the clothes whisperer,

skullmuffet  asked:

Uh... not to sound pervy or anything, but it might be bad if you catch a cold Souda, so you should also take your clothes *whispering* and by the way try not to stare too much...

*turns to Souda wearing only his underwear* Hmm? Tamer of Automation? You are not going to shed your armor too?


I-I’m going to ! Just let me prepare myself !!


Prepare?


Oh fuck it… *takes off his clothes*


*already sitting near the fire, eyes closed*


*mutters* Tch…So I’m the only one who is nervous?

You’ll always have a home- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?

Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what

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The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation.
“I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did.
 I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night.
Obviously, it was time to investigate.
And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon.
“Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag.
“We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with.
“No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out.
“Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions.
“Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school.
“Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look.
“Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily.
“Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “
“it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!”
“Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time.
“hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in.
Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie.
“I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him.
“Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern.
“It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an important thing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this.
“Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything.
Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind.
“Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage.
“Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone.
“I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.”
“That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again.
“Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger.
“Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office.
“Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy.
The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth.
“Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to.
“Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face.
“Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.”
“Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment.
“Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck.
Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them.
“Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “
“I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I.
“Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye.
“Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth.
“Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear.
“For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me.
“The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen.
We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils.
“Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.”
“You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle.
“Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood.
“No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side.
“Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside.
 I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe.
I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it.
“They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.”
“Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face.
“Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious.
“So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus.
“I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved.
Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy.
“Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on.
“When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead.
Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out.
“What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me.
“I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have a home.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder.
“Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him.
“Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle.
“And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.
“Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat.
“Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.”
“Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner.
“Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly.
“No, Jughead, I- “
“I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table.
“So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him.
“Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide.
“You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his.
He would always have a home, and it would be with me.

anonymous asked:

Sheith prompt after Keith finds Shiro (from the first episode of the show)

There should be a difference – in the air, in the shadows of his shack, in the damn electromagnetic field of the entire world – but it’s all self-contained. Shiro’s back. That single thought tumbles around in Keith’s head, disbelief warring with overwhelming joy; jarring uncertainty tussling with itchy relief. The numbness Keith has grown accustomed to over the last year, the quiet lull of his heart and the scratchy hum of his breathing, has been overtaken by static. His skin tingles, as though tiny pins and needles poke at him restlessly. He rubs his palms over his thighs, freezing when Shiro shifts on the couch. Everything returns to stillness. Keith licks his lips.

He scoots forward, enough that his knees disappear under the couch and his stomach nearly touches the thin cushions. Shiro’s face remains blank, quiet in a drug induced sleep, and Keith drinks his fill. The scar is new. Hair too. The skin and the muscles and the lines around Shiro’s mouth; the darkness bubbling beneath his eyes and the slight broken jaggedness of Shiro’s nose. All minute differences. Underneath, it’s still Shiro. Keith clenches his fingers around his knees, sucks in a quick breath and holds it. He dares not blink. Shiro exhales and Keith follows.

He mimics the rhythm of Shiro’s breathing, drops his chin to the couch to continue his vigil. Somewhere behind him, the trio that had intercepted the rescue mission sleep. In front of him is all that matters. Shiro’s lashes swoop low over his cheekbones. The pinpricking sensation increases.

When the first edges of pink begin to lighten the world, Shiro stirs. Keith straightens, his entire body tingling, his throat scratchy, his eyes dry. He hadn’t blinked. Shiro groans, gaze darting up to Keith’s face, and for a single moment there is no recognition. Keith stills. Shiro squeezes his eyes closed before opening them once more, gaze sticking on Keith’s. His smile kicks Keith’s heart into high gear.

“Hey, Keith,” Shiro says hoarsely, quietly, adoringly.

The dam breaks.


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Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!


You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.
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You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.

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You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

The Ice Cream Date

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing (NSFW)

Word Count: 2157

Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.

Originally posted by bovaria

Originally posted by oshitwhysoserious

“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with a grin as she turned to look at me.

“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.

“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.

“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.

“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a different type of sexual act or position.

“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.

“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,” Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda. I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.

“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back to me.

“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either. Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully hovering over me on the couch.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of the common room.

“Problem solved,” Nat added happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.


I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot. “Ready?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the elevator.

Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.

“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.

“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.

“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.

“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.


“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I moved to grab napkins.

“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I would have taken him then and there.

“Yeah – that’s probably for the best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to Stark Tower.


We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”

“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.

Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.

“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

“But Bucky…” I complained.

“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed me on his bed.

“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down – lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.

“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.  

“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its hardened mound and sucking softly.

“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from my breast.

“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for him to remove my shorts.

“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.

“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread across his face.

“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”

“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.

“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.

“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?” he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.

“Buck,” I moaned again.

“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.

“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my legs open wider.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?” he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.

He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down – causing just the right amount of friction.

“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him – my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before laying beside me.

He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”


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so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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Make me beg (smut)

Warning: Smut, teasing

Taehyung X Reader

Words: 1680

Based on this request.

