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So, I decided it would be fun to do an overly detailed scene with you and Bucky cuddling.Y’all it’s just fluff… Like seriously just fluffy crapola!
After a ridiculously long day, you thought it would a good idea to just curl up on the couch and take a nap for a while. You deserved it, after all. All the stress you’ve been under does nothing to help with these awful sinus headaches you’ve been having.
Yea…a nap will be good.
You grab your favorite blanket. A light green thrown that seemed like it would be way to rough for anyone to actually enjoy. But no, it was great. It was heavy enough to keep you warm, but also light enough that you didn’t feel like you were being smothered. The edges had these little fringe-y tassels on them. But you never actually felt the edges of it - you were always swallowed whole because of how big these thing was.
Wrapping your blanket around you shoulders, you sit in the exact middle of the couch. Actually, your couch used to have pretty good structure. Not so much now, it’s pretty old and has been put through quite a beating … more than once. Now, it just kinda sinks as you sit on it. It’s welcoming as you lay over resting your head on a pillow.
Yea…you deserve this.
As you slept you half-knowingly hear your deadbolt click and some keys drop to the table next to the door.
“Babe?” a booming voice, echoing around the room. A little too loud for you to enjoy your nap.
“mHhm,” you respond; not even parting your lips to acknowledge his existence. You tried your vary hardiest to greet each other with a kiss whenever you’d been apart. But not this time - the couch was to comfortable, the blanket too warm, and the pillow supporting your neck just right. You couldn’t risk moving.
You remember Bucky standing behind the couch and seeing you asleep. You’re sure you looked like crap: hair pressed against your face and curled into a little ball draped in your blanket. But still he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to your temple. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed.
it had to be about twenty minuets later when you opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the floor across the room from you - his legs bend slightly as his heels stayed planted on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. He was holding one of those long sticks for fires…you really need to find out what those are called…carefully moving the logs around in the fireplace that was before him. He has a raging fire going. It crackled and snapped like never before - the soothing noise bouncing off the walls.
“Hey,” you finally say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
“More headaches?” he asks without even looking, just rearranging the logs.
“Yea,” finally releasing your eyes from too much rubbing.
“Well,” standing, “lets skip the screens and just hang out here.” walking over towards you. As he reached where you sat, he squatted down, “Want any meds?”
“No, I took some on the way home.”
And with a simple shake of his head, he stood and moved the pillow which was still in the perfect position. Instead, he sat down and propped his arm up against the back of the couch. Looking at him, you narrowed your eyes not quite sure what he was doing.
“You gonna come over here,” he asked nodding his head towards himself.
With a smile that felt the size of your face, you laid back over and rested your head on his chest. You both kind of re-situated a little bit, before finally settling down. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of this - he barely even liked to be hugged. So you drank in every detail you could.
How his shirt felt against your cheek, almost too soft. And how his scent just saturated everything. He smelt like a man, no smell in particular - just like someone who you wouldn’t want to meet in a back alley, but also someone who could be a gentleman. You memorized the way his stomach flexed when you placed your hand on him. And how cold his arm was when he fixed the blanket from falling off your shoulder. How his chest would rise and fall with every long, frighteningly slow, breath he would take. The little smiles he pulled from you when you heard him clearing his throat and moving his hips a little trying to adjust to this much…touch.
“Thank you,” with your hand gently resting under your head on his chest, watching the fire he built.
He seemed to take a deeper breath, one that almost relaxed him. Almost. And kissed your forehead, leaving a ridiculous smile across your face.
Soo…. This post has been getting a lotta love lately!!! And I gotta tell y’all I AM SO OVERWHELMED WITH ALL THE LOVE!!! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!
Oh baby I’ve got a hell of a request for head cannon weekend!!!
Milf!Reader with teen kids to Thor but they’ve drifted apart completely and basically called it quits.
Loki makes the reader feel gooooooood about herself again (if ygm😏)
Maybe a lil spit kink going on? I LIVE for Laufeyson spitting in my mouth.
I love your writing Angel 🤎
what if ; loki
warnings : cheating, Thor’s a dick in this one, smut, 18+, size kink, spitting kink, creampie, hairpulling, choking
request a headcanon for zee’s 7k celebration
Loki had always had a thing for you, from the moment Thor had brought you home. He had his eyes on you.
He had wanted you, and he almost had you when Thor cheated on you spring break two years into your relationship. You had fully planned to let Loki fuck you, heading to a hotel when the blond had shown up in tears and groveled on his knees for your heart, telling you how he had been drunk and it was mistake. He’d never do it again — and you left Loki waiting in hotel suite as the biggest what if in your life.
