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barnesafterglow · 11 months
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uncontrollable
summary: the rising tension with bucky comes to a head
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: literally all smut no plot (minors dni) [oral (f receiving), unprotected sex]
a/n: um hey
main masterlist | @theafterglowlibrary
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Grunts filled the air, even through the music of your headphones, and you turned the volume up louder. Two minutes left in your plank, then you would reward yourself with a peek. Your arms shook as the time counted down, and you finally collapsed on your stomach, panting at the exertion.
Forcing yourself up on your knees, you granted yourself the pleasure of looking towards the other side of the gym. At the only other person there.
The sight you were greeted with was glorious: your neighbor, Bucky, working out, sweat staining his grey t-shirt and the rippling muscles of his back. He must have sensed your stare, because his eyes met yours in the floor to ceiling mirror, a small smirk playing on his lips. You quickly averted your eyes, picking yourself up and making your way to the small counter on the other side of the room.
You made a point to turn your back towards him, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and indulging in the cool feel of it sliding down your throat.
The two of you had been playing at this game for weeks now. Your schedules seemed to line up to where you were the only people in the apartment’s private gym at the late hour; you circled each other, sweaty and ridiculous, and the tension had been slowly mounting.
You were dragged from your thoughts as a pair of hands gripped your waist, and instinctively you brought your elbow back into Bucky’s abdomen.
Ripping your headphones from your ears, you spun around to see him half bent over, laughing between wheezes.
“What the fuck, Barnes,” you hissed. “Don’t just sneak up on me like that.”
“If you didn’t have your music turned up so damn loud, you would have heard me calling your name. And walking over here. And then snapping my fingers to try to get your attention.” He finally stood upright, still rubbing his stomach from your hit. “This was just a last resort.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the counter.
“Well? Did you need something?”
“I was just going to tell you that your planks looked good today. Who knew it was such an offense to compliment a lady.”
“I pay an exorbitant amount of money here to not get solicited at the gym, Barnes.”
He threw his head back laughing, and your eyes followed the line of sweat that trailed down his throat. You snapped back to reality when he held up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough.”
It was then you realized how close he was, practically enough to have you pressed against the counter, and your breath hitched.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The faux concern in his voice had your gut turning. “You seem a little flushed.”
“I just finished a workout, asshole,” you retorted, even though you both knew the heat rising to your cheeks was from anything but that.
His arms came around to cage you against the counter, his nose skimming your temple as he whispered, “When are we finally going to stop dancing around this?”
“Right now,” you whispered back before crashing your mouth to his.
He responded immediately, hands gripping your waist and setting you on the counter, and your legs automatically wrapped around him. You could already feel the hardness there as he pushed against you. Your hands gripped his hair, angling his head so he pressed kisses to your neck, moving down your chest to where your sports bra stopped him in his tracks. He pulled away long enough to discard the material before his mouth was back on you, mouthing at the swell of your breasts then taking a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck, Bucky. Just like that.” He hummed his agreement and the sensation shot through you, making your legs tighten around him. He moved to your other nipple, hands busy as they tugged on the waistband of your leggings, but you stopped him, pushing his head back. The confusion and longing on his face might have been cute if you weren’t so desperate to strip him down. You pushed up his shirt until he got the hint, dropping it to the floor, and holy fuck.
Abs upon abs upon abs. You didn’t think you had ever seen anybody so ripped before, and your hands automatically went to touch him, to get his pants off and get another peek, but he stopped you, tsking at your desperation.
“Let me have my fun first, sweetheart.”
With that, he dropped to his knees, finally reaching his goal of getting your pants off, and groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. Not wasting a second, he spread your legs, propping one up on the counter so you were bared to him, and placed teasing kisses along each thigh, alternating until he was so close to your core you could feel the puffs of breath coming from him.
You had a smartass retort on the tip of your tongue when he finally gave you what you wanted, latching his mouth on your clit and sucking until you threw your head back. You bit your lip to keep your moans contained, panting through your nose, as he continued his assault on your core. Each stroke of his tongue was a symphony of sensation and you knew you wouldn’t last long if he kept it up. That didn’t seem to matter to Bucky, though, because as he slipped two fingers into you, stars exploded behind your eyes and your entire body clenched, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
He let you ride out your orgasm in his tongue and fingers, and didn’t pull away until you finally stopped twitching. Coming back to your senses, you hauled him up to your mouth again, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips.
