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when will catholic boy be coming back?
good news is that i already planned out all the chapters and that the next one is around 40-50% written. bad news is i don't really have much time to write them OTL. i will try my best so the next chapter comes out before the year ends, but i can't make any promises since i do have work and stuff :( i will try, though! i will try to make it a christmas/new year's gift <3
I’d like to inquire about the tomato plants please
They aspire to this, I will spam you with their development as they grow bestie 🌱
Omg omg omg! Esteban is the most adorable little thing ever!!!! And i swear, Allie could 100% step on me
I just love this photo as like an encapsulation of him honestly:
Allie has had a rough time of things, but she is devoted to Hope, and she'll tear apart anyone who threatens the town.
Thank you so much 💕 I was wondering if I could send in a smut request with either Bucky or Destroyer!Chris - they’ve been dating reader for a few weeks and they want to go further - reader is nervous however because she still didn’t tell them she has a clitoris piercing and is anxious they’ll hate it and think it’s disgusting
Dear Anon, I hope you find this to your liking! It was super fun to write- everyone loves sweet and sexy Bucky. There is some swearing and smut ahoy!
It starts as a tiny crush.
A smile there, a wink during a meeting, a coffee left on your desk with a lopsided heart drawn on the side. You find yourself with pink cheeks and slightly stammering in his presence so you think it’s just friendly teasing. Natasha comes to your office one day under pretenses of getting some medical paperwork for Clint signed only to confide that Barnes seems to have developed a taste for pretty girls who dress like English majors. When you glance down at your leggings and an oversized sweater and then back at her knowing face, heat blooms across your face. The dress code is forgiving here and your office is chilly, so you dress for comfort. You often have to chase down Tony so it’s easier to wear your flat riding boots for a sprint down a hallway. Coming from someone who regularly wears black leather like a second skin, the idea of Bucky Barnes thinking that you’re attractive is almost laughable.
Bucky finally catches you alone in the hallway outside the gym, his metallic fingers wrapping around your bicep.
“You.” He says. “Are a hard woman to get alone.” He glances down the deserted walkway before focusing back on your face. His damp hair is half pulled back from his handsome face, a few strands cling to the hard planes of his cheekbones and jaw. He smells clean and masculine and part of your brain wants you to crush yourself against him.
“I have an office…” Your voice is breathy, your eyes looking up at him over the tops of your glasses. Your hair is escaping from its braid and you’re sure that you’re a mess from your most recent hunt for Tony across two floors to get a form signed.
“Yes, with lots of windows and we have the nosiest coworkers in the world.” He gives you a slightly crooked smile. “Come to dinner with me? Friday?”
You feel a frisson of shock all the way to your toes. “Um..yes?”
His smile broadens into a wide smile. “Great. Is seven good for you?”
You nod and he brushes the lightest of kisses across your cheek before jogging off down the hall.
You stare at the form in your hands, unsure what you just agreed to.
It turns out that Bucky does indeed have a taste for pretty girls who dress like English majors, but specifically for you. You find yourself looking for him, your heart giving a heavy thump in your chest when he comes by to see you. He always brings you something, a muffin from your favorite bakery, a tiny pot of violets for your desk. You’re together almost every night, sometimes Netflix at home, others its dinner or movies out and once even a concert in the park.
His kisses make your head spin and more than once you’ve had to hide a love bite on your neck or collarbone. He senses your hesitation to go further, the unspoken request to keep his hands above your waist. He doesn’t press but you see the questions in his eyes.
You’re at your place tonight - less chance of a nosy Avenger popping in for a chat. You’re wrapped around each other in the oversized chaise, your head resting on his chest and arms wound about his waist. Legs tangled together like the fingers in your hair, your bare ones ending in shorts and his in snug denim.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, lulled into lazy relaxation by the scrape of his blunt nails on your scalp, you startle when his voice rumbles through his chest.
“Is it me?”
“What?” You sit up abruptly and look at him confused.
He looks uncomfortable as he shifts. “I’ve been staying here with you for a couple of weeks. But you flinch if I even touch your hips. I didn’t know if it was…” he lifts his prosthetic hand and flexes the fingers.
Your mouth goes dry as heat pools low in your belly. It’s definitely not that, you’ve indulged in fantasies of your own involving his metal fingers pulling climax after climax from your core.
“No…it’s not you…it’s me.”
“Doll, how can it be you? You’re stunning, inside and out.” He picks up your hand and presses a kiss to your palm.
Untangling your legs, you straddle his lap, knees bracketing his hips, your hands framing his face. “You are biased.”
He tugs you down, his mouth on yours in a searing kiss. Instinctively your hips roll, pushing hard against the rapid hardening beneath his zipper and he groans into the kiss.