Sixteen years later, Loki is the first to notice you and Thor are on the outs. He had been biding his time all the years, waiting for you because he knew you would come to him eventually.
You shouldn’t have even had this stupid family dinner for the Odinsons, but it had been two months since the big fight with Thor and the kids felt isolated from the family. It wasn’t fair to them, so you guys hosted it at your house so you would feel comfortable and you really tried to play happy couple, but….Loki noticed.
Loki smirked at you in the kitchen, noticing how you had been further from Thor.”I heard you’re going on a trip, love. Paris, was it? What a lovely treat from Thor, what’s he making up for this time? Working late? “He asked, stepping behind you. He slid his hand over your waist,”Forgetting your anniversary?”He dipped his head to hover his lips just by your ear,”Fucking his secretary?”
You elbowed him in the stomach, pushing him back with a huff and spinning around to face him.”How did you know?”
“Hela told me, she’s been covering his tracks for a while now, thought she let me in on the secret, sibling bonding or something,”He replied with a shrug, leaning against the counter.”Who do you think sent you the email telling you to go to his office that night?”
Oh. The fated night you caught your husband railing his secretary over his desk. The whole reason you hadn’t been sleeping for two months.
“So, what do you want, Loki? You want to rub it in my face? Tell me you told me so?”
“No,”Loki whispered, his eyes darting towards where your teenage sons rough housed with their father. No one paid any attention to you when Thor wasn’t around. Loki smirked, caressing your cheek,”I want to give you better. Revenge, love, that big what if…we can have all that.”
“Loki,”You sighed out heavily, looking away.
“I know you want it, darling, so why deny us now?”Loki whispered, grasping your chin to make you look at him.”No more stares, no more wondering, just me and you, finally.”
“And when it’s all said and done, you’ll be gone.”
“Oh, love, once you’re mine, no man will ever touch you again.”
It all happens so fast, his hand pulling you up the stairs to your martial bed. Thor, Hela, his parents, the kids all downstairs enjoying themselves as Loki has you pressed against the door of your bedroom, ripping the clothes from your body.
His lips are fiercely pressed against yours, moving eagerly to take you. It’s as if he’s fighting to remove every trace of his brother from your skin and he’s winning. Loki chuckled darkly, tossing you on the bed before removing his own clothes.
Loki admired you, the way you squirmed under his palm when he crawled over you. How you gasped when his teeth grazed over the perked nipples. He basked in the way you gasped when his wet lips kissed over the stretch marks on your hips, how he worships every imperfection you thought you had. No, you were his goddess.
“Years, I’ve waited years to ruin this pretty pussy and once I take her, the only cock you’ll ever get it is mine, love, you are mine, do you understand?”Loki growled, hovering over you with his hand on your throat.
You nodded immediately,”Yes, Loki, yes, ‘m yours.”
“Show me, love, open your mouth.” Loki commanded, smirking at how quickly you obeyed him. He didn’t hesitate to let a pool of salvia drip from his mouth into yours, watching you lap it up eagerly.
The power he had over you was unparalleled. Your heart pounded in your chest, his hand sinking between your thighs while his lips explored your body.
“Loki, fuck,”You whined out, two long fingers sinking into the dripping heat of your pussy. He smirked, his thumb rubbing at your clit as he fucked you open methodically.
“Sweet girl, you’re tight, you haven’t been fucked properly in ages, ‘s okay, you got me know, my cock will have you crying in no time,”Loki promised, lips trailing down your neck as his finger curled perfectly to hit that spot inside you to get you quake under him.
With one orgasm down, Loki found himself throbbing, his large cock pressing into your twitching hole. You moaned out his name as the thick head stretched your walls, head thrown back against the pillows. He groaned in pleasure, watching his thick cock disappear into your wet, clinging pussy.
His cock slid in and out, and he admire how you clenched around him. It was everything he ever dreamed of. Loki’s hand seized your throat, his body overcoming yours as he thrusted into you with harsh powers.
“No else gets you like this, you belong to me,”Loki grunted, smirking down at you before coming down to share a passionate kiss with you. Lost in the moment, you wrap your legs around him, keeping him inside you as he ruts into you like a wild animal.
He wants to claim you, breed you and make you his. Loki hates the thought of you ever being his brother’s and he’ll do anything to erase the trace of him.
“Do it, cum on my cock, darling, and I’ll fill you up to the brim, do it,”He rasped, squeezing your throat. You both see stars together, clinging to each other.
