that is all you need guys

REQUEST: Everyone forgets Bucky’s birthday and he (internally) is really bummed about it. But actually the reader has thrown him a surprise party (with the help of Tony Stark’s wallet) and everyone attends and it ends with an unhealthy load of fluff.

this is super late and not as great as my original one. I hope you guys still like it!

“Okay, everyone knows the plan! I need everyone back here for seven for the surprise party.” You smiled at your group of friends that were all gathered in front of you. Natasha, Tony, Thor, Wanda, Sam, Clint, Bruce and Steve were all more than happy to help you with your boyfriend’s birthday party.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I ashamedly present to you what I did instead of the art I’m actually being paid to do (*europeanly shoves this at @forovnix*)

  • Sun: Alright, Neptune, we've recorded the sickest rap album of the century and mixed it in garage band, now all we need to do is come up with a name. I was thinking "Sun and Nep's Tunes"
  • Neptune: Oh yeah, of course, YOUR name comes first.
  • Sun: Um, Neptune-
  • Neptune: Nah, nah, I get it. No, I get it, it's not like I'm the only one here without a girlfriend.
  • Sun: Me and Blake aren't dating.
  • Neptune: Oh whatever. Nep and Sun's tunes sounds better and you know it.
  • Sun: No, it doesn't. Look, Neptune, the name-
  • Neptune: You know what, it was one thing for you to be the guy with no shirt on the cover-
  • Sun: I never wear a-
  • Neptune: At least let me be the guy who gets mentioned first!
  • Sun: NEPT-
  • Neptune: You are ALWAYS like this! Just because you're the leader-
  • Sun: NEPTUNE!
  • Neptune: WHAT?
  • Sun: *Gesticulates frustratedly*
  • Neptune: ............
  • Sun: .............
  • Neptune: Oh, I get it. Heh. Nep's tunes. Heh.
I cried over hockey today

No…I didn’t cry because my team lost to their biggest rivals. In fact, I cried before the game was even over. And I would have still cried if they were winning.

The Stars aren’t going to make the playoffs, which means their season will be over in just a little over two weeks. For me, that really sucks.

The Stars are kinda my happy place. Not only are they a distraction when I’m having a bad or stressful day, but they’ve really helped me to come out of my comfort zone in meeting all of you. Trust me…if you knew me in real life you’d know how super shy and anxious I am. Having the Stars as common ground has helped me to meet people who I would have never initiated conversation with because I would have been too scared. I was a Stars fan before I met you all, but loving them and wanting to talk about them with other people who love them is what encouraged me to join hockey Tumblr two months ago in the first place.

This team has done so much for me outside of just playing hockey games. They don’t know it, and it sounds mushy, but it’s true. And it’s sad to see them go for the rest of the season. It’s having to say goodbye to a happy place for a few months…and I’m not really ashamed to say…yeah…I’m upset about it.

To some people, sports and their favorite team is a fun pastime, but I think I speak for a lot of us when I say to some of us, it’s something bigger.

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

Faking It (Grayson) Part 7/?

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: None.
A/N: I absolutely adore you guys. Your response has been amazing, I love you so much. x

The rest of the night was spent with Ethan in the entertainment room, where you played pool and he told you jokes to get your mind off of the trainwreck that had happened between you and Grayson. And it worked for quite some time, before it got too late and you had to go to sleep. The wedding rehearsal was tomorrow after all and you needed every ounce of energy you could muster to get through the day.

“Hey…” Ethan reached out and touched your shoulder as you came to a halt in front of his open bedroom door. You turned to look at him questioningly. “You can sleep in my room if you want to.”

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anonymous asked:

Request for #37 OTP. Thanks, I really enjoy your writing!

Thank you, honey! ^-^

The One - Dean x Reader

“And then I picked up your coffee by mistake. I was completely distracted. For some reason, I thought it was mine,” you said, apologetic. God, where was your head today? Not here on planet Earth, apparently.

“I don’t care,” the stranger in the fancy suit said with nothing but annoyance. “All I want is an apology.

Well, okay. You were sure you had made it clear, but whatever. “Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

The man scoffed, “Next time try to say it like you mean it.”

What? God, it’s not like you had tried to kill him or something. You had barely touched his cup. Dramatic much?

“Hey, man, no need to be a jerk,” the guy in line behind you intervened. He was wearing no suit, kind of looked like a lumberjack, a hot lumberjack from a model catalog, but he clearly had some manners. “The lady said she was sorry.”

“You mind your own business. No one has spoken to you.”

“Oh, should I apologize too?” The guy asked, not hiding his sarcasm, and making a smile crack your lips.

“Unbelievable,” the man in the suit muttered and, coffee in hand, he walked out of the shop.

