summary: jack comes home to you on valentine's day
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, love bites/hickeys, pet names (sweetheart), established relationship
word count: 450
a/n: ahh thank you for sending in this prompt, Em!!! i went with something cozy and cute with just a little bit of smut 🤭 hope you enjoy!!
sweethearts sleepover masterlist
Dr. Jack Abbot came home late on Valentine’s Day, exhausted from his shift at The Pitt. He found you curled up on the couch, wrapped tightly in a blanket, watching a romcom on his big-screen TV.
“What’re you still doing up, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice scratchy. He padded over to the couch and stood over you with his hands on his hips.
You looked up at him innocently, only your face visible from the blanket cocoon you’d built. “I’m a love bug,” you said, not answering his question.
Jack chuckled, wiping a hand down his face as he laughed at your silly antics. When he opened his eyes again, he nearly choked on his tongue.
You’d opened the blankets, revealing your body, which was clad in one of his black t-shirts, so much of your bare legs on display. The shadow between your thighs made it hard to tell, but he was pretty sure you weren’t wearing panties.
“Join me, love bug?” you asked, your voice husky and sweet at the same time, and Jack knew he was done for.
Quick as he could, he removed his prosthetic and shed his clothes down to his boxers, then climbed onto the couch, covering you with his larger form. His hips settled perfectly between your thighs and your arms circled his shoulders, tugging him deeper into you as you closed the blankets around him.
“Mmm, warm,” you purred, burying your face in his weathered neck and breathing him in. Almost as if you were acting on instinct, your hips rocked against him, coaxing his cock to harden against your pussy.
Jack cupped your head in his hands and guided you back until he could capture your mouth. He kissed you, soft and sweet at first, before deepening it until you were making out like two teenagers on his parents’ couch.
By the time you wrenched your mouth away and gasped, “Jack, I need you!” he was ready to go, shoving his boxers down and pressing inside your tight cunt, groaning as he slid home.
Jack rolled his hips, fucking you in slow, deep strokes that had your toes curling and your head tossing back, husky moans spilling freely from your lips. His mouth found your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin as you came apart around him.
He followed moments later, collapsing on top of you when he was spent. The two of you fell asleep entangled on his couch, your body keeping his cock warm.
The next morning, you thanked Jack for the love bite he’d given you, kissing him hard on the mouth and giggling at his stunned look before skipping out the door to go to work.
thank you for reading!! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
I read a lot at the moment as I am on reduced working hours due to treatment for cancer, so no judgement on the amount of fic recs I have please, lol.
Challenge extended by @writing-for-marvel - follow this link if you want to participate, challenge is open to the end of July!
I'm also doing the hard mode on the challenge but will post that at the end I think.
Week 1 Fic reblogs (below the cut)
Beans and Badges by @writing-for-marvel
Bucky Barnes, Girl Dad by @sunday-bug
The prince with the metal arm by @byhuenii
Love island!Bucky Pt 1 & Love Island!Bucky Pt 2 by @danysdaughter
Crossroads of the Heart Pt 42 & Part 43 by @lightdancingwords
Honey & Steel Pt 4 by @wildflowersandvibranium
two sugars by @mcrdvcks
scary dog privileges by @keirareidss
Still the best thing I've ever come home to by @storiesbyshadow
Take five by @lila-lou
At a Crossroads by @navybrat817
heart by heart by @winter-soldier-buck
passion project by @firingstars
Five Hours by @pillow-coded
Bucky Baby! by @sosa2imagines
Taken for Granted, Part Two by @pink-sparkly-witch
The Girls Next Door, Part 1 & Part 2 (Masterlist) by @pink-sparkly-witch
Remind Me (Two Shot) by @pink-sparkly-witch
Tech Tuesdays: Steve Rogers by @thezombieprostitute
Wildflower Chapter 9 & Chapter 10 (Masterlist) by @superbassbuck
Just Competitive by @societyfolklore
Jealous Sharon (no name on Fic) by @buckyalpine
i see the light by @trashywormeateroffics
Hips, Thighs & Whispered Sighs by @daydreamgoddess14
Say it with Flowers by @daydreamgoddess14
Beyond his true fate - Part 11/14 (Masterlist) by @lila-lou
What Remains (Part 2 of Till the end of the line which I reblogged before this challenge started) by @world-of-aus
Abby Rose fic where Bucky returns from a mission mentally unwell by @kayhi808
I'm actually thinking next week I'll group the fics by writer, as there's a few here that I've read multiple from the same creator, it might make more sense to do it that way.
I'm going to stop this one here, I might read another couple tonight but I'll add them into next week's post.
