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[madame-fear]

Hi hi, everyone! Guess who’s back with the polls? That’s right,,, I come with a wide selection of new requests. I only picked a few which made me feel the most inspired—and you get to choose which one I should write first! 😉

All these requests are from my slumber party event, and the ones I will be trying to write asap ♡

[mochie85]

Smut prompts “Show me how much you need me.” and “Hands behind your back.” Please for my baby Bucky ❤️ Love youuuu and thank youuuu

Brut Gold - Chapter 2 Rosaline & Bucky

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Summary: Of all the clubs to go to for your Bachelorette Party, you had to go to Thor's, your former lover. But you didn't know it was his, and when Bucky finds out, he tries to make you forget about him completely. Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3.5K Warnings: Mentions of killing, language Steve Rogers wouldn't approve of, jealous Bucky (let's face it, that's a warning), praise and degradation kink, oral, P in V, rough sex. A/N: I want to thank @springdandelixn for this request and for being so patient with me while I write this. And I want to thank both her and @michelleleewise for being my BETA reader on it. Also, I'd like to thank @thalzr for helping me with some of the Romanian translations. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Dugan walked down the hall toward James’ office. The classic Rococo furniture contrasted with what the newer generation of the family preferred. But they would never change it. Because what the Barnes family loved more than their outdated furniture was tradition.

They were immutable. The habit of the institution was ingrained into them as young as five years old. For James “Bucky” Barnes- probably younger because he was set to inherit the family business.

Dugan walked in as a lifeless body was being dragged out. The face was unrecognizable as the only feature standing out was a backward initial ‘J.B.’ imprinted on the man’s cheek.

Steve nodded as he saw Dugan approach. He held out his hands towards him in greeting. “Dugan, how are you, my man? Or should I still call you DumDum?” Steve chuckled.

James was watching through the window’s reflection as smoke from his cigar blew out from his thin lips. His other hand, adorned with bloodied rings, nursed a half-filled glass of bourbon.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, Rogers? I was four!” Bucky said talking to Steve’s reflection.

“And you’ve been calling him that ever since.” Dugan smiled wearily as he took Steve’s hand and greeted him. He didn’t want to end up like the faceless man that was dragged out moments before.

“Why are you here?” Bucky asked him suspiciously. “You were supposed to be watching the bachelorette party.” He turned around, looking straight at Dugan.

“Bucky, you’re not gonna like this,” Dugan answered, looking sideways at Steve.

“Where’s my fiancé, Dugan?” James asked level toned. Dugan took a moment to decide which information he should start with first. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Bucky yelled and Dugan flinched.

“She went into Odinson territory. Got into one of his clubs. I could only watch from the border. I left Junior behind to watch and inform me when she and her friends come out.”

“You left the protection of floricica mea to a greenie? WHY WAS SHE EVEN FUCKING THERE?!”

“Buck, I’m sorry. I tried…” Dugan started. Bucky grabbed his collar and pushed him up against the wall.

“And if something happens to her, Dugan? If she gets kidnapped? What happens? Will you be sorry then too?” Bucky let go of his shirt. “Go back and tell me as soon as she comes out. Grab the entire party and send them home. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, boss,”

“Bring Rose and Lia here!”

“Yes, boss,” Dugan quickly accepted his command and left. Bucky was seething. He knew of your history with the older Odinson brother. Why the fuck would you go there?

“Buck, I’m sure there’s an explanation,” Steve tried to placate him. “Maybe she didn’t know.”

Bucky contemplated, then sighed. “No. That’s bullshit. She knows the boundaries, at least.” He downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed it on his desk reaching for the decanter. Steve watched him from the corners of his eyes as he sipped his drink slowly. He knew Bucky could be temperamental…at best. You were an angel for having fallen in love with him.

“Buck, she’s madly in love with you. YOU! You crazy, fucked-up psycho. She’s a saint for doing so. And for all you know, it could’ve been Lia who suggested it. She wouldn’t know where the borders are.”

“Lia can be rebellious,” Bucky noted.

“She’s naïve. Which in our line of work, can be dangerous.” Steve answered back.

“She didn’t grow up in the life.”

“Does she know? That you’re…about your family business?” Steve waved his fingers around.

“If she doesn’t, I think she suspects. She’s smart. Or Rose told her. They tell each other everything.”

“That whole family has brains. How’d you manage to snag Strange’s daughter anyway?” Steve asked finishing his drink. “Does that mean The Hospital isn’t neutral anymore?”

“Strange won’t let me anywhere near The Hospital unless I’m on my deathbed.”

“Hmm.” Steve nodded, knowing he wouldn’t get any more info other than that from his long-time friend.

You stepped out into the cold evening air, a slight breeze chilling the night. Bucky was not gonna like this. If you learned anything by now, you knew that Dugan had sent word to him that your bachelorette party wandered into Odinson territory and that he would be furious.

You didn’t know this was one of Thor’s clubs. You just followed your bridesmaid’s lead, talking about a brand-new spot that was trending. The lot of you had gone from one bar to another. Always within James’s borders of protection. You tried to steer the party back, but your cousin, Lia wanted to see it. Lord knows you can’t say no to her and her damn puppy eyes.

You thought it would be ok, one quick drink and lay low so you don’t gather attention. It wasn’t until you saw Lia kissing Loki Odinson, of all people, that you realized you were going to be in trouble.