Without any resistance from him, you pushed his sweatpants and underwear down to his knees, pulling him close enough that his length brushed against your still sensitive core. You moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrust his hips, his cock brushing against your clit with every movement, until he finally slid into you.
This time, there was no stopping the noises that came from you. As he slid home, he brushed that sweet spot that had you rolling your eyes back, and each thrust hit it again and again until you were clenching around him.
You were determined to hold out, but your orgasm overtook you once his hand reached between your bodies to rub your clit, and he prolonged it by continuing his assault on your bud, until he finally spilled into you.
The two of you stayed like that, bodies connected, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, until he finally pulled away, reaching for a towel that lay on the counter and crouched down to clean you up.
“Such a gentleman,” you quipped, though your voice was still shaking. “All this and you couldn’t even take me to dinner first.”
“Does take-out on your couch not count as dinner?” he responded, and you both laughed. “Seriously, though, let me take you out.”
The air turned serious as you both pulled your clothes on, not looking at each other. Finally, once you felt less bare, your eyes met his.
“You mean this wasn’t just a release of tension?” This time you kept your voice steady. “You really want to take me on a date?”
“Hell yes,” he responded, before pulling you in for another kiss.
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turtleplushi · 9 months
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I still really like Frog Wild. I think it's a neat episode.
But what if Meta Knight
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theragethatisdesire · 7 months
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hello!! 🥰 could i please get #359??
i literally do not care who it's with, i trust you to give us a tasty meal 😫 go nuts bb
hiiiii tiff <3 so i'm gonna modify this one a bit to be more in line with my personal writing style but like....why is this screaming gojo to me...and to think i'm so afraid of writing him but i think it's unavoidable here ...
359. "So desperate for it, aren't you? If you want it so bad, you'd better take it then."
nsfw under the cut per usual
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Gojo Satoru is the Strongest.
This is a sometimes annoying, sometimes relieving, always indisputable fact, one which he never tires of reminding you. Usually when he says it, it's in reference to curses or cursed energy. On occasion, he's referencing a drunken arm-wrestling competition or a punching-bag-machine you stumbled across in a bar that he couldn't resist winning just for the hell of it, he's an asshole like that.
When you're the girlfriend of the Strongest, it's easy to feel lesser than. Sharing a bed and a goodnight kiss every night with the closest human equivalent to a god can be taxing on the insecure little part of your brain.
Satoru does what he can to alleviate the toll his teasing and status take on you, from showering you with compliments to being as much of a sweetheart as he is a menace (and that's saying something). But when you're behind the closed doors of your bedroom, spread out before him and panting, Satoru loves to remind just how unequal the playing ground you're both on is.
"So messy," Satoru hums, dragging two long fingers through the slick folds between your legs. He loves having you like this, bare before him with your legs spread while he stays fully clothed, chastising you.
"Satoru," you beg, canting your hips up towards him, seeking the touch that he's suddenly become so stingy with.
"Watch it," Satoru snaps, eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses, "thought you were going to be good, what happened to that?"
"I-I'm tryin'," you whimper, curling in on yourself in the face of his disdain. Satoru loves when you misbehave, you know that realistically, but here, in the heat of the moment, the threat of his ever-creative punishments has you squirming.
"Could have fooled me," Satoru says with a disappointed tut, pulling you to your feet and sitting on the edge of the bed. You stand between his legs, watching him curiously, until he pats his thigh, a criminally smooth smile gracing his face.
"Sit?" You go to sit across his legs, but Satoru all but shoves you back to your feet, frowning.
"Sit," Satoru says with a note of implication, gesturing to his muscled thigh again. You catch his meaning, frowning.
"But your pants-"
"But nothing. If you want it so bad, you'd better take it while you have the chance. You know how moody I can be," Satoru lowers his glasses to smirk at you, menacing and cruel.
You straddle his thigh without another thought, the threat behind his words ringing in your ear. The friction from the rough fabric of his slacks is an instant relief against your pulsing core; you shudder as soon as your hot, sticky cunt makes contact with the cool cloth. You tentatively roll your hips once, twice, a broken moan falling out of you.
"There you go," Satoru says, saccharinely sweet, "that better?"
"A- a little," you admit, eyes rolling back in your head as you begin to grind down onto him harder, already having been teased to the point of breaking.