🪻Navy you have so many amazing stories and AUs but one of my favourites is sugar daddy!Andy - do you have a favourite chapter/scene that you wrote? Was there a part of the story that you were tossing up over and could have possibly gone a different way?
Em, our beautiful sugar daddy! ❤️
do you have a favourite chapter/scene that you wrote?
One of my favorite parts hasn't been written yet, but for what I have written, it's the part in Sign the Dotted Line where you and Andy discuss the lack of texts over the week where you thought it over. The gentle assurance on Andy's part and not dismissing your feelings was so important for me to share.
Also, him telling Estelle that he won't put up with anyone slandering you after that. It shows what a good man he is, and how protective he is.
Was there a part of the story that you were tossing up over and could have possibly gone a different way?
I had tossed around making the timeline to think over Andy's offer only a day or so versus a week. Without the week though, we wouldn't have had that conversation about the texting, and I felt like it was vital to the story.
I can't wait to continue this AU, and I appreciate the questions! Love and thanks! ❤️
Summary: There are rules for friends with benefits, and you’ve broken the most important one: don’t fall in love with him.
Warnings: strictly 18+ only, mention of sex & orgasms, them being naked together, teeny tiny angst (happy ending), swearing
Word count: 1.5k
Dividers by @maysdigitalarts
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You could feel the warmth radiating from Bucky’s naked body as his light snores filled the room. He had fallen asleep almost immediately after your latest hookup and was now nuzzled against your back, his arm loosely around your middle. He had fallen asleep on the other side of the bed, but as soon as the snores stared, his body sought out the warmth of yours. You, however, remained wide awake, your mind too active to fall into the serenity that came with sleep.
The sheets and pillowcases smelled like him, musky, sweet like honey and a hint of his apple scented shampoo. When he messaged you earlier that night, you didn’t hesitate in agreeing to come over. You never did. If Bucky asked, you were there, regardless of if it were for a booty call, a shoulder to cry on or anything in between.
Because any type of relationship with Bucky, no matter how casual, was better than nothing. Or at least, that’s what you used to think.
Once you got a taste of the feeling of his lips on yours and the wave of euphoria as everything fell into its rightful place that first time with him, you couldn’t return to a world where the only association you had with him was purely platonic. Once you crossed that line, you only became more enchanted by him, seeking out as much of him as he was willing to give to you.
Nevertheless, your heart ached for the closeness and intimacy that came with a genuine relationship, the affection and adoration shown in every doting gaze and loving embrace. Not the hurried touches of a casual affair, which lingered on your skin, leaving you desperate and craving more.
There were times during sex, when Bucky’s steel blue eyes locked with yours, fingers intertwining as you simultaneously fell over the edge, kissing you with a tenderness you hoped was reserved solely for you, that you could pretend, just for a fleeting moment, the connection you shared meant just as much to him as it did to you.
Because to you, he was everything.
You weren’t stupid. You knew there were other women, plenty of other women, who Bucky had every right to see, because as you had to keep reminding yourself, you weren’t together. This was a friends with benefits arrangement you had both agreed to - no strings attached, no feelings involved, just some stress relieving, toe curling orgasms.
But as pathetic, and cliche, as it sounded, you had been in love with James Buchanan Barnes since you first met him when you were paired up for a college assignment. The first day he wore that cocky grin of his like a badge of honour, winked at anything with legs and teased you relentlessly. But you came to know that behind his breathtakingly gorgeous features and overconfident facade, was an intelligent mind, a generous heart and a very nerdy side that he revealed to no one but you.
Tonight, you had come too close to letting your feelings slip, almost saying those three little words as ecstasy overtook your body for the third time that night, barely able to control the sounds falling from your lips. You were positive, when he would inevitably wake up in about an hour, placing enticing kisses down your spine, hands running over every inch of your exposed skin, wanting more from you than he ever asked of anyone else, you wouldn’t have the self-control to stop yourself from revealing how deeply you cared for him.
So you knew with the rise of the sun in the morning, when your heart would shatter all over again leaving his apartment, that was it. You had to end it. Because as much as he was everything to you, you were simply casual sex to him. A tool used to reach his own pleasure and you could no longer continue to subject yourself to the torture of longing for more when your feelings weren’t reciprocated.
The scales you used to weigh between your yearning desire to be with him in any capacity and guarding yourself from any further pain, had now tipped in favour of protecting your fragile heart.
Needing air, and a moment to yourself to contemplate what the fuck you were going to do from here, you attempted to wriggle out of Bucky’s tight hold.
