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Business and Pleasure - Part 8

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“What happened to us, James?”

He was silent then, shrugging off his jacket before running a hand through his hair. “We used to be best friends…”


You stiffened at that statement, shaking your head and biting your lip. He was wrong. Hearing him say that sent a sharp pain through your chest. “No. No. Bucky was my best friend, not…not you.”

He stared at you, carefully studying your face. “Uh, Y/N? Did you hit your head on something? Are you okay? Did you drink too much? You do realize that I’m Bucky, right?”

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Who shot who?

Cassie Bernall was shot once in the right side of the head - the shot also hit one of her fingers. She was shot with pump shotgun pellets by Eric Harris. The head injury was fatal. She died in the library.

Steven Curnow was shot once through the right shoulder and neck with a pump slug by Eric. He died in the library.

Corey Depooter was shot once in the left shoulder with a 9mm bullet from the TEC-9 by Dylan.
Corey Depooter was shot three times in the neck, back, and arm with 9mm bullets from the Hi-Point by Eric. The wounds Eric inflicted were fatal. He died in the library.

Kelly Fleming was shot once in the lower back with pump shotgun pellets by Eric. She died in the library.

Matt Kechter was shot once in the left shoulder with a double barrel slug that went through his neck, lung, and right arm by Dylan. He died in the library.

Daniel Mauser was grazed behind the ear, and shot in the nose with a 9mm bullet that went through his neck, from the Hi-Point fired by Eric. He died in the library.

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Read It, Doll

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Happy 100th Birthday, Bucky

@bucky-plums-barnes proposed a little writing game to celebrate the 100th anniversary of James Buchanan Barnes. This is kink #54: Writing a smut fic to each other and reading it to them.

Join ‘100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday’

A/N: I think I must say this is my very first smut, so some feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Warnings: smut, oral sex.

Words: 1536. 

MASTERLIST


“Hey, doll?” Bucky calls as he walks to the couch and plops down next to you, his muscular arm around your frame and pulling you closer to him. You close your book and look at the object in his hands: your notebook. Your smut notebook.

Your eyes open wide. “Where did you get that?”

“I was in my bag and I’ve never see it,” he shrugs. Then looks at you, his pupils blown and licks his lips slowly. “There are some pretty interesting things here, doll.”

“You think?”

His left hand comes to your waist. His fingers caress you through your clothing, but not even the fabric can keep the cold sensation from you.

“Mmhm,” Bucky nods. He dips his head to bury his face in your neck. His hot breath sends shivers all over your body and you let out a sigh. He places an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive skin behind your left ear. “In fact,” his voice is low and husky, your stomach flips at the sound, “If you want,” he kisses your jaw, “We can,” he kisses the top of your neck, “Try some things,” he kisses your throat, “You wrote,” then he kisses your right shoulder. His lips decent in a wet trail to the valley between your breasts.

You hiss as his hot tongue darts out to lick a firm trail on your right breast, damn too near your nipple, but purposely keeping his distance from it. Only to drive you crazy.

“I’d love that.”

It is all you had to say before his hands travel through your body, an arm around your back and the other behind your knees. Bucky raises from the couch, a grin on his lips. You smile back and wrap your arms around his neck. He walks soundly to the bedroom, where he stops at the center and sets you down, and not letting go of you. Bucky clings to your waist, not letting your body away more than the necessary for you to talk looking into each other’s eyes. He extends his hand, asking for your notebook. You place it on his open palm.

Bucky opens the notebook, but you take it back before he can start reading.

“I’ll choose.”

He grins, his other arm circling your waist again, “Please do, doll.”

You don’t hesitate. You know exactly which smutty fanfic you want to become real.

You take your time to find the right page though, your fingers lingering on each page you touch, your tongue licking your lips that were partly open. When Bucky’s own tongue wets his lips, your knee creeps up, touching the inside of his thighs.

Bucky closes his eyes and inhales sharply. He growls, “[Y/n], have your found the page yet?”

“Humm,” you touch your fingertips with your tongue and flip to the next page, his pupils covers almost all the blue of his irises. “Here,” you hand it to him.

He detangles one hand from you, takes the notebook and reads. “He lays me down on the bed, my head rests on his pillow as he slowly removes my clothes.” Bucky smiles at you and, even though your cheeks have a little blush from the situation, you smile back. He places the notebook on the headboard.

“I have my instructions, doll. Now relax.”

Bucky gently pushes your back until your knees hit the mattress. With both hands on your back, Buck helps you lay down. He places his pillow under your head. His palms roam your skin from your jaw down your waist until he reaches your ankles, where he rests his left hand as the other reaches for the book. You sigh happily. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as you initially thought.

He removes your shoes and socks, giving each foot a quick rub before setting them on the mattress again. His hands inch up to the hem of your pants, where he works on the button and slid it down your legs, his lips breathing a hot line right after his metal hand.

