#lil bitta fluff

[dhampling]

the shepherd, the black sheep gn!reader, 2k

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’ He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin.  ���It could be worse. We could be here without each other.” - a plummet into a chasm leaves you and your light-fingered friend stuck. together, you wonder if you'll ever emerge again.

word count: 2,054

as always, a big thank you to the nonnie who sent me the prompt: 'Tav/Reader & Astarion get trapped together somewhere during a mission and have to deal with the isolation and anxiety of waiting to be rescued by their other companions' - i hope i did it justice <3

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He rolls his thumb and forefinger as he casts an absent glare into your makeshift fire. Sniffs. Whets his lips.

“Do you think they’ll come back?” He asks into the open space. 

You’re on the other side of the cavern, triple checking for access points you may have missed on your prior patrols.

It’s been a fraught few days but with the rescue of Halsin came much-needed information. A path to the heart of the Absolute. Finally your journey had a destination, and you’d started to gather momentum in knowing you had a set route to travel.

If Astarion’s revelation had only come a little later there’s no doubt your friends would be clamouring to save you both now.

He knows the camp is wary of him, even more so than before. You made clear in no uncertain terms that anyone unhappy with his vampiric presence was welcome to leave the party as soon as they pleased. He heard the rumbles, the whispers. The staunch distaste for your decision and the following questions on your capacity to make them.

The threat of a power vacuum seems only amplified by your current situation.

Lost in a deep cavern following a fall from a hefty chunk of loose rock, just the two of you. The shepherd, the black sheep. Your companions promising to return but with little by way of a plan to do so. 

It was only your decision to cast Feather Fall prior to crossing that you both survived the plummet.

He is simultaneously overwhelmed with gratitude, and furious beyond measure. 

Overwhelmed to the point of nausea. Deep, horrid nausea that seeps into his bones every time he’s conscious of it. A pounding headache, a splitting skull, a million times ‘why’; the way you reach for his hand in the darkest nights and it feels like a balm. Your neck on a platter. You listen to him and it feels as if the gods finally heard his call.

Incensed - pitifully - because he wishes with hindsight that he’d found a means to stop you casting the spell. He’d finally be dead, somewhere Cazador would never find him; and whatever tale the sordid scars on his back told would rot with him. He’d be left in peace in this cool, damp darkness and nothing would be able to mutilate any part of him again, minus the rats that’d very likely feast on his corpse.

How very funny. It almost seemed a shame to deprive himself of experiencing that one while still having a brain. The irony.

There’s peace here, in the drip-drops and the echoes. An ambience of sorts. A spacious tomb for his undead soul to frolic and haunt for all eternity. Maybe he’d set up his tent so he’d have somewhere for his ethereal spirit to lounge, put the bottles and bedrolls out. He did fall with his pack, after all. 

But you’d be dead, too.

He’d suffer the fall twice. Break his own neck, garrotte himself in unholy witness of whichever reaper came for you. Slam onto the floor of the cavern, repeatedly; until whatever remained of his mangled brain could be assured of your own safety and he could finally fucking die.

Having something to die for.

Now that’s a novel concept.

You amble your way back over to him, rubbing your forearm as you search the darkness mindlessly.

“Don’t know. They’re under no obligation to, I suppose.”

“Easy way to do away with us.” Astarion ponders.

“You might just be right.”

You sink to the floor, wrapping your arms around now-crossed legs and exhaling softly.

“Oh, come on now. It’s ok. They’ll come back, or they won’t.’

He sidles over and sits next to you. A toothy grin. 

‘It could be worse. We could be here without each other.”

When he says this, he expects you to flail your arms and chide him for his ill-timed attempt at humour. Tell him that you’d rather be here with anyone else in camp, that you hate the fact you’re so uncertain as to whether they’re coming back for you. Freak out in the way mortals often do. Reveal all those horrid little doubts over your staunch protection of him that he fears are stewing under the skin.

Instead, you meet his eyes and freely give a small smile. 

“Right again. Making a habit of this.”

“I’ll be careful darling. I wouldn’t want to set expectations now, would I?”

He can tell you’re uneasy, but he doesn’t seem to be the cause. Not remotely. If your body is anything to go by then he’s a solace here for you. 

For some reason, that suspicion makes him feel warmer. 

You look over the packs. You’re unsure how long you’ll be down here, or whether you should be preparing for the worst case scenario where food is concerned; but hunger pangs are worming their way through you already and you’re cursing the single coffee you had back at camp.

You’d like to think your new friends wouldn’t leave you here. Obviously far too optimistic a perspective for someone with a mind flayer parasite currently lodged in their head, but without hope you wager you’d very quickly become completely despondent.

In your mind, either possibility is a very real one. 

Astarion tilts his head to the side to make room for your own atop his shoulder.

The gesture surprises you in its intimacy. Not that you’ve noticed in any way aside from the purely observational, but his desire for physical contact seems relegated to that which is utterly necessary and nothing more.

The nights he has touched you have felt so.

This doesn’t feel necessary.

But it’s welcome, nonetheless.

“What can I do, my sweet? How can we make - this - easier.” He poses with a hint of a playful tone.

“I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are, Astarion.”

He shakes his head and smiles with mirth.

“No, no. Not unless that was a proposition on your part?”

He turns and looks down at you softly.

“Maybe later. I’m just cold.” You speak with little conviction.

No emotion, just absence. He wonders if you’re actually considering letting him warm you through. A service he finds himself surprisingly willing to offer, wanting to even; his brain struggling to consider it a service when he’d derive such genuine pleasure from burying his icy fingers deep into the valleys of your warm flesh, head reverently planting kisses on your heated belly; holding your blazing torso against his. Tarse twitches. 

Astarion hums.

“I could try to make you something, if you like?”

You scoff, a slight smile returning to your cheeks.

“Thank you, but I’ll decline. Tell me when the last time you cooked was again?”

He errs a little, wobbling his head and gesticulating softly.

“Details, darling, details.”

You both sit in silence for a few moments, undoubtedly thinking the same things. Mulling over the choices that led you here. There’s a fondness, though. A lack of regret. What will be, will be. 

“Was there wine in your pack?” You break the silence. 

His head perks up.

“Fancy a lock-in?” He grins cattishly. 

For the first time since your fall, you smile completely uninhibited.

“Gods, I think so. Not much else to be done, is there?”

-

It’s cosy. 

Inside Astarion’s tent are both bedrolls, plus whatever cushions and blankets you could find within your bags of holding; and copious bottles of wine plucked unceremoniously from the stockpile before heading out.

“I didn’t know if they’d take it as an opportunity to mutiny. Cast me aside, leave me to die. I had to take some of the good stuff with me just in case.” He grins.

