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Ride

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs

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Originally posted by marga-r


“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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Me Time (emilyevanstan’s blogiversary)

#39. Me time. Bucky x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)

Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.

WC 1440

AN I really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried!
This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo

GIF not mine


Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.

You point blank asked him about it one day during training.

“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?” 

You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”

You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.

He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”

“So what do you do?”

“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.

“Like what?” you persisted.

“Never you mind,” was his response.

Originally posted by chubby-dumpling-384

A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.

Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).

You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).

Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.

“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.

Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”

He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.

You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.

“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.

***

Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.

“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.

Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”

You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”

He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”

You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms,  “So… my books?”

“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”

“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.

He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.

You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”

Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.

When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.

“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.

“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.

You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”

“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”

“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.

He laughed as you walked away.

***

You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.

You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.

You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.

You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements. 

You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.

Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.

Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth. 

You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.

He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face.  Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.

“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”

He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”

You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”

You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.

You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours.
You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed. 

Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”

You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.

He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”

“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.

You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.

You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.

Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”

You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”

He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.

“Can I ask an… awkward question?”

He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”

“Right… Do you… do you really think of me?”

He smiled at you, “Every damn time.”


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No Such Thing As Bulletproof

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, swearing, angst, violence, blood
Summary: You’re captured by Hydra Agents who want revenge on your boyfriend, Captain America. The actions of one agent would make you do something you will never forget.
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: This is for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge with the card, “My first kill”! HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 2k KATE!!! YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!!!!
@emilyevanston

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

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» We are bound by our choices, but we are more than our mistakes.

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• send me a fandom/character/etc. and i’ll make a picspam/graphic.
 @cerscilannister requested Kate Beckett.

Elemental Ritual of Self Blessing

Day 1 of @chaosundone‘s 31 Days of Pop Culture Spells Challenge - Write a spell inspired by the first character/fandom that made you interested in Pop Culture Witchcraft.

I was drawn to witchcraft initially by Kate Forsyth’s The Witches of Eileanan series, which are a fantastic series of books. The titular witches work in a Wiccan-esque style of magic, worshipping a nature goddess, casting circles, working with the five spiritual elements. It is what got me interested in Wicca, and though I now practice a secular craft, it is still very much influenced by those early readings of Forsyth’s witches. (If you haven’t checked them out, you really should. I cannot recommend them highly enough.)

This ritual is designed to take place in the hours before dawn, so that the completion of the rite happens as the sun rises. A period of fasting should take place before the ritual commences. Draw on the floor (or trace in the dirt if you are outside, ideally) a five pointed star inside a circle, large enough for you to move and work in, with the top point pointing in a north-east direction. At this top point place seeds of a plant that represents you, or that you identify with. This is to represent your Spirit. Working clockwise, place incense or a feather at the next point for Air, a candle or cauldron fire at the next point for Fire, a large bowl of water for Water at the next point, and a pot of soil at the next point for Earth. Gather any other ritual items that you usually use to cast a Circle.

Cast a Circle in your usual manner.

Sit at the top point of the star and meditate on the ritual, on what you wish to achieve, on what the purpose of the ritual is. You are blessing, cleansing, and empowering yourself with the power of the five spiritual Elements. Breathe deeply and slowly, allow yourself to slip into a trance-like state. When you are ready, say:

“I come to a sacred junction of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, to bless myself with the powers of the Elements. I bring the Spirit. May my heart be kind, may my mind be fierce, may my spirit be brave.”

Go to the eastern point of the star and circle, and waft the incense about you, or wave the feather around your body.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Air.” Breathe deeply of the air, feel the oxygen fill your lungs and flood your cells through your blood. Think of the life giving power of air, and acknowledge it’s destructive power; in your mind, find the balance between the two. “I breathe deep and give thanks, for without Air we would surely die.”

Go to the southern point of the star and circle, and hold your hands out over the flames. 

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Fire.” Feel the warmth of the fire spread through your body. Think of all the ways in which fire gives us life by keeping us warm, giving us life, and even being able to cook food with it. Acknowledge as well the dangerous elements of fire, of how easily it can turn from a tool to a weapon. Find the balance in your mind. “I warm myself and give thanks, for without Fire we would surely die.”

