Sugary Sweet

𝖗 🌻 htx・♒︎・animal & earth enthusiast ❝ When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you're out of that cave. ❞

[rilesequinni]

Music Sounds Better with You.

[ A quick fanfic with my Stranger Things OC, Rebecca Harding, and Billy Hargrove cause lord knows I love this boy more than anything. ;) If you’d like to leave a comment or give me suggestions on how to make my writing better, feel free to do so! <3 ]  ➳ Oh, how she wished she was in California again, riding beside Billy in his blue Camaro, right where they both belonged. Hawkins was a cute place, and she made plenty of friends, but nothing compared to their sunny California. It was warm, it was fun, and most importantly.. It was 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 

“Hey, Becca.  𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙖. ” His voice snapped her back into reality, moving slightly to look at him. “ Sorry, babe. I was-” “Spacing out again, I know.” His lips were curled up into a smirk, and she couldn’t help but lean in and press her own onto his cheek. She still couldn’t believe they’d been together for nearly five years now. Growing up with him, she never would have thought she’d fallen for him, let alone fallen as strongly as she had.  

“Y’know, it’s adorable and all, but you really gotta pay more attention to me, sweetheart.” “Mhm, or you could let me keep daydreaming about you and how lucky I am to have you, Hargrove.” His face lit up, and her heart nearly melted at that damn, perfect smile.  “Keep daydreaming and I’ll have no choice but to kiss you.” He was still smiling, and she shook her head before leaning close again, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Is that a threat?” “Mmm..” He gave her a little peck, her lips curling up in a smile before his arm gently wrapped around her waist. “No, it’s a promise, Harding.” “Oooh, using my last name now, huh? Sexy.” “Becca, we’re gonna be late if you keep distracting me like this.” “Right, right..” She huffed softly, squirming in her seat and pressing her back against it. “Do we 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 to go? I don’t like Kenny and I don’t like his stupid parties.” He’d already started to drive, shaking his head with a chuckle. “I did promise. And you know I always keep my promises. Besides, it’s good for you to get out of the house once in awhile.” She’d turned on the radio while he spoke, humming softly to the music and glancing at him from time to time. “I guess so.. But we aren’t gonna stay long, right? You know I’ve got to study.” “We won’t stay long. Promise. And relax a little, you’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” “It should be..” She mumbled softly, although her eyes brightened up a little at the song that had started playing, leaning over to raise the volume. “Jesus- Madonna? Really? You’re playing Madonna in MY car?” She was too busy softly singing along to the music, grinning at him and nudging him softly with her elbow. “Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they’re okaaaay~” “Becca-” “If they don’t give me proper credit, I just walk away-ay~” He groaned, shaking his head and focusing on the road. “They can beg and they can plead, but they can’t see the light..” “Becca,  𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.” “ ‘Cause the boy with the cold hard cash is always Mister Right.” “𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙖.” “ ‘Cause we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl. You know that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl~.” “I swear to god..” She giggled softly, gently moving a strand of her hair behind her ear and innocently batting her eyelashes at him. “Come on, you know you love it.” “Finally, we’re here.” He parked, shutting off the engine and the song along with it, getting out of the car with a sigh. “Sorry.. I forgot you hate anything that isn’t rock.” She followed suit, shutting the door behind her and walking up the driveway, moving past him. She really didn’t mean to get upset, but it had happened anyway and she was trying to make the best of the situation.  “Becca, listen.. I guess.. The music sounds better with you. I know sometimes I can be a bummer, but.. I’m learning, okay? I’m sorry. Don’t be upset with me, baby. Come on..” His arm was around her waist, and he gently lifted her chin. “Please? Don’t let my being an idiot sour your mood?” “..Okay.” She smiled brightly, in the end she could never really be upset with him. “I love you, you know that, right?” “I know. I love you, too.” They shared a kiss before heading inside, closing the door behind them. 