“I can’t believe I’m so glad to find out you’ve been stealing from the group’s resources.” You lean back, enjoying the warmth of the fire on your icy flesh.

He scoffs.

“What?! It’s hardly an ongoing pursuit.’

He sips. Lowers his voice.

‘I don’t particularly want to give them more of a reason to stake me.” 

Hearing his resigned tone makes your heart ache a little.

“They’d have to stake me too. I’d move too fast for that, obviously.” You mimic quick gestures with your hands, monk-style. He splutters on his wine. 

“What on earth was that?”

“A demonstration of my battle prowess?”

You chop again with your hands, moving quicker as he folds with laughter.

“The focus in your eyes, darling. It’s remarkable.” He breathes heavily.

“Obviously? I’m ensuring they can’t stake either of us?” 

You commit to the bit, chopping in the space all around you until your companion has tears in his eyes and is gasping for unnecessary breath.

“Thank gods I have a hero like you to protect me, hm? My knight in shining armour.” He practically purrs, wiping the tears and resting on his elbow.

“Just be thankful you’re not the one who has to fight against these hands.” You shake your head and dust them off with exaggerated finesse. 

“I’d feel sorry for the poor bastard who does.”

He likes how absolutely ridiculous you are at this moment. It’s sobering. Two hundred years and he hasn’t seen someone with quite the ability to create a levity like you just brought to the situation.

Your devotion - though used in jest - doesn’t pass him by unnoticed, either.

A beat of silence.

You pour another big goblet of wine and stare into the abyss.

“What if we are just stuck down here?”

He ruminates, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Then we have three options.’

He looks at you.

‘One. We find a way to climb that crag right to the very top.’

You both look up to where he points. Above you, minus some jutting rock, is a chasm as wide as the sky.

‘Two. We repopulate down here somehow and create our very own race of awfully mutilated creatures to fool the gang into thinking it’s someone else they lost down here. We can’t replicate Gale exactly, obviously, but I think they’ll begin to look similar after a couple generations of natural inbreeding.’

You pull a face and shiver. He shrugs.

“Three. We get cosy, and go out happy. There’s nothing we can do from here.”

Astarion lifts his chalice in a moribund toast, gesturing for yours to meet him in the air.

“I’m grateful you’re here.” Your cup clinks against his.

A moment’s silence. 

“I’m grateful it’s you.”

He looks at you once more. 

He could’ve been down here with anyone. Most of them would have staked him immediately. Said the Feather Fall had worn off, that nothing could be done. He’d have been left here, dead, with nobody to remember the only weeks of freedom belonging to him in the last two hundred years of his miserable existence.

But there’s you. There’s always you.

He wonders how you would react. Whether you’d shrug and remain stoic, returning back to the wants of the masses, just another fallen body. Throw some nightshade into the abyss in memory and move on.

Of course you wouldn’t.

“I don’t regret it, you know.” You speak as you sip, still looking up into the cavern’s sky.

“I- Thank you.’

You sit in silence for a few minutes, the drip-drops of the cavern a calm backdrop.

‘Between friends - you’re a little in love with me, aren’t you?”

You swallow a gulp of wine and wobble your head. Gesture lazily into the air around you.

“Not yet, no.”

He moves to object, but is caught mid-breath. 

“We’re doomed anyway. What if I said it? Those three little words?”

You laugh and sip again.

“What the hells. I’d say it back. Hope we live long enough to see it play out.”

Astarion looks at you fondly. There’s a genuine reverence in his eyes, soft and considered; and for the first time you see no barriers. If there’s a future in which the two of you don’t starve to death then he sees you there aside him.

“I love you.”

You bring his palm to your cheek and hold it there for a moment, closing your eyes and nuzzling against it.

“I love you, too.”

He swills the last of his current chalice in his mouth and swallows, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it reverently.

“Now we drink, and we wait.”

-

[caramelcleopatraa]

COGNAC QUEEN

word count: 1.9k

x: @heauxvibez asked someone to write something based off of Cognac Queen by Megan Thee Stallion (amazing song rec, I recommend you go stream the song) not proofread

content: 18+ mdni, Roman x Semeni (OC), dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), cuddle fuck, a lil bitta fluff at the end

I'm lookin' paid and pretty (yeah)

Hair hanging down to my back, huh

I put it on him last night (woo!)

He calling me back to back, hey (hey)

Semeni sat with her legs crossed in the spacious, dazzling condominium. The big window panels showcasing the beautiful city lights. While these two were in their own little world. Far from the public eye. 

Her neon hot pink dress adorned with long ruffles perfectly outlined her figure. His eyes stayed on her plump lips as she sipped the amber drink from her glass. Relishing in the savory taste and enjoying the atmosphere he set.

Drop me a pin where you at (at)

I'm gonna come 'round like a 'Lac (like a 'Lac)

I get in my 'Gac on that 'Gac ('Gac on that 'Gac)

He call me Megan the Mack (Megan the Mack)

“You okay? You’re a little quiet.” Roman sits next to her, filling the empty space like a puzzle piece and putting the bottle on the gray coffee table. “I’m fine, I'm just watching you.” Semeni was never shy when it came to how she felt about him. They weren't in a serious relationship, but they spent their free time with each other. They never assigned a label to their relationship. They were just friends, who took each other out to expensive restaurants, spoiled each other, and fuck occasionally. Nothing special. 

He raises his eyebrow in amusement and motions to himself in an up and down motion. “You been looking at all of this, huh?” She takes one final sip from her glass, emptying it and placing it on the small coffee table. Roman observes her movements slyly, watching her beautiful eyes blink as she sits the glass on the table, watching her body rise as she takes a deep breath. She was mesmerizing.

“Yeah I have, and I want all of it,” Semeni says, placing her hands on his chest, feeling him up through his black polo shirt. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut from the feeling of her hands on his body. “I love feeling your hands on my chest,” he says softly. “I know you do, but I know you want my hands somewhere else.” 

He looks at her brown, gentle eyes and says, “So put ‘em there.”

—-------------------------

“Damn baby, that feels so good.” His black dress trousers were rolled down to his thighs, leaning back on the expansive gray couch with his arms laying on either side of him. Meanwhile, Semeni is kneeling in front of him, between his thick legs, stroking his dick at a medium pace. 

“You feel good baby?” His small whimpers and heavy breaths contrasted his tough exterior.

“F-fuckk baby, stay right there on the tip.”

A thick wad of spit drips from her lips, landing on his sensitive mushroom tip. Her hands cup the tip, fastly bobbing her hand on his tip. God did he go wild. His head tilted back, letting the pleasure take over him.