Just as you catch your breath, you think Loki is about to bolt, to tell you this was all a mistake but then this mischievous smile appears on his face before he flips you over.
Your face presses against the sheets, his hands lifting your ass as he slides his half hard cock back into your cream filled cunt.
His cock reaches new depths from this angle, his hip slamming into while he grabs a fistful of your hair,”Oh, I’m sorry, love, did you think I was done with you?”
The sound of skin smacking together echoed in the room, his cock railing into you hard and fast. His grip on your hip and hair to pull back against his fat cock obliterating your sensitive pussy.
The moans and gasps leaving your lips were obscene and loud, and Loki did nothing to cover them up. He adores how he made you fall apart. He wouldn’t last long with you so desperate, squeezing his cock like a vice. His name left your lips, his balls tightening one last time.
You swear you hear the door creak open, but you far to gone by then. Dumbstruck on the cock pounding into you, hands clutching the pillows as you fuck yourself back on his big cock eagerly as if you were his little whore begging for more.
“Oh,”Loki smirked, looking back at the open door after he had filled your eager cunt twice with his hot seed.”Hello, Brother.”
There are just some days that are pure, unadulterated crap. I mean, days that are nowhere near productive, days that are longer than any other day…ever, and days that make you come home and light up a cigarette in the shower. But then there are other days.
Days where that cigarette in the steaming shower just doesn’t cut. Days where you’re so upset and so sad that you can’t even cry. There’s disappointment but you’re also not shocked. And those are the days when he is absolutely essential. Sure, he’s always needed…but there are just some days only he can fix.
Days when there are no other options than to drop your bags just inside the door, throw your shoes on the floor, and find my man. As soon as my eyes meet his, he always can tell when I need some peace. And he, without fail, drops everything he’s working on and makes his way to the couch.
All my trouble just falls off when my knees hit the couch and I straddle his sturdy thighs. There is something so soothing about the way he smells when I bury my head in his shoulder. And I can’t help but feel the crap of the day roll of into the floor and he runs his hands up and down my back. I’m telling you, my man brings peace.
There are just some days that are pure, unadulterated crap. I mean, days that are nowhere near productive, days that are longer than any other day…ever, and days that make you come home and light up a cigarette in the shower. But then there are other days.
Days where that cigarette in the steaming shower just doesn’t cut. Days where you’re so upset and so sad that you can’t even cry. There’s disappointment but you’re also not shocked. And those are the days when he is absolutely essential. Sure, he’s always needed…but there are just some days only he can fix.
Days when there are no other options than to drop your bags just inside the door, throw your shoes on the floor, and find my man. As soon as my eyes meet his, he always can tell when I need some peace. And he, without fail, drops everything he’s working on and makes his way to the couch.
All my trouble just falls off when my knees hit the couch and I straddle his sturdy thighs. There is something so soothing about the way he smells when I bury my head in his shoulder. And I can’t help but feel the crap of the day roll of into the floor and he runs his hands up and down my back. I’m telling you, my man brings peace.
SUMMARY: Imagine working in a place where you constantly have to be in the most prim and proper mood - then go home to Bucky.
WARNINGS: Some language
Nothing really in the smut or angst genre…mostly just mush
You slumped down into your rolling chair that did very little to support your back. The world around you seeming to fade into oblivion. Surely this wasn’t actually happening. You blinked silently at your keyboard as if it held the answers to every question ever asked.
“Hey!”
You raised your head to meet the person across from your desk with an artificial smile. There was no sense in anything less than a smile. Showing my actual emotions would do no good – not here, at least.
“Hey Joyce, what can I help you with today?”
The rest of your day was filled with mundane, nothingness. Tasks that would make no difference if they were completed or forgotten. Someone would always be there to get them finished. But the worse part of all, I finished everything with a smile.
Every conversation had a plastered smile.
Every walk down the hall accompanied by delicately positioned lips.
Every phone call lead with the voice of a smiling woman from your end of the line.
It was all you could do to get through the day. Until that blasted 4:59 rolled over to 5:00 o’clock. Where you were permitted to gather your things and display yet another amusing expression for your walk to the car.
You clicked that freaking unlock button. Opened the back car door and threw your bag in. Launching yourself in the driver’s seat and turned the key.
Immediately, the soft hum of the news filled your ears. This morning’s solum ride in just wouldn’t do. You crushed the first preset on your radio in a desperate search for music. Nothin – commercials. The second setting. Music met your dying heart.