Bucky is on top of you, shirtless now, with his hands – cold and warm - pushing your shirt up. The sudden and constant difference of temperature draw a moan from your mouth. He uses the strong muscles in his arms to lower his torso to breathe a chuckle in your unclad lower stomach. He rises and continues his work, your raise your arms to help him.

As your bra has a frontal clasp, there is no problem. He takes if off you and tosses it over his shoulder. Bucky caresses your breasts with his fingers, his thumbs quickly massaging your hard nipples and you squirm for a moment. Once again, his palms traces your body from top to bottom, but this time, his mouth places open-mouthed kisses right after his hands. Your eyes close and you sigh again.

He reads, “Once his steel eyes focused on my naked body, his hands separate my legs and he plays like only he knows with my pussy. Doll, prepare yourself.”

You don’t have time to before he lowers himself to your center, depart your thighs with his hands, placing them on his shoulders, your knees lightly bent, and his teeth graze over your core before nipping at them. His hands stroke your smooth skin wherever it can find. He doesn’t warn you before his tongue licks a thick stripe from your opening to your clit.

His long hair tickles your lower stomach, goosebumps tingling all over your body. His tongue starts bouncing your clit, his tongue playing with it.

Your back arches and your hands grab a hold of the sheets.

“Bucky,” you whimper, breathing hard, eyes closing.

His mouth parts from you so he could say, “Read something, doll.”

You scramble through the sheets to found the notebook, opening it at a random page with a yellow sticker (which were your favorites).

His thumb goes up to my breast,” you wheeze, “his thumb finding the swollen nipple almost instantly. He keeps sucking and using his tongue on my bundle of nerves.”

His warm hand does as told, making you mumble. “James.”

He groans, “Doll, your time to read.”

“What?”

Bucky reaches into the drawer in his nightstand and takes a leather-covered notebook from it. He arches one eyebrow while a sly smile dances on his lips, “You think you’re the only one who writes?”

You hurriedly get it from his hands and open. Your eyes widen. You thought you wrote a lot, but boy, does he have more written fanfics than you do.

“Choose one,” he moans, his mouth kissing down your legs.

You glance over page by page, scamming the words quickly, trying to find one that pleases you. It is so hard to choose, perhaps because they’re so good, and detailed, perhaps because you want to make them all true, and Bucky’s touches on your core with his narrow fingers are not helping you focus. At. All.

So you settle on the last one. Your eyes blurry for a second as he sucks a breath on your clit, and you squirm as his tongue spreads your wetness around you.

She moans as I squeeze her thigs with one hand as the other goes under her leg to hold her stomach. She can’t stop squirming,” you breathe, “Are you a psychic or something?”

Bucky lets out a chuckle, his hot breath tickling your folds. Your feet curl as your back arches once again. His human hand goes under your leg and his hand keeps you still by pressing firmly and gently on your stomach. His metal hand squeezes and caresses your thigh, pressing a certain spot behind your knee. The cold sensation on burning hot skin make you writhe beneath him.

He moans into you and you cry his name, intertwining your fingers into his shaggy hair, pulling at it lightly.

His tongue trails back to your clit, circling around it. Then he moves lower and thrusts into you slowly. His hands firlmy pressing your breast and thigh, his mouth devouring you… It takes no time for you to come undone. His hands travel to your hips, keeping you still as you squiggle.

When Bucky looks up, he decides he is blessed by such a vision. Your eyes are closed tightly, your hair all over the – his – pillow, your chest moving wildly as you breath hard, your breast jumping as you tremble with the overwhelming sensation his touches provide. A sheen of sweat covers your skin, mixing with his own. You are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Once your climax dies down, you glance at the screen in your phone, pressing the home button to light the screen up. 00:03.

“Hey, Buck?” you call, your voice hoarse, as your fingers card his long hair.

Bucky closes his eyes and hums in acknowledgement.

“Happy birthday.”        

His smile stretches across his face, “Thank you for my present.”

“There’s plenty more coming, Sergeant.”

“Oh yeah?” he uses his arms to hover over you.

“Bucky,” you plead, opening your eyes, “Fuck me.”

If there is one thing in the world Bucky doesn’t need instructions, besides killing people, is how to make you see stars.


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Creepypasta #1122: My Bird Dog And I Went Hunting In The Desert Of Eastern Oregon - A Desert That Doesn't Like Intruders

Length: Super long

About six weeks ago, I went into the wilderness of Eastern Oregon with my 2 year old hunting dog (a golden retriever named Reggie) to hunt for pheasant, partridge, quail, and flyfish for steelhead. I was camping along the John Day River, which is in the high desert and carves a deep valley through the sage brush coated hills and black-rock cliffs. Something happened in that canyon that has changed everything I know (or thought I knew) about the world we live in. I’ll start with a bit of backstory before I get into the events.

I did this same camping trip with two buddies last November during my dog’s first bird season, and we were all psyched to have round two. Unfortunately, one of the dudes bailed because of work pressure, and the other because he needed time to prep for an interview.