“Y’wanna cum?” He pants and nods furiously, clutching onto the big couch cushions to stop himself from bucking his hips into her hand. “You know I wanna fuckin’ cum.” His head stays tilted back. He knew not to look in her eyes. If he did, then it was over for him. “Look at me, Roman,” she says, using her unoccupied hand to rub up and down his thigh. He laughs to himself at her request, knowing that she is trying to set him up. “I know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” She pouts to herself, surprised that he didn’t fall for her usual tactics. ‘Okay, let’s try again’ 

“Please look at me, daddy. I wanna see your eyes when you cum.” He lets out a deep throaty moan, still clutching onto the couch cushions. Her voice, her words, her hands, how good she was making him feel. Doing all of the right things to make him crazy. Which is why he can never get enough of her. And probably why he was looking into her captivating eyes now. Frozen and still, but somehow on fire. “There we go daddy, look me in my eyes when you cum,” She purrs, shifting from side to side, ignoring the overflowing pool of wetness forming in her shorts. 

She stuck out her tongue and held him at the base, tapping him against her tongue, but going back to his tip once again. There were no more passive grunts and groans, only melodic moans that filled their ears. Her eyes locked on his, as she put her hands behind her back, using her tongue to lick the underside of his dick before taking him in his mouth. “Oh shit~ I'm coming. Ohh fuckk-” His fingers weaved through Semeni’s brown hair, jerking his hips into her mouth. She moaned around his cock every time he met the back of her throat, swallowing every drop he gave her without complaint. “Damn, girl,” he pants out, taking his hand out of her hair. She tightens her lips around him, sucking him up one more time before she’s done. She wears a lopsided smirk on her face, watching him catch his breath. Pride surged through her. “My mouth felt that good, huh?” Roman lays down against the couch, shifting and positioning himself so that he is comfortable. “Need to take a nap big bo- “Get your ass up here and sit on my face.”

He know I only wanna

Come over put it on him

I got that woah-na-na-na

He drink that shit like water

She anchored herself by tightly grasping the dark gray couch. Singing out delicious moans. Letting him hungrily lick her up into oblivion. Staring into empty space as her eyes crossed numerous times, but focussing hard enough to see his wavy black hair spread out beneath her. Feeling his hands dig into her thighs, working his mouth in ways that make her cry out in pleasure. 

Now it was her time to become undone.

“Oooh- shit~ i’m close,” She pants, prompting to lick long bold stripes along her pussy, and sucking on her clit for a quick second. And he repeats. Creating a ferocious, unescapable cycle.

Her keens of pleasure and needy whining didn’t fall on deaf ears, only encouraging him to keep going. Humming into her pussy like he took the first bite of a delicious meal. She could feel her legs shaking against his face, despite the burly hands and arms wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. “Fuck- i’m finna cum on your face, daddy,” she says slurred, with flushed cheeks and half open eyes. Just as she finished her sentence, like clockwork, she came all over his face. Softly bucking her hips against his tongue, riding out the enormous wave with his tongue as her surfboard. Now she herself was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, breathing heavy on top of him. But she couldn’t get up, his arms were still wrapped around her thighs. “At least let me clean you up before fucking you into the mattress.”

Fall in love would be dangerous (yeah)

Fuck you like I've been dranking (uh)

Cognac on my blankets (yeah)

Real bitches don't fake it, ay, ay

They had ventured into almost every room in the condo. The living room, the game room, the balcony, and now the bedroom. Finding new positions in each room. Thank god there weren't many people that lived in the same building, he hated hearing her restrained and muffled moans under his hand. They laid in the bed, cuddling in the sheets, but nowhere near done. 

Her leg rested atom his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck, while he hid in the crook of hers. Placing those delicate kisses along her neck while pounding into her. She could barely see the other buildings out of the large windows on the balcony doors due to her blurry vision. But those distant buildings were her last thought. Her mind was clouded with the person who was holding her tight between the silk sheets.

Not a word had been said since they laid down in the bed, which was unusual for the two. But considering how needy they were, words didn't need to be said. They had been around each other long enough, tangled in one another long enough to know how each other feels. His low eyes as he tilted his head back and his faster paced thrusts. and her mouth agape, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling the overwhelming waves of pleasure together as they nestled closer. Their chests rising and falling against each other, their heart beats loud as bass drums at highschool pep rallies. Yeah, nothing special.

You look good, you look good to me

Give me hug, it feel good to me

Hold me up, you too good to me

Cut 'em off, I know you would for me

Semeni opened one of the gray drawers, pulling out overnight clothes she had left the last time she stayed over. You know.. Just in case for situations like this. The bathroom had been hot and humid due to a long shower they took. But of course it wasn't just a shower, because he could never keep his hands to himself.

“You damn well live here by now,” He said, shirtless with loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and leaning on the door frame. “You say that like you’re so bothered with that.” She approaches him, her neck cranked to look up at him. “Nah, not bothered. I'm just surprised that you took over one of my drawers.”

“Is that a problem, Roman?” She knew that they were both playing, but there was a tinge of seriousness in her tone. “No, you know you’re welcome to treat this place as your own.” She turns her back to him and smiles, looking back at the drawer filled with her clothes. 

“You tell that to all of your other hoes?”

“You think I would have other women over here when you have a whole drawer to yourself?” She shrugs her shoulders and sits on the bed, pulling the comforter over her smooth legs. “Maybe I should be askin’ you that question.” She scoffs. “​​There’s no man you gotta worry about, cause I'm focused on the man in front of me.” She said the last part to herself. Not realizing that she may have said that a little louder than she intended to. Roman was intrigued to say the least. She was always upfront with whatever she wanted to say. So it was so interesting to see her flustered, mumbling secret words to herself about him. Her attention turned to him when he turned the light off in the bathroom, making his way to her. He laid on the bed next to her,letting the new cold silk sheets graze his skin. His hand reached out to grab her chin, stroking her face softly with his thumb. “And I'm worried about the goddess in front of me. You ain’t got nothing to worry about, mama. And if you ever doubt that, I'll prove to you that you’re the only one I'm focused on.”

Okay…. Maybe this is something special.

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[metalbuckaroo]

KINKTOBER DAY 1: MUTUAL MASTURBATION

🕷 Summary// Bucky doesn’t miss sex, not when he had the chance to spend these mornings with you

🕸 Warnings// mutual masturbation, lil bitta fluff, a smidgen of angst, feels, cursing, sugar baby/sugar daddy dynamics, use of nickname- baby, darling

🕷 AU// SugarDaddy!Bucky x F!Reader

🕸 Note// Kinktober has begun and I’m beyond excited, idk how I feel ab the layout for the summary and warnings, though- may change it. A reminder than any gifs or pictures I use in the moodboards aren’t mine and full credit goes to the actual creators

🕷 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 🕷

‼️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ‼️

Saturday mornings were always your favorite time of the week.