You walked out onto the breezy summer night and before Lia could step foot on the concrete, Junior had already come up to you and your friends.

“Ma’am,” was all he said.

“He’s not happy, isn’t he?” you asked quietly.

“No, he’s not,” Dugan answered from behind Junior. “He’s furious.”

“I’m sorry Duggy. I didn’t know,” you said out of earshot from your friends. You were the only one who could call him that and make it sound endearing. You tried to channel Lia and gave him your sweetest puppy-eyed face.

“Well maybe you can get away with that, but I can’t. C’mon, he wants you guys to end the night,” Dugan ordered, motioning you guys back to two large SUV’s waiting on the curb.

In all honesty, you were glad that the night was ending. Aside from Lia, everyone there just tolerated you. They were there because your fiancé was “Bucky” Barnes and wanted to make advantageous connections with his future wife. They weren’t there for you.

After dropping the two of you off at Bucky’s house, Dugan set off to drop off the rest of your bachelorette party. Holding your hand, Lia followed you down the hall into James’ grand office. She gave your hand a heartfelt squeeze. Making sure you were all right.

“I’m sorry, Rose. Did I get us in trouble?”

“No. No, it’s all right,” you squeezed her hand back. “Even if Bucky is mad, what’s he gonna do? We didn’t do anything wrong.” You put on a brave face. You knew what kind of temper he had. It was never directed at you, but you’ve heard the cries of the men that have wronged him. He tried to shield you the best he could, but you were around it all your life. Especially since your father was the neutral doctor for all the families.

The scent of fresh cedar and tobacco hit your senses as soon as you entered his office. You froze for a half second. A habit you did involuntarily whenever you saw James. Not because you were frightened, but because his presence, his undeniable charisma always made you pause.

Lia walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She held his hand and whispered, not too quietly, “Be nice. Or I’ll have to hurt you!”

“I’m always nice!” Bucky played offended. “C’mon. Have I ever not been nice?” he lovingly touched her nose with the tip of his finger and Lia giggled. You were so happy that they got along. Lia was hesitant about him at first, but she saw how you looked at him with love and devotion in your eyes. She saw how happy you were and how much you were yourself whenever you were around Bucky.

Most importantly, she saw how completely and madly in love Bucky was with you. How he would move heaven and earth for you to be happy. That was what won her over.

“Rogers, why don’t you take Lia here for a walk in the gardens? I need to speak to my future wife,” James calmly ordered. Both Steve and Lia looked at you. Worry and wistful glee warring on their faces. Steve held out his arms and Lia took them. Their footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors as they left the room.

A quietly charged moment went by, and all James had done was stare at you. The deep-set brows on his face downturned in anger. Or worry? Neither was good when it came to Bucky.

You crossed the small space in between you and placed your hands on his chest. He lifted his head and looked down at you. His devastating features only got more handsome as he tried to be indifferent and stoic. His jaw was set, his nose flared and his eyes narrowed at the innocent cherubic features you were trying to portray.

His fingers grabbed your chin gently and forced you to look into his eyes. “Of all the places, Roza, why his?!” You heard his deep Romanian accent come forth. A shiver ran down your body, making your stomach curl in desire. His accent was only obvious when he felt a deep emotion. You recounted all the times that voice came out in the throws of passion as he took you over and over again.

“I didn’t know, Bucky. Honestly. I was just following the girls. They wanted to try out a new place. Some place they hadn’t been before, and I was just catching up with Lia. I didn’t notice that we had gone into Odinson territory. Or that Dugan had stopped following us.” You caressed your hands up and down his chest.

“HIS PLACE, ROSE?! Of all the clubs it was his place!” he held on to your hands and stopped your caress.

“Bucky! It’s over. You know that it is. He never loved me. Not like you!”

“Oh, don’t start comparing me to that bastard!” he let go of your hands and moved away in anger.

“It’s true!” you yelled out. “I was just something to pass the time for him. I…”

“Do you think that makes me feel any better?”

“Let me finish!” You stomped your foot. Bucky picked up his glass of whiskey and threw it against the wall from your opposite direction. You didn’t let it faze you as you slowly walked over to him. His anger dissipated with your every step. “He didn’t mean anything to me either Bucky. He was a tool. To anger my father. But you…you are the love of my life. The one I chose to spend the rest of my life with. I hadn’t even thought about him until tonight when I found out where we were.” You said placing your hands in soothing circles over his chest.

“Did you see him tonight?” he snarled.

“No.” You answered looking into his eyes so he would know you weren’t lying.

“Did he see you?”

“I honestly don’t know. I was too busy dancing with Lia.” You tried to give him your best apologetic face. You peppered small kisses onto his cheek and made your way to his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting him to open up and kiss you back. “What can I do to prove to you that I love you, dragostea meu, my love?”

Bucky stood there stubborn, yet slowly losing his resolve. Your soft lips on any part of his skin always excited him. “No one makes me weak like you do,” he said grabbing your waist. “Or so fucking angry!” James growled at the last word.

He pushed you up against his desk. The familiar cold mahogany sends chills up your skin as he picks you up by your waist and sits you down. He pulls up his chair and sits. He lounges in it with a slight swivel as his eyes travel the length of your body. He spreads his legs, showcasing the hard bulge he’s been trying to conceal.

