Love the focus on the arms and hands, Rachel! Yes, please.
But can we imagine Abbot cooking for you after you have had a long day? He works hard and you want to take care of him, but he just wants to take care of you.
1. The Fate of Ophelia- Got serious Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks vibes from this one. Also, that last line. 🧡
2. Elizabeth Taylor- I loved the references to Elizabeth Taylor. All the lovers, Violet Eyes, White Diamonds.
3. Opalite- a BOP, you hear me??
4. Father Figure- holy SHIT was not expecting that chorus! But loved the vibes.
5. Eldest Daughter- As an eldest daughter myself… 😪
6. Ruin the Friendship- more like ruin my HEART&SOUL. I was driving with tears in my eyes. 😭
(Also, I know a lot of people were thinking that one was going to be about one of her recent friendships that kind of unraveled, but I thought from the beginning it would be in a more romantic way and I WAS RIGHT.)
7. Actually Romantic- who is this about because 😂😂
8. Wi$h Li$t- 😍😍
9. Wood- Loved this one.
10. CANCELLED!- “If you can’t be good, just be better at it.”
11. Honey- 🧡🧡🧡
12. The Life of a Showgirl- A Classic. Loved Sabrina, loved the storyline.
Once again, she can’t miss. 🩵🧡 Now on to Saturday so I can watch TLOAS on the big screen!
Imagine telling bestie!Bucky you’ve always had to fake it in bed with men… You know he’d fuck you till you see stars
STOP. you are a genius honestly. the bestfriend energy turning into fucking?? i’m so damn bad for this…. And bucky would be also so confident about himself in bed like UGH i just know HE knows how good he is… squeezing my thighs at the thought.
You’re walking side by side, milkshakes in hand, the way you always do after a long week. your hands occasionally brushing. It’s easy — it always is with him. Talking about everything and nothing — something stupid. First dates. Red flags. Sex that was just… meh.
And then, casually, like it’s no big deal, you say it.
“I’ve faked it, like, every time.”
He slows mid-step. “Wait. Every time?”
You shrug like it’s nothing. “I mean, yeah. Guys always think they’re doing a good job if you moan a little and say their name once or twice.”
Bucky blinks at you, stunned. “That’s…” He shakes his head, lips twitching. “That’s criminal. I think I need a moment.”
You laugh. “Relax, Barnes. It’s not like they were terrible. It just wasn’t… memorable. Or about me, really.”
He’s still looking at you — only now, there’s something behind his eyes. Heat. Focus.
“You’re tellin’ me not one guy’s made you come?”
“Not from sex, no.”
He stops walking. You take another sip of your milkshake, trying not to smile.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you say lightly.
“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he mutters, jaw tight, voice low.
“Oh, you’re looking.”
He licks his lips, eyes dragging down your face, your throat, the shape of your mouth around the straw. “You shouldn’t tell me shit like that, doll.”
You raise a brow. “Why not?”
“Because now I can’t stop thinking about what I’d do different.”
There’s a beat of silence — thick, electric. You swallow, hard.
“…You think you could do it right?” you ask, teasing, testing.
He steps closer, leans in. You feel the heat of him, the weight of that look — the one that makes your knees go soft.
“I know I could.”
———
You’d said it was a bad idea.
That crossing that line would ruin everything.
But now you’re ruined in a completely different way — your body spread beneath him, flushed and trembling, every nerve frayed raw from the way he touches you like he’s memorizing it. Like he’s waited years.
He kisses you like he owns your mouth. Fucks you like he wants to prove every man before him was a waste of time.
“Look at me,” he growls against your throat. “I wanna see it.”
Your eyes flutter open just as your body clenches around him again. You moan his name, your voice cracked, your legs shaking.
He watches, entranced — every twitch, every gasp, the way you fall apart under him, for him.
“God, Bucky—” you gasp, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“You feel that?” he pants, dragging his cock deep again, slow and deliberate.
You nod helplessly, mouth open on a cry as he fucks into you again — rougher now, steady, each thrust angled perfectly to grind against that devastating spot inside you. His name tumbles out of you over and over, no space left in your brain for anything else.
“Bucky—oh, fuck—don’t stop—”
“I’m not stoppin’, baby,” he growls, gripping your hips tighter. “Not ‘til you give it to me again.”
He lifts your legs over his shoulders without warning, folding you in half, and the new angle knocks the air from your lungs. You sob, reaching for him, your hands trembling as they claw at his back.
“That’s it,” he hisses, watching you unravel. “You gonna come for me again? Let me feel it?”
Your whole body’s on fire, skin flushed and slick with sweat, muscles clenching around him so hard it’s a miracle he doesn’t come first — but he holds on, jaw clenched, arms straining as he pounds into you like he means it.
You break with a cry — raw and shaking beneath him, thighs quivering, your release crashing through you like lightning. And Bucky loses it.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—god, you’re perfect,” he gasps, driving into you harder, chasing his high as your body pulses around him. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
He buries himself to the hilt one last time and groans, deep and wrecked, as he spills inside you, his entire body going tense, then trembling against yours. His mouth is on your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can reach, pressing kisses between desperate breaths.
“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.
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