Waking up maybe a little too late in the afternoon in Bucky’s bed, usually greeted by a warm smile and cup of coffee the moment you sat up.

Only this time you woke up first.

Bucky still sound asleep behind you, early afternoon sun streaming through the blinds as you turned to face him. Sharp features relaxed and breathing shallow.

He stirred when you brushed your fingertips to his cheek, a content sigh passing his parted lips.

“Morning,” he hummed, gruff morning voice filling your ears like music.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you poked a finger into his stomach. “‘M bored.”

“How long have you been awake?” Bucky asked, eyes still closed as he reached an arm out towards to.

“Only around five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” He chuckled, pulling you into his chest. “Can’t be that bored.”

“Well, not just bored.” You hinted, tilting your head back to look at him as he peaked an eye open at you. A wide grin spreading across his face and suddenly fully awake as he urged you onto your back, his broad frame settling between your thighs.

“Now?” He beamed, metallic left arm whirring in your ear as he propped himself up on it.

You let out a quiet laugh and shook your head. “Not yet.” You smiled, lacing your fingers in the back of his hair to pull his lips to yours.

“That’s fine, baby.” He murmured against your lips, warm hand splayed on your hip.

Bucky didn’t miss having sex- how could he when he had the chance to spend these mornings with you?

Your fingertips featherlight as they trailed down towards the waistband of his briefs, lips engulfing each other and breaths being shared.

He just missed the connection, being completely open and bare to another person. Trusting someone with yourself and insecurities.

But, in these moments, it felt worth it.

Dipping his hand in the front of his briefs to palm his already hard cock as your fingers slipped into your underwear. Circling your clit as you both lost yourselves in the slow kiss, tongues pressing together and teeth nipping lips. Bucky grazing his lips along your jaw and down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking the skin until a mark formed.

Though, he could see a difference in your heavenly sounds. How much needier they were this time as a breathy whine of his name drew his attention back to your face.

“‘M right here, darling.” He cooed, nipping your lips with his. Pulling the front of his briefs down to free his erection.

The seductive tone of his voice made your heart pound just a little faster and a whimper fall from your lips, your hand not doing the same for you as it had before. Every angle, speed and amount of pressure you applied just not doing it.

“Do we need to stop?” Bucky asked, slowly fisting over himself in case you were needing to stop.

“Everything’s fine,” you said with a shake of your head, being met by lustful blues when you peaked your eyes open. The careful graze of his warm fingers along the inside of your thigh making you clench around nothing, wishing you could just open your mouth a beg for him to help you. Instead, biting your tongue in fear of crossing the paper thin line.

Your back arched when his bulbous head barely knocked into your clit, a blush creeping up his neck. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” Bucky scrambled out before your lips were on his again.

Hungrier than the last kiss, but just as breathtaking as your hand found it’s way down his perfectly sculpted abdomen. Stopping where the neatly trimmed hair started at his base. “Just tell me and I’ll help.”

“Please,”

To you it sounded pitiful. But, to Bucky, it was enough to have his hips rocking forward into your hand the moment your fingers wrapped around his shaft. His own going into your underwear, groaning at the arousal that coated your folds.

“S’fucking wet,” He huffed, easing his middle finger into your clenching walls. “And tight, shit.”

“James,” you moaned, grinding against his palm. Focusing the pump of your hand on the thick head of his cock. Pre-cum helping you glide along the silky skin.

Adding a second finger and curling the two digits against the rough patch just inside your cunt, your head tipped back in a choked out moan. His fingers stretching you more than your own and finding just the right spot instantly.

“I know, darling. I’ve got you.” He purred, choking on a moan when you flicked your wrist. The swirling sensation at his base cresting higher when your free hand slipped down to massage his heavy sac. Gently rolling it in your palm as your skin grew hotter with each passing second.

The softer feel of your hand drove his mind into a fog, gently twisting and tugging as his face buried in the crook of your neck. Trying to focus on bringing you to your high first, stroking your velvety walls until your thighs started quivering. The pitch of your moans and whines going higher until his name was a jumbled chant on the tip of your tongue.

Every nerve frayed as you released around his long, nimble fingers. Stroking him with the same purpose, lost in the pleasure of your high as he rocked his hips in the same rhythm as your hand.

“Ah,” Bucky hissed, hot puffs of breath fanning your collarbone when the roll of his hips went frantic. Fucking into your hand as he worked you through your own aftershocks. “Gonna come-“

You didn’t even register the first warm spurt through your foggy state. His spend coating your stomach and hand as you stroked him through it, peppering kisses along his shoulder as a shudder rolled down his spine.

The warmth that engulfed him was enough to melt away the fact that you were there with him under a contract, that you weren’t truly his.

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[hopefullyababe]

not me having a shower daydream abt takin my friend on a shitty picnic at the park and then asking him to be my bestfriend

[unhinged-summer-fun]

CONGRATS ON 300 BABY!! 💕💕

You deserve em all and all of those still to come!! I'm gonna snag one of those drabble slots with this:

What can you tell me about TBAD Dave and Carol and their first date?

^me listening with rapt attention

AHHHHHHHHH thank you so much Birdie!!!! <3 You know the way to my heart is through the Yorks. This was so cute and sweet! I hope you enjoy this lil bitta fluff! This takes place pre-story in the universe of To Build a Dynasty! (700 words)

Prompt 3/30 finished! Keep sending me prompts! (20+ spots open)

April, 1989.

Caroline Collins had a date tonight. David Dessner-York from across the street had come up to her in homeroom two days ago, hands in fists at his sides, and said, “Carol, I have tickets to Indiana Jones this Friday, would you like to go with me?” as if she was able to actually speak to him without stumbling over her words. He’d been so earnest, big brown eyes standing out like stars in the night sky, that she could only nod. When it happened, David had relaxed so wholly, she realized he must have been tensing every muscle in his body. It was like when he relaxed, she tensed up instead, and that had been two days ago.

And now she had a date.

Her eight siblings were luckily more worried about themselves, and her parents hadn’t worried about her since she was 10. At 16, she’d gotten herself a job, her driver’s license, and started saving for college, because there was no tuition money in a family of 11.

“CC, where are you going tonight?” her sister Elizabeth asked, leaning on the door to their shared room. “You never get this dressed up.”

Caroline didn’t turn around. Recently, she’d been toying with the idea of rejecting that nickname, given to her from a young age, when her parents couldn’t be bothered to call her by her name. David had called her Carol, and she felt like a woman around him. He made fireworks pop behind her eyes and doves take flight in her chest. “A date.”

“Ooooooh,” Elizabeth invited herself into Caroline’s space, peering at her like she was a science experiment. “You need me to cover for you in case you’re out all night?” she leered.

Caroline leveled her with an unimpressed look. “Buzz off. We’re just going to the movies.”