[crimson-chains]

I just really like these kinds of Jackets XD

[324432463552434565435241354-dea]

whoever first decided to stab small holes in their ears so they could put shiny things in it was a fucking genius

[booprenorphine]

A box of junk on my balcony

Pigeons:

[booprenorphine]

Update:

Apparently they went furniture shopping, too, since the family is getting bigger.

[booprenorphine]

Update:

[booprenorphine]

I’ve named them Leia and Luke:

[booprenorphine]

They’re ugly and cute at the same time:

[booprenorphine]

Messy little critters:

They’ve entered their rebellious phase:

[booprenorphine]

Just when I thought Luke and Leia grew up and I can finally clean the balcony, lo and behold, another pair of twins.

[strange-beacon]

“This mop makes a good nest but, I dunno, it just needs more twigs.” ~ a pigeon, probably

[notimetoblog]

Can’t Help Falling In Love (Pt.2)

Summary: Series of moments where Bucky just can’t help getting drawn to her.

A/N : Im so happy you guys liked the first part!! These have been so much fun to write and well I managed to stay below the 500 word mark yet again! YAYYYYYYYYYY!! This part is 466 words. Nothing but fluffy fluff fluff! Part 4 of Love After You is still in progress so I thought id update this story in the mean time. Thanks as always for reading!

His first sip of coffee hits his tongue in a warm welcomed stream. It’s sweeter than usual, but after the weeks he’s had away he’ll take all the added unnecessary sugar. 

It’s been a while since he’s stopped by the coffee shop. He’s trying to be as functional of an adult as possible and that means, much to his chagrin, keeping himself in shape and paperwork.

So much paperwork. Guess being a ghost for decades eventually catches up to you.

So, the little things in life, the ones he’s learned to enjoy, have taken a back seat.

But he’s here now. In this little coffee shop, enjoying this candy bar disguised as coffee and he can’t help it.

Can’t help the way his gaze wanders throughout the shop looking for something.

Well, someone.

It’s been weeks. Three weeks he’s been away on a mission, another two kept away by his adulting ways.

There’s a slight possibility she’s moved on. Perhaps found another coffee shop that refuses to sell whatever the hell he’s drinking in favor of serving actual, respectable coffee. He’s considered it before; maybe she did too.

But then, at the table beside him, one of the chairs begins to scrape the floor as it’s pulled back.

His heart stills, because how on earth could this be?

It’s like being struck with lightning, and well if you’re lucky enough to survive the first time, what are the odds of surviving a second one?

Guess he’ll find out because this time she’s not across the room. No, this time she’s right beside him.

She rummages through her bag as she settles in, and Bucky knows he should look away.

But he can’t help it.

She’s right there, and his heart is determined to let her hear how fast it’s beating.

He feels no force on earth could pull his gaze from her, but then her eyes flick to him, and a third lighting strike hits him.

Must be some sort of world record.

Now he really can’t look her way. He shouldn’t.

“Hi there,” she smiles, when he finds himself looking again despite the alarms he’s sure ring throughout the entire city.

God could he use a drink of water right now.

A few weeks ago, he had imagined the sound of her voice, but this is unlike anything he’s ever heard.

It radiates, and Bucky is sure he’s mixing up his senses, but he can see how bright it is, how soft it is, how warm and velvety it is. It’s so much more than he imagined.

She giggles at his silence, choosing to focus on the pad of paper and pen she’s pulled out of her bag.

And right there and then, he can’t help but long for the next time she says hi. 

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[kashimos-hajime]

the dragon and her shadow

Summary: You fall in love with the Winter Soldier, and they punish you for it. Sentiment is weakness, but what can they do? After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.

WARNINGS: HUGE ANGST, but happy ending, DARK, torture, blood, traumatic events, it’s war, massive injuries, angst, swearing, messy lives, everything that comes with the Winter Soldier’s past, love triangle-ish, Bucky’s a sad boy, scene leading up to smut and then mentions of it after so it’s SFW, also HAPPY ENDING Pairing: wintersoldier!Bucky x enhanced!Reader Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: I have no justification for writing this. I’m just in a mood.

