.

“I guess you’ll just have to fuck yourself while watching me?” You feign innocence.

Immediately they push their underwear down and begin fucking themselves and their eyes run through your body, your fingers at work on your sweet pussy, and your face falling into bliss.

In record time, it seems the sight of you will make them cum faster than your own.

“Y/N- fuck! Please tell me you’re cumming?” Their voice strained and can’t hold any longer.

“Yes! Oh, FUCK!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed and pushing your head further into your pillow as your orgasm waves through you. “Holy shit,” they mutter as their cum spills out of their sex.

You grin mischievously seeing your handiwork.

“You.” They pant as they narrow their eyes at you.

“What?” you giggle

“Naughty, naughty, naughty,” they mumble, crawling closer and closer to you.

You burst into a fit of giggles as they attack you with kisses all over your neck and face.

“I love you,” they sigh into a deep kiss.

-Mimi ( @coveredamity )

A/N: I’m shitty with endings? I apologize, but happy Saturday!

Sorry for misleading a lot of you with a Seb-athon, but that will happen. Send in prompts please!

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Seb-athon

Hi! For the next three days, I'll (@@coveredamity) be posting Seb and/or Bucky works in honor of his birthday that has just passed. One shots, imagines, and drabbles can be expected! Send in prompts and join the party!!! Join Lou's blog for MORE Bucky, @totheendofthelinepal and @fuckythebuckybarnes loves to help too ❤️

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Thor loving to hear you giggle and moan as he eat you out or teases you with his fingers. He'll leave little kisses on your neck, chest, and lips as he listens to you squeal and watches you squirm happily

Soft and fluffy Thor for after-care is the best part of your relationship with him. Yessss

- Mimi

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Dating Thor Would Include...

Having to explain literally everything to him

asking Sif for advice on how to date you

always having a mini heart attack when you hear the hammer whisk past you

Very. Protective.

Braiding the hair of Gold

Holding hands in public, .. Thor: “Is this was Lovers do?”

Reminding him that hugging is great, if he doesn’t do it to hard

being wrapped up in his large bed until the late hours of the morning

at first careful sex, because hello God of Thunder

laughing at all of his jokes because he’s too precious

Him feeling the need to carry you EVERYWHERE

“Don’t ever leave me, little human.”

Calling him, “Baby” which is quickly followed by, “Why on earth would you call me a small human?”

Nuzzled to his chest every morning

Loud, Happy sex

Random quiet “I love yous” in the early morning hours, even when he thinks you dont hear him

sweet, slow sex in his massive bed in asgard

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Bucky. Losing his shit when I see you in black lace. Wearing high heels. Handcuffs in your hand and a devilish smirk of your face.

Oh my god. He’d pin you to the wall as soon as he saw you. A growl to his words as he talks to you. “You better take those off for me unless you want me to rip them doll”. 
-Kayla

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Bucky AU: testing the waters - Mimi

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Bucky AU: Bucky, being very very naughty on instagram. -Mimi

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Bucky AU: sending you post workout snapchats 🔥

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Monday Headcanons

I can imagine Nat taking Steve and Bucky out to a cross-country trip and bringing them to national historic landmarks they probably have never ever seen, and the boys getting excited going to the gift shops and browsing through personalized souvenirs for minutes and minutes looking for all of the Avengers' names. -Mimi

[avengemenugget]

Reblog If you write marvel Fanfiction

I need more accounts to follow! My blog is lacking rn. 

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Someone submitted an "Avengers waking up their s.o." and that's a lot of them 😂 but we're trying to write them as soon as we can, as well as the other prompts sent. Thank you, guys and sorry! -Mimi ( @coveredamity )