“You know what going to the movies means, right? Did mom and dad ever give you that talk?”

Caroline’s parents hadn’t talked to her, let alone looked at her, in several days. There were always more interesting things happening with her other siblings.

“I know what sex is, Elizabeth.”

“Sure, CC, sure.”

David picked her up right at 6 like they’d planned. She was jittery, and hardly remembered anything they talked about on the drive to the theater, but she remembered for years how safely he drove, and how safe he made her feel when they were alone. She hardly remembered the movie itself, but she remembered the way his pinky traced the edge of hers, tentative and heartstoppingly sweet. She’d interlaced their fingers, neither caring about the clammy teenager hands or the popcorn butter and salt between them. They were holding hands. The pair grinned at the screen as Indy fell off a cliff in a tank.

After the movie, they walked to the diner across the street to talk. This was the part of the date Caroline had looked forward to, getting to know him without the lens of school to color it all. “You called me Carol,” she said offhand.

“I’m sorry, did you prefer—”

“If you call me CC I’m walking home.”

David didn’t blush at her threat, but he did blush at her tone. He liked her a lot. He liked how she spoke in class, how smart she was, and how much she cared about her friends. He liked how she tutored the younger grades, and the care she took explaining difficult concepts. It had made his heart pound in his chest like he’d been running for miles. She’d never been outright demanding of anyone that he’d seen before. To hear her assert herself thrilled him.

“Very well. It’s nice to meet you, Carol Collins.”

“And it’s nice to meet you…?”

Carol got the feeling she had found a kindred spirit in David. They had been trapped by their respective families, either by being ignored or being relied on too much, and they almost never got the chance to choose for themselves. David caught on.

“David D-... Dave York.”

Carol lit up. “Dave York, I like you a lot. Thank you for taking me out tonight.”

“Carol Collins, the pleasure’s all mine. For the record… I like you too.”

[were-cheetah-stiles]

I’m having an *extremely* shitty night tonight so I read TSF again to make myself feel better and now I just really want Dylan. I NEED SO MUCH FLUFF I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Gimme allllllll da fluff *gathers all the Dylan fluff from your brilliant mind and surrounds myself with it... and maybe a lil’ bitta sin* *like that Stitch gif when he fluffs his pillow up then goes to sleep?* *yeah, me* But yeah, thank you for writing such a perfect fix with a perfect man 🙂😙

i feel like you should’ve messaged me. you know i would’ve given you pieces of the next chapter.... but now you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.............. 

[ao3feed-castiel]

Your saving grace

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FlDgEK

by innocent_writer_14

I recently started reading come Gabe × reader fics and i just got inspired, so here is a story written on little to no sleep.

Words: 727, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)

Relationships: Gabriel (Supernatural) & You

Additional Tags: Fluff, New to loving Gabe, A lil bitta smut

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2FlDgEK

[metalbuckaroo]

Sweatshirt

Summary// getting fucked while wearing Bucky’s sweatshirt (that’s the best summary I can come up with sorry)

Warnings// smut, unprotected sex, cursing, lil bitta praise in there, lil bitta fluff

AU// stripper!bucky x innocent!f!reader

Note// fucking tumblr deleted half of this when I was in a deep deep zone where you basically black out and write. So I’m still mad ab it.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Bucky was use to you being asleep by the time he was off work when you’d spend the weekend at his apartment. A smile spreading across his features when he saw you curled up in his bed, only wearing his favorite sweatshirt and a pair of underwear as the TV played the end credits of a movie.

He waited until after he showered to fully go into the bedroom, grazing his hand along your calf until you started to stir.

“You gonna wake up?” Bucky chuckled lightly when you turned to your back. The bed dipping under the weight of his knee when he started to make his way closer to you. “You just get off?” Your words were still laced with the sleep you’d just woken up from, legs going around his waist when he hovered over you. “Yeah, missed you being there tonight.”

You hummed when his lips slotted over yours, his hair still damp from his shower as your fingers tangled in the long locks.

Bucky enjoyed taking his time, gently massaging his hands up the outsides of your thighs until he reached your hips as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your ankles hooked together at the base of his back, fingers carding through his hair to pull him in closer when cold and warm hands glided up to hold your waist. Rocking his hips against you with a muffled groan.

“Gonna let me feel you, bunny?” He whispered into the kiss, getting a soft nod in response as you toyed with his hair. Large hands guiding your underwear down your legs so you could kick them off before he shuffled his briefs down. Thick tip gliding through your folds before he eased in, watching the way your body tensed for a moment as he stretched your walls to their limit.

Bucky was quick to notice the way you covered your mouth with the back of your hand as his hips rolled into yours, sweet sounds muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt you wore.

“Lemme hear ya, angel.” He hummed, metal hand going down to thumb at your clit. A strained whine making him click his tongue and push deeper. “C’mon, I know you can be louder than that.”

Your hands went to hold the taut muscles of his back when he moved your hand away to lock your lips in his. Pushing the fabric up to expose your chest as his tongue slipped into your mouth. The steady rock of his hips slowly building the now familiar sensation in your belly.

“Little louder-” Bucky panted, rhythm of the deep thrusts picking up as his lips latched to the dip of your neck- angling his hips so the barbell just under his tip slid against the rough patch deepest in your walls. The needier whine that spilled from your lips making him let out a low groan.

“Good girl. Love hearin’ ya, bunny.” He grunted, your walls fluttering around him and nails raking down his back as you let out the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.

“Fuck- feels good, s’good.” He said in almost a whine, metal hand reaching to the headboard as his pace picked up. His hips slamming into yours faster than he’d ever went before as your head tipped back against the mattress to strain the wanton moans- swearing he’d split you in two if he went any harder.

“B-Bucky-” you keened, curling your fingers into his back for some kind of grounding as he pounded into you. New shocks of pleasure shooting down your legs each time he’d fill you up, the relentless thrusts not seeming to let up as your cunt clamped around him again. A deep, drawn out moan pulling from his chest as he looked over your blissed out expressions.

Your lips parted as the breathy whines filled his ears, egging him on to chase his own high and work you through a second one. Fucking into you until you sputtered out a string of incoherent words, legs quivering at his sides when his hips dug into yours. Every throb of his cock filling you with his release as his face scrunched in pleasure.

A sweet, gentle kiss was pressed to your lips when Bucky slipped out of you, fully sated as he hummed in content.

“My perfect angel.”

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[metalbuckaroo]

🍒Valentine🍒

💋Summary// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

🍒Warnings// smut, cursing, mentions of recording sex, lil bitta angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alpine makes a entrance shdhehduw,

💋AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

🍒Note// Happy Valentine’s Day!!