“Unbelievable is right. What a jerk.”

You chuckled, “For real. Thank you for stepping in.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. That guy needs some serious lessons in communication before going out in public.”

As he talked, you grabbed the remaining cup of coffee and frowned at it. “Yeah, and he also needs a pair of glasses, cause he took my coffee. This one is his,” you said with a sigh.

“Hey, why don’t I buy you a new one?”

“Thank you, but I’m already late… I really appreciate it, though. Have a nice day, uh…” you trailed off.


“Dean,” you repeated with a smile.

“You too,” he said, smiling back, and making you regret your answer right there and then. What if he was the one and you were walking away from him? Maybe if he was you would meet him again, though, right? Really wishing for that, you rushed outside and walked to your car.

You took just a sip of coffee before opening the car door, hoping the fancy guy had at least a decent taste.

And, apparently not. That coffee was as bitter as him. Ugh.

You threw the coffee in the near trash can, then slid behind the wheel and headed to work.

That afternoon, on your way back home, a symbol popped up on your dash, bright red. The car needed oil, stat, so you stopped at the first garage you saw and walked inside.

An old man was talking to another customer, but soon enough he was giving you his attention, “Need help with something, miss?”

“Just an oil change. My car is outside.”

He nodded at you, then called out a “Dean! An oil change for the miss.”

Dean? Could it be the same Dean from this morning? You felt your heart speed up in anticipation.

And then… It was him. The same guy, walking towards you, a smile on his lips as soon as he recognized you. “Hey, I was wondering if I was gonna see you again.”

Well, your heart wasn’t gonna calm down now, but you embraced that feeling, the same one you had felt around your first crush, years ago.

Who knew, maybe he was the one after all. You certainly hoped so.

In the meantime, across the street, a guy was taking off his fancy suit and giving it to a homeless person. So what if he had to wear uncomfortable human clothes and be a jerk to do his job? The results were the only thing that mattered. Best Cupid in the world, or what?

Don’t change for a guy. NEVER change for a guy. I can not stress this enough. No guy is worth that. Find the guy who enjoys you and your flaws. I promise you that person is there and you will feel a whole of a heck of a lot better that he adores you for being yourself. Besides, why would you want to change your unqiuely amazing personality for a guy who has the personality of a coqui frog(loud and undiscernable from the millions of others around him)? Keep on glowing babies

Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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anonymous asked:

okay so my grandparents had to put down one of their dogs today, and i loved that pupper with all of my heart. so in other words i am emotionally wrecked™ and really need some comfort and extreme fluff fics and have scoured the blog for some, can you give me some pointers or anything you've read lately? i just need to get something else on my mind :^/ thank you guys in advance n i love y'all 💕

Oh my gosh I’m sorry that sounds like an emotionally exhausting day. I hope these fics help you out

It’s No Coincidence by IsabellaJack

The kids immediately scream, “Trick-or-Treat” before they see who opens the door.

The strange resident looks between the two kids, then at the adults, and his eyes widen in horror.

“It’s October already?”

Okay, Bucky thinks. This guy is probably high.

Let In the Sun by PR Zed (przed) 

The thing was, even in the middle of a war, things weren’t always a raging shitstorm. The Howlies weren’t always on the frontlines or, worse, behind them. They didn’t always have Hydra attacking them with weapons straight out of a Buck Rogers serial. There weren’t always Nazi panzer divisions threatening to flank their position.

There were calm days, restful days. There were days like this…

Two golden days in the long friendship of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

Love and Cherish by wearing_tearing 

“This is the best idea.” Steve grins, lap overrun by eager wiggly puppies, hands busy trying to pet all six of them at the same time.

“They tend to happen every once in a while,” Bucky teases, quickly getting distracted by a wet tongue lapping at his cheek and a cold nose trying to burrow under his shirt.

Welcome to Oblivious, Population: Two by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Steve is a wedding photographer in need of an assistant. Bucky is unemployed and in need of a job. Sam and Natasha, in what turns out to be a successful attempt to solve both problems, arrange an introduction.

In a moment of frustrated brilliance, Bucky sets Steve on the path to incredible popularity and the two of them–and their relationship–on the path to complete obliviousness.

Letters to Bucky (Part Six)(NSFW)

Welcome back to the story! If you need to catch up, check out the Master List HERE.
This tried to just be smut but OH MY GOD THE FEELS just overwhelmed it. Still so very NSFW so you know…!!
Shout out to my lovely
@bethy-sue​ for helping me with this scene! I am 100% in love with these boys and hope you guys are too!
This update is SO LONG, but I needed to get it all out! I love everyone SO MUCH for reading these long ass chapters and commenting/liking/reblogging/messaging me.. You guys are seriously the best!!!
As always-like/reblog to be tagged!


