#top tier writers🙂‍↔️

[whatever-lmaoo]

Omg?!?!Girlie pop?!? I was not expecting a whole story🙉🙉🙉 if I could give you a hug I totally would!!!!🥹🌸✨😩 it was so cute and so well written with the short amount of time you had🙉🤩💅🏾

Omg stawp🤧I’m glad they made you happy 🥹💖 I need sweetheart simon rn😩🌸

“Siiiiiiii-monnnnnn! I am tireeddddd” You slurred and giggled at how horrible it sounded, Simon just rolled his eyes fondly before grabbing your purse and standing up.

“tis’ past Mrs. Riley's bedtime.” He said smugly, snatching away the drink you almost got your hands on, Gaz drank it instead.

“Sleep well Mrs.Riley !” Soap raised his glass, wiggling his eyebrows the way Ghost hated.

“Tread carefully, he's not liking it.” Pince admitted, clapping an arm around Soap, watching dizzily at the whole affair.

“But you just started !”

Simon pulled you closer to him.

“She has work tommorow and will wake up all grumpy and moody, while I love her—”

“There are children here.” Soap stated, smirking at Pince who flashed him the bird.

“—like that but she's not gonna like being mean at her job, my ray of sunshine and I love meanie her—”

“You guys should really get a room.” Gaz dodged the glare Simon shooted.

“fuck it, let's go love.”

Ignoring them all, while you waved sloppily at them, like there would be no tommorow and John equally matching your freak.

Simon practically carried you out of the bar, one hand holding your high heels and sling bag while other wrapped around your waist.

“Baby, can we dance ?” You wiggled out and would have smashed your head if it weren't Simon who held you against him.

“Aren't you tired cupcake ?” He suggested, opening the car door and tossing in your belongings before clasping both of your hands in his veing big ones.

“Yeah. Right.” You blinked, then beamed, “But let's dance !” you added pulling him.

Simon shrugged, watching you with his fond head tilt, the one he had only for you.

“If you dance with me —” You lowered your voice to a whisper, cupping his face, “—I'll marry you.”

Simon's lips quirked, his lower voice tone was rapsier and more sexy, “Would ave’ take ya’ offer but am already married.”

He flashed his wedding band to you, taking in the frown you immediately descended in.

You blinked more and then looked at your hand, cupping his rough face.

“Same same.” You murmured, His cheeks flushed, nodding along, “samesame” He chimed, then.

“What a coincidence.” Simon blushed.

“Dance with me tonight.” You pouted, staring up from your mascara stained lashes.

“Wouldn’t ya’ husband mind ?”

“Wouldn’t my husband mind ?” You repeated, drunkish and everything mingled, like a spectrum, high and low all along.

“I don't think so.” He grinned, taking your fingers and bringing them on top of your head, twirling you once.

“Your wifey lovely ?” You asked, feeling giddy by the second twirl.

“Very.” Simon smiled, kissing your forehead.

Masterlist

[whatever-lmaoo]

I just want you to know how much I appreciate you, your support, and all the wonderful things you always say in the tags. They do not go unnoticed and have more weight than I think you know 💗 thank you! 😘

Omlll stop you don’t have to thank me😭💖 I appreciate you too🥹🌸 and I’m so happy to know you love reading them just as much as I love writing them!!! even though they can be all over the place 😂 will be your number one fan even in the afterlife 🥹🤩✨🩵

[whatever-lmaoo]

hi, yes, hello. it's me in your inbox this time because there's something very urgent and it cannot wait - did you just say you'd read my stories if i were ever to write?? 😭 can you hear that? do you hear that heart-wrenching sobbing across the void? dearest that's me ↓🥲

i, in fact, have three half-finished bucky ones 🫣😶‍🌫️ i just need a proper fortitude to finish them and actually post them. which is a terrifying thought really, considering all the absolute top tier writers in here, you included 🥹

Hi!!! 😍 I did!! Omgggg🥹

Omg really?!?!?! Posting is always scary but the Bucky fandom is so nice and welcoming and with your amazing writing you’ll fit right in!! You’re too nice 🥹💗 I aspire to be on their level🙂‍↔️🌸

[whatever-lmaoo]

Omg stop😭🌸 I am so honored that you included my little fic amongst all of these other wonderful stories 🥹💗

september + october recs <3

combining the two because i completely forgot and i haven't had time to read much lately :(

— aaron hotchner.

his initials by @catssluvr

↳ disgustingly cute. loved it <3

— bucky barnes.

sweet life of mine by @whatever-lmaoo

↳ as it says in the title: very sweet <3

— james potter.

the new hire series by @mischievousmoony

↳ put this in august when i had read the first few chapters but i liked it so much that it's also making it in this list. while making this i'm now realizing there's a new part, so guess who'll be running to read it after finishing this 🏃‍♀️‍➡️ sidenote: all the writing is good but i especially really like the dialogues in this one

pretty nice by @sun-kissy

↳ james comforting reader fic. short and sweet <3

wonder what's in the cards for us by @foodiegoogie

↳ open ending but not really because in my mind they are married and have 6 children and that's canon, so yeah.

summer friends and part two by @g1rld1ary

↳ camp counselor!james has my heart. read this 🔫

paint me a picture by @foodiegoogie

↳ dentists hate this fic! will give u cavities! (they love it, but in secret) sweetest thing ever. <3

— leopold mountbatten.

untitled by @not-neverland06

↳ watched kate and leopold and ran to tumblr to see if anybody had written a fic about him. very funny <3

— poly!wolfstar.

untitled by @moonstruckme

↳ not used to reading poly fics but this one may get me started on reading more. very cute and funny (someone help me with my adjectives god). giggled so much with sirius' dialogues. <3

— remus lupin.

did my heart love till now? by @loveyouprongs

↳ had been a while since i read a remus fic and this one was so cutee <3

voulez-vous by @777heavengirl

↳ FRIENDS TO LOVERS. rawr 🦖 (amazing, amazing fic, amazing, amazing writer <3)

— sirius black.

what friends are for by @foodiegoogie

↳ friends to lovers >>>>>>>> written by rese >>>>> sirius black >>>> love you rese >>>

bags series by @777heavengirl

↳ friends to lovers! yippee! the writing is soo lovely and i cannot wait for the next part. refreshing tumblr every three seconds. <3

— spencer reid.

your wife, huh? by @julssreidd

↳ short and very cute <3

illicit affairs by @parfaitblogs

↳ THE DIALOGUEE 🤌 THE DIALOGUEE 🤌 angsty but u don't mind cause the writing it's so good.

knots of yearning by @gghostwriter

↳ cute, oh so cute <3

wanted: a gentleman and if you love me right by @gghostwriter

↳ <33333333333333333. that's all i've got to say, your honour.

sex on the beach and chilli margaritas by @g1rld1ary

↳ it seems that cute is the only adjective i know but oh, well. these were cute! and funny too!

daylight by @parfaitblogs

↳ hit very close to home. lovely as all lia writes <3

— steve rogers.

a rainy rendezvous by @elixirfromthestars

↳ STEVEEEE ROGERSSS 👹 ← me during the entire fic

hot chocolate kisses by @elixirfromthestars

↳ AAAAA, the cutest thing ever written i'm sure. pure fluff

drinkin' problem by @caplanbuckybarnes

↳ very angsty, great writing <3

back to fic recs list

[whatever-lmaoo]

darling bby it's too early to be tagged as top tier writer oh my god 😭 you're so silly, please accept a forehead kiss 🥹🫶🏻

RINNIE POOH IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY!!!!! I already know it’s going to be a phenomenal read and nothing will change my mind😌🙂‍↔️🌸✨

[whatever-lmaoo]

Omg I am so honored to be on a list with all of these amazing writers!!!🥹🌸💗

Week 34 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 34 2024 or Week 240, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check my August reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 33 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 35 2024 here.

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💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ

🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ

❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ

💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 34 2024:

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @talesofadragon 💚💙

Summertime treats - popsicle (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 ❤️

A Call for Help (Leo Barnes X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚💙

Riding it out (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 ❤️

Fit for a Queen (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 💙❤️

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Finding safety in your embrace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whatever-lmaoo ❤️

You are my only love - Part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelmcumania 💙

Badge & blood: a cry baby story | chapter one (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @delicatebarness 💙

Against regulations (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @krirebr ❤️

Obey (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ss-tier-simp 💚💙❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @myveryownfanfiction 💙

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @loveandfictionforall 💚

And So It Begins (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mysecretlittlelibrary ❤️

Here For You (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @elixirfromthestars 💙

There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anonymityisfunwriter 💙

Wanted (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @braveclementine 💙

Heartbreak and confessions (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck 💚💙

The Winter Soldier (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @braveclementine 💙

Forgiven (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darsynia 💚

Foundations: Chapter 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokischambermaid 💙

𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @aching-arche 🖤❤️

Midnight Swim (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hannibals-favourite-meal ❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme 💚

Cupcakes && Secrets (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @itsanerdlife 💚

Mine to Ruin (Ari Levinson X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie ❤️

[whatever-lmaoo]

Omg it’s like an all you can eat buffet of Charlie content😍😩

Masterlist

Jax Teller | Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller Masterlist

The Jax Index (alphabetical index of all of my Jax fics organized by themes/kinks!)

Special Masterlist for Jax Teller — *Choose Your Own Adventure*

KutteVerse — Series Masterlist

Frontier of Anarchy — Series Masterlist

King Arthur | Legend of the Sword

Whore for the Sword

My Throne or Yours? • Part 2

King Kink Arthur

He Calls Me Honey Tits • Part 2 • Part 3

Work of Art • Part 2

Raymond Smith | The Gentlemen

Stop Fucking Around, Cunt

If You Want to Be Naughty

I Cum in Peace

Head of the Table • Part 2

Now Sit • Part 2

Overcome That Little Challenge

Clean and Tidy Tiddy • Part 2

Will“Ironhead” Miller| Triple Frontier

Frontier of Anarchy — Series Masterlist

Will Miller: Sex in Publix • Part 2

Will You Just Fuck Me Already • Part 2

Iron Dickhead

Take the Praise, Princess

Shut Down, Control

One Goal: Completion • Part 2 • Pt 3 • Pt 4

Ironclad • Part 2

Feels Lovely, Doesn’t It?

Other Characters

Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim •  Pacific Rimjob • Pacific Love

Henri Charrière | Papillon •  Smoke You Out

Pete Dunham | Green Street Hooligans •  Green Street Goals

Stanley Kaminski | Jungleland •  Dream Baby Dream

Lin Ford | Shantaram •  Lies

Kai | Rebel Moon •  On Your Knees

Multi-Character Fics

Frontier of Anarchy — Series Masterlist

Charlie Characters… Lingerie Preferences

Five Shades of Hunnam

Charlie Hunnam Himself

Hunny, I’m Home • Part 2

Red Carpet Rogue

Too Good for Grey

His Dirty Girl (Charlie Hunnam Headcanon!)

Nefarious Shit (Lockdown Lovin’)

You’re Wet, You’re Naked • Part 2 • Part 3

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Kinkfest Masterlist 🔥  (extra kinky filthy smutty fics!)

Emoji Fic Masterlist 💗 (emoji-based ficlets for my 2k Followers Fest!)

Dirty Little Secret Masterlist 🤫  (fics based on this dirty little secret!)

Drabble Masterlist 💥 (100-word drabbles for my Drabble Fest!)

Thirsty Thots Masterlist 💦 (random slutty rants and short little imagines!)

Request Status List 📬  (masterpost keeping track of requests!)

[whatever-lmaoo]

#“It had been an attempt to make your unwillingness to get out of bed easier. You hadn't found it at all helpful and now you couldn't enjoy the song either.” That is so me in the morning!!😭 it could be my favorite song in the world and I’ll still feel like crying because I have to get up😭

#“But all you find is an empty bed and a cooling pillow.” Bucky boo where you at😞

#“It is still early, you always set your alarm earlier than needed” girl same

#“Just as you pull the door back, the shower starts up.” Yall know what time it is🤭😈

#Quick pit stop: the detail you’ve put in here is immaculate🙂‍↔️🤌🏾

#“His vibranium palm feels cold against your hip as he holds you a few inches away from his own skin clad form.” Why so farrrr☹️☹️

#“The muscles meet with an explosion of ecstasy, every movement, every touch growing more urgent, pressured, hungry.” Maammmmm🫢😵‍💫

#Is it getting hot in here or is it just your writing 🥵 so steamy that I think my glasses are fogging up😵😮‍💨

#I love the contrast between bucky’s rushed movements and us taking our time to enjoy his beautifully sculpted body🥹💗

#“Bucky is the first to get his breath back. He smirks down at you. “Good morning.” That was the best morning 😍🥵😮‍💨

This was amazing Girlie pop🫢the detailsss, ate every last one of them up!!!! The writing was so wonderful as well😍🌸

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, wet wet morning shower sex, nothing else, just sex.

Your alarm was always an unwelcome sound, it didn't matter that you'd programmed your phone to play The Weeknd's The Morning. It had been an attempt to make your unwillingness to get out of bed easier. You hadn't found it at all helpful and now you couldn't enjoy the song either.