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It’s 1945 and the war has started. Men come in droves to fight with their enlistment forms. You’re good at swiping blank ones. After all, a nurse can go anywhere. All it takes is a smile and a silly little excuse, and a woman is invisible.

You give them to the scrawny boy waiting outside, cross your arms, and smile fondly. 

“You know they won’t accept you,” you tell him and his thin little face turns up to you. You’re wearing your uniform, and there’s your little nurse hat atop your head. He’d say you look gorgeous if you weren’t working and you wouldn’t slap him.

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[scrumptious-delusion]

So I think an interesting prompt would be the reader seeing buckys scars for the first time? (Is this how spontaneous Sunday works? Am I supposed to send you a prompt?)

Yep, pretty much haha. 

You had walked into Bucky’s room without knocking, something that was normal between the both of you, and found him shirtless. 

He had instantly reached for the shirt laying on his bed, pulling it over his bare torso with lightning speed.

But not before you saw the red scarring around his left shoulder. 

Approaching him slowly, you note that Bucky’s avoiding your gaze. 

Once you’re in front of him, you place a hand on his arm, his metal one. 

“You know, you don’t have to hide from me.” You whisper

The relationship between you and Bucky was that of good friends, however, you wished for more.

And hoped he did too. 

Gradually, Bucky’s steely gaze meets yours. 

“No one wants to see that, doll.” 

“I do.”

Watching his face closely, you move your hands to the bottom of his shirt and, when Bucky shows no resistance, lift it up and off, baring him once more. 

The sigh that escapes you can’t be helped, it just looks so... painful. 

“Oh Bucky,” You mumble, hand hovering over the scars. “Does it still hurt?”

It takes him a moment to respond, and when he does it’s with a simple shake of the head. 

With a touch as light as a feather, you run your fingers over the crisscrossing lines, committing each one to memory. 

“These are nothing to be ashamed of Bucky,” You state, lifting your gaze to meet his. “You’re beautiful, all of you.” It’s something you thought you would never say out loud to the man, but you can tell he needs to hear it. 

A surprised breath leaves him, like you’ve just hit him. 

The rim of his eyes seem to turn red but before you can offer him comfort, Bucky’s hands are in your hair, pulling you forward. 

His lips crash onto yours with desperation that you match, however, despite the urgency the kiss is sweet and loving. 

“I’m sorry,” Bucky breaths against your lips, having pulled away “I just, I’ve wanted to do that for so long and you -”

You silence him with another kiss. 

Spontaneous Sunday

[jewelofwinter-deactivated202007]

Whiskey and Starlight

Pairing:  Winter Soldier x Reader

Prompt:  “He taught me how to give a blowjob.”

Warnings:  Smut (male receiving oral, vaginal sex), 18+ ONLY

A/N:  Written for @cametobuyplums @howardpotts @tranquil–heart Sinful Secrets Challenge.  I want to thank @definitelywintersoldier for being my muse!

Whiskey is rough and it burns as you relish in the satisfaction of it.  A lot like the man lying beside you.  You know he isn’t sleeping—he never does.  He sleeps enough.  They force him to sleep when he doesn’t want to.  When he would rather be with you.  But you, like whiskey, are a commodity he’s only given a rare taste of.  When they aren’t privy to his covert mission:  Locating you, and enjoying a taste of what you reserve just for him.

Rolling to your side, you caress his bare chest with your fingertips, tangling them in his soft hairs.  A sigh, he yields to your touch before grasping your hand to stop your ministrations.  He leans forward to kiss you, tasting of whiskey, gunpowder, and something distinctly him.

As he deepens the kiss, you relax and surrender.  Become pliable.  And he feels an emotion to which he can’t put a name.  Unspoken consent, trust that no one else affords him.  Not that he blames them.  He deserves their looks of terror and fearful screams, the pleas of his victims.  He’s a monster, the villain from myths parents tell their children.