“So do you actually know any of these people?” Bucky asked, carefully grasping a champagne flute, wrinkling his nose at the taste.

“Some of them.” Tony remarked, draining his glass and reaching for another. “I’ll be able to pretend to like more of them after a few more glasses of this.”

“Geez Tony.” Bucky chuckled. “Why do you come if you hate it so much?”

“With great money comes—” Tony motioned around the room. “Great nonsense. Speaking of great money,” he stepped a little closer. “We didn’t actually do a ton of talking earlier. About the whole me secretly being a billionaire and all that.”

“Yeah, well there’s so much more to do with our mouths than talk, sweet thing.” Bucky murmured and Tony nearly snapped the fragile glass stem in half.

“Yes well.” He coughed. “That’s a valid point. But um, do we need to talk more about me being…me? Is this going to affect things? Are we still going to work?”

“I don’t see why not.” Bucky was scanning the room, watching the crowds of rich people try to outbid each other in the silent auction. “I’m leaving again tomorrow evening and we will be back to writing letters then. So I can pretend I don’t know your last name, or that you own seventeen cars and a plane,  and you can pretend you don’t stutter every time I smile at you and–”

“Hey!” Tony protested, but Bucky grinned, and completely proved his point when Tony tripped over his next words. “Wait-wait what do you mean, tomorrow?”

“I’m only here for ten days, Tony.” He answered quietly. “Today is day nine. I just couldn’t leave New York without trying to see you.”

“Jesus.” Tony cursed softly. “Well then screw the party,  let’s leave.”

“We just got here.” Bucky pointed out and Tony rolled his eyes exasperated. “And even though your secretary only weighs like ninety pounds, the woman is terrifying.”

“They got photos of me here, that’s all the proof I need to convince Pepper I did my part. Bucky, if you’re leaving tomorrow let’s get out of here so we can spend some time together. Real time together. Like time involving throwing pillows on the floor and watching the sunrise through my bedroom window.”

“I love the way you think, Tony.” Bucky sent him a look that had Tony chugging his champagne and looking for an exit.

“Oh look a door! Let’s go.” Tony took off through the crowd, and Bucky followed, trying not to look like he was chasing him, even though chasing Tony was exactly what he wanted to be doing.

“Anthony! Anthony, been looking for you all night.”
A slender man in glasses stepped right in front of Tony, putting an all- too-friendly hand on his shoulder. “You wouldn’t  be leaving already would you now? We haven’t even had the chance to catch up!”

“That was the point.” Tony bit out, managing a barely there smile. “Got too many thing to do tonight to hang out. But I wrote my check and did my part for the children so–”

“So let’s stay and have a drink!” He motioned for a couple glasses of champagne, but before he could hand Tony one, Bucky stepped in with a glass of his own, pressing it into Tony’s open hand.

“Thanks.” Tony grinned up at him, knowing exactly why Bucky had done that, and loving it.

“Oh, I didn’t realize we had any military personnel here tonight. Or at least not any enlisted officers. What’s your name, soldier?” The man tossed up a mocking salute, and Bucky straightened to his full height, shoulders back, chin high, and held out his hand to shake.

“Master Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.” He said authoritatively, refraining from listing his company and unit. Since he was special ops, and really more black ops than special ops, his Master Sergeant Title was all he used when meeting new people.

“Oh my.” Reaching for Bucky’s hand, the man looked him over with a newly interested smirk. “A Master Sergeant. That’s lovely. I’m Justin Hammer, but I’m sure you knew that.”

“Ah. From Hammer Tech.” Bucky squeezed the slim hand resting in his own, until Hammer jerked away, covering the movement with a cough.

“That’s right. I’m sure you use a lot of my product. Keeping you boys-er, men- safe out there.”

“Your product and Starks as well.” Bucky replied evenly.

“So.” Hammer looked between the two of them. “When Tony is done bending your ear about all the new weapons he wants to sell you, why don’t you come find me? We won’t have to talk business at all.” He smiled in a way that he probably assumed was flirtatious, or at the very least engaging, but Bucky didn’t smile back.

“I’m sure I’ll be too busy. But I’ll let you know.”

“Tony.” Hammer brushed off the slight. “Let’s have dinner soon. I feel like we have lots to catch up on.”

“He’ll be too busy.” Bucky replied, in what Tony had dubbed his ‘Master Sergeant’ voice, and even the annoyingly oblivious Justin Hammer took a step back. “But he’ll let you know.”

“Sure. Sure.” Knowing when he was beat, Hammer turned and walked away, calling out to some
one else at the party.

“Well, he’s annoying.” Bucky said, setting his champagne glass down. “Are we still— uh, what? What’s wrong?”