“James, I really am sorry…”

“Shh. Spread them for me, sweetheart. One leg on each armrest,” he commanded as he scoots closer. You quietly and slowly open your legs and lean back as you placed your strappy heels on the armrest of his chair. The hem of your dress rides further up your waist and you almost whimper from his stare. That hungry look in his eyes, as if he found something he would kill for. Something he would die for.

“You’re so beautiful spread out for me like this Roza. Ready and willing.” He traced his fingers on the outside of your calves. His warm lips pushed against your supple thighs, slowly inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

“Tell me, Roza, did he ever worship you like this?” his nose grazed against the hood of your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. His tongue traced the seam of your panties and made you open wider. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He grabbed you and pulled you closer to his face. He looked up at you, but your head was thrown back in ecstasy, savoring him between your legs.

“N-no. Never,” you gasped as his mouth latched on to your sensitive nub. The thin fabric of your panties stopped his tongue from entering further. You pushed yourself closer to him. But he held you still, teasing you, knowing you wanted more.

“Mmm. This little number you have on is beautiful. Did I buy this for you?” you shook your head no. He traced his fingers on the gusset of your panties and pulled to a snap. You yelped in slight shock, more than pain. “Hmm. And these shoes?” Bucky asked as his hands pulled your panties off and traveled the length of your legs down to your ankles.

“I bought them, baby.” You answered. Bucky stood up slowly and leaned over you on the desk. He trapped you in between his muscular frame as he looked down at your lips. He kissed you fervidly. All teeth and tongue, leaving you gasping for air. His lips roamed down to your collar, and he bit the chain hanging on your neck.

“And this? Who bought this?” he said licking the bruise he just made.

“I did.” You answered. “I bought it for myself.”

“So you don’t need anyone, do you floricica mea? You certainly don’t need that low-life prick who couldn’t even bother to get on his knees and worship you like the goddess you are.” His head dipped lower, trailing his tongue in between your breasts. “Which means you don’t need me either, do you?”

“No, I don’t need you.” You whispered. Bucky paused and stared deep into your eyes. He started pulling away, but you grabbed his face between your hands and pulled it back up to yours. “I don’t need you. Or your money.” You brushed your lips against his. “But I want you. I want you Bucky Barnes! In every way and in every chance I get.” You kissed him, sucking on his top lip, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You reached for his belt, undoing the fastening and making quick work of his zipper. Your hand brushed up against his hard length, feeling him throb through his boxers. Your mouth salivated at the thought of his arousal.

“Do you see what you do to me, Roza?”

“Oh, Bucky…” you whimpered as you pushed him back down to his office chair. He grunted when he hit the cushion and you swiftly placed yourself in between his legs. He stared up at you with ravenous eyes, licking his lips as he watched you lower yourself onto your knees. “Let me prove to you how much I want you.”

Bucky leaned forward to capture your lips. Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one tracing the hard muscle underneath. You dipped your fingers under the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, his large erection springing free from the tight confines of his pants. He groaned as you fisted him, your fingers barely closing around his large girth.

You licked the tip, tasting him. “Fuck,” he growled as his head rolled back. You continued to give him small licks, kissing and sucking down the length of his cock. Your hand moved to a rhythmic pace as you softly bit the base of his shaft, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. You licked your way back up to the end and swallowed his tip. You could see his knuckles clenched and white on the armrest of the chair.

“Don’t tease me now. Show me how much you need me. How much you want me.” He said, one hand holding the side of your face. You moaned, opening your mouth wider and sticking your tongue out further. You took him in slowly. Inch by inch until his cock hit the back of your throat. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”

You looked up to see his gorgeous face curled in pleasure. Your eyes watering as he slowly pushed deeper into your throat making you gag. He pulled out slowly, savoring your lips around his girth. “Fuck,” he panted as he saw himself coated in your saliva. “That’s a good girl.” He thrust back into your mouth. “A good fuckin’ girl.”

You continued to bob your head up and down. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth. All you could hear was the gulp and swallow of your mouth mixed with Bucky’s shameless, feral moans. Even after holding the base of his cock, he felt heavy in your mouth as you dragged him faster and faster through your lips.

“St-stop,” he whimpered into the air. But you kept going. “Stop, Rose.” But you couldn’t. He chuckled at your eagerness. With one hand on your head, he pulled you off his hard cock as it bounced back toward his stomach. “Naughty little Roza” He smiled as he pulled your hair up to look at him. “I didn’t know I was going to marry such a slut.”

His words sent a chill throughout your body. He always danced that fine line between praise and degradation that always made you weak. “Bucky,” you whined.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You need my cock inside you, don’t you?” You nodded as you turned your head licking his wrist that was holding your hair. “Stand by my desk and bend over for me. Hands behind your back.” He commanded.

You quickly complied, moving to stand by his desk and bend over it. You spread your legs apart putting most of your weight on the desk. The cold mahogany felt like ice against your heated face. You placed your hands behind your back and slowly pulled your dress up, showing him your dripping cunt. You heard the sound of his buckle as he stood. “You’re such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” Bucky slid two of his fingers through your folds, teasing you.

“Only for you, Bucky.”

“Only for me,’ she says.” There was an edge to his voice that made you nervous.

“Only you.” You repeated.