You pulled the volume up to a roar that brought the first sincere smile to your lips in hours. The entire drive home you pulled the volume up at a relentless pace. Making sure that it was always louder than your own voice.
Pulling into your driveway, you threw the car in park. For the first time since you started your car 29 minuets ago, you turned the volume down. Your ears filled with a quiet hum – that hum after you’ve listened to something too loud for too long. Flipping the key towards yourself.
Finally convincing yourself to peel out of the seat and go into your cramped apartment, you started your journey up the walkway. Sliding the key in the lock, you twisted and opened the door.
“Babe!” Bucky met you at the door to greet you with an arm thrown around your shoulders and an enthusiastic kiss to the side of your temple.
“Hey.” You mustered with yet another fake smile – albeit faint.
“Aww, what’s the deal?” he pulled back to look at you, “Bad day at work?”
“Nothing really” beginning to walk out of his embrace, “just a long day.”
“Oh no, no, no!” he caught your wrist as you tried to walk away, “I don’t think so. What’s up?”
“Bucky, I don’t have the energy for this.”
“For what?”
“Whatever your ‘bout to try!” you screamed. Far more snippy, loud, and sharp that you intended to be. His eyes grew larger and drew his head back to examine you more closely. With your free hand, you brought your fingertips to your eyebrow and shook your head,
“I’m sorry.” Placing your hand out at your side to signal your confusion, “I don’t know what –“ your voice cracked.
Bucky seen your eyes gloss and pulled you into a consuming hug “It’s okay.”
“I just –“ taking a deep breath and feeling his chest flex under your palm covered face. “I am a smiley, happy freaking joy robot all day long. I can’t not be. If I don’t smile and I’m not peppy then I’ll just be fired. It’s part of the flipping job and anything less that ecstatic all day long is not acceptable!”
“What?” barely a whisper.
You pulled yourself barely off of his chest, “At work. I’m always the one who fixes all the problems and councils through all the drama. And I can’t ever have even one bad second because apparently,” your tone became more frustrated, “if I can’t keep myself together, I can’t fix everyone else’s problems.” You turned and walked away hands on your hips in frustration.
“And then, I get home with you.” You turned to look at a taken back Bucky; obviously confused by your statement, “You do nothing wrong! You meet me at the door and you always smile because you want to.” You shook your head, “It ticks me off!”
Bucky took a step forward, mouth open ready to say something. Your hand flew up, “I’m not done yet.” Surprised he stopped his forward maneuver.
“I need to come home and be allowed to be more than just. . .” you thought for a second, “more than just happy!”
He laughed, “So, you want me to make you mad?”
“No!” raising your hand to your head. When had this conversation become so confusing? “I just want to be frustrated. Just sit in my out annoyance. Like today.”
“What about today?”
“Today I wanted to come home and complain and whine and…”
“And?”
“And just be a bitch for no damn reason!”
Bucky’s face…was that confusion or amusement? “First of all,” he took a step forward, “I didn’t ask you to come home and be happy.” He closed the gap between you – you could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered, “And second, I think Bitchy Y/n would be kinda hot.”
You laughed and turned to walk away. But he caught your wrist once again and smiled, “Oh common!” Your laughter roared as you tried to pull away,
“Buck, Babe, let me go change.”
He let you go and as you walked down the hall you heard him yell, “I can take it – bring on the bitch. I bet that bitch is fuckin’ kinky!”
SUMMARY: Imagine working in a place where you constantly have to be in the most prim and proper mood - then go home to Bucky.
WARNINGS: Some language
Nothing really in the smut or angst genre…mostly just mush
You slumped down into your rolling chair that did very little to support your back. The world around you seeming to fade into oblivion. Surely this wasn’t actually happening. You blinked silently at your keyboard as if it held the answers to every question ever asked.
“Hey!”
You raised your head to meet the person across from your desk with an artificial smile. There was no sense in anything less than a smile. Showing my actual emotions would do no good – not here, at least.
“Hey Joyce, what can I help you with today?”
The rest of your day was filled with mundane, nothingness. Tasks that would make no difference if they were completed or forgotten. Someone would always be there to get them finished. But the worse part of all, I finished everything with a smile.
Every conversation had a plastered smile.
Every walk down the hall accompanied by delicately positioned lips.
Every phone call lead with the voice of a smiling woman from your end of the line.
It was all you could do to get through the day. Until that blasted 4:59 rolled over to 5:00 o’clock. Where you were permitted to gather your things and display yet another amusing expression for your walk to the car.