Tony was staring, hands flexing at his side, chewing his bottom lip.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, starting to worry. “Was that not okay? I warned you I was going to mark my territory. Did you think I was kidding?” Tony didn’t answer, just kept watching him and Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly. “Say something, Tony.”

“I just… wow,  that whole Master Sergeant voice is like twice as interesting in person.”

Bucky’s blue eyes lit up, and he moved a little closer into Tony’s space. “Twice as interesting hm?”

“Yeah, we’re leaving right now.”

“Oh welcome back Mr. Stark. How was the evening?” The doorman asked politely, and Tony slowed down just long enough to answer.

“Great, thank you Matthew. Really made a difference, wrote a really big check.” With a quick grin at the man, Tony pushed Bucky towards the elevator. “Move your ass, soldier.”

The doors closed, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, loosening his tie.

“Really, Tony? AC/DC?” Bucky asked, dragging his fingers through his slicked back hair, listening with a half smile to the chords of Highway to Hell coming from the speakers.

“Bucky baby I live at the top of this damn building. You think I want to hear elevator music for ten minutes?” Tony took his tie off completely, unbuttoning his suit jacket and the top button of his shirt, breathing a quiet sigh of relief as he relaxed.

“Is that how long this ride takes?” Bucky glance around the elevator, eyeing the mirrored walls and tall ceiling.

“You know I’ve never counted actually, it’s probably really about two or three minutes, I just thought-OH!” Tony startled as Bucky pushed him against the wall, covering his mouth with a possessive kiss, sliding his tongue against Tony’s lips until he opened up, and Bucky groaned low in his throat.

“You are so gorgeous Tony.” He murmured, tasting and licking into Tony’s mouth eagerly, one big hand pinning Tony’s hips to the wall, the other stroking and running through his hair, messing up those perfect spikes, and tugging until Tony dropped his head farther back, opening wider beneath him. “That’s right, sweet thing, just like that.”

Wedging a thigh between his legs, Bucky swore softly when Tony ground down against him. “Just like that.” He was just reaching for the buttons of the white dress shirt, when the elevator slid to a stop, and the doors opened on a very surprised Pepper.

“Tony!” She looked away awkwardly while the men separated. “You aren’t supposed to be here. You were definitely supposed to stay long enough to give a speech and–”

“Bucky’s leaving tomorrow.” Tony interrupted. “Priorities, Pepper. Now really, be a dear and leave.”


Leave.” He repeated, and it was about firmest he’d ever been with her, so Pepper stood aside and waited politely until they’d exited the elevator, and then left.

The suite was quiet, and when Tony sent Bucky a look from under his lashes, the soldier burst out laughing.

“How is such a little woman so fierce?! I thought she was going to ground you!”

“She probably is. I’ll have to buy her something tomorrow.” Tony admitted, heading towards his bar. “Whiskey?”

“Please.” Bucky slid his dress jacket off his arms, setting it over a chair carefully. “I don’t know how you can drink champagne.”

“Quickly.” Tony said as he grabbed a few glasses. “And in great quantities. Only way to get through those charity dinners.”

“I can get on board with that.” Bucky reached for his glass and clinked it against Tony’s. “Here’s to good whiskey and gorgeous billionaires.”

Tony chuckled. “Nah, to hot soldiers who do risky things like show up unannounced on my doorstep.”

“To letters that take weeks to arrive and are worth every minute of waiting.” Bucky countered, and Tony moved around the bar to stand in front of him.

“To flirting without ever worrying it might not be okay.”

Bucky licked his lips and leaned closer. “To checking the ‘yes I like you’ box.”

“To hearing your voice every time I read your poetry.”

“To phone calls that keep me awake and smiling at night.”

Tony moved until their toes met, until their chests were just a hairsbreadth apart.

“To falling for someone without even seeing them.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened to a stormy ocean blue, his voice suddenly hoarse “Tony.”

Tony tipped his whiskey back and drained it, and Bucky did the same, setting the crystal glass back on the bar carefully.

“Can I take you to bed now?”
“Really Tony?”  Bucky asked, laughing, as they finally made it to the bedroom, and he got a look at Tony’s bed.  He picked Tony up off his now bare feet and tossed him right in the middle of a ridiculous amount of pillows.

“Hey, I warned you in advance about all my pillows!” Tony’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, his hair all over the place, and he started throwing them at the soldier, who managed to duck the first two and took a third right to his face. “Reflexes soldier boy! You should be faster than that!”

“I have other things on my mind than pillow fights, baby.” Bucky said with a wicked glint in his eye, and started stripping pillows from the bed as fast as he could, until all but two of them lay on the floor.

“Why do we need two?” Tony asked lazily, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. “I told you I’d just sleep on you.”