It's shameful, really, how wantonly you moan for him, how quickly you manage to stain his pants, how harshly your fingernails are digging into his shoulders. Satoru watches you, the faintest hint of amusement on his face, and if you were just a tad less fucked out, you would consider smacking him.
But not now, no. Not when you're so close to the release you've been aching for for the last hour, not when your thighs are beginning to shake with the effort of getting yourself off, not when Satoru lands a harsh hand on your hip, dragging you against him harder.
"Sa-Satoru!" you gasp, choking on the syllables of his name, "please, please-"
"So desperate for it, aren't you?" Satoru chuckles, pinching your cheek. "I've barely even touched you pet, how are you this needy already?"
"P-please, I just- so close," you whine, recognizing all too well the chiding tone, the easy cockiness that suits him so well. He's already made himself busy edging you all night, surely he won't-
"Aw," Satoru pouts at your cry of frustration, "something wrong?"
You fruitlessly roll your hips against the cold, unyielding barrier of Satoru's infinity, unreal and unsatisfying beneath your needy cunt. You glare at him through hooded eyes, chest still heaving.
"You're so-"
"Mean? Is that really what you want to call me right now?" The amused sparkle behind Satoru's glasses glimmers out into a look of cold cruelty.
"No, I-"
"Think I'm not going to make you cum?" Satoru tosses you off onto your back, hovering over you with something dangerous and dark playing on his face. "What, are you going to tell me I can't play with my little pet anymore? Can't take it?"
"No," you feel your bottom lip tremble.
"Am I too much for you? If you can't take my games, baby, I don't know how you're going to take everything else I want to give you."
"No, I can- I can take it," you grab at his shirt desperately, eyes shining, "I need it- please, Satoru."
"Sh sh sh," Satoru shushes you, pinching at your cheek, "pathetic little thing, aren't you? So needy for me."
"Mhm," you hum, canting your hips up towards the thigh he slots between your legs, "I just need you, please, Satoru-"
"That's right," Satoru smiles down at you, a tender thumb rubbing over your lips, "just me, right? I'm the only one that can get you this fucked out."
"Just you," you whimper pitifully, trying to roll your hips up into him to no avail.
"That's what I like to hear," Satoru hisses, the first break in his composure all night, "all for me."
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spiteless-xo · 1 year
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╰┈➤ the boys at school. [completed] ⋙ You start to get back out into the dating world and find yourself overwhelmed with options. Not only does Porco Galliard, the star player of the school's hockey team want to get in your pants, but Jean Kirstein, the Captain of the rival team seems to be in love with you, AND Zeke Jaeger, your ex-boyfriend wants to get back together! How will figure out who really cares for you and who's taking advantage of you without self-sabotaging?
ft. jean/reader, porco/reader, zeke/reader cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, fem!reader, smut, alternate universe - college/university, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, phone sex, dubious consent, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, multiple sex positions, cum swallowing, blow jobs, cumplay, creampie, mention of canonical character death, manipulative/borderline abusive relationship, cheating, porn with plot, mild hurt/comfort, dirty talk, power imbalance, no use of y/n, second person POV an. all of these links will take you to their AO3 page. there are content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. zeke is a manipulative/borderline abuse mf-er in this fic so please be wary of that before reading
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“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?” he asks. The two of you sit next to each other on the cold metal of the bench, but he grabs your legs and swings them up onto his lap.
You allow yourself to cuddle a little closer to him, pressing your face into his chest. You can definitely tell you’re drunk by the way you’re falling into his arms, desperate for him to hold you after all of those teasing touches at the pub. “No, I have to get home,” you say, although it pains you.
He starts to rub small circles on your back with one hand while he rubs up and down the length of your leg with the other. “It’s cold out here,” he says. You look up at him with a hazy head, meeting his still bright and intense golden eyes with your own.
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01. Meeting the Warriors
Your roommate is childhood friends with a few of the players on the school's hockey team, so she invites you to go to a party with her after the game.
02. Waiting for the Bus
You go for drinks at the school pub after studying in the library with some friends and Porco walks you to the bus stop.
03. Your Ex-Boyfriend
You run into your ex-boyfriend after class and he takes you out on a date. Your roommate isn't pleased with your budding relationship with Porco.
04. Meeting the Scouts
After another hockey game, you go to the after-party and meet a few players on the rival team and Porco gets jealous.
05. Alone with Porco (e)
Porco helps relieve some of the sexual tension.