What he doesn’t deserve is the pleasure you offer him, and he feels guilt for casting his shadow over your doorstep.  Nameless, but with a face chiseled out of your dreams—you didn’t turn him away.  You refuse to believe in ghost stories.

It’s been a decade, and yet to your surprise, he remembers every sweet spot he mapped out on your body.  With every whimper he elicits, you feel him smile against your skin.  To the man frozen in time, it hasn’t been years of waiting, pining.  Your friends say you made a deal with the devil, but you know of no monster who can make you feel this good.

You submit willingly to the large hands, one flesh and one metal, that roam your body.  Hands that could kill you without effort.  You trill at the thought, keenly arching your spine off the mattress.  His fingers splay over your breasts, thumbs rubbing the stiff peaks of your nipples.

“Oh, God,” you moan, “Soldat, please…”

“Терпение,” he commands sternly.  Patience.  He tests yours in every way imaginable and punishes you accordingly when you fail… Fisting your hair, he pulls you up onto your knees, scrutinizing your naked body with hooded desire while he unzips his pants.  You meet his gaze, eyes wide, and as if on instinct, your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

His heightened perception allows him to see the big picture.  The realization that you haven’t been with anyone except him—the night you naively left your window ajar, and he climbed inside.  Then, oral sex was not on the agenda.

You gulp, because he’s as long and thick as you remember and you can’t fathom it.  Your core throbs and clenches around nothing, remembering too, the burning stretch of your walls as he filled you up completely.  Sweat-slicked bodies melded in the throes of passion.  You had bruises on your neck and hips from his metal digits and wore them proudly.

A harsh tug on your hair brings you to the present, and you oblige him by bending and taking him in your mouth, where he fits like a glove.  Eyes rolling up to meet his, you try to gauge his reaction only to find them indiscernible.  With nothing to go on, you continue—tongue flicking and curling around the tip, head bobbing up and down, the salty taste of pre-cum blending with the spicy flavor of whiskey.

The grip on your hair tightens as he shoves himself in further, nearly gagging you.  Tears brim your eyelids, the various weapons attached to his belt chafe, but never have you felt so aroused.  It’s wholly unfair the way your body responds to him, like being possessed.  Perhaps, you did invite the devil.

Starlight glints off his metal arm, and your vision blurs, both from the refraction in your eyes and how senselessly he fucks himself using your mouth.  Your knees press into the mattress as his grunts grow heavy in your ears, and he quickens his already punishing pace.  You’ve read enough books to know you have to breathe through your nose.  You prepare yourself for him to climax, but at the last second, he pulls out and you feel hot spurts on your face and breasts.

You gaze at him hazily, as he cups your cheek.  There’s a tender possessiveness in his blue eyes, now.  “Moya dusha.”  You needn’t ask, you don’t have to, you can just tell it means you’re his.  After holding you against the hard planes of his chest for a moment, he lays you atop the bedspread.

“Soldat,” you mewl softly, reaching out for him.  A small smile, he smothers your body with his and penetrates your folds with his cock.  Your toes curl at the intrusion.  It’s been awhile for him, too.  You can tell by his sloppy, albeit brutal thrusts.  “It’s okay, Soldat,” you whisper in his ear, “let go.  Let me feel all of you.”

He complies, and you take the pounding.  Though you won’t be able to walk for days, so be it.  The memory of him will stay etched into your body until the next time.

Translation:  My soul.

[yellowpoet]

My aesthetic: when you take off your glasses on a highway and all the lights go soft and smudged, a trail of amber behind you like a quiet afterthought

[troyetroyetroye]

My aesthetic: keeping my own glasses on so I can see the road and not die

[momoiroinkremade]

[theriu]

Im so sorry youve been trapped in the passenger seat all these years Yellow.