“I remember.” Bucky smiled wolfishly. “But we aren’t sleeping yet.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Tony laughed, and started pulling at his clothes faster. “Hurry up, Bucky Baby. You said I wouldn’t complain when I saw you na-na–jesus Christ.” He stuttered to a stop, hands frozen halfway down his shirt.

Bucky had turned his back, his white button up dropping off broad shoulders and down thick arms. Then he pushed the fitted dress pants off his narrow waist, over a muscular ass, and down long legs, kicking his shoes and socks off before turning back to the bed.

“Tony?” He queried, raising an eyebrow when he saw the brunette hadn’t moved.

“Um.” Tony shook his head. “I got nothing, Bucky. You're…”

“You alright?” Bucky took a step forward and that seemed to snap Tony from his daze.

“It’s fine. It’s just, have I told you yet how terrible you were at describing yourself to me? Because you left out all of–” he made a wide circular motion with his hands. “All of this. You neglected to mention all of this.”

“Is this a problem?”

“You’re not funny Bucky.” Tony said mildly, sitting up in his knees and greedily looking his fill. “We already went over that.”

“Oh that’s right.” Bucky sighed dramatically. “I remember now. I was going to leave the funny to you, and I’d take care of the flirting and making you blush?”

“Something like that.” Tony was practically leering, his eyes never moving above Bucky’s shoulders, his hands running restlessly over his own thighs, the thought of actually getting to touch that perfect body almost too much.

“I better get on that, then.” Bucky crawled up the bed, pressing into Tony until he shifted off his knees and onto his back on the pillow. “Hey.” Bucky’s smile was just short of predatory, his eyes dark, and Tony exhaled loudly.

“Hey there.”

“Can I take this off?” Bucky grasped the half open shirt, and Tony nodded, without breaking eye contact. “Thank you.” Bucky kissed him slowly, sweetly, and worked the rest of the buttons open until he could spread his hands against Tony’s chest. “Oh, oh sweet thing.” He touched each scar carefully, calloused fingers traveling over the raised, rough lines. “Look at how much of a fighter you are. You survived all this.”

“Looking like a pincushion.” Tony grumbled, then jumped in surprise when Bucky lowered his head and started mouthing over each mark, his tongue soothing the red edges. When his teeth scraped over the ones closest to his heart, Tony dug his fingers into Bucky’s hair, scratching at his scalp, forcing him closer and Bucky obliged, kissing and licking over every inch of pale skin beneath his hands.

“I like your scars. Beautiful. Survivor. Fighter. I could have lost you. I could have lost you before I even knew you, and I can’t deal with that thought.”
Tony closed his eyes against a rush of emotion, his hands tightening briefly in that long hair.
“Can we take these off too?” Bucky was playing with the closure on Tony’s slacks, and waited for a nod of consent before slipping them off and tossing them onto the floor. “There you are, honey, now I can see you.”

He settled between Tony’s legs, rocking forward just enough to make both of them curse out loud when their cocks rubbed together, separated only by two thin pairs of briefs.

“Goddamnit I’m so hard for you, baby.” Bucky buried his face in Tony’s neck. “This is so perfect.”
Tony didn’t reply, too busy trying to catch his breath, the heavy welcome weight of Bucky lying against him from shoulders to calves. He traced lines over the strong shoulders, down to the dimples that sat so low on his back, then back up, pressing as close as he could to the soldier.

“I want to be as close to you as I can.” He finally said, and Bucky raised his head enough to stare deep into his eyes.

“Do you want me, Tony? Do you want to have me? Because you can. You can take me. Tell me how you want me.” He smiled slowly when Tony’s mouth opened, a rush of red flooding his cheeks.


“Of course.” Bucky ground down against him, chuckling quietly when Tony’s eyes fluttered closed.

“But on the phone–”

“Yeah, I talked about being inside you, baby, but that was just one time. We can do this however you want. ”

“That’s what I want.” Tony decided. “Like how-how you said on the phone. Want you inside-inside me.”

“Sure thing, sweet thing.” Bucky promised, and started moving again, working his way down all the lean muscles below him, first his hands, then his mouth moving lower until he could hook his fingers in the waistband of Tony’s briefs. “I half expected these to be camo.” He teased and Tony shrugged, watching with hooded eyes as Bucky started pulling them down his legs.

“Next time. Next time I’ll wear camo underwear for you.”

“You better.” Bucky’s voice went low and breathy. “Can I taste you, Tony?”

He didn’t wait for an answer this time, barely giving Tony a second to realize what he’d asked before licking a long line up Tony’s length, swirling over the head before taking as much as he could into his mouth.