“Oh, floricica mea, you have no idea what I would do for you.” He spanked your ass, causing you to cry out in shock. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands and secured them on your back. With his other hand, he lined up his cock at your entrance.

“You have no idea what I would do to anyone who ever touched you,” he slammed into your heated core making both of you cry out at the same time. Bucky bent over you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he said, “You are mine, Rosaline,” he growled. “MINE. I’m gonna make sure you forget that he ever existed.” He slammed further against you making you scream. A gargled plea between pain and pleasure.

Bucky stood back up and began thrusting his hips inside you. “…Ohfuck…God Bucky!...”

“That’s it, baby girl, say my name.”

“…B-bu…” you panted. With every thrust, every push, you felt the weight of his large cock pressing inside you. “…bucky…youfeelsogood…so good baby…” He took you hard and rough, keeping your chest pressed down onto the desk.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like my hard cock inside that tight pussy of yours?” he asked out of breath. You nodded your head, unable to make any coherent words other than grunts and moans. “Then say my name,” he growled.

“Bucky! yesyesyes…oh!Bucky…” You screamed over and over again. Every thrust had you yelling his name until it was the only thing you could say. Your legs started shaking. He could feel you squeeze him hard, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Give it to me baby. Come all over my cock.” And with his words, you screamed out the pleasure that he built up in your body. Bucky grunted as he stilled inside you. “Squeeze me harder, baby.” And somehow you obeyed as incoherent as you were.

When Bucky finished inside you, he pulled out slowly, watching his spent drip down your thighs. “Can you walk baby girl?” he said massaging your shoulders as you stood up slowly. You had a dazed look in your eyes as you shook your head. He picked you up bridal style and carried you down the hall to your bedroom. You giggled and made small love bites on his neck. “Just as well. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

When I Hear Your Name, Part 2

Summary:  How did Steve know?

Pairings:  Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, dark, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, marking, creampie, cheating, voyeurism, obsessive behavior, threats, implied kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.4K

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A/N:  My entry for @the-slumberparty Week 2 Blast From the Past Challenge.  My random generator theme was ‘Descent into Madness’ and the setting was ‘Military’.  

First Line generator gave me:  “He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but...”

He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but since Steve had returned he wasn’t the same.  You were no longer the same.  You stayed with Steve day and night, and he just sat there.  He didn’t speak to you.  Barely ate or drank.  Steve was just there.  When you had called Bucky to meet you at a local bar, he couldn’t deny you.  He had seen you becoming more withdrawn from life.  

Before you and Steve were the life of the party.  Always giggling, cutting up, usually singing at the top of your lungs, but not anymore.  It was sad how war can change a person.  And sometimes that person brought that back with them, and they changed the people around them as well.  It wasn’t fair, but it was true.

Bucky could see you with your head hung down low immediately.  All alone in a darkened corner with a glass of a dark amber liquid, and Steve’s choice of beer in a bottle on the table.  He wasn’t there.  Bucky knew he wasn’t there.  You just couldn’t stop ordering for him.  It was second nature at this point.

With a deep breath, Bucky walks up to your table, offering a quick peck to the top of your head before sitting opposite of you.  His finger traces circles on the table, while he raises a hand to the bartender.  Bucky didn’t have to order, his order never changed, and a glass of beer would be set in front of him shortly.

“Moonbeam?” You sniffle at the sound of Steve’s nickname for you.  It had been so long since you had heard it.  Steve didn’t talk, definitely didn’t say your name.  Bucky changes and whispers your name, but you shake your head no.

“No, I like hearing that name,” you finally look up at him, and he feels the utmost pity.  Your eyes were rimmed in bright red, and the veins were prominent.  You hadn’t been sleeping.  Your face was more gaunt than he remembered.  You were becoming Steve.  “You know we once had these big dreams.  We were going to get married and have kids.  Have our house with the white picket fence, and a dog.  Now…I’m never getting him back, am I Buck?”

“I can’t answer that.  I wish I could.  I know how much Steve loved you, and your plans for the future,” your face turns up in pain as tears start streaming down your cheeks.  It was but distant memories of laying in the bed naming the children you hadn’t had yet.  “He’s never going to stop loving you.”

“He’s not even Steve anymore.  He’s…he’s a shell.  He’s not even there.  He’s…Bucky, I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I can’t live like this.  I haven’t been touched since he left.  I forgot what it feels like,” with one solid move Bucky’s hand slides across the table, and he rubs the top of yours, and a fresh wave of tears start when you place your other hand on top of his.  It felt good.  Similar and different all at the same time.  Warm and loving.

“Come on,” Bucky stands out of the booth, holding out a hand.  

“What?”

“We’re going to dance,” it was innocent enough.  Standing up, you follow him to the dance floor, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around you.  Holding your other hand with yours, and you lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his beating heart.  It was soothing.  Steve barely wanted you to touch him.  You had been so alone.  

Bucky was so smooth with his moves.  Guiding you, while you sink more into his embrace.  Clinging to his shirt, when you lift up off his chest.  Staring up at him when he gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.

He wasn’t Steve, but the kiss didn’t seem forced or crossing any boundaries.  It wasn’t until he was jerking his head away from you that you realized you had offered a kiss of your own.  This one was on his lips, “Moonbeam,” his voice was just as haggard as your own.  Bucky loved Steve as well, and this was also affecting him.