06. Helping Zeke (e)
Zeke asks for your opinion on his new lesson plan and you succumb to old habits.
07. First Date
Jean takes you out for coffee.
08. Facetiming Porco (e)
Porco calls you late at night.
09. Zeke's Office (e)
Zeke finds out you've been hooking up with other guys and decides to punish you.
10. Cooking with Jean (e)
Jean comes over to make lunch but the two of you get... distracted.
11. Halloween with Porco (e)
Porco convinces you to come home with him before you make things official with Jean
12. Marcel
Annie opens up about some trauma.
13. Warriors vs. Scouts
Jean and Porco face each other on the ice and your secret comes out.
14. Friends without Benefits
Annie confronts Zeke and Porco opens up about some trauma.
15. Movie Night
Jean visits you at school and Porco comes over to watch movies.
16. Porco Galliard (e)
You reflect on your relationships with the boys from school and Porco has some feelings.
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veveisveryuncool · 5 months
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starving artist episode was a banger i need 20 more
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kirbytober day 20: castle/fav episode
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zaphiyy207 · 5 months
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Essence of Dreams
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Summary:
In which Meta Knight tried to solve FNAF lore in one day, ft. Kirby trying to explain his source. (Not clickbait) Spoilers, the theory went unfinished
(It's almost 2 months since chapter 2, I am in shambles. Next update will be much later but I promise it'll be lengthier.)
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cali-kabi · 10 months
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~ Chapter 1: Galacta Knight’s Arrival to Popstar pages 26-34✨💫
~ >PREVIOUS PAGE✨ ~ <NEXT CHAPTER💫 here are the last pages of Chapter 1 :D✨I had so much fun with the backgrounds in this and the shading as well. <3💜💫Meta Knight explains to Galacta about why he keeps his wings hidden, and asks if he can hold one of Galacta’s heart spears his response was NO!💢xD he asks how they work with Kirby but he acts like he doesn’t know a thing cuz he doesn’t want Meta interested into those.. Oh and my past design of Falspar he has green eyes because he’s wearing a different mask and wears sharper metal gloves. Chapter 2 pages will be uploaded sometime later this month, I’m gonna work on some other art and some anniversary art for a friend of mine <3💙and I’m still in the progress of writing Chapter 3 (writing of 2 is done though) I’ve just got some writers block ;w; anyways I hope y’all like this ^^💖💕
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smileysvech · 19 days
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hi lovely!! i hope you’re having a beautiful saturday. do you happen to have any fic recs for sway? thank youuu xx
ps— i gotta say this is all your fault 🫣
hi I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend too!
most of these are shorter blurbs but still great reads!
welcome home, baby by @barzysunflower (smut, so 18+)
mama bear by @cellythefloshie (smut, so 18+)
I can’t imagine being anywhere else by @senditcolton
long time coming by @sc0tters
honestly there aren’t a ton of sway fics out there which is what led me to writing these headcanons about him in the first place lol so if anyone else has some recs i’d love to check them out!
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guys remember when I said I was finally going to start reading SVSSS? Well I did and I finished and now the post novel blues are making me wanna cry! I can't even begin to put into words how much I love Luo Binghe as a character. Not only did he immediately invoke these feelings of nurturing in me but also the NEED to love and protect him at all cost!!! I get the hype now!!! I GET IT!!!
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WIP Wednesday (Thursday AM)
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I was a bit migraine-y today and fell asleep with the baby. And now I am awake, and having a bit of what I call the post-migraine flurry of productiveness that will lead to me going back to sleep at 5-6am, getting up an hour later for work and having a completely unproductive day!
Thank you for the tags @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sparklepocalypse @onthewaytosomewhere @piratefalls @firenati0n @tailsbeth-writes and @orchidscript.
Here's my very delayed WIP Wednesday, posted on Thursday morning (per tradition). TBH I haven't been feeling good about my writing lately, or a lot of things because the brain is a bastard.
Another snippet from my latest WIP, which is a shameless bodice-ripper: Horny Housewife Henry (feat. mpreg, obtuse and willfully dumb characters making historically poor choices). Still untitled, still vaguely historical in feeling. I'm trying something new, okay? Or semi-new.