Today wasn't different from any other, you hit snooze and roll over, hoping to find comfort in the warmth of Bucky’s side. But all you find is an empty bed and a cooling pillow. You pry open an eyelid to take a look around your bedroom, noticing the bathroom door ajar and swaying slightly. Assuming Bucky has decided to take a shower, you close your eye and settle back into your pillow in an attempt to snooze a little longer. It is still early, you always set your alarm earlier than needed so you have a chance to prepare for the ordeal of crawling out of the warmth of your bed.

For some reason, sleep seemed to have eluded you and the empty bed felt all too empty without Bucky beside you. So you decide to get up and get ready for work, maybe even convince your boyfriend to make you a pancake breakfast. The bathroom door is still ajar, so you decided to head in.

Just as you pull the door back, the shower starts up. A mischievous smile flickers across your face as you see Bucky’s shapely ass vanish into the already steaming shower. As silently as you can, you shed the oversized t-shirt and the old pair of boxers you like to wear in bed and slide in behind him.

He is expecting you.

You were hoping you would be able to surprise him by slipping your arms around his waist, but he is facing you, hair soaked and mouth smirking. Your lips part with surprise as you stand motionless at the magnificent sight before you. Your eyes focus on a droplet of water clinging desperately to a strand of his hair, watching avidly as it falls onto his cheek and slides down his unshaven jaw, finally landing on his bare chest.

Your gaze is naturally drawn downwards, but your vision barely has time to admire his chiseled abs before your head is being gently guided upwards by his large hand. His vibranium palm feels cold against your hip as he holds you a few inches away from his own skin clad form. 

He leans in. Close. Really close. Stopping just as the tip of his nose touches yours. He freezes right there. His gaze locked onto yours and his lips thinning as a sly grin spreads across his handsome features. It is too salacious to resist. You lift yourself up on your toes allowing your lips to meet his. You kiss. He captures your lower lip between his, sucking and nibbling gently. Slowly you open your mouth to allow his tongue to enter yours. He explores your mouth, starting off cautious, maybe even hesitant as he grazes your teeth, until he finds your tongue. The muscles meet with an explosion of ecstasy, every movement, every touch growing more urgent, pressured, hungry.

As your lips mingle, you allow your hands to reach up to his face and run your fingers through his wet hair. You massage his scalp, pressing your fingertips into his temples, making Bucky moan into your mouth. Without warning, he pulls his mouth away. Your eyes fly open, looking to see his intentions, but the building steam is obscuring your vision, but it doesn't take long for you to understand Bucky’s intent as his fingers tighten their grip on your waist and he has you pinned up against the tiled wall. The cold tiles on your back make you gasp, but the chill is short lived as the heat from Bucky’s body pressed against you warms you to your core. A small grunt escapes your lips at the feeling of Bucky’s growing erection pushing against your abdomen. His tip tickled your skin as Bucky leans in to attach his lips to your neck.

His actions are quickly becoming greedy, hands roaming freely across your waist, squeezing your ass, grinding his hips against yours. Your movements, however, are a little slower as you caress his shoulders and tug at the short strands of his hair. Your palms stroke his muscular pecs before you allow yourself the luxury of pushing your fingertips into his well defined abs. Just as you were ready to entertain his hips, Bucky steps back and a cold breeze makes your naked body shiver ever so slightly. He is blocking the shower head, obstructing the hot water and as you try to step towards him, his grip on your hips stops you and the frustrated whine that exudes from your lips only seems to entertain him.

Bucky doesn't use any words, which isn't unusual for him, you are well versed in his special language. His hands put pressure on your hips and you let him spin you around, steadying yourself by planting your palms up against the tiles. He wraps his flesh arm around your waist while his cold metal one cups your breast, groping, squeezing, tweaking your nipples until they feel harder than the vibranium in his fingers.

His breath is hot and heavy in your ear as his swollen member is pushed up against your ass, sliding up and down as he chases his own release. A wetness is dripping down your thigh, one that you were sure is not water from the shower. You want more, you need more. Taking a hand off the wall in front of you, you wrap your thumb and forefinger around his wrist and push it down towards your aching core. He redirects his hand down to your thigh, fingers crawling down the outside of your body, fondling the flesh on your thighs, inching agonizingly slowly inwards. Eventually he pushes his whole hand between your legs, pulling them apart slightly. A gasp escapes your lips as his long thick fingers delve between your slick folds, collecting the results of your arousal. He runs them back and forth over your clit in a slow rhythmic motion, pushing down now and again making you purr with pleasure.

The urgency inside you is rising, growing like a knot begging to be pulled undone. You want more, you want to feel him inside, deep between your legs, in the very core of your being. Bucky’s cock is tucked between your thighs, rubbing your pussy as he fingers your clit. Giving in to the urge to touch him, you reach around to cup his balls and roll them gently in your palm. He growls and bites down on the back of your shoulder, thrusting harder between your thighs. You whimper at the surprise of Bucky’s teeth pressing into your skin, he is sucking so hard that it will be bruised before you get to work.

With a grunt, you push back towards Bucky, stalling his movements. Turning in his arms, you pull him towards you, back up against the wall. He slips his hand behind your thigh, flexing your hip and bending your knee so that it curves around his hip. Then, with one swift, fluid, familiar motion, his whole length is inside you, fitting inside you perfectly. The sound that leaves your mouth is that of pure ecstasy.

He stills himself inside you as you dig your nails into his shoulders in an attempt to balance on your toes on one leg in the wet shower stall. His arms tighten, and you suspect that you aren't the one holding yourself upright anymore. You grab the bar of the adjustable shower head with one arm and drape the other across Bucky’s shoulders before nodding at him to continue. His towering height works as a lever as his thrusting hips lift you with each push. He tries to be slow at first, cautious of his strength and the damage he could wreak with his unbridled passion. But your bucking hips tell him how desperately you want him, willing and eager to take all of him. He fills your walls, stroking, stretching your inside until your screams echo off the porcelain walls. You are close to coming undone, your climax within reach.

He looks down into your eyes and you lean up to claim his lips. The move opens up your hips and the base of his cock swipes your swollen clit at the perfect angle to give you the most delectable sensation. His bottom lip is nestled firmly between yours and you bite down on it as you're overwhelmed by your orgasm, moaning wantonly into his mouth as your walls flutter and squeeze his throbbing length. He cums inside you with a series of grunts in your ear, his hot load into you until you can feel it running down your thigh.

He lets you down gently, panting in your ear, he bends down so you can plant a stable foot on the slippery shower tray. Slowly, Bucky pulls out of you, soft now, but still feeling sensitive. Your legs feel like jelly even though they are now both on the ground. You can tell he feels the same, his chest firmly pressed against yours, mouths barely inches apart and foreheads touching.

Bucky is the first to get his breath back. He smirks down at you. “Good morning.”

[whatever-lmaoo]

I forgot how long this was, my apologies to anyone who’s come across it without the read more thing😭💗

“his friends included one smartass star pitcher for your university’s baseball team who made it his life’s mission to be a thorn in your side.” Oooooo😏

“Needless to say, you couldn’t stand the man.” Good thing we’re sitting 😍

Lmaooo that was lame please ignore me😭

“Needless to say, you couldn’t stand the man.” I know it’s such a short little piece but as a horror girlie I think you would write such a good horror story 🙉

“ had always been kind to you and you got along well.” Thor is such a sweet cuddle bear🥹🌸

“ Wanna know what they found?” A voice you know all too well whispers into your ear from behind. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as his breath fans your ear.” THE WAY MY BODY SHUDDERED 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“Bucky can’t help the cocky grin that overcomes him when you look at him like that.” He better stop playing before I kiss him😍

 “ None worth my time, sweetheart—and it's Bucky.” You’re gonna kill me😵

“ We’re not friends, James. Friends don’t make you miss your biology final,” nah I would be pissed to regardless of the make up exam😭 it’s the principle of the matter james🤌🏾

“The way they dance and crackle as if telling their own story alongside Sam’s.” Mel belle you already have my heart🙉 I don’t have anything else to give 🤧💗

“His eyes reflecting more than just the golden flames in the bonfire. There was something deeper and not entirely unfamiliar. He had looked at you this way before, and yet it was still unrecognizable to you. An emotion you couldn’t pinpoint, but that was heartstopping nonetheless.” I’m in loveeeee with the way you write 🙉

“That damn grin.” I’m tellin you we gotta kiss it off his face 😍

“You make your way over to one of the many trashcans around the campsite and dump the last bits of your s’more in along with the disposable plate. Your appetite for the treat long gone after his little stunt.” You’re making me crave s’mores 😩

“By the way, I’ll be staying with Thor tonight, so you have our tent all to yourself.” Oooooo 🤭

“Maybe then it would be easier to look at them without being affected—without feeling that pull.” This comment is towards the whole drawing scene: you have such an artistic way with words and it’s so refreshing!! One of my favorites without a doubt🥹🌸

“Another noise rang out—the skidding of dirt. And this time it was closer to your tent.” The way I would actually hurt Bucky, I know it’s him😤😤😤

“Your surroundings are cast in shadows as the moon seems to be hiding behind a gloomy cluster of clouds.” Eeeeee

“ You have no survival instincts, do you?” We really don’t 😂

“Positioning himself between you and the unknown noise.” What a sweetheart 🥹

“ The noise was me then—sorry. I tripped over something while looking for a place to piss.” I KNEW IT😂 can’t be mad at him tho since it wasn’t on purpose 😂

“Are you worried about me, sweetheart?” “Oh, you’d miss me if it did. But don’t worry—if it gets me, I’ll make sure to let it know you’re the one worth chasing." I NEED HIM RIGHT NOW😍 need a relationship full of endless teasing😩

“So you are worried about me,” no we just wanted to take your money first🙄 smug bastard😒

“Sweetheart, why won't you admit—” he’s cut off by the swift movement of something dashing past the both of you. He immediately pulls you in closer, his arms encasing you protectively—his body a shield. One arm is wrapped around your waist while the other holds your head. Your own body leans into his as if bracing for impact.” I am not okay 😵‍💫

“The rain cutting through the trees and promising to kiss every inch of your skin.” YOU.ARE.TOO.GOOD.😱

“Your features heightened in the gentle sheen of the lantern. Intricate shadows scattered across your figure that made you look ethereal. The way his heart hammered in his chest romanticizing the sight of you.” Teach me how to write like you🙉

“Every fiber of his being holding back from doing something to snap that rope.” SNAP IT SNAP IT RIGHT NOW😍😍😍😍😍

“Persistently you pull at the blanket again. He pulls back—a tug of war ensues between you.” Need them to turn around and kiss or for Bucky to overpower us😵‍💫

“ You have got to be one of the most stubborn people I have ever met in my goddamn life,” baby you ain’t seen nothin yet🤭

“You end up on top of him.” I’m ready but I’m not 😱 need someone to toss me around like that🥵

“However, when his hands grip the back of your thighs, sliding your legs from on top of him to his sides so you straddle him—you believe it. And when your hands find themselves threading in his hair—he believes it.” It’s cruel of you take make me crave the things I can’t have😩

“Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. Can’t leave me like this.” Nothing gets me going more than a desperate man🥵

“He hopes you shut him up like this more often.” AHHHH I SO WILL

“I’m sure of you, sweetheart. You’re worth every second, and I’m not stopping until you see it too.” Kill me already 😭💗🥹🌸

“Goodnight, Bucky,” STOP IM GONNA CRY, THE GROWTH😭😭😭😭😭

“No words were exchanged, but both of you were conscious of the line you had drawn last night. And yet, you both also knew that in time, that line would be crossed again and again. Until the line blurred into oblivion.” Your endings never fail to be so wonderful and leave this nice feeling of closure despite what’s left to come🥹🌸 I am obsessed with the way you write and craft such beautiful stories mel belle!! Even with this cold vision in my mind of the middle of the night being casted in a blue hue, I still felt the warmth within your words! I adore their relationship dynamic and the moments where you see their hearts yearning for the other even when their minds haven’t made that connection yet🥹💗✨You also did exceptionally well with capturing Bucky’s mannerisms!! Like there wasn’t one spot where i couldn’t not picture him saying or feeling the things that you wrote for him!!(i had a huge brain fart so I apologize if that didn’t make sense 😭💗)

A Night of Frights & Delights

Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)

Summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Word Count: 7k

Warning(s): slight horror themes / suggestive tones + implications / mentions of a past murder (not in graphic detail just campfire storytelling) / slow burn / suspense + other elements of spookiness / touch starved elements / be prepared for lots of back and forth + tension

Prompt: Campsite + forced proximity + “ It’s not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we’ve gotta have a full moon too?”

a/n: here’s my entry for @witchywithwhiskey ‘s summer slasher writing challenge. Any chance to celebrate summerween and I’m there 🤭✨ I got carried away with the spooky element of it and this ended up longer than expected. Thank you for reading! 🧡 Feedback is always appreciated!! 🎃🧡

a steamy part two ❤️‍🔥

“ It’s Friday the 13th! Gather ‘round, for some good ol’ scary campfire stories!” Sam Wilson called out to anyone who would listen. A task that wasn’t the easiest thing to ask for when all the college students in the area were trying to have their last bit of fun before fall semester started. Amongst the ones that weren’t already drunk or passed out, a few were trying to find the perfect opportunity to sneak away into the night.