You clicked that freaking unlock button. Opened the back car door and threw your bag in. Launching yourself in the driver’s seat and turned the key.
Immediately, the soft hum of the news filled your ears. This morning’s solum ride in just wouldn’t do. You crushed the first preset on your radio in a desperate search for music. Nothin – commercials. The second setting. Music met your dying heart.
You pulled the volume up to a roar that brought the first sincere smile to your lips in hours. The entire drive home you pulled the volume up at a relentless pace. Making sure that it was always louder than your own voice.
Pulling into your driveway, you threw the car in park. For the first time since you started your car 29 minuets ago, you turned the volume down. Your ears filled with a quiet hum – that hum after you’ve listened to something too loud for too long. Flipping the key towards yourself.
Finally convincing yourself to peel out of the seat and go into your cramped apartment, you started your journey up the walkway. Sliding the key in the lock, you twisted and opened the door.
“Babe!” Bucky met you at the door to greet you with an arm thrown around your shoulders and an enthusiastic kiss to the side of your temple.
“Hey.” You mustered with yet another fake smile – albeit faint.
“Aww, what’s the deal?” he pulled back to look at you, “Bad day at work?”
“Nothing really” beginning to walk out of his embrace, “just a long day.”
“Oh no, no, no!” he caught your wrist as you tried to walk away, “I don’t think so. What’s up?”
“Bucky, I don’t have the energy for this.”
“For what?”
“Whatever your ‘bout to try!” you screamed. Far more snippy, loud, and sharp that you intended to be. His eyes grew larger and drew his head back to examine you more closely. With your free hand, you brought your fingertips to your eyebrow and shook your head,
“I’m sorry.” Placing your hand out at your side to signal your confusion, “I don’t know what –“ your voice cracked.
Bucky seen your eyes gloss and pulled you into a consuming hug “It’s okay.”
“I just –“ taking a deep breath and feeling his chest flex under your palm covered face. “I am a smiley, happy freaking joy robot all day long. I can’t not be. If I don’t smile and I’m not peppy then I’ll just be fired. It’s part of the flipping job and anything less that ecstatic all day long is not acceptable!”
“What?” barely a whisper.
You pulled yourself barely off of his chest, “At work. I’m always the one who fixes all the problems and councils through all the drama. And I can’t ever have even one bad second because apparently,” your tone became more frustrated, “if I can’t keep myself together, I can’t fix everyone else’s problems.” You turned and walked away hands on your hips in frustration.
“And then, I get home with you.” You turned to look at a taken back Bucky; obviously confused by your statement, “You do nothing wrong! You meet me at the door and you always smile because you want to.” You shook your head, “It ticks me off!”
Bucky took a step forward, mouth open ready to say something. Your hand flew up, “I’m not done yet.” Surprised he stopped his forward maneuver.
“I need to come home and be allowed to be more than just. . .” you thought for a second, “more than just happy!”
He laughed, “So, you want me to make you mad?”
“No!” raising your hand to your head. When had this conversation become so confusing? “I just want to be frustrated. Just sit in my out annoyance. Like today.”
“What about today?”
“Today I wanted to come home and complain and whine and. . .”
“And?”
“And just be a bitch for no damn reason!”
Bucky’s face. . .was that confusion or amusement? “First of all,” he took a step forward, “I didn’t ask you to come home and be happy.” He closed the gap between you – you could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered, “And second, I think Bitchy Y/n would be kinda hot.”
You laughed and turned to walk away. But he caught your wrist once again and smiled, “Oh common!” Your laughter roared as you tried to pull away,
“Buck, Babe, let me go change.”
He let you go and as you walked down the hall you heard him yell, “I can take it – bring on the bitch. I bet that bitch is fuckin’ kinky!”
WARNINGS: Language, so much language.
Nothing really in the smut or angst genre…mostly girls being girls and what not.
NOTES: For @mermaidxatxheart challenge that was do forever ago. So sorry it’s so late, babe!!!
“It’s ‘bout damn time.” you laughed as the deck of cards slapped against the table.
Wanda’s fingers handled them like an expert as she shuffled. Natasha handing out the beginning chips.
It was girls’ night out. . .or in, rather – and there was no way in hell that you would miss it. Natasha had finally organized a poker night for the girls. Set up in the common room, your little group began dealing, raising, and calling.
So, I decided it would be fun to do an overly detailed scene with you and Bucky cuddling.Y’all it’s just fluff… Like seriously just fluffy crapola!