There are many signifiers of Henry’s nobility and his importance, aside from his speech and his pale, elegant countenance. He is wearing a riding habit in a rich green colour, and while it’s plain for his errand in the rocky, boggy moor, relative to the more restrictive fashion he would wear in court, it marks him  as the possession of a man of great wealth and importance.  The storm in the man’s clever eyes tells Henry that he is well-aware of the danger and foolishness in engaging with him in such a forward, affectionate and fervent manner, and that he knows these are warning signs he should heed. Henry feels the anticipatory sting of rejection, building into a visceral feeling of desperate suffocation, invisible hands constricting his throat, the weight of his circumscribed life crashing into him like a great wave.  The man gives Henry his daring answer by taking his face in his hands, pressing his mouth to Henry’s in an unexpected but much desired kiss. Henry’s mouth, already slightly agape, opens further to let in his lover’s questing tongue. Henry rises to the tips of his toes as his arms loop around the man’s shoulder, as he hungrily returns the searing kiss. The man breathes air directly into Henry’s lungs, and Henry feelsy as though he has ascended to heaven, while never more feeling so alive. 
Not tagging anyone, because it is VERY LATE.
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spicycheeser · 8 months
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Wedding fic & interrupted confession of love + Kara/Lena
From this post
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It starts, stereotypically: “I object! “
Less stereotypically, it's expected. To everybody, except the person who states it, and the person that it’s stated to.
Lena stands there, amongst the pews of sitting guests, face reddening, for a for 90 seconds. At which point, she promptly runs from the church.
She leaves before she can see Kara turn back to her would be husband. She leaves before the guppied explanation. She leaves before Mike storms away, before Kara falls to her knees Before Alex shoulders her off to the antechamber alongside the main room.
When Alex asks what happened, Kara doesn’t have an answer. Maybe it’s best that Lena doesn’t see that part.
Kara is concerned, that no one seems to ask a lot of questions. Flowers are hauled away, gifts are sent back, an apartment is dissolved piece by piece, and Kara is most concerned by the fact that no one seems to bat an eye at it? Life goes on as it always has.
In fact, the only thing different about day-to-day life, is the lack of Lena in it.
Since, what will be called “the great interruption", Lena has been loudly silent. She hasn’t answered Kara’s texts, she hasn’t made any public appearances, and there’s nothing on Wired or TMZ about her. Nothing AT ALL.
It’s disconcerting enough that Kara flies by Lena’s penthouse apartment, does a quick scan of x-ray vision, just to make sure that she is alive. She is, and is laying on her couch, hands folded on her stomach, staring at the ceiling. Which is somehow much less comforting than something befalling her.
Kara tries to give Lena space, let’s go as long as she can, – two, three days – but at some point lands on that balcony, hoping against hope for answers to questions that she’s barely been able to ask herself.
Lena lifts her head, neatly placing her bookmark in the novel spine before Putting on fluffy socks out to the balcony
“Is everything OK? " Lena asks.
“No.” Kara swallows roughly. “Of course it isn’t. “
Lena’s lips press the other like she is debating a rebuttal, but swallows it. And waits.
Kara watched her entire planet die, as she spun uncontrollably away from its orbit. Kara arrived on earth, missing what was deemed the purpose of her life, by decades. And yet Kara is here, standing in front of Lena Luthor, feeling more like she has missed the boat than ever before in her life.
“You objected”
“I did.”
“Why?”
Lena looks at the ground, then looks at the sky, and when she needs Kara’s eyes, there is nothing left, but her, “You know why,”
A rogue helicopter, a purposely malfunctioned missile, One hundred lunch dates, dozens of awkward partings on doorsteps, Thousand of bitten lips, swallowed intentions, repressed moments. The fault line finally slips.
“I do.”
When Kara kisses her, hand, cupping Lena‘s jaw, eyes closed in penitente reverence, it is real. It’s Realer than either of them have ever been, and neither will accept less than that Frank reality for the rest of their days.
There are more flowery confessions after that, deep dives into feelings, years into propagation, but it’s that first moment, that first crack in the veneer of safety and ego, that marks the beginning. That initiates that beautiful life, but neither of them hopefully believed real or deserving of. That’s where the life is, they know it ends. That’s where their life starts., all over again.