“Bucky, jesus fucking–!” Tony’s whole body jerked and he grabbed Bucky’s head, fingers tangling in his hair.

“You trying to pull me away, or push me down, sugar?” Bucky asked with a soft groan, scraping his teeth just barely over the satiny soft skin, wrapping one hand around the thick base and stroking slowly.

“I-don’t-know.” Tony said through clenched teeth, thrusting helplessly between those red lips. “Just don’t stop. No wait, stop. Dammit Bucky, I can’t …” he took a deep breath, throwing an arm over his eyes, trying to get his body back under control.

Bucky had backed off the second Tony had said ‘stop’, watching him carefully, giving him a chance to cool down. “Alright?” He asked after a minute and Tony nodded, pulling at him until Bucky slid back up between his legs.

“Not gonna last like that.” Tony admitted and Bucky’s lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

“I barely got started though, baby. Just wanted to taste you a little.”

“Yeah well, I’m not 20 anymore.” Tony replied, working his fingers into Bucky’s thick hair and tugging him down for a kiss. “Only gonna do this once tonight and I want it to be with you.”

“We should test that theory.” Bucky argued, nipping soft kisses and little bites down Tony’s throat. “It’s been a while for me sweet thing, I bet we could do this twice without even trying.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t do this again first thing in the morning and again before you leave.” Tony’s breath was coming faster and Bucky sucked a light bruise over his pulse point. “Just that the first time should be–”

“I know.” Bucky raised his head until their foreheads touched. “I want it to be together too.” He picked up Tony’s hand, letting it rest on his neck, waiting until Tony’s eyes widened. “Feel that?”

“Yeah.” Tony licked his lips. “Our hearts are racing together.”
He barely caught the gentle smile crossing Bucky’s face before the soldier kissed him again, slotting their lips together, their tongues licking, sliding in each other’s mouths.
Bucky kept working his hand up and over Tony’s cock, dragging a thumb over the drooling slit, humming contentedly every time Tony’s body shuddered beneath him.

“Can I–” he ran his other hand down Tony’s back, over the curve of his cute butt, fingers catching and pressing against his tight entrance. “Like this? Or not yet?”

“Absolutely. Yes, yes, Like this.” Tony reached with one hand to dig in his drawer, finding the small bottle of lube and dropping it on the bed. Bucky reached for it, the mood in the room changing to something more heated now that permission had been given. He uncapped the lid and coated his fingers.

“Spread your legs for me.” Bucky sat up on his knees between Tony’s legs, and his eyes lighting when Tony moaned and shifted against him. “Spread them wider.” He instructed, watching the blush climb Tony’s neck and face when his voice dropped lower, rougher. “Make enough room for me, that’s it baby, see you remember. That’s so good sweetheart.” He encouraged when Tony bent his knee, letting his other leg fall open so Bucky could move inside him, first one then two fingers when Tony gasped and pushed down against him. “Just like we did over the phone, yeah? Is this how you looked, then? Just hard and open and wishing I was right here?” Bucky scissored his fingers slowly, working him open as gently as he could. “Did you touch yourself like this when we were on the phone?”

“Not then, no. You didn’t tell me to.” Bucky’s eyes nearly glazed over at the thought of Tony obeying him and Tony shook his head. “You’re the first in a long time, babe.” He reached down, stroking himself a few times, huffing a laugh when a strangled noise came from Bucky’s chest.

“Jesus.” Bucky muttered. “It’s like I was in control for three seconds, but as soon as you move, or talk, I’m just helpless against you. How do you do that to me? Why does the fact that I’m your first in a long while just…”

“I know.” Tony agreed quietly, and reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Now come on. Don’t make a guy wait. You’re already halfway there.”

Bucky eased himself from Tony’s body, reaching back for his pants for a condom, missing the relieved look Tony sent him for not having to even ask.

“Are you ready? Or do I need to–” Bucky slipped two fingers back inside him, adding a third and Tony gritted his teeth. “And for the record,” Bucky twisted his fingers hard, searching for the bundle of nerves deep inside that would make Tony–

“AH!!” Tony’s whole body tightened, and he clenched his fists in the sheets.

“For the record,” Bucky repeated, “having my fingers inside you is no where near being halfway there.”
He unwrapped the condom, rolling it down his erection, adding more lube as he readied himself. “Ready, baby?”

Tony nodded, closing his eyes when he felt thick hot heavy pushing into him. “Yes yes yes yes.”

Bucky came into him slowly carefully, trying not to hurt Tony, but he knew it was a lot, he was a lot,  so he  peppered kisses all over Tony’s face and chest, trying to soothe him, trying to distract him.

Tony could have screamed as his body stretched around Bucky, the burn so sharp it was borderline painful, but just when he thought he couldn’t handle any more, Bucky stopped, laying down over him and kissing him apologetically.