“Where you going?” Bucky mumbled as he sensed your movement, his strong arms tightening around your waist, pulling you back into him, making leaving his bed essentially impossible. It was acts like this that confused you. No other woman spent the night, he was more of the hit it and quit it type, preferring to sleep alone sprawled out on his bed. But here he was, allowing you the comfort of his memory foam mattress, the privilege of hearing his hoarse sleepy voice, whining at the loss of your touch and pulling you back into his bare body like a needy boyfriend.
“James, I can’t do this anymore.” It was a whispered confession, but in the otherwise pitch black and silent room you might as well have screamed it.
Bucky reluctantly let go of you and sat upright, his back against the pillows resting on the headboard. Your eyes were already adjusted to the darkness and you could see he was now clearly wide awake - he knew you never used his given name unless it was serious.
“Why?” Was all he asked as he fiddled with his fingers laying in his lap.
There were a thousand reasons why this had always been a terrible idea, and really, any one of them would be sufficient a reason to put an end to the arrangement. Perhaps the largest being that you had somewhat deceived him when agreeing to friends with benefits - Bucky, however jokingly, told you not to fall in love with him. And you made that promise despite already being completely head over heels.
But gazing into his eyes now, seeing how despondent he looked despite your ever insistence that he didn’t feel the same way, how he was doing absolutely nothing to hide his disappointment at your admission, might have been the only reason you needed to stay.
“I can’t settle for a few sporadic nights like this anymore. Maybe it’s selfish, and maybe I’m ruining my only opportunity to be with you…” You paused, both to muster the courage you needed to speak your next words and to compel the tears collecting at the corners of your eyes not to fall. “But I want all my nights to be with you. All my mornings too. I want the lazy Sunday afternoons, talks at 3am while staring at the stars, making breakfast together before work on weekdays, sleep-ins on weekends followed by slow morning sex, midday naps cuddled up beside you on the couch, movie nights where we eat as much junk food as our bodies can handle. I know it’s not what we agreed to, but I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I don’t think I can be just friends with you.”
Bucky looked at you with complete disbelief, utter shock, and you weren’t sure whether to perceive it as a positive or negative.
Your chest tightened as the silence dragged on. Even though it was only seconds, it seemed like a lifetime - possibly because your entire relationship with the most important person in your life was on the line. This was one of those defining moments where you were met with a distinct fork in the road - Bucky either felt the same or he didn’t, and your life wouldn’t be the same regardless of which direction you were forced down.
“Can you please say something? I’d rather you yell at me than complete silence.” You pleaded, wanting him to put an end to your suffering.
“Yell at you?” Bucky shuffled forward on the bed and cupped your face tenderly. “Doll…” He beamed and shook his head incredulously. Unable to articulate his feelings coherently with words, he instead leaned in and gently placed his lips on yours.
You had kissed him plenty of times before, but it had never felt this loving and filled with devotion. There had always been a transactional essence to you hooking up - you both gained something out of it which you could never achieve by yourself, so you always tried your best to restrain the eagerness and fondness of your kisses in attempts to hide your true feelings.
But right now, neither of you held back.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to escalate, you climbed onto his lap, positioning yourself on his thick thighs, as he encircled you in his arms, hands roaming up and down your bare back as yours tugged on his hair.
Bucky pulled away once you both needed oxygen, even though you would have been perfectly happy to suffocate if it meant his lips were the last thing you felt. He rested his forehead on yours, his piercing blue eyes searched your face like you were all he ever wanted to look at.
“I know you told me no to fall in love with you, Buck-” You started but he smirked cheekily and pressed his lips softly to yours for a short moment to stop you.
Happy birthday Col! Could I please get a MASH 💖 with option 1? Also if possible to have a picture of Willa?
Col’s 1.5k Sleepover
Em thank you so much! Here’s what I got for ya 😌
Okay I love this. It’s the holiday season and the bookstore you work at is receiving boxes upon boxes of inventory, and because everything is rushed and not always handled with care, you get shipped a *lot* of damaged books that you can’t sell. Luckily the local library is willing to take donations of damaged books to sell at book drives! You volunteer to drop off the donations and find a dashing young librarian at the front desk, eyes locked onto the pages of The Hobbit with a mug of tea in his hand. You smile at the look of pure joy on his face as he reads, and it kills you when you have to clear your throat to get his attention.
His head jerks up, blue eyes meeting yours and his mouth drops open. Suddenly he jumps out of his seat, because he was so captivated by you that he accidentally spilled his tea on his lap. You laughed at his sheepish grin, then offered to buy him a new drink at the cafe down the street. And the rest is history. 😊📚