A/N: I’m sorry I’m taking too long to answer the requests but school is taking all my time


Originally posted by btstaehyunged

“You want me to do what?” Taehyung chuckled at your request. You didn’t ask anything weird. Just one thing. You wanted him to beg. To beg for your touch. Beg for you. But of course he would reject it. He was always a dom. You were the one who always begged, who was always whimpering. You just wanted to see what it would look like for you to have him begging. To see what a Sub!Taehyung looked like.

 ”Come on, Tae. I just wanna feel what you feel” you complained, “I don’t want you to beg beg, I just… I don’t know, just please let’s try”.

 “I’m the dom here, baby. Deal with that. Besides, you feel pleasure however we fuck” he said. Asshole. You always tried new things with him, why couldn’t he just do this little favor?

 “Fuck, Taehyung, I’m not asking you anything impossible” you complained.

 “Y/N, I will never beg for your touch. You’re the one who will” he said. What an audacity. He said never?

 You couldn’t let that go. You had to make him beg. And you would.

 “Fine. If you will not beg for good, then go for bad” you said and rolled around to sleep.


Of course you wanted to fuck with him. Of course you wanted him. But after what he said that night, you would hold yourself back. And you knew that later or sooner, he would become horny. He still didn’t know what you were planning. But he would know.

 “Baby, are you in home?” Taehyung had just arrived from practice, of course he was tired, and if he didn’t want to sleep, he would want to make love to you.

 “I’m here” you called him from upstairs. You heard his steps getting closer till your bedroom’s door got opened. You were only on your - his- t-shirt and panties. He sighed at your sight and walked towards you. You got up and met him, hugging him and pecking him on his lips.

 “Hey, baby” you greeted him. He smiled down at you and placed his lips onto yours softly. You let him guide you onto the bed till your back hit the mattress and his weight was over you. Occasionally, the kiss became hungrier; you could already feel his erection growing against your clothed pussy. He were about to go further when you stopped him.

 You stood up and looked at him.

 “You’re not fucking me tonight. Not tomorrow. You’ll have what you want when you beg for it” you said. He chuckled as his eyes darkened and stood up. He walked towards you and you slowly walked back, his hands gripping your waist and pressing you against the wall. He leaned in and whispered on your ear.

 “Well, I think we won’t fuck for a few days, then” he said and got into the bathroom. Let’s see.


You were showering and when you got out and saw your naked body in front of the mirror, you had an idea. Taehyung was outside in your bedroom watching some TV, laying onto the bed. You were going to tease him. It was the perfect opportunity. You fixed your wet hair and got out from the bathroom, pretending not to see him. You walked towards the closet – that was beside the TV desk and started “looking” for your clothes. When you found it, you bent over to grab your panties and you accidentally let your towel fall from your body, exposing your butt for Taehyung. You could hear him muffling a choke. Well done.

 “Ah, I’m sorry” you said before grabbing the tower and getting back into the bathroom.


 It had been already 4 days since you and Taehyung had fucked and you were starting to think that that was ridiculous. You were getting horny. But you were not the one suffering, Taehyung was as well. Occasionally you could hear him jerking himself off in the bathroom when you were “sleeping”. When he arrived from the practice or something, he was always trying to make you change your mind and beg for him. But you weren’t making that easy for him too; you were teasing him as well. You made sure to kiss him all the time and touch his dick, or cuddle and rub your butt against his crotch. You’re strong, Y/N.


  “Why don’t you just give up and beg? You’re good at this. Come on, Y/N, you know you want it too. You know you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours” Taehyung said as he was playing kisses down your jawline, both of you laying onto the couch.  You pushed him away, but only to make him lay on his back and go over him, straddling his hips, making sure to rub against his clothed dick. You leaned in and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip and earning a moan from him.

 “You know you’re suffering as well” you whispered, licking his earlobe, “and this time you are the one who will beg” you said.

   Taehyung was on the practice and it had been one week since you last fucked. Shit, just forget it, Y/N. This is bullshit. One week without fucking? Huh. No you couldn’t give up. You would make him beg that day. You decided to go upstairs and get into your best lingerie. You did lay onto the bed and grabbed your cellphone, putting it on the front camera.

 “This is me thinking about you, baby” you whispered to the camera as it started recording. You bit your lip and started touching your boobs, squeezing it harshly the way he always did. You let out a low moan as you teased your own nipple under your bra, knowing it would make him crazy. You slowly lowered your hand till it reached your panties, circling your clothed clit. You closed your eyes in pleasure, imagining it was Taehyung’s hands. You managed to take off your panties and record it as well. Then, you did spread your legs and started fingering you easily, you were already wet. You placed the camera in a strategic point, letting the camera get all the sight of your pussy.

 When you were done, you sent it to him. This will be the end for him. Slowly, still on your bra and no panties, you fell asleep.

You woke up hearing the front door being loudly closed. You would have gone scared if you hadn’t heard his voice.