“Bucky, he doesn’t touch me anymore.  I need,” you can’t finish your sentence as you pull his head down.  Standing on your tippy toes you give him a lingering peck.  Becoming breathless and heated with every second.  Stopping to see his own pupils were blown wide with lust.  “Touch me.”

Bucky grabs onto your hand, racing you out of the bar.  He only lived a block away.  The two of you were in the elevator no more than a second when he was pulling you back to him.  The taste of his lips was desperate and needy, and you just wanted to feel something real with someone you did love and care for.  

Pulling you into his apartment you become a tornado of hands and clothes.  You didn’t even know who was struggling to undress the other more.  A trail of discarded fabric led the way into his bedroom, and you were clinging onto every part of him.  Grabbing him into your body, you needed to feel his entire weight over you.  Needed to feel the passion of love once more.  

Bucky had you laid on the bed quickly.  His tip runs through your folds, and the two of you stare at each other.  Holding onto whatever reserve you had left.  Giving each other the chance to back out, but when you nod your head yes, he dips his cock down until it breeches your entrance.  There was nothing sweet about this moment; it was needy.

With one hand grasping onto the bed frame and the other pulling you closer for a heated and sloppy kiss, he rails into you with a severe speed.  You were going to remember the way he felt inside of you for a month.  This couldn’t happen again.  It shouldn’t.  This was going to need to last you for a lifetime.  

His thrusts were so demanding and sharp you yip with every pound into you.  Your fingers dig into his back because the pleasure was too much.  It was delicious and sinful all at the same time.  Your greedy little cunt was sucking him back in and soaking his thick shaft.  Juices spilling out onto his bed while he moans along with you.  

Your squelching pussy was downright vulgar, and even your pornographic mewls of his name.  Bucky’s name.  Steve was never uttered out of your lips.  You wanted this just as much as Bucky had wondered what you felt like.  No wonder Steve was obsessed with you, he had never felt anything more delectable.  Your body was molding to his.  You were taking every inch of him so well.

He twists his body without pulling out of you.  Letting you take your frustrations out on him.  Your head tilted back and looking up at the ceiling, screaming out your pleasure to the heavens, and fucking the pain away.  It had been too long since you had felt this good.  You forgot what it felt like for someone to hold onto you as well.  His hands grip tight to your waist as you bounce yourself over him.  He was leaving bruises and you didn’t care.  You needed a reminder of hands on your skin.

His voice was a symphonic melody to your ears.  He was vocal.  There were no words, just deep breathing, sighs of relief, grunts, and the sweetest whimpers.  You were making a mess on his stomach and Bucky was obsessed.  He could do this everyday for the rest of his life, and he knew he shouldn’t want this at all.  You were his best friend’s girl.  He couldn’t help it that you were in need of a good fucking.  Could help that your body was begging for this relief.  He just had to tell himself that he was doing you and Steve a favor.  You were going to find someone, and at least Bucky wouldn’t hurt you.

You press your hands on Bucky’s chest as you ride him.  Squeaking out how you were about to come, and so was he.  You were clenching down around him, and it was becoming too much.  “Bucky!  I’m…I’m gonna…gonna — oh fuck,” your leg starts quivering, and he spurts his seed so deep in your womb.

Your chest heaves as you try and steady your breathing, but it shocked Bucky to see you start to drift down lower.  Laying on top of him.  “Bucky, hold me.  Tell me you love me.”

“You know I do.”

“Tell me like you mean it.  Please.”

“I love you, Moonbeam,” you could almost pretend that it was Steve again.  His hands were so gentle as he caressed your back.  You believed him.  Not the made up Steve in your head, you believed Bucky.

——

“We promised we would never mention it again,” you almost growl as Bucky corners you in the kitchen.  “Steve is in the bed.”

“He’s always in the fucking bed!”

“Lower your voice,” you hold your breath as you listen for any movement from Steve.  “He can’t know.  He wouldn’t…you know he couldn’t handle it.”

“He hasn’t been handling anything since he’s been home.  Why are you doing this to yourself?  He needs help, and you can’t give him the help that he needs,” Steve sits up in the bed, hearing you and Bucky causes something to stir in him.  

Walking out the bedroom softly, he listens to every word, every inflection.  “Moonbeam,” he didn’t call you that.  That was Steve’s name for you.  “Please, look at me,” don’t you do it.  Don’t you dare look at him.  

He views the two of you around the corner, relaxing in the shadows when he grits his teeth.  You were staring up at Bucky owlishly.  A hand on his hip, while his hand cups your cheek.  Bucky’s thumb runs over your lips, and Steve wants to vomit.  “I would do anything for you.  You know that.”

“Then, please, just forget it ever happened,” Steve knew it.  He could smell Bucky on you when you came home.  You didn’t even look at him as you gathered your clothes for a shower.  Didn’t kiss him like you usually did.  And when he stood at the bathroom door he watched you scouring your body, trying to remove the remnants of Bucky Barnes.  You left your soiled panties on the floor.  The essence of Bucky staining them, and he hated both of you.  You were both liars, and this was proof.

“I need to see you again.”

“No.  No you don’t.”