So I decided to go alone. I’ve done plenty of solo camping and hunting before, and this time I had my bird dog so I felt even better going alone. There’s obviously no cell service out there, so I gave my girlfriend and some buddies my route and camping locations, and set out before sunrise on a Friday with plans to return late on Sunday. It’s about a three hour drive to the stretch of the John Day River basin where I was heading, and got there around 9:30. 

It was around 40 degrees when I got out at the BLM parking area to stretch and started to get ready to set out. My dog was really stoked (he knows we’re hunting when I put on my bird pouch and bust out the shotgun), and I was as happy as a pig in the mud. Sun was shining, and it had snowed a few days earlier so the red, tan, black, and green sagebrush-coated valley we started hiking down into was shimmering.

I had my big backpacking pack loaded to the brim with camping gear, winter gear, hunting and fishing gear, and dog stuff. I had my shotgun in hand (a double barrel 12g side-by-side), a field knife, and my Ruger .357 on my belt. I don’t always carry a sidearm, but with three days and two nights alone in an area infested with packs of coyotes (who don’t scare me but would love a golden retriever snack) and mountain lions (which definitely scare me), I figured why the hell not.

We (my dog and I) rucked about 6 miles into a more open part of the valley where I wanted to spend the first night. It was around 50 degrees at this point and absolutely beautiful, although quite muddy with the snow melting. I set up the tent on a little grassy plateau above the old trail, and put the dog in the tent with some water to chill for a bit to get his paws warmed up. 

I ate lunch and dumped most of my gear to set out with just my camelback, bird pouch, gun, and dog down further into the valley to start hunting (about as happy as a dude can be). It was slow hunting at first but eventually we flushed some quails and a few hen pheasants. After about 4 hours it was starting to get dark. We had bagged 3 quails and were working our way back to camp. This is when things got somewhat strange.

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Running the Benelli M4/M1014. While I’ve barely shot any shotgun, or worked on shotgun reloading… It’s still a blast. Shooting 00 buck in this video and loading from regular Safariland caddies.
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Helpless

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1102

A/N: Can you guess where I got the inspiration from? haha.

“Clint, seriously, you know parties aren’t really my scene.” You whined as Clint went looking through your closet tossing clothes left and right.

“Y/N, as your friend, it’s my job to make sure that you get some socialization once in a while.”

“I socialize!”

Clint stopped and looked at you arching an eyebrow, “You socialize outside of the internet?”

You looked down in shame, “No.”

“My point proven. So let’s get you into a beautiful dress and get your ass to Stark’s party." 

You sighed as you helped Clint look for a dress, "Out of all parties, it has to be Tony Stark’s?”

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Fun with weapons

Story in Eric’s notebook (JC-001-026176) from the point of view of the bullet, from the Doom “universe.”

Hicks V. Taggart

Age    1 week

Family    00 buck.  #7-9 buckshot, slugs.

Wish    to kill.

Fear   water.

Location    Boy w/its brothers.

Sig. other    shotgun.

I was trying to be loaded into the shotgun when I got slammed in the chamber.  The shotgun thought I was all the way in, and tried to fire.  It was to smart for itself because it had a safety mechanism that prevented it from firing.  I was pissed that he neglected to notice me being stuck and tried to fire.  Oh well, those things happen.  He eventally had me cleared and reloaded.  I still have scratches on my brass from the damn chamber, so a grudge has remained between me and Arlene.

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#NRAIndy2014

SRM Arm’s Semi-Automatic 12 Gauge shotgun.

Featuring a rotating detachable magazine that accepts 2 ¾" and 3" shells. Capable of shooting game & trap loads, slugs, #00 Buck, and other specialty rounds.

Models shown:

1208: 10" Barrel, 8 round magazine.

1212: 13" Barrel, 12 round magazine.

1216: 18.5" Barrel, 16 round magazine(with or without threaded barrel w/Muzzle Brake.

New defensive ammo for my 870. Big upgrade from the Winchester “Military Grade” 00 Buck that I had been running. After testing out the groups between this Hornady 00 Buck and the Winchester 00 Buck, this will be my go to ammo for any personal defense situation.

12′o clock

I went out to test my Origin 12 shotgun a couple days ago.

My Kobra red dot sight’s battery died so I popped on my Aimpoint CS as the optic choice.

Used a mix of 00 Buck, some plated, some with slugs etc.

Was toying around with the adjustable gas system. Didn’t run into any issues, the shotgun ran perfectly. I did notice however that it was ejecting the spent shells forward, right at the target. Literally I was hitting the paper with the 00 Buck AND the empty shells.

Only saved one paper target and that was at the end of the day where I just dumped the last 10 shells as fast as I could but tried for one headshot.

It’s a fun gun to shoot but it’s heavy compared to the Saiga 12, Vepr 12 and Catamount Fury. I’m going to add a vertical grip and swap out the Mission First Tactical Minimalist Stock for something with a beefier rubber recoil pad.