You on the other hand sat near the bonfire, appreciating the warmth it provided on this chilly night. Your back was resting against a log. The scratchy surface grazes against your black sweater at the slightest movement. Camping wasn’t your ideal choice for a weekend getaway, but when your best friend Jane insisted on you coming along it was hard to say no. Especially, since you had already said no to multiple get-togethers throughout the summer. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to hang out with her. The issue was that wherever she was her boyfriend was—and wherever he was his friends were. And his friends included one smartass star pitcher for your university’s baseball team who made it his life’s mission to be a thorn in your side. 

Needless to say, you couldn’t stand the man.

“ It was actually 1982, not 1985,” Jane whispers her comment to you, nudging your arm lightly. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at her, your clueless eyes meeting her amused ones. 

“ You’re not paying attention to Sam’s story, are you?” She quietly calls you out, leaning slightly closer. You shake your head sheepishly,“ No. Kind of got lost in thought,” you admit. Jane nods in acknowledgment,“ You’re not missing much. He’s just telling the story of the murders that happened here in ‘82,” she explains. You nod slowly, an eerie chill creeping up your spine. Everyone within fifty miles of the town knew of the horrific crime. It was the worst the town had ever seen. 

A group of teenagers had snuck off into the woods to party a week before their senior graduation. They brought their camping gear to spend the night under the full moon to celebrate the milestone. They had gone so deep into the woods no one heard their music blasting all night. 

No one heard their screams either as their life was taken from them. 

You took a shaky breath, your fingers tracing random patterns into the dirt beneath you. Even though you could recite this story from memory it was different hearing it told in gruesome detail. Something Sam was not shying away from doing. 

“ Don’t let Sam’s story get to you—here have a s’more,” Thor spoke up, handing you a small disposable plate with a freshly assembled s’more. His way of trying to comfort you. 

“ Thanks,” you shot Thor an appreciative smile, taking the sweet treat. Jane’s boyfriend had always been kind to you and you got along well. The mutual friendliness extended to all of his baseball friends.

Well, the friendliness extended to all his friends except for one.  

“ He’s telling it wrong anyway, so don’t pay it any mind,” Jane says causing you to let out a small laugh. Leave it to Jane to alleviate your nerves by just being herself. 

You try to drown out Sam’s true crime retelling and focus on the sugary gooeyness on your lap. Jane and Thor snuggle into each other beside you and a small smile appears on your face at the sight. You take a bite of the s’more, letting the flavors melt into your mouth. 

“ The next morning the cops led a search party into these very woods. Everyone searched day and night for three days straight. Scouting every inch, no stone unturned, to find them. And then one day, one member of the search party found something. That member being my Titi—so listen close,” Sam sets up the big reveal. 

“ Wanna know what they found?” A voice you know all too well whispers into your ear from behind. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as his breath fans your ear. 

“ I already know,” you grit out, turning your head to glare at him. Bucky can’t help the cocky grin that overcomes him when you look at him like that. He makes his way over the log and sits right next to you. You don’t hide the displeasure on your face. 

“ Couldn’t find anyone else to annoy, James?” 

 “ None worth my time, sweetheart—and it's Bucky.” 

You roll your eyes biting back a snarky comment. No matter the number of times he insists on you calling him by his nickname, you refuse to. Only his friends call him Bucky, and you're not friends—far from it. So to you, he’s James and nothing more. 

“ We’re not friends, James. Friends don’t make you miss your biology final,” you remind him bitterly. He looks at you with slight disbelief,“ You’re still stuck on that? How is it my fault the party went until four in the morning?” You bristle at his defensiveness. 

“ I don’t know. Maybe by not kicking everyone out of your apartment?” you retort, taking another bite of your s’more. Hoping to lose yourself in the sweetness of it before the distaste of his presence taints it. 

“ At least the professor let you make it up…” he mutters under his breath. 

“ That’s not the point,” you snip, unable to let him have the last word. You pretend to focus on Sam’s story, but really your attention is on the flames in front of you. The way they dance and crackle as if telling their own story alongside Sam’s. 

Bucky stares at you, his eyes scanning every detail of your face. His favorite pastime is finding all the ways to push your buttons. There’s something about your reactions that he can’t help but want to see more of. He openly enjoys being the only one who can elicit such responses from you. Hell, you could say he was proud of it. 

“ Stop it.” 

“ Stop what?” 

“ The staring.” 

“ Don't want to.” 

You turn to give him a piece of your mind but abruptly stop when you see the way he’s looking at you—or more so the way he’s examining your lips. His eyes reflecting more than just the golden flames in the bonfire. There was something deeper and not entirely unfamiliar. He had looked at you this way before, and yet it was still unrecognizable to you. An emotion you couldn’t pinpoint, but that was heartstopping nonetheless. 

His hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing away at something on the corner of your mouth. Your tongue instinctively darts out to lick your lips and remove whatever remnants of the s’more are left. Something unreadable flashes in his eyes. You wonder what he must be seeing in yours when his eyes drift from your lips to your gaze. 

“ You had a little something there,” his voice has a deeper cadence to it, contrasting the cheeky grin plastered on his face. That damn grin. It’s all you need to snap out of whatever trance you were just in. 

“ You’re insufferable,” you hiss out, getting up from your spot on the ground and stepping away from the bonfire. You hate how he does this—how easily he’s able to mess with you. It’s like it's his second nature to know exactly how to get a reaction from you. Almost as if he knew you better than you knew yourself.

The vulnerability of it all is what ground your gears the most. Bucky was used to this. The flirting, the back and forth, the teasing, and having girls wrapped around his finger. The last time you were in a relationship was your freshman year of college—a few years ago. It had been too long of being touch-starved that the slightest of touches or gazes brought about a yearning deep within you. One that you swore Bucky could see right through and it made you detest the man more. 

You hated feeling like you were being toyed with. But above all, you hated how much you actually didn’t hate the attention he gave you. 

You make your way over to one of the many trashcans around the campsite and dump the last bits of your s’more in along with the disposable plate. Your appetite for the treat long gone after his little stunt. 

You use your phone as a flashlight as you walk over to where all the tents are stationed. It’s not too far from the bonfire, but far enough that the voices of everyone drown out into a low hum. A few people are already in the tents enjoying the night without the warmth of the fire. 

“ Y/n! Hold up!” Jane calls out to you from behind. You face her confused expression, “ Everything okay?” You nod, your hands hiding in the pockets of your grey sweatpants,“ Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna call it a night,” you say tiredly. You don’t want her to worry or keep her from enjoying her night. 

“ Okay…Are you sure? Because you seemed off after Bucky—” 

“ Please for the love of everything don’t mention him.”

Jane drops the subject entirely, “ Okay, okay. I won’t,” she assures you and pauses for a moment before she adds, “ By the way, I’ll be staying with Thor tonight, so you have our tent all to yourself.” 

“ Oh? Oh…behave yourself, Foster,” you warn her playfully. She rolls her eyes waving off your tease,“ No promises.” You laugh together—the exchange alleviating the heaviness in your shoulders.

After a light farewell, your best friend retreats to the bonfire. You find your eyes drifting from her figure to the back of Bucky’s head. He’s still sitting in the same spot, right next to where you had sat. He was drinking away at a beer as Sam continues his story. You look away, ignoring the way your heart feels a small pang as it wonders if it would have been so bad if you had stayed.

Only Bucky had this way of infuriating you, but enticing you at the same time. A magnetic push and pull that tugs at you whenever you’re near him. 

You crouch down and unzip your humble abode for the night. Gazing up at the sky before heading in. The moon is bright and full amongst the dark hazy clouds. 

“ It's not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we've gotta have a full moon too?” you grumble before entering the tent. The knowledge of being in here alone all night sounds less appealing now. You wish Sam had told a different story to set the mood for tonight. 

For the next couple of hours, you lose yourself in your sketchbook. Every corner of the tent became your makeshift desk as the soft scratches of graphite filled the air. A small LED lantern casting just enough glow to guide your intricate curves and shadows across the paper. At first, you were sketching a flower you had seen earlier in the day along a trail. You don’t recognize the species, but the cluster of pretty violet petals vividly lived in your head and you wanted it forever memorialized in your sketchbook. 

At some point, however, the petals turn into doodles and then unrecognizable scribbles. The creative flow taking a life of its own. You soon find yourself drawing a pair of eyes on another page. Giving them a space of their own. These eyes you recognize deep down, but they still have the same unreadable expression from earlier. Almost as if you hoped to decipher it by putting it on paper. 

Maybe then it would be easier to look at them without being affected—without feeling that pull. 

There’s a loud thump that echoes close to your tent. You freeze at the sound. By this point, everyone had called it a night and retreated to their sleeping arrangements. It had been at least half an hour that you hadn’t heard a single sound except for the chirping of crickets amongst a chorus of other creepy crawlers. 

When no sound followed the thump you decided to ignore it—acting like you hadn’t heard a thing. And yet, your fingers swiftly moved to turn off the lantern and close your sketchbook, neatly tucking it beneath your pillow. 

Another noise rang out—the skidding of dirt. And this time it was closer to your tent. Not directly outside it, but almost. You don’t know why your heart dropped or why your fingertips went cold, but they did. You tell yourself it’s probably just someone going out to use the bathroom or some other related activity. 

Your body betrayed your mind as it started to feel enclosed in the tent. Like a prey caught in a trap. Hopelessly awaiting the moment the predator decided to take them out. 

You swallow the lump in your throat and with numb fingers, you grab your phone. The tent shrinking around you as your heart pounded in your chest. Going out to investigate the source of the noise wasn't the smartest idea. However, continuing to be a sitting duck in the tent was distressing you more—and that helpless feeling overpowered anything else. 

You slowly unzip the tent, trying to make as minimal noise as possible. You slip on your moccasins, putting one foot in front of the other as you step out into the night. Your surroundings are cast in shadows as the moon seems to be hiding behind a gloomy cluster of clouds. You look around and notice no one else is awake. Only dormant tents with sleeping residents inside accompany you in the night. 

You scan the area, training your ear to see if you can pick up any noise. 

That’s when you hear it—a rustling in the bushes. 

You peer into the woods, your eyes narrowing hoping to center on something, but you can’t see anything. There’s a slight fog that encases the lines of trees encircling the campsite obstructing your view. 

You take a few steps forward, hugging your sweater closer to your body. The outside air catches you off guard with its falling degrees. The shadows at every corner of the woods become creatures of the night if you stare at them for too long. 

Why were you doing this? Why had you decided this was a good idea? 

You questioned yourself. An unpleasant shiver goes up your spine at the thought of you walking straight into a creature’s claws. Your footing stumbled, and yet you found yourself walking further in the direction of the sound, the faint glow of your phone illuminating your path. You decided against using the actual flashlight on your phone as it could easily alert whatever was hiding in the foliage of the woods. 

You don’t go too far from the campsite. Your legs only take you a few feet away from the perimeter of it before tensing at the way the hoot of an owl cuts through the stillness of the night. Your breath caught in your throat, and you gripped your phone tighter. The edges of it digging into your skin. 

“ What are we looking for?” A voice too close for comfort whispers behind you and it causes you to shriek, your phone tumbling to the ground as you jump away from the source. Your eyes zero in on the culprit—your blood boiling when your gaze meets his ceruleans. 

James Buchanan fucking Barnes.

A deep chuckle erupts from Bucky at your reaction. Not only at the way you jumped, but also at the way you’re now seething. He stands there in a basic white tee and black joggers, his hair slightly unkempt from lying on it earlier in the night. 

“ What the hell is wrong with you?” You hiss, bending down to pick up your phone from the ground. The anxiety from before dissipating into irritation. 

“ Me? What’s up with you? Sneaking around in the woods at night. That’s kinda creepy, sweetheart,” he jabs with a smirk. You roll your eyes, exhaling to steady your breath,“ Stop calling me that. And I'm not sneaking around—I heard something.” 

“ And you came to check it out?” 

“ Yeah.”

“ You have no survival instincts, do you?”

“ And you do? You're out here too.”

Bucky crosses his arms, his eyes roaming over your figure. He’s thoroughly entertained by your attempt to catch whatever is out there in your cozy outfit. It’s not exactly monster-hunting material. 

“ I let my buddy have the tent for the night. He’s got a girl in there. Thought I'd sleep under the stars like nature intended,” he explains with a nonchalant shrug. A wry smile appears on your face,“ Aren’t you a great friend,” you reply sarcastically. He’s about to give you a snippy retort when a branch breaks ahead of you, causing you both to snap your attention to it. 

You both go silent—wondering if you’ll hear anything more. Bucky takes a few steps forward to stand in front of you. Positioning himself between you and the unknown noise. 

“ Is that what you heard earlier?” He asks, his voice a hushed whisper. Your eyes drift up his form and the way his arm is slightly outstretched in your direction in a protective stance. He’s looking in the direction of where the sound came from, but then his head turns back to look at you. 

It takes you a second to gather your words,“ Sort of. At first there was like a loud thud by my tent and then some rustling—and now this,” you describe the unfolding events thus far.

He frowns,“ Is your tent the one by Wanda’s?”At his question you nod,“ Yeah…why?” He tilts his head slightly as he tries to recollect something. 