“He’s never coming back,” it was a lie.  He was right there watching your cheating ass.  Did Bucky make you do this?  Has Bucky been waiting all these years for a chance to ooze his way in?  “Moonbeam, you can’t live like this.”

“I can’t lose him,” ahh, the tears.  This was all Bucky’s doing.  You were just an innocent party.  He should have known.  “He can never know,” but Steve did know.  He was watching it.  

“Shh,” Bucky whispers, his hand cupping your mound.  “One more time,” Steve hated him, but couldn’t look away.  Bucky lifts you up on the counter, rucking up your dress, “On or off?”

“On,” you whimper, letting his slide over your panties.  Bucky takes out his cock, giving it a few pumps in his fist, before he sinks into your warmth.  Holding there while the two of you listen.  “No one knows.”

“Of course not,” he whispers into your ear, drawing himself out of you before he pushes back in.  Bucky moves quickly rutting into you while you bite on your lip trying not to make a sound.  It didn’t matter, Steve was watching in real time the debauchery.  He knew you were a dirty little whore, but you were supposed to be his dirty little whore.  Instead you were letting Bucky fuck you, and in Steve’s house.

He had you growing weak, wrapping your legs around his waist.  You were disgusting.  That was his pussy, and one day he would show the both of you just who you belonged to.  He didn’t care how long it took.  He could play the long game.  Could bide his time until it was right.  

Your body leans back a little bit further, and a mewl slips out.  But Bucky didn’t care anymore.  He was so close.  So close he could almost taste your pleasure on his tongue.  He was pounding into you, and Steve didn’t know just how much your body could actually take.  If he wasn’t so pissed off, he would find this to be hauntingly beautiful.  

Bucky starts pulling out of you, ready to pump his spend on your stomach, but you push him back in.  “Don’t you dare stop,” Bucky whines out your name, “I want to feel you,” one more drive into you, and he and you both come so hard that you’re left speechless.  “No one knows.”

But Steve knew.

——

It was now or never.  You couldn’t live this double life.  Not anymore.  There was nothing to pretend anymore.  Your infidelity was as clear as those two pink lines on a stick that just now determined your future.  You couldn’t stay with Steve anymore.  You and your baby didn’t deserve it.  Couldn’t stay with Bucky knowing he would never leave Steve.  You had but one choice, and that was to leave the both of them forever.  Go back home, and begin your new life.

Bucky would make an excellent father with someone that wasn’t you.  It was so wrong, and you knew it, but your hands were tied.  You didn’t know what else to do.  You didn’t even want Bucky to be there when you told Steve goodbye.  You couldn’t look in those silvery blue eyes and tell him a lie, so you said nothing.  

You would do nothing.  You would be a single mother, and you were okay with that.  Okay with kissing this life goodbye.  You and your child deserve better.  You just hoped that one day they both would understand.  But deep down you know they never would.  

“Goodbye, Steve,” you say softly, turning your key in the ignition.  “Bye, Bucky, thank you,” they never would hear those words.  A single tear falls down your face as you pull out onto the road.  “It’s time for us to go backwards, baby Barnes…uh, you’re going to be getting my last name.  I’m sorry to say your daddy will never know you.  But Bucky knew the risks.”

Bucky certainly knew the risks now.  Tied up in a chair while Steve slaps him hard across the face, “I will bring her back.  And you will be the one listening to me give her pleasure.  Just wait and see, traitor.”

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[the-slumberparty]

Week One Slumber Party Game:

Welcome to The Slumber Party - February 5 - February 11

Write a headcanon/drabble/fic which includes one or all of the following:

A bouquet of flowers

A diamond necklace

Leather cuffs

Wildcard: for extra inspo, use this generator to find a theme and or setting.

Find rules below the cut.

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We ask that this week's submissions not be a part of any existing series or works and be able to read as stand alone.

As well, please don't forget to add warnings to your works appropriately.

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You do not have to complete a work for each week, nor does your weekly challenge need to be completed within that week, but we do ask all submissions are completed by March 10th, 2023.

No more than 3 submissions, please.

We will add all pieces created for this week to our weekly masterlist.

Happy writing!

[themorningsunshine]

Silver Jewellery

Moodboard Masterlist

Pairing - Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

This is for @the-slumberparty​ ‘s Week 3 Creator event : Artistic Liberty  

My prompt was silver jewellery and some popped up slytherin themed jewelleries later, I made this.

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Moodboard created for a possible future fic - featuring a Fae/Dragon Bucky AU.

Created for the @the-slumberparty​ colour palette challenge which can be found here 

[sunriserose1023]

The Devil You Know

This is my creation for @the-slumberparty's Week One Creator Event. I was given the colors through the randomizer, and this is what I came up with.

PAIRING: Andy Barber x Bucky Barnes WARNINGS: Mafia au; crossover; implied smut

"Where'd you go?"

Andy smiled as he shrugged off his coat, taking the cups of coffee from the counter and handing one to Bucky. Bucky raised the cup towards him, taking a sip, settling back against the pillows of the California king. Andy sat on the side of the bed, taking a sip of coffee and taking Bucky's hand. Bucky smiled at him, motioning towards the nightstand.

"I got a call from--" "No."

Bucky chuckled as he took another sip.

"But it's--" "No, James."

Bucky's eyebrows rose.

"Hitting me with the 'James,' huh?" "We are on vacation, honey. We agreed no work, right?"

