#Winter writing

[ray935sworld]

The Christmas cat (Pedrenzo)

2.12 winter writing challenge

Dani just couldn't help it. He had to do it. There was no other way for him. He just had to do it.

As soon as the idea had entered his mind, there was no more holding back.

He remembered talking to Jorge the other day and the conversation had just made him more determinend to make his plan reality.

"How about we decorate this weekend?" he had asked. It was winter break. They were at home.

"Eh? For what?" he had replied with his brow furrowed. "For Christmas. Obviously" he replied without thinking much about it.

He laughed about his boyfriends confused face. "I... I'm not sure." he had just muttered and Dani nodded. He decided not to push the subject anymore. Instead an idea popped up in his head.

He took it as a sign that Jorge wasn't a fan of decorating himself. He couldn't blame him. His father wasn't a big fan of orchestrating ornaments and Christmas figured either.

And his mother was a stubborn woman with much determination to make her concept reality so maybe it was for the better.

He blamed Jorge's hesitant reaction on that and decided that maybe that was a good thing too. It gave dani free range. After all they had an entirely different taste.

So he decided to make it his mission to surprise his boyfriend by decorating their little house.

He had already a bit of decorations that were hand me downs from his family. And some lights he may had........ borrowed from a corner of the Honda headquarters.

In his defense they just laid there, still packed away in a lost corner. And so far he hadn't heard anyone complain about missing lights. So he decided he was save.

He bought the rest at the store. He even got some very funky, very unlike Dani things that probably fit right in Jorge's taste.

After spending an unholy amount of money that caused him to thank his career for giving big pay checks, he drove home again.

He had chosen a day on which he knew Jorge wouldn't be home the whole day. He had left early in the morning and would only return in the evening, giving Dani almost 12 hours for shopping and decoration.

So he did the only reasonable thing. He took out his favorite Christmas CD and turned the music up.

He was dancing through the whole house, singing as loud as he could - luckily their neighbors were an old couple that didn't know motogp and couldn't hear very well anymore.

Hours passed and the house turned into a Christmas home.

He had placed the little figures all around. There were lights and candles placed in between. The decoration was up. He was happy. He was really happy with his idea.

It was cozy and had a lovely atmosphere. He was proud of his work.

He spent the rest of the day cleaning up and then started cooking. It was nothing fancy but he wanted to surprise his boyfriend.

He peaked up when he heard the car park in the drive way. Quickly he changed the song to something more romantic but still Christmas.

He decided not to greet Jorge at the door. Instead he sat down on a corner of the table and just waited.

He was already giggling and smiling, hoping his surprise worked.

"Dani!" he heard his boyfriend voice through the house. "I'm home! I - You there? I'm-"

There was a short silence and Dani was internally giggling. His Christmas hat was jiggling on his head as he nodded along the music.

Jorge must have spotted the decoration in the hallway. Or maybe he had seen through the Glas door that there was more inside.

But then he heard his voice and it was nothing like he expected "What the fuck is all this shit?" he asked with a distance voice.

Dani froze.

Happiness sounded different. He sounded cold. Distance. He sounded surprised but not in the good way.

Quickly, he jumped up from his place and went towards him.

He saw Jorge looking at the lights with a confused look. It seemed like he didn't understand them. Maybe that's why he had been hesitant, Dani suddenly thought. Maybe he just didn't like decoration and lights.

Maybe he didn't saw a point in them and thought they were annoying. Anxiety peaked up in the smaller man. Fuck. What had he done? Why had he thought that was a good idea?

"I... Sorry, I thought... It's christmas soon so I thought it'd be nice to decorate. I... I might have gone overboard with it. I'll take it down if you don't like it."

Jorge stared at him in disbelief.

"You... You did all that?" he nodded. It felt weird. He loved Christmas and it meant the world to him. But Jorge had a distance look in his eyes.

It was like he was in a different world. He looked sad. Maybe even on the verge of angry.

And Dani felt stupid. He had made himself vulnerable. He was acting like a little child. He was acting like a kid excited for Christmas. He had completly forgot to check with Jorge. After all this was his place as much as it was Dani's.

He should have had a say in it.

"I'm sorry. I should have checked with you. It's just- I will take it down. It was stu-"

He didn't manage to finish the sentence because two strong arms grabbed him and actually lifted him off the ground.