After a ridiculously long day, you thought it would a good idea to just curl up on the couch and take a nap for a while. You deserved it, after all. All the stress you’ve been under does nothing to help with these awful sinus headaches you’ve been having.
Yea…a nap will be good.
You grab your favorite blanket. A light green thrown that seemed like it would be way to rough for anyone to actually enjoy. But no, it was great. It was heavy enough to keep you warm, but also light enough that you didn’t feel like you were being smothered. The edges had these little fringe-y tassels on them. But you never actually felt the edges of it - you were always swallowed whole because of how big these thing was.
Wrapping your blanket around you shoulders, you sit in the exact middle of the couch. Actually, your couch used to have pretty good structure. Not so much now, it’s pretty old and has been put through quite a beating … more than once. Now, it just kinda sinks as you sit on it. It’s welcoming as you lay over resting your head on a pillow.
Yea…you deserve this.
As you slept you half-knowingly hear your deadbolt click and some keys drop to the table next to the door.
“Babe?” a booming voice, echoing around the room. A little too loud for you to enjoy your nap.
“mHhm,” you respond; not even parting your lips to acknowledge his existence. You tried your vary hardiest to greet each other with a kiss whenever you’d been apart. But not this time - the couch was to comfortable, the blanket too warm, and the pillow supporting your neck just right. You couldn’t risk moving.
You remember Bucky standing behind the couch and seeing you asleep. You’re sure you looked like crap: hair pressed against your face and curled into a little ball draped in your blanket. But still he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to your temple. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed.
it had to be about twenty minuets later when you opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the floor across the room from you - his legs bend slightly as his heels stayed planted on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. He was holding one of those long sticks for fires…you really need to find out what those are called…carefully moving the logs around in the fireplace that was before him. He has a raging fire going. It crackled and snapped like never before - the soothing noise bouncing off the walls.
“Hey,” you finally say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
“More headaches?” he asks without even looking, just rearranging the logs.
“Yea,” finally releasing your eyes from too much rubbing.
“Well,” standing, “lets skip the screens and just hang out here.” walking over towards you. As he reached where you sat, he squatted down, “Want any meds?”
“No, I took some on the way home.”
And with a simple shake of his head, he stood and moved the pillow which was still in the perfect position. Instead, he sat down and propped his arm up against the back of the couch. Looking at him, you narrowed your eyes not quite sure what he was doing.
“You gonna come over here,” he asked nodding his head towards himself.
With a smile that felt the size of your face, you laid back over and rested your head on his chest. You both kind of re-situated a little bit, before finally settling down. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of this - he barely even liked to be hugged. So you drank in every detail you could.
How his shirt felt against your cheek, almost too soft. And how his scent just saturated everything. He smelt like a man, no smell in particular - just like someone who you wouldn’t want to meet in a back alley, but also someone who could be a gentleman. You memorized the way his stomach flexed when you placed your hand on him. And how cold his arm was when he fixed the blanket from falling off your shoulder. How his chest would rise and fall with every long, frighteningly slow, breath he would take. The little smiles he pulled from you when you heard him clearing his throat and moving his hips a little trying to adjust to this much…touch.
“Thank you,” with your hand gently resting under your head on his chest, watching the fire he built.
He seemed to take a deeper breath, one that almost relaxed him. Almost. And kissed your forehead, leaving a ridiculous smile across your face.
Soo.... This post has been getting a lotta love lately!!! And I gotta tell y’all I AM SO OVERWHELMED WITH ALL THE LOVE!!! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Kinktober Prompt: Toys
Warnings: AU roommates, sexy talk, smug Bucky, sassy jokes, light hearted banter, shady Steve
A/N: You have no idea what’s coming at the end of this because I sure as hell didn’t. lol Enjoy!
“What’s this?” Bucky asked, holding up the black and gray massager.
“It’s a personal massager,” you said, taking a swig of your beer. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Bucky to be in your room, but this was the first time he’d dared to nose around.
“Like a Magic Wand?”
That made you swallow wrong. Choking, you spun around in your chair, “And how do you know what a magic wand is?”
SUMMARY: Y'all … it’s a freaking sad story about Steve and Peggy…I’m sorry.
WARNINGS: Sadness … it’s just so sad
NOTES: For @cockslut-padalecki “Back to the Movies Challenge”
This is wayyyy different than I normally do - please be nice to me. This is to be read from Peggy’s POV - she’s reflecting on recent events.