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barnesafterglow · 1 year
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sweet like honey
summary: you have a thing for bucky's height. he just might have a thing for all of you
pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: modern au, smut (unprotected sex, pull out method, fingering), voyeurism but also not really?, size difference, bucky has BDE, bucky is BDE, bucky is also tall as a motherfucker, excessive use of the word honey, lesbian nat and wanda as always, fayth if you're reading this i'm sorry in advance
a/n: here's the next prompt of my kinktober! i've actually had the time the past couple days to write and and motivation is high so i'm so happy to share this with y'all! please make sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed this. every single one means the world to me
you can join my kinktober taglist or follow @theafterglowlibrary to stay updated on my fics! 🤍
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It started as a joke at first. Bucky would pat you on the head as he passed you or comment on how cute and short you were. As if everyone wasn’t short compared to him. Even his roommate, Steve, had to raise his eyes just a hair to meet Bucky’s.
It started as a joke, but somewhere along the way it started to…do things to you.
The way he treated you like something delicate and precious. The way his huge hands touched you so casually. The way his hug completely engulfed you when he was drunk and a little more touchy.
You had moved into your apartment almost a year before, and immediately befriended the two girls - Natasha and Wanda - across the hall. They introduced you to Steve, in the apartment next to yours. They talked about Steve’s roommate, James, who was in Romania visiting his family. You were curious about him, because everyone talked so highly of him. And they were such amazing friends in such a short amount of time to you, you couldn’t imagine how James would be.
When he finally did come home, you didn’t even meet him again for almost a week because you just had opposite schedules.
But when you did… Holy shit.
He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. And no one had mentioned how fucking tall he was. You thought Steve was massive, probably 6’6” or so, and even he had to look up to James - or Bucky, as he immediately insisted you call him.
The five of them - you finally met Sam not long after you met Bucky, who lived in DC most of the time but stayed with Bucky and Steve when he had a few weeks off - welcomed you with open arms and became some of your best friends.
Which is why you kept your ever growing crush on Bucky pushed way, way down. You didn’t want to lose them and if anything went wrong - whether it be dating and breaking up or him just not being interested in you that way - you knew you would be the odd one out.
That all changed one day in the early fall. Nat and Wanda - who, you learned very quickly, were a couple - had taken a trip for their anniversary and Steve had gone to visit Sam. Bucky had volunteered to stay behind and make sure their cat, Alpine, was okay. He also said he didn’t want to leave you lonely, but you blushed and swatted him away.
You had just got off work and it had been a completely terrible day. The only thing that got you through was the promise of a movie night with Bucky. 
You wanted to go and see him immediately, but stopped by your apartment to change into something more comfortable first. By the time you were ready to head over, it was still a little earlier than you had originally planned, but you figured Bucky wouldn’t mind.
The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in, but Bucky wasn’t in the kitchen making popcorn like usual. You stopped for a moment and heard to shower running. You debated on whether or not to wait on the couch for him to get done or crawl into his bed and wait for him there. The comforting thought of his soft mattress and the scent of him encompassing you won out, and you were already curled up and ready to start the movie when you heard the shower stop.
You don’t really know what you had expected. You guessed you figured he would at least put underwear on before he came into his room, but you were very, very wrong.
When you looked up at the sound of his footsteps padding down the hall, you sat up to see him completely naked. You gasped and tried to avert your eyes, but ended up looking down and… wow.
Bucky wasn’t just tall. Didn’t just have big hands. He was big - absolutely massive - everywhere.
Panicked, you looked up again at his face to see he was utterly unphased. In fact, the corner of his mouth was turned up into his signature smirk, the kind you’d only seen when everyone went out to the bar together and he was trying to pick up someone to take home for the night.
“Like what you see?” You could feel the heat flood your face at his question, and you turned your head away from him. “Hey, honey. Just look at me.”
You refused, shaking your head, and you heard a shuffle from the other side of the room. Suddenly he was crouched in front of you, gently lifting your chin so your eyes met his. You thought it might be the end, your friendship was over and you would lose your favorite people in the world. But there was a reason you adored Bucky so much.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, trying to comfort you. “We can still watch a movie and forget this ever happened, if you want.”
Taking a deep breath, you nodded and let him rearrange you back into bed. You were thankful that he had already put on a pair of boxer briefs, and then put on a pair of sweatpants before sliding into the other side of the bed.
Trying to steer things back into a normal direction, you asked him what movie he wanted to watch. He thought for only a moment before answering.
“I’m in a nineties mood, how about Basic Instinct?” You nodded in agreement, just going with whatever he wanted and not thinking much about it.
He still wrapped his arm around you like he usually did, and everything felt normal.
At least until the scene with Sharon Stone came on - one of the most provocative scenes in film history. As it played out, you felt heat spread through your core, and squeezed your thighs together in hopes that you could stave it off. 