“Sorry baby.” He whispered over and over. “I’m big, I know, I’m sorry, I should have gone slower, or warmed you up more or-”

“Bucky.” Tony said through clenched teeth, and he looked up, blue eyes worried. “If you don’t get me off in some spectacular fashion after teasing me all night I’m gonna kick your giant ass out of my bed. Start. Moving. Now.

Bucky laughed, relieved. “You alright, then?”

“Well, I believe you about the whole “not being halfway there” thing.” Tony snarked, then rocked his hips, and a groan punched out of Bucky’s chest. “Move, soldier.”  

“Sure thing, sweet thing.”

He stretched out over him, every roll of his body a long slow stroke in and out that had Tony whimpering and scratching at his back, urging him on for more more more. Bucky just rested their foreheads together, grasping Tony’s wrists together in one big hand and holding them above his head.
“When you take me-” his voice was low, nearly a growl, and Tony shivered, arms flexing as he tried to break Bucky’s hold. “No, baby I’m definitely stronger than you.” He scolded gently, never stopping the rhythm inside him. “When you take me you can set the pace, until then…”
He pushed as far as he could into Tony, until their hips ground together, until their chests touched. “Let’s take our time.”

Leaving Tony’s hands above his head, Bucky ran his fingers down the lean thighs, gripping behind his knees to pull them higher, until he could run his thumb along the arch of Tony’s foot. “Right here, sweet thing.” He placed Tony’s foot against his shoulder, opening his lover up ever farther. “That’s perfect.”

The new angle dragged his cock across Tony’s sweet spot every time he rocked forward, and Bucky slowly picked up his pace, until Tony forgot to leave his hands up and was holding Bucky as close as he could, until Tony forgot that Bucky was in charge and was thrusting back up against him, until Tony forgot anything other than his soldiers name, and he said it over and over and over until Bucky reached down to hold him, jerking him roughly, twisting over the head of Tony’s cock until Tony dropped his head back and screamed his pleasure out.

“Yes, yes Tony, sweet heart, sweet thing, that’s so good.”
Bucky praised, pulling Tony’s foot from his shoulder to wrap around around his waist. “So good honey. Keep going, as long as you need.” He never stopped moving, never stopped touching him, not until Tony’s torso was streaked with white and he was flinching, too sensitive to continue.
When Tony finally started coming down, started recovering, he pushed back into each thrust, grunting when Bucky shifted over him moved harder, chasing his own edge now.

“Come on, babe take what you need.” He urged, “take it soldier, I’m right here.”

“Tony.” Bucky sealed their mouths together in a long kiss, hammering into Tony’s body, pinning the smaller man to the bed.
Tony pushed him on, egged him on, dragging his fingers down Bucky’s chest, stroking over his own slowly re-stiffening erection, groaning each time Bucky filled him, eyes rolling closed when he pulled out, feeling every inch of that thick cock dragging through him.

Bucky watched every emotion cross Tony’s face, listened to every gasp and pant, and fell deeper in love with every passing second. “Tony.” He whispered. “Sweet thing, I–I–”

Tony’s eyes flashed, something unreadable, and he covered Bucky’s mouth with his hand gently.

“I know. Me too. I promise.”

Bucky nodded, brushing a kiss into Tony’s palm and dropped his head, breath coming harder as his pleasure started spiking.

“Close, baby.” He murmured and Tony wove his fingers into his hair, pulling him down, forcing him closer.

“Come on. Come on I’m ready for you.”

Bucky pressed his lips over the scar on Tony’s heart, and it was only a few strokes later that he was coming, buried as deep as he could be inside Tony’s body, his breath nearly a growl as he panted through his orgasm. Tony’s eyes fluttered closed, a thrum of satisfaction, pride from his soldier inside him, making him tremble, wringing another soft groan from Bucky’s chest as Tony’s body tightened beneath him, around him.

“Beautiful.” He managed, after several minutes, when he could see straight again. “Tony this is– you are–”

He kissed him tenderly, almost desperately, and Tony just wrapped his arms around him and kissed him right back.


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Review - 13x17

Hey guys,

This is @jordan202 and from now, I’ll be using this channel for episode reviews. Once again, I am going to try and tackle all the asks you’ve been sending to me about the episode, what I thought of it and where Omelia stands at this very moment.

On a general note, I think this was perhaps one of the most heartbreaking episodes where Omelia is concerned. I think we finally got to see a lot of stuff being put out there, stuff both Owen and Amelia really needed to voice and let out. The issues they laid on the ground are very serious but at the same time, they are fixable. I believe that realization is always the first step to progress and that’s what they did in this episode. Owen and Amelia both realized where each other stand and I think that was the first step towards a better place for the two of them.

