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you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

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Wade, being carried out by security: WAIT! Wait! Y/N! Tell this man that you know me!

Y/N, lying: … And you are…?

Security: [proceeds]

Wade: NO!!

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[pack training session] Derek: Wow. Scott just killed Stiles. He wasn't fast enough to untie him before the hunter pulled the trigger. Stiles: Derek--- Derek: I can't hear you, Stiles, you're dead. Scott, he bled out in your lap. And now you show up at my door. How are you going to break the news to me? Let's see. Scott: Okay, we don't have to do this. Derek: Ah, hello Scott! How are things going with Stiles, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that? Scott: Dude, I get it. Derek: It's---it's Stiles' blood? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And... [Derek snaps his fingers] Derek: I've killed myself.

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desperately need fics to start including steve's truck plsplspls

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Stfu she looks perfect 😭😭😭

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stiles: Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anywhere. derek: What do you mean? you fit perfectly in my arms. stiles, sobbing: Shut up…

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no one:

steve rogers and natasha romanoff in every mcu movie:

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Wanda: Please tell me this isn’t another ridiculous prank.

Pietro: Okay, it’s not another ridiculous prank. It’s a brilliant prank!

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Wade: You know you’ve made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Peter: Those are wanted posters.

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You told Bucky that, 'He's right' 《Drabble》

Words: ≈600

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x f!reader.

A/N: omg i actually wrote a short story. Dunno if you'd call it a drabble if its >100words but eh. Divider is mine :)

Bucky stared down at his phone, his brow furrowed in confusion. He sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the door you had just walked through after the argument. Everything about the situation felt... wrong.

"Did I hear that right?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You had said the words no married man expects to hear, especially after an argument: "You're right."

A cold sweat broke out on Bucky's forehead. He picked up his phone and hurriedly typed a message to Sam, his thumbs flying over the keys like it was a mission.

Bucky: Hey, I just had an argument with Y/N, and she just told me I was right. What do I do next?

Sam's response came almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the exact moment Bucky's world flipped upside down.

Sam: Oh no. What did you do?

Bucky: That's the thing! I didn’t do anything!

Sam: Doubt it. Check again. You definitely did something.

Bucky got up and peeked out the bedroom door. You were calmly sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone as if nothing monumental had just occurred. No fuming. No angry glares. You even had a tiny smile on your face. That, more than anything, terrified Bucky.

He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, typing with even more urgency.

Bucky: I swear! She just said, “You’re right.”

Sam: She said WHAT?

Bucky: “You’re right,” Sam. I’m not messing with you. What do I do? Is this a trap?

A long pause followed. Sam was probably trying to process what Bucky was saying, and that made Bucky even more nervous. His phone buzzed with another message.

Sam: Listen, man, if she said you're right, there's no going back. You’re in uncharted territory now. Just apologize.

Bucky: But she said I’m right!

Sam: And you’re still wrong. Did your Dad not tell you that women are always right?!

Bucky's mind raced. What if this was some sort of test? What if this was a new form of argument he had never encountered before?

Bucky: Okay, but what do I apologize for?

Sam: For breathing. For existing. Pick one, man. Just go with it.

Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples. None of this made sense. He felt like a soldier in a war zone, except the enemy was invisible, and the battle lines were non-existent. He looked at his phone one last time, hoping for some final piece of wisdom from Sam.

Sam: If she said you're right, just apologize and bring her chocolate. And flowers. Actually, maybe throw in a puppy just to be safe.

Bucky: A puppy? Where am I supposed to get a puppy at this hour?

Sam: Figure it out. Good luck, man. It was nice knowing you.

Bucky groaned, shoving the phone in his pocket. He paced for a few minutes, trying to figure out the best approach. Finally, with a deep breath, he walked into the living room, feeling like he was marching to his doom.

You looked up at him with a raised brow. "Something on your mind?"