He squeaked too surprised to react more and just hold onto Jorge. He knew he could hold him up. Jorge could lift him up pretty easily actually as certain make out session had previously proven but still.

But dani was wrong. It wasn't the kind of decoration that was up. The decorations wasn't even the problem in the first place. He thought they were beautiful.

It was the same thing that always haunted Jorge. It was the same thing that seemed to always tried to destroy his happiness, even now, after he got away.

It was his father voice haunting his life.

For Jorge Christmas had long lost it's charm. Christmas was just another day his father had been home, making his life pure terror.

There was no Christmas feeling in the house he escaped not long ago. He had tried. Once. He had decorated his room, just a few lights and figures he bought from his pocket money.

He had been just a kid.

It had ended with the small figure of a cat wearing a Christmas outfit shattered on the ground and him crying under a blanket.

And now he stepped inside the home he and Dani created for themself together and saw a figure of a cat - this one slightly bigger, just like he was now bigger than he was back then - tilting it's head, dresses in a Santa hat, a Christmas red shirt and a little scarv.

It had sent his mind spiraling for a moment. For a moment he wasn't stepping inside the home he bought with the money he made. He stepped inside his childhood. He expected yelling and screaming. But it never came.

Dani came. Dani entered the hallway, leaning in the door, watching him.

He at the older man and then looked at the Christmas decoration, slowly realizing he was actually free. He could decorate his home. He could listen and sing along with the Christmas music.

He could take Dani's hand and dance through the whole house while Christmas lights were blinking in the background.

He looked up, Dani, wearing a Christmas hat, was standing infront of him. He looked unsure. Almost apologetic.

Dani. In a Christmas hat.

"I will take it down"

It took him straight back to reality as he immediately went to hug him. He hadn't known how much he needed it.

"Jorge?" Dani asked after a short moment. "Don't you fucking dare take any of it down" he replied, whispering against his chest. "Or I will put it right back up. That stuff is not coming down."

"You like it?" he asked sounding hopeful. Slowly he was letting dani down again just to cup his face with both his hands and kiss him.

"Yes. I love it. It's the best surprise I could have imagined"

He kissed him softly and long, filled with all the love he had. Dani's lips were soft. He tasted like Christmas cookies. He tasted warm and soft and perfect.

Jorge decided he would never give up that feeling. No matter what he may lose, Dani was worth more.

He grinned at him. It was a big smile. His teeth flashed and he looked at Dani's smile and decided to kiss him again. This time just a quick kiss.

He was still squeezing his cheeks and laughed at the way they felt under his hands.

"I love you so much, Dani. You're the best, thank you so much"

The cat in question

[pockyyasii]

➸ ❝ oh no, i think i'm in love ! ❞ - realise the two of you are falling for eachother

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request: hi!! have you done prompts about people who are together but are trying to avoid saying they love each other? situationship or couple taking it slow kinda thing

a/n: hi! i honestly think after you realise you're in love, there's this awkward stage of second guessing or desire for the special someone, and i hope to capture this in the prompts!!

🪐 prompts by @pockyyasii.

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he offers to drive you: the first half of the car ride is just silence, but then one of you turns on the radio, but the other dislikes the station (proceeds to fight over what's playing, then one grabs the other's hand that is changing the station and holds onto it for the rest of the car ride).

^^ bonus points if the { "are you meeting with anyone?" "no, i'm just studying" } conversation happens

^^ once you reach the destination, but of you are reluctant to leave bc you just want to stay with eachother

making eye-contact in a crowded room

^^ one of you tries to mouth a word, but the other doesn't get your complicated sentence

^^ you end up mouthing "i love you" (bc you think they other can't lip-read), and the other acts like he doesn't know what you just said (but inside has a thousand butterflies)

your checking your phone every second to see if they replied to your msg

^^ if they didn't reply in 0.02 seconds you begin worrying that they're mad at you

^^ in instant blue ticks. or the "(x) is in the chat" - it shows that you're their no. 1 texting priority

^^ texting under the bed covers, at like 1:00am, and none of you are willing to go to sleep bc you don't want to stop talking

their bsf always smirks at you then nudges your crush and they're trying their hardest not to be seen

working up the courage to buy them lunch but then backing out

"so..." "so"

has a polaroid of you in his wallet

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notes: pronouns are interchangeable!! change them to your liking ♡

i'd love read your writing so like like send me and ask of your fic and i'll read it!! no credit needed <33

taglist: @yasicookies ( open )

[ladyofthenile]

Phantom December

I see the dead,

Dancing in the in-between,

mists of blue shadows, moving

“Gracefully across my memory”.