One side note I can’t leave out is the amazing portrayal of both characters by KMK and CS. They were simply stunning. World class acting by both, CS especially. If there is a silver lining to all this angst, it’s definitely seeing those two in action.

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anonymous asked:

Can you guys stop with all the shipping and sexualization of straight men with each other

What? Shipping and sexualization of straight men?? I don’t get why you sent this to me but first of all you can’t say that all the men from nanbaka are straight like they could be bi/pan/gay for all you know. Second of all you can’t tell people to not ship two guys together just because you think they are straight just like you think they are straight some might think they are gay/bi/pan. And that is fine people are allowed to have their own ideas of what they think a character’s sexuality is. People can ship two guys together there is nothing wrong with that as long as they don’t attack other people who don’t ship or like their ship. If you don’t like that people ship two guys together because you think they are straight then I don’t know what to say like sorry but you can tell people what to ship.

HR Wells x Reader Useful Somehow

Imagine cheering HR up whenever he attempts to be useful…

Another failed attempt.

You watched as HR quietly retreated from the cortex, disheartened. The team had gone back to discussing ways of stopping a Metalhead, the new meta in town. They shot down every idea HR proposed, thinking it to be moronic and a waste of time.

Poor guy. He really was trying his hardest to fit in. To prove that he doesn’t need to be a genius scientist to be useful. HR had his moments where his ideas did work.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go get some stuff. I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself. You exited the cortex and walked around looking for the talkative novelist. He wasn’t in Cisco’s workshop or the coffee room. So where was he?

You started going through all the rooms quietly like a ninja, not wanting to startle HR in case you actually find him. After going through a couple rooms, you ending up opening a vacantly dim-lit room. You saw HR sitting on a chair, his back turned to you. You carefully walked up to him, contemplating on announcing your presence. You gently wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your chin on his shoulder. You felt him tense up, turning his head slightly catching sight of you. He visibly relaxed and leaned into your touch.

“Are you ok?”

He let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly. The once cheerful and overly enthusiastic man became a broken child. “Am I really that useless?”

You let go of him and went to stand infront of his seated figure. You placed your small hands on the sides of his face, bringing it close to yours. “You are not useless. You helped Jesse with Savitar, and found a weakness that we need to take him down. To save Iris and everyone.”

He nodded a little. You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. He gripped your hips pulling you to him and kissing back. You let him feel loved, even appreciated. Like he actually mattered to you. And He did matter to you. Everyday you wanted to see his contagious smile that lit up your day. He broke the kiss, letting his forehead rest on yours. He smiled warmly at you, one that caused you to reciprocate the action.

“Thank you.”

I need opinions

You should all know at this point that I love The Mean Marquis and am very proud of it. However, there are a few parts that I feel that I rushed. So I’m going to add to it in my spare time and if you’re interested I will post the updated version for you to enjoy. So please let me know if you’d be interested in an even longer version of it!


Fin Fang Foom is here… and it doesn’t seem like Devil Dino is F2P friendly… what were the odds… sigh.

Hercules, this fucking guy asks for 22 Golden Pterodactyls. TWENTY. TWO. YOU KNOW WHO TO BLAME.

Fin Fang Foom is taking it like a Real Boss now, he can fight both the giant Mech (Which looks awesome in its final form, nice work Tony!) And our fighters at the same time. You only need to beat him 5 times for the Shards though.

Like last time, there’s a new set of scrolls, yellow ones, so start gathering those up!

Lastly… There’s all kinds of weird stuff in the store to make things easier… I guess. Woo? I’m just gonna wait and pray for a Currency crate after they threw in TWO Premium crates.

Hey, this is different than my always-posted comics! 

Ahoy guys, gals, & non-binary pals! In light of recent events I’m embarking on a unique endeavor and I need your help! You guys have all been really great to me thus far (and don’t worry, nothing changes at all with the comics, that all stays the same!) and I thought you could be really helpful with getting this off the ground too. This is the only time I will post about the Human Thought Collective here, so follow the project @human-thought-collective! 

The concept is simple: I’m aiming to showcase honest pieces of the human experience, without anyone having to worry about someone finding out “they” said it. A personal, entirely honest, art experiment, that anyone and everyone can participate in. Not only are you able to share your own biggest regret & biggest hope, but you are also able to read and relate to everyone else who has decided to share.  

Here’s where you come in: The Human Thought Collective is being shared right here for the first time, this means I need you to share with the people you know, too (like kind of a lot)! & please send your biggest regret & biggest hope to the address listed above, I have a lot of hope in this, I hope you do too. 

Send me a message, anonymous or not, if you have anything you’d like to say or ask about this, I’d love to talk!