Go to the western point of the star and circle, and anoint your forehead with the water.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Water.” Take a drink of the water, feel the coolness flow down your throat. Think of the life giving powers of water, that it makes up the majority of our planet and of our own bodies. Think also of the destructive power of water, of floods and tsunamis. Find the balance. “I drink deeply and give thanks, for without Water we would surely die.”

Go to the northern point of the star and circle, and immerse your hands in the soil.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Earth.” Feel and absorb the earth’s nourishment though your hands. Think of our planet, which sustains all life. Think too of the danger of earth, of earthquakes and landslides. Find the balance. “I take nourishment and give thanks, for without Earth we would surely die.”

Return to the top point of the star and circle, and take your seeds, the source of life and growth, and consecrate them and name them for yourself. As you do this, reflect on why you selected this particular plant, on what it means to you, on how it relates to you as a person. As the sun rises over the horizon, plant the seeds in the pot, and water it deeply with the water.

“I plant myself in the womb of the earth, nourished by the water of life, to grow strong by the fire of the sun, to breathe back the air of the world. As this [name of plant] grows, so do I grow. As this [name of plant] is strengthened by the Elements, so am I strengthened. May my heart by kind, may my mind be fierce, may my spirit be brave.”

Close the Circle in your usual way. Care for your plant, for it is a representation now of yourself and your connection to the Elements and to the world.

Dog Days

Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge
Prompt: Kid tested, mother approved

Steve x fem!reader. Plus! Your daughter, your sister, Bucky, and some fur babies.

Summary: You went to the animal shelter to buy a dog for your daughter.. and ended up leaving with something for yourself too.

Warnings: everything’s fine, I promise

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Weeeellllll here’s another thing I wrote. Challenge courtesy of @emilyevanston so check out her Masterlist because it’s great! :D

You hadn’t even shifted the car into park when you heard the sound of a seatbelt release behind you. When you met the eyes of your six-year-old daughter through the rear-view mirror, the girl stilled immediately, seat belt still clinched tightly in her hand. The look of oops and amusement plastered on her little face kept you from getting upset, and you shook your head in response.

“Can’t get mad at her,” your younger sister said from beside you. “All rules go out the window when it comes to dogs.”

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Cunning Celt’s Trapped by the Earth Curse

Day 2 of @chaosundone‘s 31 Days of Pop Culture Spells Challenge: Write a curse inspired by the first character/fandom that got you into Pop Culture Witchcraft.

As I previously said, for me Kate Forsyth’s The Witches of Eileanan series really drew me into witchcraft. One of the main characters is Meghan NicCuinn, a powerful sorceress. Several times throughout the series, Meghan is able to open up a great fissure in the earth to swallow her enemies whole. This curse is designed to emulate that power, to trap your enemies and make them feel the weight of the earth.

You will need a poppet of your subject (and a taglock if you can get one), a long handled shovel, several medium sized rocks, paint or a marker, and a long plant root (preferably of a weed).

Create and name the poppet for your subject. Include the taglock if you have one, or any identifying information you have of the person. The more specific the better. Focus on the reason you are cursing them, to be trapped by what they’ve done to you, to never be able to follow you or come after you again, to feel the weight of the earth upon them. 

On the rocks, write the reasons for your curse. Write on the rocks what the person has done to you, why they deserve to be trapped. 

Wrap the poppet up in the plant root; tangle and tie it firmly and roughly. Dig a hole in the ground, as deep as you safely can. Grip the poppet in your fists and fill it with your rage and malicious intent. Hurl the poppet hard into the bottom of the hole, and then hurl the rocks down on top of it. You want to crush the poppet, to break it, to ruin it. Recite the words written on the rocks as you throw them down, send them into the hole bearing your malevolent energy. 

Fill the rest of  the hole in with dirt, allowing yourself to seethe with rage as you do so. Let the physical exertion of digging raise your magical energy, pouring it into the soil and sealing your curse. When the hole is filled in, stamp the earth down firmly.