“ The two-person one with the purple edges?” 

“ Yeah…” 

His features soften, dawning on a sheepish expression. His protective stance faltering as he scratches the back of his neck,“ The noise was me then—sorry. I tripped over something while looking for a place to piss.” 

“ Oh…” Is all you manage to say. Feeling utterly foolish for getting so worked up over nothing. What you had thought was something going bump in the night ended up being Bucky stumbling to relieve himself. 

Another branch cracks in the murky fog. Reminding you that although the noises you heard outside your tent were explained, the ones here, not too far from you and Bucky—weren’t. 

“ I’m gonna go check it out,” he takes a step forward, but you stop him. Your hand shoots out to grip the hem of his shirt,“ Don’t! Are you crazy? You’re going to get yourself killed or something!”

His eyebrows raise, not expecting you to have that reaction.“ Are you worried about me, sweetheart?” A smirk spreads across his face, a twinkle in his eye.“ As if—screw you,” you deny harsher than you intended, removing your hold from his shirt. This only provokes him more, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin,“ You wanna?” 

“ You know what? I hope whatever is out there gets you.” 

“ Oh, you’d miss me if it did. But don’t worry—if it gets me, I’ll make sure to let it know you’re the one worth chasing." 

Bucky doesn’t give you a second to process what his words really mean. Instead, he takes out a small flashlight from the pocket of his joggers. He turns it on, shining the area ahead of him. A brazen expression is the last thing you see before he wanders into that direction of the woods as if there wasn’t potentially something dangerous up ahead. 

You wanted to protest, but you didn’t. Rather, you end up standing there amongst the wilderness, watching as his form gets smaller and smaller until it disappears into the haze of the fog. 

You feel uneasy as soon as you don’t see him. Your chest feels heavy with the unknown. You call out to him. Thinking maybe he’s doing this to prove something or to mess with you. When he doesn’t call back you find apprehension in the sinking pit of your stomach. 

Behind you, the campsite is still in sight. The smart thing to do would be to go wake someone up—like Thor—to go after Bucky. However, your feet work faster than your mind does, pushing you to follow after him. 

This time you use the flashlight on your phone to light your path. The luminescence cuts through the fog as you trudge through it. Leaves crunching beneath your feet, and hands outstretched lightly to use the passing trees as support to persist onward. 

You walk for a good few minutes before you finally spot him. He’s standing by a tall pine tree, his right hand tracing over something etched into the bark. 

“ James! Come back to the campsite!” You whisper yelled, approaching him. He hummed,“ So you are worried about me,” the smugness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you. When he turns to face you his eyes tell you he was expecting you. Like he knew in the end your stubbornness and pride wouldn’t matter because you’d end up following after him after all.

You are worried about him. He needs no further proof than your actions. 

There was a prickling of annoyance building up in your system. More than anything, you wanted to get out of the woods as soon as possible. The campsite feels like a haven awaiting your return. 

“ Can you stop being so insufferably cocky for one second and just come back to the camp before I drag your ass back?” You say through gritted teeth. You wanted to have more bark to your bite, but the inkling dread of what could be out here stopped you from crossing that line. 

He stepped closer to you, the glow of his flashlight reflecting in his eyes in tiny glimmers,“ Why? I thought you didn't care if ‘whatever is out there’ got me.”

“ I don’t—but I’d hate to be an accomplice to that thing.” 

“ Admit it. You’re worried about me.”

By now Bucky was mere inches away from you. Having slowly sauntered right up to you. His eyes were daring you to speak the truth—his arrogant smile tempting you to do even more. 

“ I came to get you back, but if you’re determined to stay here then stay,” you huff, spinning on your heels to storm off. 

Bucky’s hand reaches out and encloses your wrist gently. Just enough to keep you from walking away. He sighs with defeated ire. 

“ Sweetheart, why won't you admit—” he’s cut off by the swift movement of something dashing past the both of you. He immediately pulls you in closer, his arms encasing you protectively—his body a shield. One arm is wrapped around your waist while the other holds your head. Your own body leans into his as if bracing for impact. 

From the corner of your eye, you can see the culprit of the racket. A deer dashing through the woods like it had somewhere to be. You held back a laugh at the revelation. 

This is what had you so worried this whole time? A deer? 

Even so, your heart races in your chest. And Bucky has you so tightly pressed into his that you can feel the way his own heart is thrumming rapidly. Both of your breaths work to steady from their instability as you realize there is nothing truly to be worried about. 

You stay like this for what seems like an eternity. Finding comfort in each other’s arms. The fog dances around your figures as if pushing you closer. The tips of your fingers tingle from where they’re pressed at his chest. 

When you finally register whose touch it is, you pull away. Bucky reluctantly lets you go. His arms awkwardly falling to his sides. You don’t know what to say. He doesn’t know where to start.

Why was his instinct to protect you? To keep you from harm’s way? 

And why had you felt the safest all night in his arms? 

You swallow the questions that desire to escape. There’s a part of you that feels like you should thank him, but then the other part feels stupid for wanting to do so. Knowing how much it would feed his ego to vindicate him as a hero. 

“ Guess it was just a deer, huh?” Bucky tries to cut through whatever tension is starting to build. 

“ Yeah…silly us…” you reply, half-heartedly. Your mind still reeling from his touch. 

You both go quiet again. The silence welcomes you where words fail to. 

Out of nowhere, you feel a tiny bead land on your head. Followed by one on your hand and then your cheek. It's beginning to drizzle. The rain cutting through the trees and promising to kiss every inch of your skin. 

“ We should get going,” Bucky says, his palm cupped to catch a few droplets. 

“ Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you agree, clearing your throat. In other circumstances, Bucky would rejoice and point out how, for once, you aren’t arguing with him. But not right now—not at this moment. Not when the memory of holding each other stirred something within you both. 

No, now instead you walk back to the campsite in silence. You’re a few steps ahead as Bucky decides to tow along at a slower pace. Seemingly lost in thought. 

When you’re back at the campsite your eyes dart to your tent. It’s within reach. A safety you can hideout in until the emotions Bucky arose in you fade away.  

“ Can I chill in your tent for a while? Just until the rain stops,” Bucky surprises you with his request. Until you remember he gave up his tent to his friend for the night. 

“ What? No,” your response is immediate. The thought of you and Bucky alone in your tent causes many scenarios to run through your head. You didn’t think you’d make it through the night with him in it. You were barely hanging on as it is. 

“ I just saved your life.” 

“ You did not.”

“ Did too.” 

“ James, you absolutely did not–” 

“ Please,” his soft plea tugs at the very part of you that wants to say yes. He’s not the kind of guy to beg, but he’ll do anything to not stand out in the cold rain. You being in an enclosed space with him was just a bonus. 

An extremely tantalizing bonus. 

“ Fine…but only until the rain stops,” you concede. You weren’t heartless enough to leave him out in the rain. 

You zip open the tent and climb inside. You remove your moccasins and leave them by the entrance. The inside is spacious enough for the two of you, but you still find yourself going into the furthest right corner of it. You sit crossed-legged as you turn on the small LED lantern to illuminate the tent with its muted glow. He makes his way inside, his hair glistening from the rain. He leaves his muddied slides by your moccasins. 

“ This tent is way nicer than the one Sam and I got,” he comments, running a hand through his hair to dispel the droplets. He’s trying to make light conversation, keeping his distance as he sits in the corner by the entrance diagonally from you. 

“ Jane’s family is really into camping so she had this one laying around…” you mention. The oddity of small talk between you fills the space with a foreign dynamic. The rain goes from a sprinkle to a pour. Hitting the top of the fabric cacoon in harsh strokes.  

He chooses to pivot the conversation.“ Do you have everything ready for fall semester?” He asks you, maneuvering to sit with his knees bent, his shirt hiking up the smallest bit to expose the skin at his hips. You avert your gaze when your heart does a little flip. 

“ Almost. I still have one or two textbooks to get,” you reply, playing with a few loose threads of the blanket beneath you. Anything to not have your eyes wander back to him. 

He scoffs lightly,“ You already got your textbooks? There’s no way. I always get ‘em after the first week.” Unlike you, he can’t seem to keep his pretty blues away from you. Your features heightened in the gentle sheen of the lantern. Intricate shadows scattered across your figure that made you look ethereal. The way his heart hammered in his chest romanticizing the sight of you.

“ That's because I’m responsible and you’re not.” 

“ I am responsible. As captain of the baseball team—”

“ Spare me the team leader speech, please,” you groan, stopping him from continuing. There’s only so much you can take for one night. And hearing Bucky light up as he talks about the one thing he’s passionate about—the one thing that humanizes him to you beyond his usual cheeky self. It would do more to you than just make your heart do a little flip.

You’d end up saying or doing something you wouldn’t be able to take back. 

“ Look, Y/n, I’m just trying to make conversation here. You don’t have to be so difficult all the time. Just talk to me,” Bucky brings you out of your thoughts not only by his exasperated tone, but by the way your name rolls off his tongue. He so rarely calls you by it. He’s called you sweetheart endlessly—and he’s even slipped a few sunshines in the mix—but your name was foreign to his vocabulary.  

 Bucky is usually good at dealing with your constant back and forth. Some days it's the only thing he looks forward to. However, right now it was irritating him how much you pushed back. He wanted you to give in. To what, he wasn’t sure. But he wondered what normalcy felt like with you—what just a damn friendly conversation felt like. 

You sigh, meeting his eyes.“ I don’t want to talk. Sorry, I think I’m just tired. Maybe we should go to bed,” you suggest, hoping that if he says yes you can sleep away the bubbling of emotions in your chest. 

You can see the way he contemplates something, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Now he’s the one holding back. A beat passes and you nervously wonder if he’ll turn down your suggestion. 

“ Fine—it's late anyway. But only if I get to sleep next to you. I promise I’ll keep my distance. It’s just there’s water leaking through the zipper at the entrance,” he mentions, his hand motioning to the entry. Your eyes dart to where he’s pointing and sure enough there’s a small puddle of water pooling by it. Not knowing how long the rain would continue, you knew you had to deal with the issue.

You grab Jane’s camping gear that holds numerous amount of supplies in all of its various pockets. She always came extra prepared no matter the occasion. You take out a washcloth, scooting over to the entrance to soak up the forming puddle. You decide to leave it there neatly tucked underneath where the water was finding its way in.

“ Alright, but if you snore I'm kicking you out,” you warn, but it’s more playful than serious. Something to lighten the mood before you go to bed. A way to dissipate whatever tension’s built up so you'd be able to fall asleep. 

It’s hard to cut through the tension and alleviate its symptoms when your shelter from the storm seems to shrink the more you chat with Bucky. And now sitting right next to him—shoulder to shoulder—it seems like a damn near impossible task. 

" I’ll take my chances. But just so you know, I don’t go down without a fight,” he winks at you, your shoulders brushing. Your heart rate picks up and it takes everything within you to stare into his eyes and not focus on the way that simple contact sent a shiver down your spine. 

His eyes drift to your lips causing your breath to hitch. The implications of where this could go are enough to pull you away from his spell. 

“ Goodnight,” you choke out. Subtly rushing over to your sleeping bag and settling into it. You don’t see when he shakes his head, but you do hear how he chuckles lowly. He mumbles something under his breath, but you can’t pick it up. 

He makes his way over to Jane’s sleeping bag, but lays on top of it instead of nestling into it. Choosing to cover himself only in the maroon fleece blanket that was draped over your body too. 

“ Goodnight,” he finally says, his body turning to face away from you. You respond by turning off the lantern. The space is now engulfed by darkness. Only the faintest of light shines in from the outside, letting your eyes trace the outlines of objects. 

 You turn to your side. Your back facing his. You take a deep breath, concentrating on the sound of the rain to hopefully lull you into a slumber. But the air felt too thick and your body was burning up from the heat radiating under the blanket. There was a good foot or so separating your body and Bucky’s. And yet, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as if he was pressed up right against you. 

It was too much. You swore you started sweating, so you shuffled under the covers and out of the sleeping bag. Every movement slow and deliberate as if to not snap the rope keeping the palpable tension in place. 

When only the plush fleece covered your body, the heat radiated less. But the fluttering of the blanket caused Bucky’s cologne to waft your way. A pleasant scent of musky woodiness with a hint of something that was entirely him. You gripped the cover tightly and counted to ten in your head. You were going mad. 

“ Would you stop hogging the blanket? ” Bucky muttered from beside you. There were a lot of things he wanted to tell you to stop doing. Because you and your constant fidgeting were driving him crazy. Every fiber of his being holding back from doing something to snap that rope. 

You didn’t realize you had been pulling it your way until he mentioned it. Your grip on it loosened,“ Sorry. I wasn’t hogging it though,” you argued for no reason other than to fill the silence. 

“ Yes, you were.” 

“ No, I wasn’t.” 

There was something about the proximity of your bodies that made the blanket seem smaller. Like there was no possible way it could equally cover both of your sleeping forms. Maybe this is what caused you to then tug at it, however, he holds it firmly to himself too.  

Persistently you pull at the blanket again. He pulls back—a tug of war ensues between you. You can hear him huff in the darkness, but you're not letting up. Bucky couldn't care less about the blanket. He only cared about not letting you get the upper hand. His competitive streak showing.  