Bucky nodded.

"Even if it's Drysdale showing his ass again?" "Don't even pretend like you don't enjoy it. If you didn't, you'd have let me take care of him by now."

Bucky gave Andy's hand a squeeze.

"I know." "We've only got a couple days here, babe. Let's try and relax a bit, okay?"

Bucky nodded, leaning forward and accepting the kiss to his lips.

"But when we get back, we'll kick his ass, right?" "Give me that and let me show you how to relax."

Andy took the cup from Bucky's hand, setting it on the nightstand as he loomed over him, Bucky's icy eyes wide. Andy bent his head to kiss Bucky's lips, kissing down his neck as Bucky's head fell back to the pillows, a low moan coming from his lips.

[sapphicshav]

— PAMPERED NIGHTS | rindou haitani.

genre . . . fluff [ event drabble ]

synopsis . . . in which you spend the night pampering your annoying boyfriend, rindou haitani.

note . . . for @corpseslace

"rin babe, stay still".

"no it's cold and it's smells weird"

rindou haitani, a ruthless killer part of a criminal organisation, who flinches at your touch as you plaster black seaweed peel off mask all over his face which is littered with scars. "stop whining and keep still" you mutter placing your hands at both sides of his head to keep it steady. "are you done yet?" he huffs and rolls his eyes, leaning into your touch. "yes you big baby, now don't touch your face". although your instructions were clear, you know how annoying your boyfriend can be. you feel his hand press against your back, scrunching up the material of you cotton shirt and then releasing it from his palm. "what was that for" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at his actions. "i got this shit on my hands when i touched my face, so i used your shirt as a towel". he walks back to the couch with pride, a smirk sewn onto his face waiting for your response. you finally registered what he said, "i hate everything about you" you murmur grabbing the back of your shirt in annoyance.

"i love you too babe"

[yoojinn0606]

@miujo

[arlerts-angel]

can’t stop thinking about jealousy with armin except you’re the one who’s jealous seeing girls fawn over him while he’s trying to be as polite as possible to them. so you wait until you get home and then you’re all over him - at first he’s amused and thinks your jealousy is kind of cute and he’s a little cocky about it, but then you’re straddling him, pulling off his tie and unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his shirt and trousers and telling him “you’re mine” and making him say it too until he’s panting and moaning desperately beneath you

nonny... i have been sitting on this trying to form a coherent sentence but i am totally speechless

i can just hear his breathy whines of "i'm yours... all yours angel... f-fuck-!"

nearly on the brink of tears because your pussy sucks him in so tight when you ride him

[madame-fear]

Back again with another poll. Remember when I mentioned having a slumber party event to celebrate a new milestone? Well, I have it nearly finished in drafts!

I’m close to reaching 3.5k followers! I was wondering if you guys wanted me to make the (rather short) event for the 3500 followers, or wait until we reach 4k?

[mochie85]

On An Island, In The Sun

A moodboard created for @the-slumberparty "Artistic Liberties Challenge" using the prompt from this generator. I got "Island Paradise" and chose Ari Levinson.

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[georgiapeach30513]

La Vie en Rose

My submission for @the-slumberparty​​ moodboard challenge.  Who doesn’t want a France trip with Carter Baizen? And he looks just as amazing in pastels as he looks without them.

[the-slumberparty]

Week One Reader Activity:

What is ‘that scene’? You know, that scene you always think of when you think of that one writer? Go to that writer’s page and ask them about that scene.

What did they enjoy about writing about it? Would they change it in any way? Did they have a different idea when they originally began the story?

Don’t forget to send a little appreciation and tell the writer(s) how much you enjoyed their work.

[blackwood4stucky]

do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 3455 | multichapter fic

tags: creature au, non traditional omegaverse, pre war ➳ ww2 era stucky, twisted fairytale

There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare. - A dark and twisted fairytale.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | free space

@afgomegaversebingo | falling asleep together

@anyfandomfluffbingo | cuddling in bed

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | flower language

@avengersbingo | soulmate au

@badthingshappenbingo | forgetting to eat

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u1: bed sharing

@buckybarnesevents

babb 2023 | soulgazing [march prompt] hot bucky summer 2024 | week 4: free week

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | will o’ wisp

crossover bingo | soulmates au

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | blood from mouth card 2 | biting

@fandombingo: r1999 bingo | rpf card: "your hands are trembling"

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | fairy au wild edition | broken skin + childhood friends world book night edition | iele au

@hurtcomfort-bingo | falling asleep on each other

hurt and comfort bingo: pick your poison bingo round 1 | fever

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | canon divergence, kink: wings

kinky-things-happen | cuddling

loversbingo

the conflict | throwing a punch the reeling | unsure & suspicious the solution | dark magic

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | wings as erogenous zones

@seasonaldelightsbingo: language of flowers bingo | spearmint [warm sentiment]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | tension, body image issues

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | hand holding

@the-slumberparty: sundae bar | cookies & cream: soulmates

@yearoftheotpevent | march: fairytale au

read ch. 1: a maze you love getting lost in

ao3 | sqwa

mini playlist

[ficnation]

Chapter 1: A Delightful Encounter

Series: “The Heart Wants What It Wants” 

Word count: 1,0k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Baker! Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: I had so much fun writing this! All chapters will be around 1k or 2k words. This is also my first entry to @the-slumberparty Bingo Card event (prompt: writer’s choice - first meeting)! Events Masterlist

Let me know your thoughts and please reblog.

