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gunslinginnhogtyin · 4 months ago

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Butch had taken on many bulls in his day so when the man charges at him, it’s not as unexpected as Cooper would have probably liked. Even so, his opponents strength isn’t lost on him and that forearm close lining his neck earns a choked noise for him before he’s rammed through the doorway and into the wall. His hat falls off somewhere in the mix and he grits his teeth as his head slams back into the wall; he clenches his eyes shut and a growl rumbles in the back of his throat.

“I-I’d like t’see ya try, ya coward!” Snarls the demon blooded cowboy, fingernails digging into the forearm that pins him in place. Cooper’s attention is torn away from him by Jonas’s meddling which gives him optimal time to prepare his next move. He came to the bar to have a good time tonight, not to fight with some prick! He was going to be the one to end this one way or the other.

“Don’ fuckin’ TOUCH HIM!” He barks angrily when the man throws an elbow into Jonas’s stomach.

When Cooper’s attention is back on him, he spits the nastiest goopiest loogie he can right into the man’s eyes and then jerks his knee upwards at an attempt to nail the man right in the crotch so he can allow himself some space to act. If he’s successful, he would swing at the man once more, his fist connecting with his jaw this time. He shakes his hand out afterwards, remaining cautious just in case.

Rage builds within him on Jonas’s behalf—-he wasn’t sure about the history between the two, obviously they knew eachother somehow, but it couldn’t have been good… judging by the surprise in the taller males voice when Jonas threw himself into the fight. Both of his hands clench into shaking fists and his head feels hot and fuzzy, like he might burst. The heat works its way from his horns, down his shoulders and into his hands where a spark of… was that fire? Begins to permeate from his hands, singing his gloves and sleeves into nothing but ashes in the process. Flames envelop his hands and there’s a dangerous glint in his pale blue eyes as he steps forward, bucking up to Cooper once more.

“Well, what’re ya waitin’ fer, ya oversized prick!? Stab me f’ya think that lil’ thing’ll protect ya, coward!” Butch demands before barking out a laugh. “Tiniest blade I ever seen but I guess that fittin’ fer a fella like you, huh? Gotta compensate somehow!” He taunts, daring Cooper to make the next move. And if he doesn’t? He certainly would be the one to do so.

Butch's lightning quick moves earned him an advantage right off the bat, his knuckles solidly connecting RIGHT into the bastard's smug face and that leg sweep knocking him off his balance considerably. Blood flew through the air and spattered across the floor. He stumbled backwards just barely catching himself and rose, touching his face and staring at Butch as the demon cowboy bristled at him, spoiling for a fight.

His face darkened. He sucked in his breath between clenched teeth as rage creased up his blood-smeared face. One hand clenched in a white-knuckled fist.

Unfortunately Cooper was also quite experienced in brawling and fighting dirty. And he didn't give a damn about hurting someone or if it came to it, ending them.

He staggered towards Butch, swaying as if about to collapse but it was merely a feint. In a surprise burst of speed, he drew up his forearm and like a raging bull charged directly at the cowboy. That burly forearm slammed into Butch's throat as he bum-rushed him right through the doorway and against the opposite side of the hall, driving him so hard into the wall the whole place shook.

" I'm gonna PUNCH YOUR GUT FULLA HOLES! " he bellowed, pinning Butch against the wall with his heavy body as his other hand fumbled around for his switchblade. An ominous snkt! sounded as the blade snapped open.

Jonas had gotten shakily to his feet as Butch had issued his challenge, only to see Cooper roar back at him and manhandle the cowboy right out the door and into the hallway. He staggered quickly to the door to see them struggling. He saw the glint of the blade in Cooper's other hand

Something abruptly snapped to attention in that little red head of his, unfreezing his limbs in an instant. He dove at Cooper's arm, wrapping his arms and a leg around it and pulling it back behind him with all the weight his small frame had. He kicked like a mule at the hand holding the knife with his foot, trying to get him to drop it.

" No...You FUCKIN'...DON'T! " he yelled.

" The HELL? " Cooper's maddened eyes landed on Jonas as he turned his head to snarl at the little nuisance. " When...the fuck...did YOU grow a pair?!? "

He shook and twisted his arm violently to dislodge this little tick hanging onto him, finally drawing back and elbowing him hard right in the gut, violently expelling the breath from his lungs. Blackness threatened to close in from the corners of Jonas's vision and his grip loosened.

Fuck...

#foxedthecards #(ahahaha it’s like gang beasts xD)#(cept butch AINT PLAYING AROUND jdjdjdj)#Redheaded Wonder Of Close Up Magic // Jonas.

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navybrat817 · 9 months ago

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You're a Firework

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're all set to watch fireworks with the gang and Bucky can't keep his hands to himself. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, semi-public sexy times, pet names, inner monologue, established relationship, humor, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I KNOW it's Steve's birthday, but my muse demanded Stud and Smartie. ❤️ I'm so sorry, lovelies. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“You know,” Natasha began as she handed you a drink. “You and Bucky could've had your wedding today. No one would have objected.”