Do you seem them too?

Prancing in the silver storm,

“Far away” and “long ago”

Gliding in the winter snow?

Indeed, I see the dead

Swaying in the in-between,

molten form, glowing like

“embers” as they gaze back at me.

Phantom December by Nisa

[dbaydenny]

Elements of Winter Poetry

Plain white winter words

ashes among the snowflakes

devoid of spirit

unexpected graveyard ghosts

a few remnants of summer.

.

D W Eldred

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Page on snowflakes ❄️. Not much there, but figured what is there should make sense eventually.

[royallyanxious]

A year ago I started making a playlist of winterish/christmas songs that have a villainous ring to them. Perhaps some of you have been looking for something similar <3

[historicallytired]

I had a dream

It was snowing in Paris 

Warm cheeked and pink nosed 

Someone was there

Hand in mine 

The ice and fluff crunched beneath us 

Two white and red monsters

Wrapped in coats of bliss 

Scarves of laughter

The flakes fell heavy and dutiful 

Soldiers marching downwards 

Lights sparkled like bombs exploding 

On the wet street below 

We needed nothing else 

No one else 

I could not see you 

But I knew you were there 

While it was snowing in Paris 

[hadeshimbo]

Brunel Writer Winter Writing Competition Winner!

Also known as the BWWWC Winner, just doesn��t have the same ring...

Won my universities winter writing competition and secured not only bragging rights but also a vouch, talk about a great start to the year. You can find the story @ https://brunelwriter.com/ but it will be slowly buried as the eons go by, so here it is as well, copied for you viewing pleasure.

Hope you enjoy : ) 

Solstice: by Harry Rooke-Kelly

This job was never easy. It has never been easy, in large thanks to you lot, with your cars, your cities, and your infernal gender reveal parties. Do you know how hard it is to cultivate a blizzard when everything is on fire? So perhaps it is petty of me to snow you in, freeze your roads, and ruin any holiday travel plans but like with most things, you have brought this upon yourself.

Regardless of your bothersome existence, this job has become increasingly hard as of late, largely due to the ever-bright Spring. Once a cycle we meet, to pass the ceremonial, and entirely metaphorical, baton. Every time, I watch him tumble over his words like a new-born fawn struggling to stand for the first time, while a small horde of bunnies hop around his legs, leave droppings and paw prints in my pristine snow. Every moment is misery, and he seems so blissfully unaware, nattering on about plants and desperately trying to drag me to see the lambs.

He is yet to succeed.

When time was new, and we equally as new, it was quiet. Yet to meet, I performed my duties, took one day of recuperation, and then began work for next winter. No one appreciates how hard it is to cultivate well-laid snowfall, or how long it takes to create individually unique snowflakes. No, you just whine about how cold it is.

Now I must meet with Autumn to take over duties and responsibilities, before handing them over to Spring. I have never encountered Summer, nor do I think I ever will. Autumn is pleasant enough, a little cold, but in a cosy sort of way. We share brief conversation, a light jab at what you lot are doing to the planet, and then she disappears back into the amber of mounting leaf piles.

This cycle, Autumn insinuated, like the cryptic witch I have come to know her as, that I have a semblance of affection for the naïve and childish Spring. It’s stupid, isn’t it? He’s an oaf, a boisterous loudmouth, constantly trying to drag me to his grove while mudding mine. But when I returned to the clearing where we meet, convinced I had misplaced my shawl and furs, I found a fern growing from the snow. It had been brief, but he had ‘accidentally’ trespassed into my domain and left a little reminder.

I thought of pulling it root and stem, then and there. But, what a curious experiment this could be.

So, every day, after my duties, I would attend to the fern, watering it, nourishing the soil as much as these icy hands could manage, and slowly, over the summer months, I grew attached to the little sprout. It was resilient, growing just as strong despite being an admittedly frozen thrall of this place, despite how brutal and cold it could be. It remained and wouldn’t go away.

It seems, unfortunately, Autumn was indeed correct.

I am saddled with… unnecessary feelings.

