If you’re not busy, I have a request! This is based off a movie scene somewhere I think??? Anyways. Basically, reader is being annoying and says out loud “I’m bored.” John is like: “Bucky please shut her up,” and Bucky is at first like???? How dare you??? But eventually he’s fed up with it too and tries to convince reader to be quiet, but she ain’t having it ands like “no both of you stfu” and then buckys like “cmon doll ill have sex with you” and reader’s like “okay” and then you write a beautiful smut scene where reader is completely blissed out cuz you’re awesome n then an hour later Bucky returns reader to the couch and she’s passed tf out and he’s like “there i fixed it” and john is like “THAT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING.” oh and reader n Bucky are married!!! I totally get if you don’t have time/don’t want to write this, you write whatever you want to write. Have a great day!!
I love everything about this.
Warnings: explicit sexual content (oral f. receiving, soft dominance, dirty talk), language, crack humor, post-sex bliss
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“I’m so bored,” you whine for the third time, rolling your head dramatically onto Bucky’s thigh.
He keeps reading—barely. “Uh huh.”
“I might perish.”
“Tragic.”
John sighs loudly from across the room. “Bucky. Please. Do something. Shut her up.”
Bucky looks up, insulted. “Excuse me?”
“She’s been flopping around like a dying fish for twenty minutes,” John mutters, rubbing his temples. “You’re married. Handle it.”
You scoff. “Wow.”
Bucky raises a brow. “She’s not a problem, jackass. She’s just—”
“Just what?” you ask sweetly. “Craving your attention?”
“You have it.”
“Not the kind I want.”
John groans. “Kill me.”
Bucky sighs, tossing his folder aside. He leans down over you, eyes darkening as his fingers trail up your thigh.
“If you wanted attention that bad, baby, all you had to do was ask,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “I’d have bent you over this couch and fucked the brat right outta you.”
John nearly chokes on his energy drink. “OH MY GOD.”
Your grin is wicked. “Okay then. What’s stopping you?”
Bucky’s eyes flick to John. “Him.”
“Don’t mind me,” John mutters, covering his face. “I’ll just be traumatized in silence.”
The second the bedroom door clicks shut, Bucky has you pinned to it.
"You want attention?" he growls, dragging his mouth along your jaw. "Now you're gonna get it."
His hand snakes between your thighs, rubbing slow, lazy circles through your panties until you're gasping into his mouth. He drops to his knees like he’s been waiting all damn day and yanks them down with one hand, the other spreading your thighs open.
"Don’t move," he orders, licking up the length of your pussy like it’s dessert. “Gonna keep you right here ‘til you forget what the word bored even means.”
You moan his name, legs trembling as his tongue flicks and curls, building you up mercilessly slow. He grips your ass, pulling you forward to grind against his face, and you cry out, lost in it.
He doesn’t stop until you’re cumming so hard you forget your own damn name.
Then he’s lifting you, throwing you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.
"Hands up," he commands, and you obey without thinking, writhing as he kisses a path up your body and lines himself up.
“You’re such a fucking menace,” he mutters as he thrusts in deep, "but you’re mine."
Your back arches. He sets a rhythm that’s deep and thorough, fucking you slow but hard enough to make your breath catch every time he bottoms out.
“You wanted attention?” he pants against your throat. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
And you do—eyes rolling back, legs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as he wrecks you just the way you wanted.
An hour later, he emerges from the hallway, shirtless, hair tousled, carrying your blissed-out, completely limp body like a baby koala.
He lays you gently on the couch, wraps you in a throw blanket, kisses your forehead, then turns to John.
“There,” he says simply. “I fixed it.”
John stares at your boneless form, one of your legs twitching in sleep.
“That is fucking disgusting,” John says flatly.
Bucky shrugs, grabbing his folder again. “Still worked.”
“I need bleach for my brain.”
“You’re welcome.”
And from the couch, you mumble one last sleepy sigh of victory: “Not bored anymore.”
guys omfg please if ur ever bored go argue about trans people on reddit with a right-wing teenager. i'm serious. i'm so fucking entertained. this guy can't even fucking read man. i sent him 2 links to studies directly contradicting his source-less statistics. he sent me back some long thing about how i'm brainwashed and need to use .gov links... HE SENT ME BACK THE SAME LINK I SENT HIM Y'ALL. HE SENT ME THE SAME LINK I SENT HIM AND MISINTERPRETED THE RESULTS THINKING IT WAS IN HIS FAVOUR. he clearly never even pressed the links i sent him and it's sooo fucking funny. he also has piss-poor reading comprehension. like he reads "people who have had sex reassignment surgery are more suicidal than their cisgender control counterparts" as "post-op trans people are more suicidal than pre-op trans people". deadass. he sent me a link to the heritage foundation as well where they misrepresented the results of a swedish study that showed higher suicidality in trans people post-op than cis people... and a guardian article from 19 years ago that was... surprisingly supportive? and also stuff about medicare and some other company saying there wasn't enough research into trans people... he thinks this proves trans people shouldn't have surgery. im crying laughing. omfg hes so stupid. he has no reading comprehension?? oh and it took him SEVEN HOURS before he sent me his piss-poor defence. did bro have to sleep on it?? im CRYING GUYSS HAHAHAHA
I dont have a favourite picrew, but you asking people to send you their favourite creation thingy (im sorry i have no words), made me wanna tell you about Artbreeder. Its actually such a good creator. Try it if you wish :)
That DOES seem really cool, but I’m hesitant to use it just cuz I don’t wanna put my own photos that I’ve taken on it.
Bored? Take the first two suggestions on your YouTube playlist....
And play them at the same time.
Here’s mine:
The Fall by Christopher Tin
At 30 seconds, started:
Enya's Orinoco Flow, but it's a Bardcore sea shanty (Hildegard von Blingin’)
Surprisingly, not half bad. Someone mentioned sirens down in the comments for the second one and yeah, it’s kind of like that. I’d give it a 7?