Of course, Bucky immediately noticed something was off.
“Are you okay, honey?” What was with the nicknames tonight? They were an everyone once in a while thing usually, but tonight he was showering you with them. You were too busy trying to calm your swirling thoughts to notice the knowing tone in his voice. “Is something wrong with the movie?”
“N-no. Just forgot how graphic it was.”
“Is that an issue?” Now you heard that cocky tone, and you had no idea what it meant for you - or your relationship with Bucky.
“Of course not, I just -” You stopped, not entirely sure where you were headed with your sentence.
“It was just getting you wet, ain’t that right, honey?” His hand moved slowly down your body, giving you a chance to stop him if you wanted.
You thought about it, but you wanted to see where this would lead you. 
His hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts, and was met with your soaked core.
“Not wearing any panties? No wonder I could smell you.”
You whimpered at his words, at the thought of him knowing this whole time how affected you were. 
He slid his middle finger through your folds, collecting some of the wetness, and pulled his hands from your shorts. You wanted to protest, ask him why he was no longer touching you, then he stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting your juices.
“Sweet like honey. Just like I thought you’d be.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his fingers crept towards your waistband. This time, though, he didn’t move under them. He stopped, looking directly into your eyes. “Please tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I want you,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.
Suddenly, Bucky was on top of you and his weight pushing you into the mattress was just as amazing as you had imagined it, late at night with your hand between your thighs.
Which is where Bucky’s were now, slipping down to pull your shorts off. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide, and skated his hand back up your body, purposely avoiding the one place you needed him most, and instead slipped under your t-shirt to pull that off too.
You tugged at his sweatpants, wanting him to be as bare as you were, and he happily let you. Once his sweats were off his legs, you tried to reach your hand between them, but Bucky lightly slapped it away.
“Buck,” you whined, high and needy, and he looked down at you, eyes boring into your own. “C’mon.”
“Need to get you ready for me, honey.”
And the rough timber of his voice could have made you come right then. It did make you clench your thighs together again, trapping his hand there.
“I know you’re desperate for it. But you’re gonna thank me, I promise.” With that, he slipped one finger into you.
It slid in easily, more than wet enough for him, but even that one finger on that huge hand of his stretch you open just a bit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and when he added a second finger you turned your head to the side, moaning into the pillow.
He pulled his fingers out, slapping the inside of your thigh and leaving a streak of you there.
“I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make. Hearing ‘em through the wall ain’t enough anymore.”
You stared at him, wide eyed, and he just chuckled before sliding his fingers back into you - three this time. And even with just three fingers, it was the most stretched out you had ever been.
If you weren’t so needy for him, you might’ve been scared of just how big you knew he would be.
“Bucky, please. I’m ready for you.”
“If you say so, honey.”
He spread your legs even wider, somehow, and you finally got a close look at him. 
It was beautiful, tip red and leaking, and bigger than you could have ever imagined. This time, he let you reach out to touch him, and your hands barely wrapped around the girth of him - middle finger and thumb hardly grazing each other as you tried to slide your hand up and down.
His hand came down to replace yours, and he tapped his length against your stomach, showing you just how far he would fuck into you. Tip going just beyond your belly button, you clenched around nothing at the thought of it. 
You lifted your hips, trying to tell him with your body that you were more than ready.
Bucky pushed down your hips - one hand spanning nearly the entire width of your abdomen, and slid his cock through your folds to get it slicked up.
His tip teased at your entrance, and just before he slid into, he looked into your eyes.
“You’re sure?”
You nodded, grabbing the hand that was on your hip and intertwining your fingers, squeezing tight.
With that, he pushed into you, little by little, and your moans were so loud you were certain the entire apartment complex could hear you.
“That’s it, honey,” he said as he finally bottomed out. “Take all of my cock.”
You clenched around him, squeezing him even tighter, and when you came from just his first thrust, you knew every other man would be ruined for you.
Every thrust after was like a punch to the gut. You whined, trying not to pass out at the intense feelings he pulled from your body. He bent down, kissing you much too sweetly for the way he was fucking you, and you realized it was your first kiss of the night.
You always thought romance books were bullshit when they talked about sparks flying, but you knew now that they were right. Bucky’s kiss consumed you, setting fireworks off that made you dizzy; made you see stars and planets and the rest of the universe. You knew from the look on his face as he pulled away that he felt it too.