While you solely really didn’t want to let him win. 

You wrap the end of the blanket around yourself—almost like a cacoon. The delicate fleece encases you. Leaving the bare minimum amount for Bucky to cover himself with. 

“ You have got to be one of the most stubborn people I have ever met in my goddamn life,” he practically growls as he yanks forcefully on the blanket. A tiny yelp escapes you as you get pulled along with it. 

You underestimated the strength of the star pitcher. 

You end up on top of him. The blanket now an extra cushy barrier between your bodies. In the dim light, your eyes lock, and you can faintly see the outline of a boyish grin on his face. You don’t move away. There’s like an invisible force that keeps you there. Your body pressed against his feeling his warmth tenfold. You can’t tell if either of you are breathing because all you're aware of now is how his heart beats in time with yours. 

“ You’re insufferable you know that?” you swallow hard, your voice lacking its usual bite.

“ You sure about that, sweetheart?” he challenges, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips brushing against yours with feather-light contact.

When had your lips gotten so close? 

You don’t know who leans in first. The one who finally breaks the standoff because your lips seem to meet at the same time. The kiss is sweet, but with a slight hesitance to it. As if neither of you are completely sure the other wants this. Or more like neither of you believes this is happening. However, when his hands grip the back of your thighs, sliding your legs from on top of him to his sides so you straddle him—you believe it. And when your hands find themselves threading in his hair—he believes it. 

One kiss that tests the waters turns into one that slowly sinks into the feeling. Until the two of you fully submerge into the depths of whatever has been simmering between you for what seems like too long. Delicate kisses that get more heated—more intense as your lips continue to meet. Bucky beams at the fact that you’re no longer pushing, but pulling into him. His craving for you only increasing now that he’s had a taste. 

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, slow and gentle. Asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Bucky Barnes isn’t the type to be slow and gentle—but when it comes to you he finds himself wanting to relish every second he gets. Not knowing when he’ll get another moment like this with you again. 

Your lips part enough for him to slip his tongue in to truly kiss you like he wanted to. As soon as you grant access he takes full opportunity to explore every corner of your mouth. His tongue molding with yours in fervor. Your fingers lightly tug at his hair while his hands roam your body memorizing every curve and dip. Wherever he gripped and caressed, his touch left heat in its wake. 

A heat you had to contain before it consumed you both. 

“ If you think you’re getting lucky tonight—think again. This is the most you’ll get,” You say breathlessly, pulling away to help your lungs remember what oxygen is. 

He groans, breath panting, the outline of his pout evident in the dim light,“ Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. Can’t leave me like this.” His voice a desperate whine that allured you to keep going. 

“ Too bad. You're dreaming if you think this is going any further.” 

“ God, you don’t wanna know what I've dreamed about.” 

“ Shut up,” you cut off his groan with another kiss. Fierce enough to silence him immediately. He hopes you shut him up like this more often. 

Your lips meet again in a hasty lock. No hesitation now as your tongues meet quicker. You seem to be obsessed with his hair as you run your fingers through it again. He shivers at the touch. His hands slide under your sweater to trail along your soft skin. Keeping his hands along your back and waist. Teetering around the boundary you drew, so he didn’t get carried away. But it was hard when kissing you felt as good as throwing the perfect game—maybe even better.

He realizes the emotions you bring out of him are worth a lifetime waiting for.

He pulls away this time to catch his breath, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face,“ I’m in no rush, sweetheart. I’ve got all the time in the world to take it all the way—make you fall for me.” 

You hum, leaning into his touch,“ You seem sure of yourself. ”

His voice is rough yet affectionate when he speaks,“ I’m sure of you, sweetheart. You’re worth every second, and I’m not stopping until you see it too.” 

He gives you one final tender kiss. One that's full of promise for the future. You weren’t sure if it was his words or the meaning in the kiss that stole your breath away. 

After a few seconds, you both pull away. Separating your bodies from each other to provide that much-needed space before lines were crossed.

“ Goodnight, Bucky,” you say, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you would keep your hands and lips to yourself come tomorrow. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when you called him by his nickname. Bringing a genuine smile to his face, loving the way it sounded coming from you. 

“ Goodnight, Y/n.”

Even after saying goodnight, the two of you can’t fall asleep immediately. You try to, but there are small moments in the night where you drift back to each other. Where in the darkness your lips meet again and again—satiating the tension in parts. Where your hands find themselves under the covers and layers of clothing. Flaming the fans of desire just enough so it doesn’t completely burn out, but smoldering to be reignited at any moment’s chance. 

You don’t realize when you fall asleep. Your eyelids growing heavy at some point tangled up in his body under the covers. Your face in the crook of his neck. His head resting on top of yours. Your bodies fit like puzzle pieces like they were meant to be connected in every way. 

It’s not until that morning when you wake up and find yourself in his arms, snuggled into his side, that the events of last night sink in. You pull away the tiniest bit. Merely enough to be able to get a look at him. The brown strands of his hair tousled and clinging to his forehead. The slope of his nose, his dark lashes fanned delicately against his skin, and the tiniest parting of his lips. He looks peaceful—almost angelic as he slumbers. 

You’re itching to sketch the image in front of you. 

You can’t stop yourself from reaching out to touch the strands at his forehead. It’s enough to have his eyes flutter open, their color brighter in the daylight. He gives you a lazy smile the instant he realizes last night wasn’t a dream and you really were here, nestled in his arms. 

No words were exchanged, but both of you were conscious of the line you had drawn last night. And yet, you both also knew that in time, that line would be crossed again and again. Until the line blurred into oblivion.

[whatever-lmaoo]

#“The sun began to lay on the precipice of the day, the light slowly fading out to make way for the dark of the night.” First sentence and I’m already in love with your writing 🙉💗

#“However, with the lack of staff due to the storm blocking most of the roads, he had to do it all himself.” Poor baby☹️ I’d give him a massage if I could 🥹

#“rivers of golden beams shining into his truck” Excuse me😮 *one thing you should know about me is I am a sucker for pretty lines, they make my heart feel so full, so this is my way of saying you ate this line up🙂‍↔️💅🏾*

#“Sunsets mean the end of the day, fresh starts and hope that tomorrow will bring us more peace than today. Remember that, Bear.” I’m gonna cry that is so sweet🥹☹️🤧

#“Your voice instantly calmed the mess in his mind, the stress that had wound his muscles tight. With a heavy sigh, Bucky let go of the toll the day had taken on him and instead focused on where the path ahead would lead him — you.” No but actually teach me your ways 🙇🏾‍♀️

#“The orange tones that tattooed your body almost gave you a vintage look” mollie pop just take my heart at this point😭💗, it belongs to you now🥹🌸

#“Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched.” Crying I love soft moments😭 I love love😭 I love their love😭

#“You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle.” I’m a goner😩

#“Like you even have to ask. Tell me about your day, Bear.” like why aren’t you doing it already?!?!?!?!?!

#“But Bucky needed to lose himself in your softness from time to time.” I love soft Bucky so much, like it’s your turn to be cuddled bubba🥹

#“Lemme hear your voice for a while, will ya?” I can only take so much sweetness 🤧

#“To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle.” Mollieeee can I get your autograph 😍

#“Before the whispers of slumber could steal him, though, Bucky smiled — drunken and free. “ i can’t believe I get to be in your presence 🙉

#“The last sensation that registered in his mind was the feeling of your lips pressed against his head and a last declaration of love. “Thank you for being the reason it does.” There’s no way we get to read this masterpiece for free?!?!?!?! You captured the softness of simplicity so well!! The details and your way with words made you feel like you were really experiencing this moment with Bucky!!!🥹💫🌸 The way you write is so pretty and fits you so perfectly!! Like if your writing was anything in the world it would be a sunset because it just feels so warm and familiar🥹🌸✨

A Balm To The Heart

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After a long day at the woodyard, Bucky finds peace in his best girl’s arms.

Warnings: Pure unfiltered fluff, like the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, Bucky’s POV, driving while sleepy (don’t do it!!), pet names, established relationship, oh and did I mention fluff?

Author’s Note: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier thank you so much my darling, you’re my rock 🧡 This is part of @elixirfromthestars cafe writing challenge!! Using the prompt 🍞 “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” My first ever challenge I’ve been apart of and I had the most fun with it!! Thank you, my sweet Mel! 🥰

The Love In The Woods Collection ❄️

The sun began to lay on the precipice of the day, the light slowly fading out to make way for the dark of the night. Bucky fought the tiredness claiming his eyes, tempting him to fall asleep at the wheel. If you knew he was driving in his state, you’d throw a fit. 

But he had to make it home to his baby. 

Exhaustion weighed Bucky down from a long day at the woodyard. Hauling timber all day to prepare the town for the harsh winter coming up was enough to make his old joints ache with pain. However, with the lack of staff due to the storm blocking most of the roads, he had to do it all himself. 

Bucky just wanted to sink into you. 

All day, he was tormented by the prettiest image of you snuggled into your shared bed, pouty lips and pleading eyes begging him to call in sick, to stay home with you. 

And even though his sanity was tested, Bucky regretfully declined. All the old folks needed wood to keep their homes heated in the cold season and his mind wouldn’t have settled knowing a full day would be lost to his own selfishness. 

Though as he drove back to his cabin, rivers of golden beams shining into his truck, Bucky wished he had taken your offer.  

Although, his sourness sweetened into a warm affection as he caught the glint of his wedding ring in the dying sunlight. 

You love sunsets, Bucky smiled to himself. He had to take you to the top of the mountains to watch another one soon.

He could imagine you at home, watching the remnants of the day with its beautiful colours reflecting into your eyes. 

Sunsets mean the end of the day, fresh starts and hope that tomorrow will bring us more peace than today. Remember that, Bear. 

Your voice instantly calmed the mess in his mind, the stress that had wound his muscles tight. With a heavy sigh, Bucky let go of the toll the day had taken on him and instead focused on where the path ahead would lead him — you. 

The truck grumbled to a stop in the driveway and Bucky didn’t bother stopping to grab his tools or his bags. The pink painted door called to him, called your name, his home. 

Throwing the door open, Bucky quickly shook off his coat and boots. His steps didn’t falter as he made his way to the bedroom. Not when he began peeling his clothes off one by one on the way. Not when emotion clogged up his eyes at the smell of your sweet scent lingering around the house. 

And there you were as he entered his bedroom. Once crafted by his bare hands as part of his first home after he left college, now his safe space in which he was lucky enough to share with his wife. His haven. 

It looked like you hadn’t moved from the morning. Still tangled in the sheets, your hair was messy from your tossing and turning, though your skin glowed beautifully in the golden sunlight that shimmered through the window. The orange tones that tattooed your body almost gave you a vintage look and the sight was enough to render Bucky speechless. 

Just like the day you showed up on his doorstep after years apart. 

Your smile was blinding as you looked up at him, tearing yourself away from your fantasy book he knew you loved so much and placing it on the nightstand. “Hey, baby. I missed you.” 

If that didn’t do things to Bucky’s heart. 

“Dolly,” he gasped, a slight whine to his voice. 

Instantly, because you’re so well in tune with him, your arms opened wide — an invitation to join you. “Come here, you big lug.” 

Bucky didn't waste another second. Clad in only his underwear, he all but jumped onto the bed, the pristinely crafted wood of the frame creaking from old age. 

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched. 

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle. 

“Can I lay my head on you?” Bucky asked quietly, relishing in the serenity you so easily provided him. 

You laughed, the sound mesmerising to his ears. “Like you even have to ask. Tell me about your day, Bear.” 

Needing no other permission, Bucky laid in your arms. Positioning his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your stomach and his legs intertwined with yours. He was so much bigger than you, comically so. But Bucky needed to lose himself in your softness from time to time. 

He groaned as the muscles in his joints finally had a chance to relax. “I would much rather hear about your day, sweetheart. Lemme hear your voice for a while, will ya?” 

Bucky looked up to find your cheeks tightened from the large, bashful smile on your face, one that he knew you had tried to smother but failed to do so. They were his favourite. 

You shook your head fondly and squeezed him before beginning to recall your day. It wasn’t filled with much — mostly with bathroom breaks when you could rip yourself out of bed, a trip to the home library down the hall to pick the next book of your series, and lastly an hour of baking. Even so, Bucky listened to you intently, his soul replenishing more with each activity you listed off. 

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle. 

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that. 

Bucky’s eyes began to grow heavy, the kind that he couldn’t fight any longer. You must have noticed from the loosening of his limbs and the sudden lightness to his body. “Are you sleepy, baby?” 

The rhythm of your heart soothed him as he murmured a lazy hum of agreement. 

“You can rest now, Bear.” Your soft voice sounded further away as sleep started to overtake him, like the prettiest lullaby he’d ever heard. “I’ve got you.” 

Before the whispers of slumber could steal him, though, Bucky smiled — drunken and free. “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.”

The giggle that vibrated from your body to his only made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky purred like a cat as you ran your nails through his hair and finally let himself go. 

The last sensation that registered in his mind was the feeling of your lips pressed against his head and a last declaration of love. “Thank you for being the reason it does.” 