“With Steve's birthday right around the corner? And take away from Sam’s amazing barbeque? No way,” you smiled, stepping out of the way as Clint walked by with sparklers in each hand. You refused to take attention away from either of them. “I’m glad we’re all hanging out though.”

Today was a good day. Not only was the weather as close to perfect as it could get, not too warm or too cold, it was a chance to get together and mingle since everyone had a few days off. Between the sunshine, food, and games, the gang had a lot of fun. You imagined your wedding reception would be fun, too.

Maybe the two of you could even have sparklers to celebrate, if only to entertain Clint.

“Bucky called you his wife earlier,” the redhead commented.

“He did?” You smiled, your heart swelling.

“He did. When you beat Sam at horseshoes, he looked right at Steve and said, ‘that’s my wife' with a huge smile on his face.”

Yeah, I am. Almost.

You nearly swooned, giving your fiancé a glance as he set his chair by the fire pit. “And that’s my husband.”

Natasha lightheartedly rolled her eyes and nudged you. “Better go and join him then. The fireworks are going to start soon,” she said, heading to her seat beside Clint. The town was shooting off fireworks in the nearby park, but you all decided it was better to hang back. The yard was a great spot to view them and no one had to worry about the crowd.

“Be right there,” you said, shivering as a light breeze rolled in. Sam had the fire going, but you hadn't realized how chilly it was now that it was dark. Grabbing your blanket from your bag nearby, you also realized as you walked over to the gang that there wasn't a place for you to sit. Bucky looked your way with a gentle smile and patted his thigh before you could ask if there was an extra chair available inside. You caught a glimpse of heat in his eyes as you made your way closer.

You loved that look.

“Is that my seat?” You asked.

“This could be your seat.” Bucky pointed at his face as you bit your lip. If everyone wasn’t around, you’d consider it. “But this one might be more comfortable to watch the fireworks,” he added, patting his massive thigh again.

His face. His thigh. Both were incredible places to sit.

“Yeah, comfortable. That’s the word,” you teased, shrieking as he dragged you onto his lap once you were within reach. You were lucky you didn't spill your drink. “Easy, tiger.”

He growled and nuzzled your neck once you situated yourself and placed your drink the cup holder. “This tiger will also keep you warm,” he promised.

“Aww. You two are just the cutest,” Sam said, swigging his beer with a chuckle when Bucky huffed.

“Yeah, we are. And in case you forgot, my girl kicked your ass earlier. Beauty, brains, and brawn,” he boasted. You didn’t have to look back to see the smug smile on his face. “Proud of you.”

I will not get giddy or aroused from that praise.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get you next time,” Sam scoffed, looking over at you with a smile to let you know it was in good fun. He was a good guy, like Steve. You hoped they each found someone who made them feel the way Bucky made you feel.

“Or she’ll kick your ass again,” Bucky said without skipping a beat.

Oh, boys. So endearing. So competitive.

“Enough of that. Sam, I’m pretty sure I got lucky and I’d love a rematch. Stud, you just concentrate on keeping me warm,” you teased, draping the blanket over both of you. His embrace was always warm. “Surprised we don't have s’mores.”

“Those are for after the fireworks,” Steve said from the other side of you.

You smiled over at him before tilting your head back to gaze at Bucky. You weren't sure if the guys did it on purpose, but they each wore the same tight fitting T-shirt in patriotic colors. They all looked handsome, but your man looked look sex on legs. The love of your life would always turn your head.

“Not for us,” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your shoulder as his hand rested possessively on your hip. “We’re going to bed.”

You giggled and snuggled back against him when the rest of the gang protested. “But what if I want a s'more?”

“I’ll personally make you one and feed it to you in bed,” he half growled.

“You’re really not going to stay up with us?” Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sure something will get up,” Natasha deadpanned, making everyone laugh. She wasn't wrong.

“On your birthday, we’ll stay up as late as you want. Tonight, we’re watching the fireworks and going to bed,” Bucky grumbled, brushing a finger over your engagement ring. “Unless you really want to stay out here.”

You giggled again. Bucky had to share your attention with everyone all day and was still sharing it now. He was more than ready to have you all to himself. You understood the feeling.

“I’m fine with going inside after the fireworks. We’ll check on the cats and then go to bed,” you assured him.

With everyone drinking, you all decided it was better to crash in the same place instead of going home. Neither of you wanted to leave Alpine or Soot at your place though in case any neighbors decided to shoot fireworks off the roof, so you brought them over. They had a space set up under the guest bed with some white noise to help block out some of the sound. Anything to help put them at ease.