Oh Steve,
When I think about all the time that I knew you…it wasn’t long. But, God, it was a blessing. I’ve lost so much - you broke my heart in so many ways, how dare you do this?…But it was I was blessed to get to have you in my life.
I keep seeing you when I dream at night. I keep seeing you soar above the sky.
There will always be a place for you in my heart. For all my like, I promise, I’ll keep a part of you with me.
Thank you.
Thank you for showing me how it feels to feel the sky within my reach. And I’ll always remember the strength you gave me. I can’t explain the strength you gave to me.
In you I found a great deal of strength. And I want to thank you for all the ways you were always there for me.
You have brought a great deal of strength to me, Steven Rogers.
You are loved, and greatly missed.
SUMMARY: You recently broke up with your long-term boyfriend. Neither of you are taking it well.
WARNINGS: Angst? … maybe - if you squint.
For @firefly-in-darkness ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was: the song We Belong by Together Mariah Carey
Notes: So sorry that this is so late - it’s been crazy ovaa here!
“Look,” raising your voice above the music and slamming your martini glass against the slick bar, “I blew it.” You lean back in your chair, “It’s over and there is no way he is ever going to take me back.”
“Y/n, girl,” Your friend shook her head across from you, “you have no idea, do you?” She pushed a perfect, red curl away from her face.
You narrowed your eyes in on your friend, her bright earrings shinning under the purple lights. She looked sad … why did she look sad? You were the one with a seven-year relationship going down the crapper. “Know what?”
She shook her head and fiddled with her drink, “Natasha! What don’t I know?” She knew you were serious by the tone of your voice.
Natasha leaned across the table, clearing her throat, “It’s obvious that he’s not been . . . himself lately. And it’s obvious that you two had split. But what I couldn’t figure out was the headphones.” A wicked smirk ran across her face before she ordered another shot.
“Headphones?”
“Yea,” shooting it back, “he was walking around the compound . . . well, at least the floors you weren’t on . . . wearing headphones.”
“What the hell do headphones have to do with – ” she cut you off.
“It’s what was in the headphones.” Another smirk as she tore the corner of her napkin. You shifted in your seat growing tired of her little game. A game she was enjoying a little too much. You rolled your eyes and took the que,
“What was in the headphones?”
“2009, Mariah Carey!” she blurted out. You nearly spit your drink out. The thought of your macho man, super-soldier, killing machine listening to Mariah Carey was a sight you couldn’t get out of your head.
“Bull!”
“Ah-uh! No joke, he’s walking around with one song on repeat.” Now infatuated with the thought,
“What is it?”
The laughter stopped. She put both her palms flat against the table and took a breath before looking back at you.
“Y/n, he wants you back . . . he wants you back bad.”
“Oh, common,” shoving her shoulder, “what’s the song?”
“He thinks he messed it up. You think you messed it up. Neither of you want to be the one to go back and try to fix it. So, you both just sit and try to figure out where they hell you went wrong instead of trying to talk to each other!”
You drew back from your friend. The woman who had just been pointing out new guys for you to flirt with on your girl’s night out. The woman who dressed you up for a bar so you could ‘let loose.’ The woman who just told you off for walking away from a relationship you broke.
You turned in your chair, now facing away from her. Both sitting in the silence, neither having anything to add to the outburst.
There was no defense to be made. You knew she was right. After what you had done, what you had said . . . there was no way he would ever love you again. You thought you’d be lucky if you ever spoke again. Another round came.
God, you had messed up! Your rock was gone. The one man in your entire life that you could lean on unconditionally, you pushed away. The man you would talk to all night long just . . . gone. Because of one, stupid decision.
There is no way to replace him.
Another round.
-
Natasha stood, dropped some cash on the bar, and straightened her jacket, “We Belong Together.”
Puzzle written on your face as you turned to look at her.
SUMMARY: I’m on a mission at a little cabin. It’s all good till the rain comes.
WARNINGS: Angst? ... maybe - if you squint.
For @angrybirdcr ‘s writing challenge. My prompt was: standing in the rain.
One of the most beautiful places on this mission was the porch. Sure, the fact that I’d be ringing blood from my t-shirt tomorrow was a little off-putting. But overall, this was a good mission. Beautiful scenery. Needing a remote hide out, Bucky and I were dropped at a little cabin. It was small: one bedroom, a ridiculously tiny bathroom, and what I guess passed as a kitchen. It was really just a slab of linoleum and a coffee pot. But the real gem was the tin-roof back porch.