What really did you in, though, was when he pushed down on your stomach, right at the spot where his tip caressed you inside. The feeling pulled another orgasm from you, and the tightness of your walls around him pushed him over the edge too. He pulled out, coming in large streaks over your stomach and tits.
The warm feeling made you moan again, and he swallowed it down with a deep kiss.
“Are you okay?” he asked against your lips.
“I’m gonna have trouble walking tomorrow, that’s for sure.”
He let out a loud laugh, kissing your nose and rolling over to set you on top of him, paying no mind to the mess between your bodies.
“Gotta make sure I really do a number on you, then,” he said, pulling you down for another kiss.
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turtleplushi · 2 years
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hey what if meta just took off all his armor one day and walked around cappy town with everyone staring at him like
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alastorsfuckassbob · 2 months
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You know you're getting too tired to keep writing for the night when shit like this..
"If Val wanted to listen to some random lanky old man’s diet bitchy British accent and senseless uppity rambles; he would have turned on Downton Abby or some other old pretentious shit."
or perhaps
"The club had opened a little more than ten minutes ago, as its owner he had an obligation to fulfill his duties (flirt with hot guys) ,and supervise the club floor (get blackout drunk and fuck aforementioned hot guys )."
or maybe even
"His pointed fingers gripped tighter around his glass. Getting information out of "barney the big purple pimp" was going to be harder than he anticipated."
appears on the page and you actually consider not scrapping it.
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Zoya Pop Star Au (3/?)
part 1, 2
Welcome to part 3 of our scheduled brain rot content! In which we learn what really happened between Alina and Zoya, and guess what, it is devastating, heartbreaking, gut wrenching, etc etc. Texts by the wonderful @wafflesandkruge and jounal entries by me 😌 brain rot was strong enough to get me to write something a n d post it here.
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bardic-inspo · 11 months
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Six(+) Sentence Saturday
I’m alive!! I’ve moved!! I got rid of a bad organ!! I’m doing words!! And I’m really excited to be doing them again!!
And to probably no one’s surprise but my own, the next bit of the story that I was thinking of being two chapters has already split into three. I’m aiming to draft through all three of them before sharing again, since certain scenes might ultimately swap around. But progress is being made, and it feels like I’ve gotten to sort of reclaim some normalcy for myself in getting back to writing again.
Tagging @wishing4nuclearwinter, @theartofblossoming, @nomamonster, @electricshoebox, @totally-not-deacon, @atombonniebaby, @lookbluesoup, @vault-heck and whoever else wants to. No pressure if you’d rather not!
Here’s a bit more than six sentences from Bring the Gasoline, Chapter 29: The Other Shoe.
“Cold feet?” 
[Natasha’s] shadow finally speaks. She eyes him warily.
“I don’t have a plan,” she says flatly. Seven hours of walking and winding around rubble and raiders didn’t plant one in her mind. Not even the smallest sprout.
“Didn’t you take improv?”
She rolls her eyes. “You stalked me so hard, you found out what I took for undergrad electives over two centuries ago?”
“To be fair, everything about you is two centuries ago,” Deacon smirks, but it’s fleeting. “And it wasn’t just one class. You got a whole minor in theater.”
When a beat of quiet passes, he adds sheepishly, “I found that out by accident trying to track down files on your old cases.”
“Maybe you and Magnolia should start a fan club,” Natasha mutters darkly.
Deacon’s brow furrows. “Mags is-- that wasn’t--”
“You know,” Natasha says tightly, “I just decided I don’t actually care about what you do in your free time.”
Natasha’s jaw shifts. Well, maybe she cares a little. Maybe enough to buy him a drink, at the end of all of this. If they make it to the end of all of this. If he drinks. What would Deacon drink, if he could have his pick?
Maybe she owes him one, even still. Maybe letting MacCready head off into danger he wanted to be in doesn’t cancel out saving them from the courser after Med-Tek. Or all the other times Deacon sprang to the rescue. Natasha toes the snowy slurry beneath her boot, watching it turn brown with the dirt.
Maybe she should spare Deacon and reserve her anger for MacCready alone. For leaving. For leaving a fucking note. If he had something important to say, he could’ve said it. That square of paper weighs as much in her pocket as that damn Fat Man did leaning against the wall at Ivan’s. 
“What’s ‘free time?’” Deacon asks, chipper.
Natasha lets out a strained sigh.
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