[whatever-lmaoo]

Finally got around to it and you’ve done it again Ms.Navy😩

#”still gazing at you like you were the center of his world.” The way I would swoon so hard if the circumstances were different 😂 like don’t stare at me like that or we’re gonna have to tell everyone to leave the dining and kitchen area🤭🥵

#“He is. I’m not a bad cook, but I don’t cook as often as I'd like.” He can cook me a meal any time he wants🤭

#“We’ll have to make a pizza together,” he said, leaning forward as his eyes lit up. “I could even set up a projector on the balcony if you wanted to cuddle outside and watch a movie. Or we could do something indoors.” Stopppp because that’s all I want to do🥹 Imagine you’re rolling out the pizza dough and he comes up behind you, arms caging you between him and the counter. The warm undertones of his cologne mixing deliciously with the hints of fresh tomatoes and basil that linger in the air. His hands covering yours as he helps you and with every push of the rolling pin you feel the familiar firmness of his abs and his growing bulge digging into your lower back.

Let me stop before I get ahead of myself😂 I just want to live a domestic life with Bucky😩💖

#“Dance with me,” he stated once your plates were clear.” Pleaseeee lord send me a man that wants to slow dance with me in a candle lit room😩

#“I felt like I’d been asleep for a long time until you came along. You woke me up. Made me feel,” keep it up and I’m gonna fall for you in no time🤭

#“He chuckled and brought his lips to your ear.” Got me feelin all giddy🥰🥹

#“I want you for dessert, but I’m trying to be good,” real tempted to follow through with that offer🥵

#“…he buried his face in your neck.” The way I would’ve caved and said please🫢

#“I actually have plans. Maybe another time.” He definitely knows we lied🙉 nothing happens coincidentally when Bucky is involved 🥹

Hold You Tight: Part 4

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 3 | Series Masterlist | Part 5

Chapter Summary: You try to continue the date like "normal" after Bucky's promise.

Chapter Word Count: Almost 3.4k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, unease, tension, possessiveness, mental and emotional whiplash, reader is trying to stay calm, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . I no longer do taglists, so please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“You’ll be out of your apartment before the end of the month.”

The statement played on a morbid loop in your mind as Bucky pulled you up from your chair. The guard gave you two plenty of room to enter the penthouse again. You looked at him, trying to convey in your expression that you needed him to do something. Anything. The man gave you nothing in return. It was pointless to try. He worked for Bucky, not you. He wouldn't care.

“Did you mean what you just said? Your promise?” You asked as you followed Bucky to the dining room table. You wanted him to take it back, to tell you it was a joke. He couldn't make you leave your home by the end of the month. He had no right.

“I think you know the answer,” he said, pausing when you yanked your hand away and crossed your arms.

“And I think you have a lot of nerve,” you uttered as he pulled out your chair. “Where the hell do you get off? And how do you even plan to get me out of my home? It’s not like you own the building.”

You had no idea how deep Bucky’s pockets ran. There was a chance he could buy the building tomorrow or bribe someone into evicting you. Would he stoop that low?

“I adore you, Kotyonok, but I’m not going to tell you and ruin the surprise,” he smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat. “And you haven't seen me get off yet.”

You ignored his comment as you sat down and stared into the flame of the candlelight. The familiar scent of the meal drifting from the kitchen put you at ease for the most part, but your stomach turned. Would this really be where you'd spend your meals from now on? It didn't matter that the penthouse was beautiful. You had a home. Maybe it wasn't as nice as this, but it was still yours.

Did Bucky care about your distress at all?

You blinked when you saw your wine glass on the table. The guard had grabbed both of your glasses from the balcony. For a man of his size, he sure as hell moved quietly. “Thanks,” you whispered, taking another swig to help calm your flaring nerves.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“You know, I was so excited to have you in our home I don’t think I introduced the two of you,” Bucky said as the man stood tall. “This is Raymond, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you call him Ray since you’ll be seeing a lot of him.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Bucky said “our” again. Not “his”. You wanted to go back to bed and hide under your covers. “It’s nice to meet you. Is it okay if I call you Ray?” You asked, not wanting his boss to speak for him.

How and why did he work for him anyway?

His eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Bucky’s, but still had a touch of coldness. Though his expression did soften a fraction as he considered your question. “You may. And it’s nice to meet you, too,” he replied, nodding toward the kitchen before he stepped back.

The chef walked over seconds later with plates in hand, a large smile on his face. “Here we are. We have the…” You tuned him out as the dish was set in front of you, your eyes on Bucky across the table. He didn’t look at the chef either, your gazes locked in a silent battle. Your hand began to ache before you realized you were gripping the handle of your knife. You released it and looked away, but you caught his smirk anyway.

He won.

“Enjoy!” The chef finished, clasping his hands together.

Bucky shot him a look before he could walk away. “I’ll enjoy it once I know she does,” he said, his smile soft as he turned his attention back to you. “Dig in.”

A beat passed and all eyes were on you, waiting for you to have the first taste. It was unsettling to say the least as you blindly grabbed a piece of flatware to take a bite. You slowly chewed the food and wished you could've appreciated the additional flavors the chef added to make your favorite meal that much better, but being under the scrutiny of the entire room took away the delight.

“It’s delicious,” you announced, bringing another piece to your mouth. The chef’s audible sigh made it hard to swallow. What would Bucky have done if you didn’t like the food? “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Bucky added, still gazing at you like you were the center of his world. “Ray, would you show him out please?”

The chef didn’t have to be told twice as Ray wordlessly led him away.

You didn't miss the way Bucky's eyes followed your motions as you continued to eat. They told you he’d rather have you for the meal. That he’d reach under the table at any moment and part your thighs to gather the taste of you on his fingers. You firmly pulled your legs together.

“Are you not hungry?” You asked. He hadn't touched anything on his plate. Too busy staring at you. Why was he so fascinated with watching you do something as mundane as eating?

“I wanted to make sure you ate enough before I dug in,” he answered, finally taking a bite. He groaned as his eyes slipped shut, the sound making you press your legs even closer together. Being handsome didn't excuse a thing and you refused to let him get to you. “You're right. This is delicious.”

You averted your eyes when he ran his tongue over his lips. “Well, you hired him, so I imagine he's an amazing chef.”

“He is. I’m not a bad cook, but I don’t cook as often as I'd like.”

You nodded. Running a club likely kept him busy, but he could've used his free time cooking or doing something else instead of looking into your life. You ranted about that already though.

“Maybe we can have a day of the week where we make a meal together. We’ll take turns picking different meals to try, like pizza. We’ll have to make a pizza together,” he said, leaning forward as his eyes lit up. “I could even set up a projector on the balcony if you wanted to cuddle outside and watch a movie. Or we could do something indoors.”

“What if I don't want pizza? Or a movie night?” You asked, trying to gauge his reaction since you actually enjoyed pizza and movies.

“If that isn't what you're in the mood for, we can figure it out together,” he offered.

“Can we?” You asked, pushing a bit of the food around with your fork. “Or will you just make the decisions for me?”

You were speaking as if you planned to continue with his delusion. That you would actually have dinner dates and movie nights and cuddle. Things you always wanted with the right partner. The one you chose.

He twirled the knife in his hand before he pointed it at you. “I told you I don’t want to control you.”

“Yet you’re putting me in a cage.”

“You have a lot of freedom,” he retorted, taking another bite. “It’s not like I’m telling you to stop spending time with your friends or not have hobbies. I just want you close by. And about your job-”

Your eyes flashed. “If you’re about to tell me I have to quit, I will throw wine on you.”

“Thought you said it was too delicious to waste.”

“I’ll throw your glass on you and enjoy the rest of mine,” you said, warmth creeping up your neck when he chuckled. “Don’t laugh. I’m serious, Bucky. I’m not going to quit my job. I don’t care how much money you have. I love what I do.”

He laughed still, but held a hand up on surrender. “Kotyonok, I won’t make you quit your job. I know you love being a florist and I’m not about to take something away that makes you happy.”

You reigned your inner claws in. “So, I can keep working like normal? And why are you calling me Kotyonok? What happened to doll?”

“Doll, Kotyonok, you suit them both.” He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit like the king of his castle. “And you can.”

“Oh. Well. Thank you,” you said, wishing you didn’t feel the need to thank him when it shouldn’t be his decision to begin with.

The two of you ate in semi-comfortable silence after that. You wanted to trust that he wouldn’t mess with your job, but he was interfering in the rest of your life. Maybe it wasn’t a cage he had you in after all, but he did have you on a leash.

Either way, you were his pet.

“Dance with me,” he stated once your plates were clear.

“There’s no music,” you said before a soft melody began to play in the room. You glanced around and tried to find where the speakers were. Ray must’ve turned it on.

You allowed him to help you up from your seat to hold you close. You bit back a protest when he guided your hands to rest at the base of his neck. There was hardly any room between you as he rested his hands on your hips and helped you sway to the slow beat. It contrasted with how your heart raced and you had to close your eyes to escape his gaze.

“I felt like I’d been asleep for a long time until you came along. You woke me up. Made me feel,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “We’ll be happy together.”

His words had you catching your breath. He wasn’t the kind of predator who went right for the kill or the kind that merely stayed in the grass to bide his time. This was a cat and mouse of sorts. He caught and released you. The scary part was you didn’t know how long he’d hold onto you before he sank his teeth in or how long he’d let you run before he caught you again.

“I really want to kiss you,” he murmured, your heart thudding more as he rested a hand on your cheek.

“Not on the first date,” you said, hoping it sounded more like a tease than a complete refusal.

He chuckled and brought his lips to your ear. “What does our second date get me?”

You didn’t want to say the wrong thing, especially since he was playing along. But how long would you be able to fight off his want for you? “I guess we’ll play it by ear,” you answered.

“Making me work for it. I respect that,” he said, checking his watch as the song changed. “Speaking of being respectful, I should probably get you back to your place.”

As eager as you were to leave, you still asked, “No dessert?”

His heated eyes swept over you as he traced the diamond necklace with his finger. “I want you for dessert, but I’m trying to be good,” he replied, his voice husky as you held your breath. “I also made sure we’d have dessert to share in the car. Why don’t you go get your clutch and we can go?”

“Sure,” you said, taking one last look around the place as you went to get it. Bucky went to Ray and whispered something you couldn’t make out, but you went to the door instead of trying to eavesdrop. You didn’t want to know what the conversation was about. If it didn’t involve you, well, it wasn’t your business to begin with. And if it involved you, you were bound to find out anyway and you were too tired and mentally drained to deal with it.

A bath and more wine wouldn’t even help.

“I hope you like it,” Bucky smiled, holding up a small container as he joined you with Ray right behind him.

“Let me guess,” you said, taking the container from his hand. “It’s my favorite.”

“Of course,” he said, opening the door and putting an arm back around you.

You looked back when Ray didn’t follow you into the elevator, wishing he’d join you so you wouldn’t be alone with Bucky in there. You supposed it didn’t matter. Would he stop his boss if he tried anything or just look the other way?

It was surreal to leave the penthouse. You half expected him to go back on his word and not let you go. You glanced at him as the elevator went back down to the garage. Besides being a walking red flag, he was still a mystery.

“You said your mom would’ve loved me. Past tense,” you said, seeing his jaw clench. “Did something happen to her?”

He tightened his arm around you as the elevator stopped. “She’s gone and that’s a topic for another day,” he said, pausing to give you a tender smile. “But thank you for asking.”

The man had issues, but you hadn’t meant to touch on a sore topic. Why were you asking personal questions about him anyway? You weren’t his girl. He wasn’t going to be your guy. This wasn’t a fairytale. If it was, he would be the villain disguised as a king.

Bucky helped you back into the car, once again not waiting for the driver, and got in beside you. He barely had the door closed before you pulled you into his lap, the container almost falling from your hand as the other went to his chest. “Bucky, what are you-”

“I said you could sit in my lap after dinner,” he smirked, running a hand along your thigh. Your body went rigid as his hand trailed higher. “I won’t do anything except feed you.”

You stayed perfectly still as he moved his hand away and opened the container. He promised he wouldn't force anything tonight, but you didn't want to throw fuel on the fire by shifting and inadvertently teasing him. It would be fine. A short drive and you’d be back at your apartment.

“Open,” he ordered. You obeyed, your mouth opening up for him to place a piece of the dessert on your tongue. He swore under his breath as you closed your mouth to chew and his hand found its way back to your thigh. “Swallow it, Kotyonok.”

You were lucky you didn’t choke, the normally sweet treat sliding bitterly down your throat. He probably imagined saying those exact words to you in a very different sort of scenario. Feeling his hips move slightly beneath yours, he was likely imagining it right this second.

“Good girl,” he sighed, feeding you another piece before he buried his face in your neck. “I can't wait until you're really home.” His breath tickled your skin. “I won't have to say goodnight and watch you walk away. You’ll be beside me and fall asleep in my arms.”

“In your home,” you whispered, tilting your head to give you some space, but he followed.

“Our home,” he corrected you. “End of the month.”

Your chest ached, but you breathed evenly. You were almost home and could panic once you were alone. “It’s too soon. You understand that, right?”

“I went too long without having you by my side. You understand that, right?” He asked, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. “You went too long without me, too.”

It wasn’t fair that he was trying again to prey on your loneliness. “Bucky, you have to give me some leeway here.”