“You better tell me what’s going on before you make me crazy.” His pupils are blown black with lust as he cages your hips with his hands.
“I…I don’t want you to be…not turned on by me anymore.”
He sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. “Trust me doll, that is not going to happen.” He licks over your swollen lip and presses hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.
Tilting your head back to give him better access you finally answer. “I…I’m pierced.”
Bucky slows and then stops. “Why do I feel like you’re not talking about your ears?”
When you shake your head, he gives you a lazy smile. “Well now, you gotta show me.” Cradling you into his arms, he carries you to the bedroom and deposits you on the bed.
He kisses you so thoroughly that you have to gasp for breath when he abandons your lips, sliding his hands down your body and legs to nip at your ankle as he kneels at the end of the bed.
“Well?” His smile is borderline cocky. “You going to make me beg?”
“I’m considering it.” Feeling more confident than you have in weeks, you hook your thumbs under the waistband of the shorts and slowly slide them down your legs.
“Jesus doll…” Leaning forward he runs his hands up to the strings over your hips. “Do these even count as underwear?”
You can’t help it, you laugh until he presses his thumb onto your lace-covered slit, which turns the laugh into a moan.
He pauses, his eyes on yours. “Can I?”
You know if you say no, he’d stop in a heartbeat but you really don’t want him to so you slowly nod.
He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slowly slides the fabric down your legs, skin breaking out into goosebumps under his touch. He tosses them aside and leans up to press a kiss just below your navel,
“Still good?”
The feeling of his breath across your skin is far hotter than you thought possible.
“Yes….oh god Bucky.”
His fingers on your hips, his thumbs parting your lips enough that he can see the tiny silver barbell piercing the skin above your clit.
“Holy fuck doll. I love this damn century.” He presses a kiss to the top of your slit as he drags a single finger over the piercing causing the breath you’ve been holding to stutter out of you. Leaving his fingers there, he climbs onto the bed and pulls you to him, his lips on yours.
You moan as he gently traces around your piercing before pushing first a single finger and then a second into you. You whimper as he fucks you with his fingers, his thumb on your clit, he bites your lip, your jaw, your neck. He feels your body tighten, tense as a bowstring as he captures your mouth to swallow your cry as your climax hits and you flood his fingers.
He lets you ride it out before sliding his fingers out and bringing them to his lips. The sight of him licking them clean is almost more than you can bear.
“Next time? I’m doing that with my tongue.”
“You don’t think it’s weird or gross?”
He wraps his arms around you. “I think it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
You smile and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Is it next time yet?"
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I know I'm not an anon...
Look at his face! Ahdksjhfkske
HE'S SO CUTE PLEASE DSHDMHSBMD I CAN'T
@hotchgan trying out your new tag please tell me what you think about it or i’ll instantly implode
"Wide Awake" - Bas & Laz
Does he know how loved he is? Truly deeply fervently loved? By Cole yes, but by me as well. Quiet nights with him, at the bar, sitting there in silence but in the unspoken bond of ‘how do I know if I am truly myself anymore’ is more soothing to me than any hour of therapy or meditation. When he’s gone on missions or just... out being Lazarus I miss him more than I thought I would miss someone I’ve known so briefly. The list of people I would willingly sacrifice my mind and soul to allow what attempts to steal my body to protect is very small, but he and Rowan are firmly on it. I cannot breach that Shadow they were born from; but I will give everything to stop it from harming them.
I had followed you back on FF net when you began RaF. But things happened and I kind of unintentionally shut myself off from the sites I was on (*angrily shakes fist at depression*). So finding you on Tumblr was such a throw back for me and you've joined other fandoms I'm also in (BNHA, YOI, MysMe). Hopefully this doesn't sound creepy but I could listen to you talk about your AU's for the entirety of a day. Seeing how much love and thought you put into them makes me really happy. 💜 - Allie
Aww, well, I’m super glad that you’re doing better now, and it’s awesome to know that you remember me so fondly! And gosh, your words are so sweet, I’m actually tearing up?
I don’t know what I did to deserve such sweet followers like you guys, but I can honestly tell you that your sweet words always make me so so so happy.
I mostly write my aus and stuff for my own satisfaction and so that they stop bouncing around my head and distracting me XD So it’s always a pleasant surprise when people like them so much! Please don’t hesitate to send in asks about anything on my blog ^^ I always love freaking out with other people over my fandoms, or expanding on my aus!
I just ask that you guys be a little patient since I can be really bad at answering asks in a timely manner T^T I am....not very social, and I get tired very quickly. But I try my best!
Oh man, I see someone already did! Never mind me
I will always mind you! (affectionately)
Here are some from last year to tide you over!