💋Series Masterlist💋

🍒18+ ONLY MINORS DNI🍒

Walking into the apartment after going to the store, a white blur running across the floor made you stumble back a couple steps.

You shut the door, looking to where a fluffy white cat was hopping onto the couch. Bucky coming out of the hallway in his briefs. “Bucky, there’s a cat in our living room.”

He gave a warm smile, leaning his palms against the countertop. “I know, her name’s Alpine.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he rinsed off a plate that was in the sink. “All I did was go to the store, and now we have a cat?” You questioned, sitting the bags on the counter.

“We have a cat.” He nodded, obviously joyful of the new companion.

You let out a sigh and rounded the corner of the small island. “Help me put the groceries away.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky chuckled, swatting at your backside.

The two of you quietly put the groceries away, the new pet jumping onto the counter in front of you before brushing her head against your arm. “She is pretty adorable.” You smiled, petting her head as she purred.

Bucky hummed in response, leaning back against the counter beside you. “Tony is having a Valentine’s party tonight. Wanna go?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, smile widening as your head tilted to the side. “This your way of asking me to be your valentine, big boy?” His face went beet red as he scratched at the back of his head. “Relax, Buck. It’s Valentine’s Day, not like we’re dating.”

His heart clenched at those words, bionic hand reaching out to pet Alpine as he nodded. “I know. Gotta dress up though, y’know Tony.” He chuckled, pecking a kiss to your cheek.

“You go get changed, we have some work to do before we go.”

The filming session felt different this time.

Your heart pounding in your chest as Bucky’s arm wedged under your back, taking you with him as he sat back on his heels and let you take over. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist as you feverishly rocked against him. Needy for that next mind blowing release he could give you so easily.

The camera wasn’t even a focus anymore, only how amazing he was making you feel. So full and wracked with pleasure as your fingers searched for the small remote. Quickly turning the camera off before discarding your mask, Bucky’s hand leaving your back long enough to grasp for the edge of his and pull it off.

“Fuck, cherry- feels s’fucking good.” You clenched around him from the whiny moan, his sweat slicked body hot against yours.

“My good boy, Buck?” You panted, tangling your fingers in his thick hair.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He huffed out, puffs of breath fanning your skin as he nosed at the valley of your breasts.

“Prove it.”

Those two words were all he needed to flip you back onto your back, hips ramming yours at a punishing pace as you cried out his name. Large hands gripping your hips to hold them in place as he chased after the unmatchable bliss he got every time he was buried inside of you.

“Make a mess on my cock, cherry. Need it-” Bucky grunted, thumbing at your clit as your body tensed. Your head tipping back against the mattress in a choked out moan as the white hot pleasure took over, clouding your mind so that all you could focus on was the drag of his cock against your spasming walls.

Pushing in once more, Bucky’s grip on your tightened. Surely to leave little round bruises in the place of his fingertips as he filled you with his spend. Short, slow thrusts working him through the aftershocks before he slipped from between your thighs, collapsing on the bed next to you completely spent.

“We’re gonna have to reshoot that one…” He breathed out after a moment of silence. Your hand searching for his metallic one as you kept your eyes closed.

“It’s fine, we’ll just post what we have.” You hummed, lacing your fingers with his gloved ones. “We better start getting ready for Tony’s party.”

“Hm, in a minute. I’m comfortable.”

Bucky had a hard time keeping his hands off of you at the party. The champagne he’d drank, and knowing you’d wore the almost completely see-thru red bra and underwear set he’d picked out at the store for a filming session, not helping fight the urge to drag you away into one of Tony’s bathrooms for a quickie.

The velvety red dress fitting you just right as he made his way to where you were talking with some mutual friends. His cock already stirring in his slacks as he thought over the different places he could lift you onto or bend you over in the shared apartment.

“There’s my gorgeous roomie.” He grinned, heart swelling when your arms went around his waist from the side.

“Look at you two, all matching.” One of the women said, your brain trying to piece together who she was as she smoothed a hand over the red fabric that covered Bucky’s arm.

“Happy accident.” He chuckled, resting a hand on your lower back. “I called a cab if you wanna come, cherry.”

“Absolutely, I’ll see you guys.” You waved to the the people you’d been talking to before following Bucky out of the home. The cab already waiting by the curb.

He was quick to have his hands on you the moment he slid into the backseat. Lips finding your pulse point and cold left hand cupping your thigh as you laughed. “Buck, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”

“Jus’ look so pretty, doll face. Driving me fucking crazy.” He groaned, nipping at your skin once more before settling back against the seat.

“Well, go crazy when we’re home.”

Which he did- hauling you up to his waist the moment the front door fell shut to press you against the nearest wall. Lips smothering yours in a breathless kiss as hands were free to wander, gripping and pulling at clothes.

Only to be interrupted by a fist pounding at the door.

You sighed heavily as he let you back down on your feet with an aggravated groan. Wiping at his lips to remove any smudges of lipstick before he jerked the door open.

“I’m a little busy, Sam.” He huffed, Sam gesturing to his apartment across the hall.

“Having a Steve meltdown over here. Could use a woman’s help.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the hall, Bucky following close behind as Sam held the door of his apartment open.

“Hey, Stevie. You alright?” You asked, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. His leg bouncing anxiously and head leaned against his hand.

“Peggy called wanting to restart things and now he’s having a crisis.” Sam quipped, pouring a drink in the kitchen that was open to the living room.

“I’m not having a crisis. She has a good point.” Steve snapped, keeping his eyes shut.

“Do not put yourself through that again. Okay? There are plenty good women who would want you.”

Steve scoffed at you, finally lifting his head so he could look at you. “Yeah, you’re one to talk. Got Bucky chasing after you like a lost puppy and you want do a damn thing about it.”

Your lips parted, eyes darting up to Bucky whose shoulders slumped as you stood. “Go ahead and have your heartbroken again, Steve. Maybe next time you’ll listen to you’re friends.”

“Cherry-” Bucky huffed out a breath when the door clicked shut behind you, rubbing a hand down his face. “Thanks, Steve. Now I have to go make sure my friendship is still in tact, and hope I’m not left fucking my fist on Valentine’s Day. Since Sam here interrupted me in the middle of something.”

“Wait, what?” He ignored Sam as he left the apartment, going back over to his own where your shoes had been kicked off at the door with you nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry he said that.” Bucky mumbled when he stood in the doorway to your room. Watching as you changed into something to sleep in.

“It’s fine, Buck. Just… kinda ruined the mood for me.” You sighed, slipping on the shirt that belonged to him as he walked further into the room.

“I understand, sugar. I’m gonna go change, maybe watch some TV if you wanna join me.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m probably just gonna go to sleep. Thanks though.”

“No problem.”

An hour had passed of Bucky sitting by himself in the living room. Barely paying attention to the TV as the front door opened.