[yellowpoet]

GOD PLEASE LET ME OUT I MISS MY FAMILY

[nerdgasrnz]

FireAlpaca is now COMPLETELY a Paint Tool SAI alternative!

BITMAP WATERCOLOR BRUSHES, Y’ALL!!! Want to make some SAI brushes in FireAlpaca? Check out THIS handy Guide!

Want to make this brush? Just make a perfect circle and save it (I call mine “round”) and use it as the bitmap, and copy the settings above. It works pretty nicely :D

[nerdgasrnz]

aHHHH HOLY SHIT WHEN DID THIS POST START TRENDING?!

UM, WHILE I’M HERE:

Here is where you can download FireAlpaca (it is completely free software)

*If English is not your native language, you can download it in other languages.

Please download from the official FireAlpaca websites, because a friend of mine simply googled FireAlpaca and downloaded from some random site, and she got malware! So PLEASE be careful.

FireAlpaca has a suggestion/bug reporting box on their site so you can request features, or let them know if you’re having any issues! Also FireAlpaca works fantastically on Mac computers! (though I will say the only time FA has crashed on me is when I used a Mac, so PLEASE save your work often)

Also, please visit these tumblrs if you do get into using FireAlpaca:

@everythingfirealpaca @fpacatuto

[cellular-thirst-deactivated2017]

for anyone who wants an alt to Sai. :O

[mcpippypants]

@valynara ! Hey remember when i told you fire alpaca was a good alternative? Check it out its great for mac!

[meatpower]

Where is the I’m alone nobody care me monkey

[marijuanitopayasito-deactivated]

[meatpower]

i’m so fucking sad right now. why is he still alone doesnt anyone fucking care him

[wormdad]

[meatpower]

[nacho-bucky]

Between

Prompt: “Contest.” 

Summary: Bucky and his girl enjoy a day at Coney Island, but he’s got something burning a hole in his pocket. 40s!Bucky x Reader. 

Word Count: Approx. 1500

Warning(s): Fluff

Author’s Note: My submission for day 30 of @ibwhellospring​‘s Hello Spring 2019 Writing Challenge. 

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Magic blooms in the space between the realest things. Her heels clicking on the pavement? A sound that sets his heart racing, certainly, his pulse quickening and catching alight. But it’s the split-second worlds that exist between her heels hitting the ground that make Bucky fall in love.

A smooth swipe of lipstick, the press of a kiss against her own mouth – he wants to drown in that half-second, the moment before she purses a bright scarlet smile.

In the wake of a joke or a jibe, she tips back her head to laugh – and he could freeze it. Linger in it. The tumble of her hair; the way her eyes drift shut against the weight of joy.

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[on-your-left-avengers]

These images are too pure to remain in my camera roll ;)

[theycallmebucky]

Too Close (B.Barnes) *SMUT*

Too Close

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o dynamic, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), swearing, some hair pulling, dirty talk

Tagging; @heatherhoney2000 @widowsfics @myluvislikewow @canibeadino @sebseyesandbuckysthighs @buckysbackpackbuckle @angelsdeadromance @potterhead7656 @annadier @shawnmendes987q @glittervelvetandlace @dislarryting @wine-and-space-donuts @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @gothamsmermaid @fantasticimpaladoctor @nopevilleluas @kinqshley @makeupgirllaur @eileenlikesyou-maybe @incadinkadoo @mermaidinplaid @lostinspace33 @heavymetalangel @therealcap @princess-basket-case

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[crypticavengers]

who the hell is that??

[marvelgirl7]

Plums can help your memory. Bucky was buying Plums… *Cries In Asgard.*

[jobean12-blog]

Soft Seb Monday! For me, it’s the sweet smiles, soft t shirts, crinkly eyes and nose scrunches! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

@the-ss-horniest-book-club @eurynome827 @cchellacat @book-dragon-13 @buckmesideways22 @jewelofwinter @cametobuyplums @nerdypinupcrystal