“We can figure it out together,” he said, the same thing he said during dinner. Dismissive. He thought he was going to get his way. And he would, wouldn't he?

“Well, we aren’t figuring that out tonight,” you said, pushing off his lap when the car came to a stop and fixing your dress since it rode up. “Good night.”

He stopped you from getting out. “I have to walk you to your door.”

“I’m not letting you in,” you warned. You needed your space.

“You do remember that I can get in your place without you opening the door for me, right?” He cupped your cheek again when your eyes rounded. “But I won’t do that tonight. I’m just making sure you get in safely.”

“That’s ironic coming from you,” you mumbled.

He chuckled and helped you out. Your building normally looked like a safe haven, but it was like there was a clock overhead counting down the moment until it was no longer yours. “I really do love how sweet you are, but I love your claws when they come out.”

“Careful. I just might scratch you.”

He groaned, leading you inside. “You know, you’re welcome to scratch up my back. Leave your mark on me and I’ll leave one on you.” He winked when you caught his eye. “And in you.”

He caught you when you stumbled. “Stop saying stuff like that, please,” you begged, straightening yourself out. You weren’t sure how much more you could take tonight.

“I can’t help myself,” he said, taking your phone from his pocket once you got to your door. “I had a really nice time tonight.”

His fingers touched yours as you took your phone back. “I had a nice time, too,” you said. Under normal circumstances, a romantic dinner and diamond necklace would’ve been a dream come true. “Good night, Bucky.”

He lingered as you unlocked your door. You turned to remind him that you weren’t inviting him, but you couldn’t speak when he leaned in. His lips brushed the corner of yours, all too gentle and intimate.

“Sweet dreams, Kotyonok.”

You ducked inside without another word and locked the door, listening for his footsteps. It took a moment, but you heard him walk away before you slid to the floor. It felt like you could finally breathe again since you were home and he wasn’t going to bother you again tonight.

Your heart sank though when you checked your phone and saw a message from Addison.

“Change of plans for tomorrow and I’m so sorry, but Brady somehow got us a reservation at The Terrace. Can you believe it?! Maybe we can hang out the day after?”

Tears burned your eyes. You were looking forward to seeing her. It would've been nice to pretend that everything was normal. Or maybe you would've told her at least something about your situation.

Your mind drifted to Bucky. The Terrace was one of the best restaurants around and usually booked a couple of months in advance minimum. Was it a coincidence that Brady somehow got them reservations on the day you were supposed to hang out with Addison or did your new suitor have something to do with it?

Speak of the devil, you received a new message from the man himself.

“Thank you again for the wonderful date. Are you free tomorrow night? I’d love to introduce you to some of my friends.”

Your eyes narrowed. The second you see that your plans are broken, he messages you? If you didn't think he meddled before, you certainly did now.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

He messaged back seconds later. “Yes, you do. I can have it sent over or have it ready for you here.”

You huffed out a laugh before a couple of tears fell. Meeting Bucky’s friends would be another step in his plan to make you his. If they didn’t like you, maybe they’d sway him into forgetting about you. It was wishful thinking. Because you knew in your heart that Bucky wasn’t going to let you go.

But if he was going to play, maybe you could find a way to throw him off his game.

“I actually have plans. Maybe another time.”

You didn't bother looking to see if read the message or if he responded. Your life was your own. Bucky would have to deal with it. But knowing how he handled things so far, he’d find a way to have you on his arm tomorrow night.

Yay to @targaryenvampireslayer for guessing who the guard is! And what's Bucky going to do since you declined meeting his friends? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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#“although he also might want to get that snoring checked out,” he should definitely get that checked out🤞🏾

#“Huh? Hey, honey. Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? You need something?” Awwww him worrying is so sweet🥹

#“Is it my snoring again? I’m so sorry.” your cuteness makes up for it bookie😍

#“you think you’re wearing Will out,” the thought alone has me in a chokehold 😩

#“Damn baby, you are all ready for this,” when are we not Mr.Miller🤭

#“his mouth ravages your neck and shoulder: kissing, licking, sucking, biting.” Id wear his marks with great pride🙂‍↔️💅🏾

#“He’s never had a pregnancy kink, but you may have awakened something.” About damn time😩 the amount of kinks this man has unleashed within me is too many to count, like when’s it gonna be my turn 🙉😮‍💨

#“the both of you touching the precious protective nest housing the life you both created and is currently growing in.” You ate this line up!!!!!😮🙉🌸

#“oddly wishing you weren’t pregnant so he can impregnate you all over again.” Willie Pooh we’ve got plenty of time to create more mini-me’s🥹

Girlie pop this was so good!!!🤩💖 I love the overall soft vibes and the love that you can feel through Will’s slow movements🥹 The writing was so amazing as well!!!🙂‍↔️💗

Husband Duties

A/N: For some reason this idea came to me last night while I had trouble falling asleep myself which is really out of the left field because I’ve never been pregnant nor am I trying. In fact, I don’t even know if I ever plan on having children. I think reading domestic!Will fics may have influenced this. I still haven’t come up with a title for this yet. I’m shit at it.

RATING: E (18+ONLY)

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Wife F!reader

Plot: Not being able to fall asleep, you wake your husband up to help with your situation.

Contains: pregnancy love making, mentions of pregnancy/breeding kink, To-Be-Daddy!Will (this is the literal kind of daddy!Will, not daddy dom!Will)

You’ve been tossing and turning and in and out of sleep since you’ve gotten into bed. You glance over at the clock. It reads 2:34am. You huff and roll over again for the billionth time tonight to face your husband who is snoring peacefully on his back. You feel guilty doing this because you know he sometimes doesn’t get quality sleep as he still gets nightmares from time to time although he also might want to get that snoring checked out, but you’re desperate.

“Hey, babe,” you say quietly while gently nudging him. All you did was make him snort. You try again.

“Will!” You nudge him a little harder.

He finally wakes up startled and turns over to you.

“Huh? Hey, honey. Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? You need something?” Will lifts his head off the pillow and spits out questions like fireballs while scanning your body. He’s been extra cautious and vigilant since you both found out about your pregnancy five months ago.

“I’m fine.” You chuckle.

“Is it my snoring again? I’m so sorry.” Will drops his head back onto his pillow and groans and rubs his face with his hands.

“No, Will. I can’t sleep,” you tell him while running your fingers through his short messy blonde hair.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Will covers his mouth and yawns.

“I’m… horny. Again.”

Ever since entering your second trimester, you’ve noticed a huge spike in your sex drive. The both of you have not had this much sex since the beginning of your marriage. It’s gotten to a point where, believe it or not, you think you’re wearing Will out, sometimes having sex multiple times a day, but Will is always up for it though.

“Of course you are,” Will flashes a lazy smile.

Will cups your face and his half open eyes soften as he looks at your face, the sliver of the moonlight highlighting your pregnancy glow. He leans in to kiss you. His hand reaches down between your legs under your short silky night gown and finds you already super wet. You moan into his mouth feeling his fingers brush against your sensitivity.

“Damn baby, you are all ready for this,” Will says with a sleepy, scratchy voice.

He instructs you to turn the other way and you roll over so your back is to him. With your growing belly, you’ve both had limited positions and have had fun exploring new ones and finding out which ones worked best.

You feel Will’s hard chest pressed against your back and his already semi-hard cock presses between your cheeks. You can sense him stroking himself to get to full mast as his mouth ravages your neck and shoulder: kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Each sensation revving up your already super charged up libido.

Will reaches under your night gown again and pulls your panties off of you, tossing it aside. Will then grips the back of your thigh and lifts it up slightly and then you feel him effortlessly slide into your swollen, dripping pussy. You sigh from relief. He starts slowly thrusting up into you.

His hand starts exploring your new ever changing body. Ever since your body started adjusting to accommodate the new life in your womb, your curves have gotten curvier and he absolutely loves it. Your hips are wider, your ass rounder, thighs thicker and your breasts are fuller. You’ve been a bit self-conscious about your growing body but Will has shown nothing but adoration for it and he always makes you feel so beautiful. Not just that, but you are no longer just his wife and best friend. You are also going to be the mother of his first child and he finds that incredibly sexy. He’s never had a pregnancy kink, but you may have awakened something.

He slowly runs the palm of his hand over your child-bearing hip, feeling the coolness of his wedding band on your hot skin, then behind you to caress your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then pushing himself into you to the hilt and stays that way buried inside you. You moan and push back, wanting Will to move, but he stills your hip with his hand.

“Shh, baby. I promise I’ll take care of you.” Will continues planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. His hand travels up to your ample bosom, slipping into the top of your low cut night gown and cupping your tender breast spilling out of his hand as his calloused thumb grazes over your nipple, causing your back to arch against him. You usually love when he pinches them but he knows you’re far too sensitive for that right now. He pulls his cock back out of you and swiftly thrusts himself back in, pumping in and out at a medium pace, careful not to hurt you.

“Will…” your breath hitches.

“Yes, baby, I know,” Will whispers into your ear.

“I need more,” you pant, pushing back to meet his rhythmic hips.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’m gonna give you more.” Will coos, his slim nose buried in your hair. His hips start snapping up, deeper, harder and faster. His hand is now on the curve of your round belly. You put your hand over his and entangle your fingers with his, the both of you touching the precious protective nest housing the life you both created and is currently growing in.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Will moans into your ear.

You throw your leg over his, spreading yourself so he has deeper access to your aching core. Will is now giving you long deep strokes while his fingers are rubbing your slick swollen clit. You feel yourself getting close as the familiar tingle in your groin starts forming. You can tell Will close too from his shallow breathing.

“I love you too, Will,” you reply as you concentrate on your orgasm.

You reach your hand back to touch his face and turn your head towards him. Will presses his forehead on your temple and whispers encouraging words into your ear.

“Come on, baby. I know you’re so close.”

Will continues a steady rhythm until you cry out and feel your legs shaking.

“There you go, baby.”

“Oh, fuck!” You scream out, feeling your most intense orgasm yet.

Will keeps pounding into you until you’re done but you feel another one hitting you.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, feeling tears spill from the corner of your eyes.

“Just let it all go, sweetheart.” Will kisses the apple of your cheek and brushes your tears away with his soft lips.

“I… I can’t,” you breathe out as another rolls right out of you.

“Yes you can, baby. I got you.” Will has not stopped or slowed down at all. He is holding back his own release to make sure he’s pulled every orgasm out of you.

“It’s too much, Will!” You push his hand away from between your legs.

Will gently grabs your chin and kisses you as he pumps into you a few more times and grunts as he finally spills his seed inside of you, oddly wishing you weren’t pregnant so he can impregnate you all over again.

He slowly pulls out of you and kisses your temple.

“You alright, honey?” Will asks you.

You nod with a beaming smile on your face as you catch your breath.

“I’ll be back.” Will plants another kiss on your forehead and then gets out of bed and disappears out of the bedroom.

After a few minutes he comes back and gently rolls you onto your back and pushes your night gown up to your waist, then spreading your legs a bit to swipe the warm damp towel between your legs to clean you up. He then goes to your lingerie drawer and grabs a fresh clean pair of panties for you and helps you put it on. He climbs back into bed and lays on his back with his arms wide open. You get comfortable by resting your hand and head on his chest and shoulder and casually throwing your leg across his thighs.

“Better now?” Will asks, glancing down at you and grazing his fingers up and down your spine.

“Yes. Thank you, babe.” You nod.

“Good night, honey.” Will gives you one last kiss on the top of your head before settling in.

“Good night, Will.” You smile, snuggling into your husband’s warm cozy chest before finally drifting off to sleep.

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STOP THIS WAS EVERYTHING I NEEDED!!!😍

I love the way you wrote this and the sexy elements you’ve added to lead up to this overall cute idea of this big scary man unknowingly walking around with a mostly innocent mark of affection on him🤭😉✨

Hear me out on Simon Ghost Riley getting stares from people, I mean that's normal for the man but even people he knows are shooting him a whistle and some are giggling at him, at the end of the day he checks a mirror to find a big red kiss mark on the forehead of his mask. Visible to all. Thoughts?

HEY so i love this and I just had to get a move on immediately because it just started to roam around my head at random intervals of the day .

Warnings: Suggestive if you squint, cursing

Prior to Simon going out to buy some groceries for the week he was at home with you, sitting on the couch, a casual sunday afternoon, you had both just finished the leftovers in the fridge. Cuddled up on the couch, the clock reading 6:00pm, the sun shining a golden light through the sheer curtains, you get up off the couch and walk to the room as Simon shouts

“Where ya off to?” from his comfortable spot in front of the TV

“Forgot I had a work dinner tonight! I have to leave in an hour! I should be home by 9 or 9:30” You yell down from the bathroom as you begin to brush out your hair.

You’re almost ready as you hear him get off the couch and slowly trudge up the stairs, his footsteps get closer and closer to the bathroom just as you finish slipping on your silky black dress, the one that clings to every curve of your body perfectly, the one thats elegant and simple, the one that drives Simon nuts.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you backwards despite your string of lighthearted pleas about how you just did your hair and how he’s gonna mess it up.

“Jus stay here tonight” he says as he rests his head in the nook of your neck before turning you to face him with ease, he sits the both of you down on the bed so you’re straddling him, your dress hiking up to your upper thighs, he drinks in the image of you before nipping at your neck, hearing your light giggles and scoffing at your faulty attempts to push him away.