Bucky cleared his throat, feeling a bead of sweat slide down his back. "Listen, doll, about earlier... I just wanted to say I’m... sorry."

Your brow furrowed slightly. "For what?"

"For... being right?"

Your lips twitched, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, hiding a smile. "Oh, really?"

Bucky shifted nervously. "Yeah, and for... everything else. Just... all of it."

You finally burst into laughter, doubling over as you clutched your stomach. "Oh, Bucky, you’re ridiculous."

Bucky blinked, completely thrown off. "Wait, what? So I’m not in trouble?"

You shook her head, wiping away tears of laughter. "No, you goof, why would you be? I just didn’t feel like arguing anymore. I knew you'd spiral the moment I said you were right."

Bucky blinked. “So, you were messing with me.”

You grinned mischievously, shrugging a shoulder. "Just a little. But I like the apology."

Bucky shook his head with a grin. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me, doll.”

As you laughed, Bucky’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen to see another message from Sam.

Sam: You still alive?

Bucky: Barely. You owe me a puppy.

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Ok I'm depressed so I wanna think about Bucky with a breeding kink? Join me?

I don't know which Bucky I'm imagining but I know he's beefy, thick and hair dusted body. Long hair and beard because that fills me with bubbles.

I reckon it starts with kissing because he knows exactly where to kiss you to make you weak at the knees. Lips, cheeks, neck, throat, chest and breasts. He takes his time kissing you all over.

And imagine feeling his chest hair rubbing on your skin. Or his cool metal hand gently wrapping around your throat, squeezing just gently enough to make your eyes roll.

Hmm and running your hands over his chest, or digging fingers into his back muscles. Tugging at his hair? Making him moan into your mouth as he kisses you.

Maybe it starts off romantic? Bodies pressed together, the back of your thighs pressed against the front of his. The raw power of his muscles making your whole body shudder.

He's gonna manhandle you like a pro. Like gripping your ankles together by his shoulder and pounding in to you.

Or holding your thighs wide open so he can stop you from trying to close your legs and push him off when you get too sensitive.

Grabbing your wrists too so your hands can't do anything to stop him from continuing onwards. Filling you up again.

Uh and he's gonna fill you up so much.

Like it's Bucky, he's got a lot but he's also so fucking horny so it's almost like he has more just at the thought of filling you up.

The first time he is happy, but it's barely there.

The second time your pussy is a little messier and a little more swollen.

By the fourth, you have a pool of white filling up your hole, and it's leaking out of you making him vibrate with possessive energy.

He swirls his finger around your clit, spreading his cum all over you. He wants to cum on you again, it just looks so good.

Dirty talk is on point

"Gonna fill up this little hole til you can't move"

"All mine baby, look at that, all mine"

"So perfect for me."

"No no baby, don't hide from me, gonna make me a daddy ain't ya? Can't have you closing those legs"

"Show me baby, show me that pretty cunt full of cum huh?"

And what about if he makes you clean his cock of all the cum and juices? Making a mess of your face, already tear stained and flushed.

Does he cum on your face, or back in your pussy? Who cares, it's always a delight.

And when you finally feel like it's finished?

He manoeuvres your body to make sure things stay put.

He cradles your body in his and wraps a blanket around your bodies.

Maybe once you've dozed for a bit he gets restless, hearing his pretty girl whimpering in her sleep. He rubs his fingers through your messy, puffy folds and your voice breaks as he wakes you up with his desire.

"Oh baby... Gonna have to fill you up again..."

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Forgive me.....

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do we think best friend!bucky would intentionally try and sabotage your dates until you get fed up and finally agree to go on a date with him

and then at the end of the night he’s buried deep inside of you and you’re clawing at his back and he hopes those marks stay forever in his skin

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somebody: what do you like about men twice your age?

me: where do i start?

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boyd: What are you in the mood for? erica: World domination. boyd: That’s a bit ambitious. erica: You are my world. boyd: Aww… erica: boyd: erica: boyd: OH.