It was just a small concrete slab. The tin roof held up by a few decorative iron columns. It was simple with just a couple of rocking chairs and a little coffee table. I filled my morning sitting on that little porch, rocking away with a cup of coffee. Birds chirping rang through the sky and the sun bounced off the pond in the back yard. It was peaceful and gorgeous.
I was so glad that we got to stay in the cabin for an entire day before our mission. It gave me and Bucky a nice vacation from the compound. Something we desperately need. I swear, it’s harder to get privacy in that place than it is to kidnap the President. Pat. Some dark clouds started rolling over the pond.
Bucky had just finished his shower – or rather, finished the hot water. He was a huge fan of long, hot showers. Apparently, when you have lived with timed, cold showers for 60+ years good showers are a luxury to savor. Which means I have to wait almost an hour before I can shower. Pat. It’s okay though. Pat, pat. There could be worse things for a fiancé to do.
Pat, pat, pat… ting pat, ting. The rain began to fall. It stung the tin roof I sat under. It was glorious, filling me with the sounds of home. Reminding me of sitting on the porch with grandma under her tin roofed porch. A roaring noise that drowned out the rest of the world. It demanded to be heard.
The stinging rain that seemed to seep down into my bones. The noise that rushed through your ears. A noise that nearly sings me to sleep. PING, TING, TING, PAT, RATTA! The furious noise rang through the porch, echoed in the cabin, and brought a smile to my face.
I grabbed my now empty coffee cup and went inside to grab a refill. The rain drowned out the noise of the poured coffee, the slammed fridge, and my heavy footsteps. I grabbed my jacket and stood in the doorframe of the back porch. Happy. Content. Grateful for the chaotic rain.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath of the rain filled air, I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like…home. Lazily I watched the scenery, scanning from the left to the right. Looking over the pond, the trees swayed in the wind. The pond wrinkled and the wind roared over the grass. And the – Bucky? Yes, it was Bucky. What the hell is he standing in the rain??? I grabbed the umbrella by the back door and trudged through the swampy yard.
“Bucky?” I wrapped my jacket around my chest as I walked under my shield. “Honey, what are you doin?” approaching slowly from beside him.
He didn’t say anything. No sly remark. No playful banter. Nothing. He just looked out over the water; eyes fixed straight ahead. Standing tall, shoulders back and hands hanging around his waist. Water pounded his hair flat against his forehead. The rain washing over his shoulders and bounced in every direction.
Emotion. There was so much emption plaguing his facial features. Oh God, how I wished that he would have been staring blankly. But no, he was a billboard of emotions. Anger. Confusion. Pain? What the hell was he feeling right now.
“Buck?” speaking over the rain that pelted my umbrella.
It was fear. That was the emotion.
Screaming over the rain. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay?” rattling off my questions far too fast for them to actually be answered.
“It’s a tin roof.”
I took a half step forward believing I could decipher his message if I was closer to him. It’s a tin roof? What’s a tin roof? The porch? Of course it was a tin roof, this is an old fashioned cabin in the middle of the woods. Assuming he was talking about the porch, I asked “But why are you in the rain.”
Straightening his jaw, “It sounds like gun fire.” He shook and dropped his head to look at his sinking boots, “A hell of a lot of gun fire.”
I shook my head and fixed my eyes on the spotted pond in front of me. Gun fire. This man had been through multiple wars, fought countless battles, sent on thousands of un-named missions, and only had a choice in a handful of them. The same exact noise which brought me so much peace took him to God knows where doing God knows what. The noise that enveloped the cabin in the feeling of home reminded him of death, destruction, and pain.
“The whole cabin, huh?” He lifted his jaw just slightly before nodding once.
“Okay then,” and I reached up to the clasp on my umbrella and brought it down. Rain poured from everywhere as my hair began to saturate and my jacket cling to my body. I reached down and laced my fingers within his, “let’s wait out here then.”
(I know some of you don’t write so you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to or you could by doing like a last text, favorite quote, etc. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
Thank you for the tag @clandestineloki and @fablesrose (I totally forgot to do this earlier. Sorry! 😣) Okay this is from the next chapter in chaptered fic
When I come up next to her, I intertwine my fingers with hers.
To celebrate cinemas now open again in the UK and my trash can of a blog reaching 8K, here’s another little challenge for you!
RULES
Fandoms you can write for:
- Supernatural (Sam/Dean/John)
- The Walking Dead (Negan)
- MCU (Steve… at a push Bucky, definitely Stucky (w/reader) heheh).
- Knives Out (Ransom Drysdale).
Smut/fluff/angst and any and all variations of those tropes are welcome.
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