“You know you wanna”

“Si’ you know good and well I have to go- and shit I have to go now” You say trying to get up, but he just pulls you closer, putting those big ass muscles to use

“Hey while I’m out and before the store closes, can you grab some milk and a carton of eggs? ran out this morning” You can almost hear his eyes roll, he was trying to seduce you into staying and you had to go all housewife on him.

“alright fine, gimme one more kiss babydoll.” He says grabbing at your ass attempting to lift your dress one more time, before you check your watch once more and quickly stand up, he grabs his mask and his keys and walks you out to your car, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and plant a big fat kiss to his masked forehead. Watching him get into the car with a devilish smirk planted on your face, you start your car and drive off.

Simon walks into the grocery store, his big baggy cargos, chunky black combat boots, with scratches and a worn down look to them, his mask is covering the majority of his face, besides his eyes of course. He walks around without a care in the world, he’s used to getting stared at in public, he’s quite a large man, and his battle scars seem to draw loads of attention, but he’s getting more stares than usual, and more…snickers? He’s not too sure why people are giggling and whistling instead of covering their children’s eyes today he furrows his brows, checks out and gets in his truck, heading back to the house.

He puts everything away in the fridge and goes into the downstairs bathroom, low and behold he walks right past his mirror and slowly inches back only to see a bright red lipstick mark on his mask. He sucks his teeth and mumbles to himself before taking his phone out and sending you a text

“Think yer so funny huh sweet’art?”

He debates sending more but he refrains, he sets his mask out on the table and waits up for you on the couch, when you walk in the door and kick your shoes off, all he does is give you a sly look, watching your gaze switch from the mask to his face, his grin got bigger and bigger.

“anything you gotta say luvie?”

“did you get what I asked you to get from the market?” you say with a smile cracking at your lips

“yer just full of fuckin’ jokes tonight yeah” he says before picking you up by the legs and roughly kissing you ripping off that sexy black dress that he will now have to replace, but its worth it.

hope you guys enjoyed!! reblogs appreciated as well as sending in some ideas !! ❤️

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Y’all we’re getting close to the end and I am not ready😭😭😭

Breathe | Series Masterlist

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Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Series Summary: After the Publix incident and breakup with his fiancé, Will begins to find peace and healing when he least expected it, but navigating falling in love again while living with PTSD doesn't come without its hurdles. Can building trust and a healthy relationship prove to outweigh all the demons he faces and finally allow Will to live the life he never thought he deserved?

Series Warnings: Rated E, 18+ only. Swearing. Various sexual activities. Traumas associated with PTSD (violence, nightmares). Please see each individual chapter for detailed warnings.

Part 1 - You've seen Will at the gym many times before, and he you, and today you finally share a moment, discovering your assumptions about him are right.

Part 2 - Will's dreaded grocery run turns out better than expected, and things dial up a notch when he invites you to watch Benny's fight later that night.

Part 3 - You're back at the gym attempting to distract yourself from thinking of Will, your conversation from the night before weighing on your mind, but it turns out Captain Miller has even less restraint when it comes to you than he thought he did.

Part 4 - You stay for an eventful night with Will, helping him through an anxiety attack brought on by a nightmare, all while learning more about each other and taking advantage of his amplified energy and restlessness.

Part 5 - More days of bliss continue for you and Will, including a proper date where lustful feelings are balanced with hesitations, and another nightmare brings things crashing down.

Part 6 - Will starts to distance himself from you to the point of being unable to mend things and tension rises between the Miller brothers over his actions.

Part 7 - Unanswered questions amp up every emotion that time does nothing to lessen, and so much uncertainty raises the concern if everything will turn out okay or if moving on is the only answer.

Part 8 - You and Will finally discuss how to navigate your relationship, and after establishing a comfortable rhythm again, something causes a disruption to test you once more.

Part 9 - Will's feelings come to light in the aftermath of your run-in with Cam, and after more rifts between the two Miller brothers, your relationship progresses to the next step.

Part 10 - Comfortable domestication sets into your routines after Will officially moves in with you, and a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home from the gym earns Will another reputation at Publix.

Part 11 - Will does something he never thought he would again, and after someone from his recent past seeks him out, things fall into place and call for celebration.

Part 12

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#“groaning as you tell him” he ain’t groanin at me😂

#“you know you shouldn’t complain right now” yah we probably shouldn’t but where’s the fun in that😩

#“Guess you need a reminder who is in charge here and that you shouldn’t talk to me like that, babydoll,” I think I need more than a reminder but that’s a great start😍

#“He then grasps your hands, tying them together with his belt.” now we’re talkin🥵

#“How does it sound?” Like the greatest thing you’ve ever said 😵

#“you’re going to get some pizza and enjoy the rest of the evening in front of the television, cuddled up before he will love and fuck you all night.” I need this like right now🥹😩💖

You did amazing with this girlie!!

HELLO BEAUTIFUL!!!

Tis’ I, again. 🤭🤭🤭

Imagine Firefighter!Bucky comes home after a long day and just wanted to get some rest, but you chastise him for forgetting to buy milk.

And he slightly gets rough and pushes you against the wall, before saying a few things that make your knees buckle. Then he picks you up and then proceed to lay you on the bed, but before he continues further.

He unbuckles his belt and garbs your wrists. Using the belt, he ties your delicate wrists to the headboard🤭🤭🤭

Alright that’s it!!!

See ya babes 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Sorry this was sooo long in my drafts. Like the other requests too… and the frat boy Bucky request I wrote it a bit different and it’s called “Distance isn’t the solution”. And since this was so long in my requests I thought I will turn it into a Drabble now.

Milk | B.B

Your boyfriend comes home after a hard shift, but he forget the milk. Luckily he has a perfect replacement for it.

Pairing -> Firefighter!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount -> 566 Words

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Firefighter!Bucky, mention of sex, mention of cum, hands being tied with a belt

Authors Note -> This is for @lanabuckybarnes, because you’re such a good girl, BBG.😏😂

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Bucky comes home from work, exhausted from it — the shift wasn’t too nice today and he just wants to rest, but unfortunately he forgot something.

“Bucky… you wanted to bring milk,” you say, standing in the door and watching your boyfriend, who just sat down on the couch, groaning as you tell him. “Don’t groan! I told you we needed some milk and you said you would buy it after work.”

He turns his head, his ocean blue eyes darken slightly and you know you shouldn’t complain right now. Grumpy Bucky isn’t someone to joke with, but you’re too deep in your own anger to even notice his grumpy hum and the way his fists clench.

“‘m sorry, oke? I will get some tomorrow,” he mumbles, leaning back. He sees you shaking your head, before taking another step closer to him.

“Good. Then tell me, what else do we have for dinner? Because of what I had planned, we need milk!” You say, your eyes rolling as he groans once again. “Yeah, groaning still works, great!”

As you say that, something snaps inside of Bucky and he immediately gets up, needing one step to be in front of you. His big hands find their place at your waist as he presses you against the wall. You inhale deeply, hands flying to his neck to find some hold while he smirks at you.

“Guess you need a reminder who is in charge here and that you shouldn’t talk to me like that, babydoll,” he almost moans into your ear, causing your legs to tremble. “Look at ya, it only needs those few words for you to get on your knees for me?”

You whimper, your fingers digging into his back. “B-Bucky, please,” you whine, arching your back to press yourself more against your boyfriend. You can feel his big bulge in his pants.

“How about that…” he says, letting go of your waist. With a smooth move, he unbuckles his belt and holds it in his hands. He then grasps your hands, tying them together with his belt. Now he can effortlessly push them above your head against the wall. “I make it up to you for forgetting the milk, and then you’re going to get your milk.”

“A-are you going shopping t-then?” You ask, staring into his eyes, lower to his lips as his tongue pokes out and wets his lips. Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. He moves his head closer to your ear, his warm breath on your soft skin causing you to shiver.

“Mhm, no, babydoll. You know I have some you love so much. You know, you just need to work for it a bit, and then you have what you want. How does it sound?” Food long forgotten you nod. Bucky grins, kissing your earlobe down to your neck before picking you up to carry you into your shared bedroom.

He knows that you didn’t mean to act like you did, just as he didn’t want to sound so annoyed. You both know that you only got into that discussion because you both had an emotionally exhausting day — but luckily Bucky knows exactly how to calm the two of you down. And later, you’re going to get some pizza and enjoy the rest of the evening in front of the television, cuddled up before he will love and fuck you all night.

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#“you’re still that summer rose that claimed the young heart of the crown prince of SAMCRO” that’s actually so cute🥹

#“The way the light in him had died when you left town.” I’m sorry jaxie pooh😕

#“Where you had first fallen in love lost in the rosy throes of youth.” Excuse me🙉 too good🤌🏾

#“Some part of you had tasted every tear he shed and felt the rhythm of his breathing. The deepest part of you had always known no matter how far you had flown from Charming. Living only for the memory of what you left behind when you had run away from here that haunted morning.” What’s your secret??? bc I just started and your writing already has my heart🙉🥹🌸

#“Climb the stairs and every rise feels like a mile. Coming home is fucking hard. Your home has always been his heart, even more so in all the years you spent apart. “ with the utmost affection, JAIL TIME🙉 I feel like it should be illegal to come up with so many amazing lines and comparisons 😭💗

#“Spun of sun-gold, from his hair down to his soul.” If you’ve been here long enough, you already know why this is here🥹✨

#“The break of heaven in those baby blues, each time he looked at you.” GIRL😮 I’m ashamed to have not come across your fics sooner🙇🏾‍♀️❤️‍🔥

#“Read the truth all across his face. Changed in a thousand ways... but this is just the same.” Born to be a poet I swear🙉

#“He doesn’t need to; in the hollow of his heart your name is carved into the walls. Into the dark the only thing he ever calls.” I swear more than half of this reblog is just gonna be me being astonished at how amazing your writing is🤩(that probably didn’t make sense but you get my point🥹)

#“Eleven years since love was made upon this roof, first whispered in the bloom of youth. The silence still carries the same unchanging truth.  I love you.” Omg stop😭 this is gonna be so redundant but I have no thoughts because it’s just so good😭🌸

#“Here today. Nothing to say. His ring-clad fingers on your cheek. The love he doesn’t need to speak. The love so strong it makes you weak. Sooner see all the fire burn out of the Redwood sun above you, than see this love run its course. He kisses you with fragile force.” OMG I KNEW IT!!! LITERAL POET!!!!

#“He tastes of everything he did before. He tastes of so much fucking more.” My heart actually can’t handle this🥹🤧

#“And broken everything I’ve touched since you’ve been gone.” Don’t make me cry😭

Wait because i can’t just copy and paste this whole fic😭(I totally would tho🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾) so let’s talk about🥂 I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like this before🙉 the way you mix descriptive writing with poetry is something i didn’t know I needed🙉 if this were a book i promise almost every line would be highlighted!!! I love the passion and hurt that Jax put into their intimate moment and how so much was said through their bodies and overall connection that still exists between them even with the 11 years of no contact🥹🥺💖 literary genius I swear!!!!

Kutte to Black

A/N: So here’s an angsty fluffy smutty fic about you being the love of Jax Teller’s life (reimagined in the place of Tara) – you two were high school sweethearts and reunite years later. This fic is a sequel to Kutte and Gown but can also be read as a standalone! ✨

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty angst

Word Count: ~2.3k

The Sons of Anarchy just froze.

They look as though they’ve seen a ghost. You haven’t set foot in this room, or in this godforsaken town you once called home, since you ran off eleven years ago. Haven’t returned since that door closed. By now you thought they all forgot—but clearly not—you’re still that summer rose that claimed the young heart of the crown prince of SAMCRO. No love since yours ever came close. And everybody knows.

You don’t, though.

You don’t know shit. How much damage the lost hope of your love went off and did. The way the light in him had died when you left town.

“H-hey, is Jax around?”

You can just barely bring yourself to ask the club. They’re all shook up. Their badass biker hearts have stopped. So you of course assume the worst; reckon your presence here is unwelcome and cursed. One of them gestures toward the rooftop.

God. The roof. Where you had first fallen in love lost in the rosy throes of youth. Of course that’s where he is right now. Some part of you had known somehow.

Some part of you knows everything. Some part of you had tasted every tear he shed and felt the rhythm of his breathing. The deepest part of you had always known no matter how far you had flown from Charming. Living only for the memory of what you left behind when you had run away from here that haunted morning.

Thank the Sons with a stunted smile. Climb the stairs and every rise feels like a mile. Coming home is fucking hard. Your home has always been his heart, even more so in all the years you spent apart. Tried to deny it for a while. Truth cuts deeper in denial.

You remember him the way he was back then. Remember every inch of Jackson. Spun of sun-gold, from his hair down to his soul. The smell of worn leather and smoke, that made you feel at home and whole. The truth in every word he spoke. The inky black of his tattoos. The break of heaven in those baby blues, each time he looked at you.

You wonder how much he has changed in all this time. How deep he’s fallen in this life of sin and crime. Can’t help but feel that on some level you’re to blame.

Wonder until you reach the roof and meet his gaze. Read the truth all across his face. Changed in a thousand ways… but this is just the same.

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