“Everything alright?” Sam asked, sitting on the couch next to him.

Bucky shrugged, turning the tv off. “I think she’s still mad.”

“So, this whole time…” Sam trailed, piecing everything together a little bit at a time.

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Bucky didn’t want to give the real reason why he didn’t say anything- That he had been watching you on an app for months before joining in on the filming and the whole thing was suppose to be a secret. So, he spewed the closest thing.

“Because, we’re not dating, it’s just… for fun.” He shrugged again, leaning to sit his empty glass on the coffee table.

Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky’s lower abdomen when he’d leaned back against the couch. The edge of something red peaking from under the waistband of his athletic shorts. “What’s that?”

Bucky followed where his eyes were looking, pulling the waistband back slightly to reveal the lipstick print tattoo that was now etched into the skin on his v-line. “Impromptu decision from a couple days ago.” He murmured, letting the waistband snap back into place.

“Well- I’ll let you get back to mending. Sorry for barging in earlier.” Sam said, clapping the brunette on the shoulder as he walked back towards the front door. Leaving without saying anything else.

Bucky ran his hands over his face, sucking in a deep breath before standing to lock the front door and head towards his room. Noticing that you were still sat up in your bed, Alpine curled up on your pillow.

“You okay?” He asked softly, getting a nod in response.

“Yeah… Will you sleep in here tonight?”

He couldn’t help but smile at you as he made his way into the dim room, pulling back the covers and waiting for you to get under them before sliding in beside you. Laying on his side to pull you into his chest.

“Thanks, Buck.”

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[metalbuckaroo]

Thot came into my head as I was getting a deep tissue massage.

Beefy!Bucky as a massage therapist? Or reader is a massage therapist to mafia!Bucky? You choose.

-🧘🏻‍♀️

SUMMARY// Bucky wants you to be his personal massage therapist

WARNINGS// smut, lil bitta fluff, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cursing

AU// mafia!bucky x massage therapist!f!reader

NOTE// beefy!bucky as a massage therapist sounds fucking *chef's kiss* but for now- here's massage therapist!reader

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

You had been working for James Barnes for almost a year. His men walking out to your work van bi-weekly to carry the portable massage table and your bags into his home office.

This particular time, was a more impromptu home call when you were suppose to be home. You never minded when he did call with these appointments- he always paid extra for them, and made sure to make good company. Never going past flirty remarks and teasing words.

"Is it the shoulder again?" You asked as you stood behind his smooth leather chair. "In between, it feels strained for some reason." Bucky sighed, leaning forward a little bit as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

"It's the weight of your arm, putting some strain on the muscles in your back." You droned, running your fingertips over an irritated spot where dark, smooth metal met flesh. Goosebumps prickling his tanned skin. "You should really get this checked out, James."

"Two, sometimes three, times a week for the last year- and I'm still not use to how soft your hands are." He said, breathing a laugh. Ignoring your suggestion. "You're still not getting that happy ending massage." You teased, rubbing the tense muscles. "One day."

These were Bucky's favorite moments- when all of his problems were melted away from your soothing touch. Not able to focus on anything else other than the way your fingers pressed into his skin.

He made light conversation; asking about your week, how work was going. Feeling his blood run cold when you told him about a client who was too touchy.

"Need me to deal with it?" He mumbled, letting his eyes close for a moment. "No, I don't. Did you do anything interesting this week?" You asked, pressing your thumbs up the back of his neck. "Not really, had a business deal go bad a couple days ago." He said with a content sigh. "That when your back started hurting?"

"Mhm- remind me to marry a massage therapist." Bucky joked, making you laugh and roll your eyes at him. "Feel any better?" He hummed in response as you moved away, slipping his arms back into his shirt.

"How much would I have to pay you- for you to be a personal massage therapist. For me." Bucky offered, leaning back in his chair. You shrugged as you stood in front of him. "My boss wouldn't be too happy with it."

"I'll deal with that. Could even stay here if you want, own private room and bathroom. Easier then dragging you out when you're not on the clock."

Leaning against the edge of his desk, you squinted your eyes at him. Thinking of his offer. "What's in it for you?"

The corners of his lips twitched downwards as he shrugged his shoulders. "Massages any time I want them and- I don't have to think of those pervy clients of yours putting their hands where they don't belong."

"What are you saying, Bucky?" You murmured, heart beat quickening as you watched him stand. Taking a step further so he could lean down to talk in your ear, cold, metal knuckles brushing up your arm. "I'm saying- I've thought about stuffing you with my cock since the day I hired you."

Your breath caught in your throat at the sultry tone, large hands holding your waist gently as he leaned away to look at you again. "Have you?" Bucky smirked, waiting for you to nod your head before lifting you onto his desk.

"Gotta tell me you want it, darling." He hummed, dipping his head to graze his lips along the side of your neck. "Yes, please." You breathed, hands clasping onto the sides of his shirt.

Bucky kneeled in front of you, hands curling around your calves to pull you closer to the edge. Cold metal and warm flesh gliding up the outsides of your thighs and under your skirt to drag your underwear down your legs.

A desire for him burning deep in your lower belly as he shoved your skirt up pass your hips. Gentle, open mouthed kisses placed up your inner thigh.

"Need a taste of this pretty pussy, sweetheart." A whimper left your parted lips in response, his tongue going flat against your folds and grip on your outer thighs tightening.

Your fingers laced in his hair, piercing blue eyes looking up at you as he latched his lips around your sensitive bud. Sucking and nibbling as he eased a finger into your walls, curling the digit to elicit a needy moan from you.

Bucky savored the breathy sounds he pulled from you, wanting to imprint the way you tasted into his brain as you whimpered and moaned his name. Something he thought he'd never hear from you.

Heat suddenly bloomed in your veins, a low moan vibrating against your clit as his eyes fluttered shut. Riding you through your high with gentle strokes against your walls.

"Holy hell..." You panted, Bucky letting your legs down from his shoulders as he stood. Working quickly at his belt, crashing his lips into yours.

"Taste so good." He groaned against your mouth, tongue searching for yours as it pressed through your lips. The faint taste of expensive scotch and your arousal tainting your tastebuds.

Your arms went around his neck, tangling your fingers in the back of his hair as his swollen tip prodded your entrance. A guttural moan mixing with your softer one as you stretched around him, his hands caressing your thighs as he pulled his lips away from yours.

"So perfect- soft. God, I just wanna bury my cock in your tight cunt and never stop." He huffed out, the erratic thrusts making it hard for you to focus on anything besides the pleasure that courses through you. His words barely reaching your ears.

Bucky's sturdy left hand grazed up your back, holding the base of your neck as you leaned your forehead against his shoulder. His cologne filling your nose, filthy sounds of skin slapping and nearly pornographic moans echoing off of the walls.