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Angel enters the new bakery, his boots making a slight thud as he crosses the wooden floor. His eyes take in the cozy atmosphere and the pale green hue of the walls while the mouth-watering scents of baking bread and pastries tickle his nostrils. The interior is inviting, and the various tables and chairs in the central area provide a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy one's treats. He can’t help but feel slightly out of place. He sticks out like a sore thumb in his leather kutte and body decorated by tattoos.

He takes a moment to appreciate the homey vibe of his surroundings before heading toward the counter. He gazes at the array of baked goods, hypnotized by the view of colorful muffins, cakes, fresh golden buns, and loaves of bread. 

The person working behind the counter greets him in a friendly tone adorned by a pinch of shyness. The man in the leather kutte, his face obscured by the chunky dark sunglasses, merely nods in reply and gives a small wave. He feels the employe observing him as he tries to decide what to purchase.

Felipe sent him over early in the morning to get some freshly baked bread for breakfast. It was barely eight, and he’d give everything to be back in his bed, snoring away. His eyes were closing up on the ride here, but the smells of the bakery woke him up in seconds. 

Angel quickly peruses the selection of baked goods, his hand striding over the glass display case but not touching its surface. His gaze lands on a shiny, golden-brown loaf of bread, and his eyes light up. 

He looks back at the person behind the counter and nods once more, pointing toward the product before his brain finally registers the vision before him. He freezes in his spot, brown orbs glued to your delicate silhouette as you lean down to reach inside the display. 

You’re breathtakingly beautiful, standing there with a friendly smile, your eyes shining and dark eyelashes fluttering with every blink. Your hair is braided and thrown over your shoulder, the soft tresses swaying delicately against it with every movement. It’s as if every part of you is a work of art meant to be admired and appreciated. And as you continue to smile at Angel, he can’t help but be enthralled by your grace. You don’t even seem to be bothered by the early hour—there’s absolutely no trace of dark circles under your eyes. 

You take out the loaf of bread, wrapping it quickly in a dark green wax cloth. The man keeps staring as you nudge it toward him and state the price. He takes out his wallet and fumbles with it for a minute before he finally manages to find the 10$ bill and hands it to you. 

You take his ten dollars, put it in the register, and then place his change on the counter. His heart does a backflip as you part your lips to speak up. They seem so soft and plump. “Here you go, sir. Your change,” you say, pointing towards the stack of bills and coins.

“Nah, it’s fine. Keep it as a tip,” he replies, waving you off as he slides the change back to you, only taking the wrapped-up bread from the wooden surface.

You look surprised but insist, “Sir, you gave me too much. It’s too much just for a loaf of bread.” He can tell you have a good heart.

Angel thinks for a moment, then grins wildly, no ounce of hesitation left. “Not just for the bread. It’s for your great service.”

You’re flustered, your cheeks getting warmer with every passing moment—with every playful quirk of his lips. The man isn’t giving in as he flashes you another charming smile. You’re speechless. There was no point in resisting even though you didn’t think you did much that could be considered “great service”. You just smiled and served him his purchase; you do it all the time.

The corner of your peach-colored lips quirks up shyly as you finally nod your head in thanks. You take out one fluffy blueberry muffin from the display and place it on the counter in front of him. “Consider it a token of my appreciation then.” 

A beat of silence falls between the two of you as you stare at each other, enjoying the light tension that sends sparks down your body. The man is almost beaming with pride at his own charm, while you’re wondering what lies beneath those dark shades. The fact that you can’t see his eyes is infuriating—eyes are the window to the soul, after all. Just when you manage to regain your composure, he speaks up again.

“Tell you what,” Angel says, his voice low and confident. “I’d love to stop by again, just to see your smile.”

You give him exactly what he wants as you smile brightly at his words, feeling your cheeks flush with heat even more—you didn’t even think it was possible. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time,” you reply.

The man nods happily. “Great,” he says, a grin stretching across his face. “I’ll be sure to stop by often. I’m a sucker for delicious pastries and beautiful smiles.”

You’re taken aback by his words but appreciate the kindness. A warm, happy feeling bubbles within you—a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. You are surprised that a man like him—the complete opposite of what you were usually looking for in a romantic partner—can make you feel weak in the knees by such a brief interaction.

“And I’d be thrilled to have you stop by again,” you stammer out, finding yourself lost in the pull of his presence. There’s a sparkle of excitement in your voice that only fuels his smugness. 

The man chuckles, unable to hide his delight, as he turns around and starts walking toward the exit. When he reaches for the door handle, you quickly lean over the counter and call out to him. He turns around, surprise painted on his face, and you’re just as taken aback as he is at your sudden holler. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the wooden surface in anticipation. It’s new to you, breaking the barriers of your shyness for someone you just met, but it feels so right.

The stranger lifts up his sunglasses to his forehead for a second, looking you up and down. You’re instantly mesmerized by the rich brown color of his eyes. You feel them luring you in—hypnotizing you. You’re surprised you're even able to catch the words that leave his mouth. 

“Angel,” he replies, setting the sunglasses back on his nose. You already find yourself missing his gaze on your person. “Take care of yourself, dulce.”

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