Bucky tilted your chin a bit more to place a soft kiss on your lips, the tension crackling like the fireworks had already started. “Thank you, Smartie.”

“You’re welcome, Stud.”

As if on cue, the show began.

You looked up at the sky in awe as the first firework rushed into the air. An explosion followed by a vivid display of light, they were like rainbows in the night brightening the darkness with color. They were beauty and wonder, a form of art that faded almost as quickly as it was created. Watching with loved ones made it all the more special.

You tilted your head and smiled when you caught Bucky staring back at you. “Why aren't you looking at the sky?”

“Why aren't you?” He teased, bumping his nose against yours. “Besides, I don't need to watch the sky when I have the most beautiful view right here.”

Your cheeks warmed. So did your heart. “You flatter me so,” you whispered, looking back at the sky again.

Bangs, crackles, and thunderous sounds continued to fill the air with the gorgeous display. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You almost regretted not having your phone beside you so you could take some pictures.

Though you likely would’ve dropped it when you felt Bucky’s hand move from your hip to under your skirt.

“Stud?” You gasped, quickly looking around as his hand trailed up your thigh. No one was looking your way. They were too occupied with the fireworks.

“Just keep looking at the sky, Smartie,” he said against your ear, your legs opening more as his hand found its prize. “And I'll keep touching you.”

Oh, fuck.

You shivered in his grasp despite the blanket and his body providing more than enough heat. His touch was possessive yet tender and you could feel your body turn to jelly as he rubbed you through your panties. You tried to concentrate on the colors above you, the material damp from his expert touch. And you couldn't stop your heart from pounding in your ears, adding the explosive noises around you.

More fireworks went off, but you blocked out the “oohs” of your friends as he pushed the wet fabric aside. “Bucky,” you whimpered, biting your tongue when he traced a finger along your slick pussy.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he whispered against your neck, teasing your folds. Your hole clenched before the fingertip even touched it. “I can't believe you’re mine. Keep asking myself how I got so lucky.”

I’m the lucky one.

His finger breached you, making you gasp and grip his arm. His palm pressed against your clit and you couldn’t help but push your hips down, seeking out more friction. You wanted to take care of him, too. Maybe when the two of you went to bed…

Another finger slipped in, curling and thrusting quickly. If you were at home, he’d take more time in taking you apart. He wouldn't stop until you soaked the sheets and even then he might keep going. And he'd make sure you were a quivering mess, mewling and begging for mercy or reprieve.

“Have I told you today how much I love you, babydoll?” He asked, static pleasure coursing through your body as you climbed higher.

Orgasms were a lot like fireworks. Some tumbled slowly in the sky, like a slow fire that coursed through your veins. Others exploded, so large and powerful that you couldn’t keep the sounds of awe in. Then there were small bursts, the ones that got the job done and still felt good.

You wondered what kind of orgasm Bucky would give you tonight.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, colors dancing behind your eyes as you shut them.

You wanted to shout how much you loved Bucky Barnes. You wanted your love for him to burst through the sky like a shooting star. But you didn’t need to put on a show for him to know you were his. He knew you belonged to him.

But you’d still have to try and keep quiet as you clenched around his fingers.

“Please,” you whispered, ready to fall over the edge as his palm rubbed your clit again.

Your head turned and his mouth slanted against yours to swallow down your moan. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his fingers curling once more as you listened to his command and watched the colors light up his blue eyes. “And come for me.”

Your walls pulsed as the finale began, your cry drowned out by the rapid booms. Your wetness coated his fingers, every nerve cell vibrating as brilliant hues illuminated the sky. The hues swirled in your dizzying head, too. You were flying. Sinking. Floating.

You were a firework.

“Beautiful,” Bucky whispered, guiding you back to him.

Your body stayed lax against his, wishing he didn't have to take his fingers out. “You’re beautiful,” you exhaled, watching him subtly bring his hand to his mouth to taste your release. “Menace,” you added.

This man. I really just let him finger bang me with everyone sitting around.

“Yeah, I am,” he smiled, placing another kiss on your lips as Steve and Sam got up. Natasha and Clint were already up, too, to get more drinks.

If anyone knew what happened, they didn't draw any attention to it.

“Those were even better than last year,” Sam said.

“They were. And now we can have s'mores,” the blonde smiled, stopping to look at his best friend. “I thought you two were going to bed.”

“In a minute,” Bucky said, shifting his hips under yours to let you feel how hard he was. Getting you off turned him on. “Think I need to relax a bit more.”

Yeah, so no one sees you walking around with a raging hard-on.

You wiggled your hips, smiling when your fiancé quietly groaned. “Yeah. Relax,” you sighed, feeling him squeeze your thigh in a warning.

Well, he wanted your attention before and now he had it.

And I’ll make him see fireworks before the night is over, too.

Stud and Smartie need to talk to my muse and make sure Steve has a good birthday. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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