"Fuck, fuck- Buc-" His name died on the tip of your tongue, legs tightening around his waist as another wave of bliss crashed into you. His pace stuttering before picking up when your walls clamped down on him. "Feels fuckin' amazing, sugar. Gonna fill you till you're drippin', sweetheart."

Bucky's words sent a shiver down your spine, lifting your head to lock his lips in yours. His teeth biting your bottom lip when his hips pressed tightly against yours. Thick spurts of his spend coating your walls with a loud moan into your mouth.

You sighed happily, eyes feeling heavy as your hands held his stubbled jaw through the sensual kiss. A quiet whine pulling from your throat at the empty feeling when he pulled out.

Bucky smiled against your lips, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Thought you didn't do happy ending massages?"

"You're an exception."

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[metalbuckaroo]

Prize

SUMMARY// Bucky loses his first fight since meeting you

WARNINGS// mentions of fighting and minor injury, light smut, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst

AU// Fight club!Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

NOTE// This is a lil bitta insight on the upcoming fight club au fic I've been planning for biker!bucky 👀 but it also didn't come out as I had planned thanks to drinking alcohol too fast 🥴

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"Five minutes Barnes." Tony said from the doorway of the locker room of the abandoned gym the fight was scheduled in. Bucky nodding in agreement as you carded your fingers through his hair. "You've got this, Buck. Okay?" You assured, gathering his hair to tie an elastic around it.

"My nerves are on fucking end, if I can't calm down. I won't be able to fight. This guy is huge." He scoffed, shaking his head as you moved to stand in front of him. "Tony has a lot of money on this one." He continued, oblivious to the way you were unbuttoning your blouse.

"Look-" his eyes snapped up to look at your chest as you exposed it to him. Shoulders relaxing a little and head tipping to the side. "Better?" You asked with raised eyebrows. "Much." He exhaled, not looking away from your breasts. "Don't get too excited, you only have a few minutes left. Get your sleeve on."

Bucky frowned as you started to button your shirt again, not looking away until the last button was fastened again. "Buck, sleeve." You said handing it to him. "Okay, okay." He chuckled, tugging the spandex fabric up his scarred left arm.

"Hurry it up!" Tony called as Bucky put the gloves on.

"Good luck." You said softly, a gentle kiss pressed to your lips before he sent you a wink. "I'll be back for my prize, babygirl." He teased, backing towards the door. "I'll be waiting."

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Bucky was quiet the entire ride back to his apartment, only talking to ask if you wanted to stay with him or wanted Tony to take you home.

He figured you'd stay, but he had lost, so he wasn't sure if it'd be the same answer as every other time. Especially since it was the first fight he'd lost since the two of you started seeing each other.

"Let's clean you up, alright?" You said, taking his hands to pull him with you to the bathroom. Running a warm bath to soothe his sore muscles as he undressed behind you.

He silently let you clean him up as he sat in the warm bath, something he use to refuse in the beginning until he realized you wouldn't give up until he agreed, and how your relaxing touch melted away the tension that built up through the match and after.

You could tell he was mentally beating himself up for losing, no matter how many times Tony assured him it was fine and everyone loses from time to time.

"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to stay. I know you're use to me winning." He muttered, letting his head lean back against the edge of the tub. "You still won to me, Buck. You tried your hardest and that's all that matters." You said softly, carefully wiping away any dried blood on his face with the warm rag.

"I can't believe I fucking lost... I have to crack down extra hard to get ready for the fight with Rumlow. I have a point to prove with that one." He stared up at the ceiling as he spoke, sighing when you pressed a kiss to his bruised cheek. "And you will. I'm proud of you for taking the match with Rumlow. I know you've been avoiding it since everything happened."

Bucky's heart warmed as he turned his head to look at you, a soft smile creeping on his face. "Do I still get my prize?" You breathed a laugh at him and nodded. "Always. What kinda prize do you want?"

"Anything that involves nudity or me holding you." He chuckled, watching as you stood from kneeling on the floor next to the tub. "You finish up, I'll wait for you in the room."

Leaving him to finish, you walked down the short hall to his bedroom. Undressing before slipping under the covers.

A few minutes passed and Bucky walked in, drying his hair with a fluffy grey towel as he lifted the edge of the cover to peak at you with a playful smile.

"Feel any better?" You asked in almost a whisper as he got into the bed next to you. "Mhm." He hummed in response, moving his large frame over you. "As long as I have you, I've already won."

You bit back a laugh, rolling your eyes jokingly as you laced your fingers in his damp hair. "You are so cheesy." You said, pulling his head down to slot your lips over his, lifting your legs to his waist.

Bucky slipped his hand down to run a finger through your folds, humming in approval as your slick coated the digit before shifting around for a more comfortable angle.

"Bucky, you're hurt. Let me get on top." You insisted, going to sit up when his large hand held your waist. "I'm fine, baby. Just lay back." He nodded, eyebrows knitted together as he lined himself up with your heat.

He wouldn't tell you- but he needed to have you under him. Clinging onto him as he pulled you apart, whether his ribs were bruised or not. He'd bare the ache of his muscles to have the pleasurable sting of your nails digging into his back mask over it.

To repay you for always being there to help him patch up even after the roughest matches.

Bucky watched your eyebrows scrunch together and eyes flutter closed as he eased into you, slowly rocking his hips into yours to press deeper with each steady movement.

Your face buried in the dip of his neck, senses taken over by everything Bucky as each sweet moan filled his ears. His arm going under your back to hold you closer, the angle making your fingers tug the soft strands of his hair to elicit a moan from his chest.

"So lucky to have you." He breathed out, your lips latching to the side of his neck to leave light marks he'd proudly show off until they faded and were replaced by new ones.

The knot in your core tightened with every bump of his hips against yours, the slow, deep strokes against your walls quickly pulling you to the edge as you whimpered against his skin. Gripping his hair in your fingers as you released around him.

Bucky's huffed out breaths fanned your jaw and neck as he worked for his own release, holding you tighter against him when his hips stuttered. His movements stopping when your teeth grazed the more sensitive skin of his left shoulder, choking out a moan as he filled you with thick spurts of his spend.

You sighed happily, your hands roaming down to his firm chest as he peppered kisses from your jaw to your lips. Slowly moving his arm from under you to let your body relax against the mattress, laying on his side next to you.

"I owe you so much, you're the best thing that's happened to me." He mumbled when you turned to face him, your arm laying over his side. Careful to avoid his ribs. "You don't owe me anything. If I gotta watch you take punches, I'm always gonna patch you up." You sighed, cuddling into his chest.

Bucky's fingers traced lines across your back, his chin resting on the top of your head. "As long as it makes you happy, I'll always let you."

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