[nossumusstellae]

Sunday Thoughts #4

There is something about snow swirling past my windows that makes me want to write.

Sitting by a fireplace in a favourite chair, listening to the wind whisper secrets through the gaps in the windows.

The cozy feeling of being warm inside while outside is absolutely freezing.

Winter is a season of contradictions. Solitude and family Christmases. Silence of the first snow and the laughter of children building snowmen. The lack of embarrassment as we all belt out carols like no one is listening when in fact a great many people can actually hear us.

As images flood my mind, my pen dances across paper.

Solidifying imagination into words on a page.

[ashesthendust]

What else can I write? My regrets? Many, all the time. When it’s dark at night and when it’s the middle of the day and I pretend to be awake. I drink too much. Try too hard. Gossip more than I should. Am stubborn and argumentative and egotistical. Act like I am the center of a universe that is more interesting than it is. Lack emotional depth, empathy. Cry too easily anyways. Become frustrated quickly. Hold myself apart. Lack firm ethics or boundaries. Am too self-satisfied. Am deeply insecure, worsening every year. Take too many shortcuts; claim the accomplishments anyways. Treat knowledge like a weapon. Treat humanity like a skill to learn instead of a state of being.

December 29, 2023

[bebx]

[ray935sworld]

The first snow (Alex/Bruggi)

1.12: Winter writing challenge

"Fucking hell, look at this!"

Christian woke up with those words. He was barely even awake when he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly.

"Bruggi. Bruggi. Look. Shit, look at this!"

He blinked confused. His voice wasn't shocked or scared. It sounded happy. So there was no reason to urgently check out whatever was going on.

Instead he just decided it was too early for whatever was going on. He wanted to sleep. He was tired. He felt it in the way his eyes were still burning while falling shut almost immediately. So he just closed them again.

He took a deep breath, hoping sleep would take him back to whatever dream he just had.

"No. Come on, old man." came the quick reaction and he cursed his husband for having that much engery that early in the morning.

He loved him more than anything. Fuck, he love him more than the whole world and loving him felt as easy as breathing. But right now he was just annoying.

He would do anything for him. Except get up early when there was no need for it.

He wanted to turn around and go back to sleep, dealing with whatever was going on later.

Then Christian felt Alex lips on his. They were soft, still dry after sleep but felt perfect. He smiled, forgetting the tired feeling for a moment. It was a short kiss, just enough to do the trick. And really, this did persuade him to open his eyes again.

He was met with Alex sitting on his lap, a huge smile, teeth flashing white at him and a slightly scary look. He knew that look in his eyes. That man had a plan.

In combination with that smile - Alex definitely had a plan and Bruggi wasn't sure he would like whatever was going on.

"Good morning to you too" he muttered. He was ignored. Instead Alex pointed towards their window. "Look at this." "Mm?" he muttered, sitting up as well.

He looked outside the already open window. Alex must have pulled the curtain to show him.

And really the sight, beside having his husband sitting on his thighs, was definitely worth it.

It was still dark outside. Only the streetlight across from their home gave the needed light. He could see snow flakes falling down that were reflected by the light.

He could see that the trees were already covered in white. The roofs were just as white. A thin layer of white was covering the world, causing his husband to smile widely.

He looked like an excited kid. Alex surely wasn't immune against the beauty of snow. He never was.

And Bruggi loved it. He found it fascinating to see the younger one be as mesmerizing by nature as he often was.

But now it forced Bruggi to be woken up, at whatever too early hour it now was.

"It's beautiful" he confirmed to keep the other one happy. "It is! So get up, Schatzi! We're going on a walk-" He was about to get up but the other didn't gave up without a fight. "But-" He quickly started.

It was a quick attempt to escape getting up early on their day off and freezing his ass off just because his hyperactive boyfriend loved seeing snow.

"But you are even more beautiful" he said sneaking his hand around Alex neck. He pulled him down towards him, leaning his forehead against his.

He felt Alex twitch for a second but then give up and instead gave into his touch. "Clearly. You're more beautiful. So why don't we stay here for a little while longer so I can enjoy you some more?"

They were awake and Alex had to much energy already so the suggestive tone wasn't misplaced.

Alex laughed but gave in as he leaned in to kiss Bruggi again. "awe...." he said. "You're a sweet talker, Schatzi. You just don't wanna go outside already." "Yes. Is it working?"

"Mm..." The fromer rider faked thinking about it as his hands move to the other ones upper body. They circled around his shoulders and then placed them right on his chest.

For a moment he could feel his heart beat.

"Yes" he decided as he pushed Bruggi back down in the bed. The man bounced a little at the mattress but was quickly pressed down when the other wrapped himself around him.

His hand ended up under his shirt, directly on his chest. He grinned up to him. "Now enjoy me" he said cheekily. "I do... I always do. Even if you wake me up at the crack of dawn just to show me snow."

Alex crackled at that. "It is beautiful." he said in his defense. "Yes yes... And I definitely never seen it before. Because it's not like I've ever seen it before. We just live in Austria where it's snowing half the winter."

He rolled his eyes at that. "Well I am here all the time so you don't like seeing me? Because you see me all the time. We even work together, Schatzi."

"You're such a tease" he replied smiling.

[whimsifae]

the five homoerotic love languages:

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

- lifelong promises that always sound suspiciously like wedding vows

[navybrat817]

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.

Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didn’t just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.

He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didn’t want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.

If he had a glass in his hand it would’ve shattered.

Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. “Get over here,” he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.

As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought he’d receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. “Would you please excuse me?” You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the man’s grip. “My husband is waiting for me.”

Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldn’t believe some days that you wanted forever with him. “I was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,” he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.

The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. “As if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,” you teased.

“Because he has no right to touch you,” he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. “I know you’re better with people than I am, which is why you’re the one who has to socialize and I’m sorry for that. But you also said I’m not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.”

He swore he didn’t have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.

You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. “You do know I can break his fingers myself, right?”

He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. “I know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,” he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. “But I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.”

You rang a finger along his bowtie. “We all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,” you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. “In a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.”

He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. “Of course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that we’re a happily married and loyal couple.” His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. “Or maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.”

“Sneak away?” You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. “Whatever for?”

“You know what for. It’ll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. “C’mon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.”

He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasn’t able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. “This gala is boring,” you agreed carefully.

“Then let’s make it exciting.” His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. “You made me come to this thing. Don’t I deserve something for showing up and behaving?”

“I haven't made you come yet.” His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. “And I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.”

He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.

“My plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,” you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. “But if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And I’ll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.”

A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.

“You drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.” You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. “I need you.”

Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.

You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didn’t stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.

He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. “Fuck,” he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. “Wait until you feel how wet I am,” you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.

His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. “Still get wet for me?” He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how he’d never harm you with it.

“Have you seen yourself? One look from you and I’m soaked.” Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. “And you’re my husband. That craving for you isn’t going away.”

He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasn’t a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.

Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. “Fuck,” he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.

“There’s a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,” you told him, smiling over your shoulder. “I may have scoped out the place in case this happened.”

He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. “I fucking love you,” he exhaled.

Walking with an aching hard-on wasn’t easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,” you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. “You didn’t mention anything about me not wearing any panties.”

His cock was ready to burst from his pants. “Because that fucking clown out there interupted me,” he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. “You trust me?”

It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.

“Always,” you said, an ache in your voice that he couldn’t resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. “And you trust me?”

It wasn’t just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. “With everything in me,” he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. “I’ll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.”

Once you were home, he’d slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. He’d draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought he’d burn if he didn’t have you.

You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldn’t fall under the tempting spell of your body? “I’m ready for you.” Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. “I mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.”

“My needy little wife,” he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.

“My needy husband,” you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.

“What kind of man isn’t needy for his wife?” He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least he’d have you to burn with. “Fuck, your body was made for my cock.”

Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. “My pussy was made for you, so ruin it.”

He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.

I love you.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. “I love you, too.”

His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. “You love me?” He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.

You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. “So much,” you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days he’d need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. “I’m yours.”

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned. He couldn’t with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.

“Neither am…” Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.

“There you go. Good girl,” he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. “Fuck…”

Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. “Worth every second of being here,” he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. “Clean them off for me, baby,” he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.

Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that he’d fuck you all over again if he didn’t get completely dressed. It didn’t stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.

And it didn’t stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.

“Now.” You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. “How do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?”

“I don’t,” he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. “I think it’s time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised I’d worship you, remember?”

You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. “On one condition.”

He titled his head. “What’s that?”

A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, “You put a baby in me tonight.”

So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“I knew you were killers. That you wouldn’t change.”