 “Y/N!” Taehyung screamed for you as his voice got closer. He opened the bedroom door, revealing an already shirtless-tae and eyes widening at the sight of your semi clothed body.

 “Fuck” he whispered and walked towards you, losing his pants on the way so he was only on his boxers.

 “What the fuck?” you gasped as he opened your legs apart and placed himself between your legs.

 “Do you have idea of what you did? I was erect all day! Because of you!” he screamed at you. Fucking hell. His eyes were full of lust, lust and lust.

 “Well… You can have all this… You just have to beg” you said teasingly.

  “Please, let me fuck you, I miss the feeling of your tight little cunt around my cock, I miss how you moan for me, I miss everything. Please just let me fuck you here and now, rough and fast” he whispered.

You had never ever seen him begging. Even more like that. You liked it. You got wet by the sec he said that.

 You got free from him and made him lay on his back.

 “I’ll give you what you want” you said and crashed your lips on his. His hands immediately found your butt, and you happily let him touch it. God you missed his touch so much. You traveled down, kissing his jawline and his neck, sucking his soft skin. He let out a low groan when your tongue made contact with his stomach. Your hands started massaging his inner thighs as your lips teased his clothed erect dick. He let out a low groan with your teasing. You took off his boxers, licking your lips when you saw his tip was dripping with pre-cum.

 “Do you want me to suck you, huh?” you asked.

 “Fuck, Y/N” he groaned. You pumped him a few times in a slow pace, soon leaned in and licked his tip. He wrapped his fingers on your hair and you slapped his hand.

 “No touching, baby” you said and spread his juice on his entire length. His head was almost purple, he was like a stone.

 “For god sakes, Y/N! Do something!” he complained. Fuck that was so hot. You took him into your mouth, letting your tongue touch all it could. He let out a loud moan at the feeling. That time, you let his fingers grab your hair, letting him control your speed. You managed to deep-throat him and gagged a little, but he liked it. He liked to hear you gagging around his cock.

 At determinate moment, you stopped sucking him, but only to take off your panties. You were fucking wet. You just wanted to get fucked already.  You laid on your back beside him.

 “Do me, Tae” you said. You had already got what you wanted, but nothing made you wet like him. He knew exactly where your spots were. He knew how to make you cum. And you were going to get it.

 He placed himself between your legs and pushed in, not letting you adjust. And you didn’t need to, you were soaked. He started thrusting in an already fast pace, pounding into you roughly. You fingernails started scratching his back, moaning loudly.

 “Fuck, Tae!” you screamed.

 “Did you miss it? You missed my cock? Fuck, you made me beg for it” he said between groans. Your walls started clenching around his dick, it hitting your g-spot in every thrust.

 It didn’t take long for you to cum, he followed you soon after.

  “I think I’ve to make you beg more often” you said.

“IN LOVE WITH A GHOST” [listen here] 
           
→ songs about a green ghost and his sweaty

TRACKLIST
Genghis Khan - Miike Snow
Do You - Spoon
Ghost (Oliver Nelson Remix) - Ella Henderson
Come Around - Cole Sipe
Love You Madly - Cake
Drugs - Private Island
Infinity - Ark Patrol
Finally - Trevor Wesley
Ghosting - Mother Mother
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
We’re Beautiful - ABSRDST & Diveo
Careless Whisper (YeahRight! Remix) - George Michael

anonymous asked:

Every time i see that new art where Victor has his hat backwards with his fringe out the front I think of CF Victor???? Then my mind swaps out that plaid jacket for frat gear lol I thought u should know love your fics <3

Let’s see what it would look like if we swapped those plaid jackets (original image here) with Psi Omega Iota (from centripetal force) letter jackets….

Isn’t A Dream

Characters:  Dean x Reader x Sam

Summary:  No plot.  Literally zero.  This is straight up porn. With both Winchesters (no wincest).

Word Count:  2704

Warnings:  A whole lotta fuckin’.

Tags are at the bottom.  There is still room on my Forever Tag List, you can add yourself here.  Thanks!

Originally posted by mockingbbird

Isn’t A Dream

This isn’t a dream.

This is really happening.

Dean’s lips are soft and pliant against my willing mouth. Sam’s kisses skim the delicate skin below my earlobe, his hair dusting my collarbone.  

Sam’s mouth travels upward, his warm breath tickling when he whispers into my ear. “Do you trust us?”

My heart skips a beat but it knows the answer. The answer is yes. Implicitly. There isn’t a person alive or dead that I trust more than the Winchesters.

“Yes.” The word rolls of my tongue and vibrates against Dean’s mouth, which turns up into a sexy grin when he hears my answer, his green eyes sparkling.

Sam’s chuckle is throaty, rumbling in his chest. I tilt my head and turn to look at him and once again, I can’t believe this is really happening. Dean reaches up a finger and hooks it under my chin, directing my gaze back to his. Perhaps a competition for my affections is brewing. I can’t say the idea doesn’t thrill me.

“We’re going to take good care of you, (Y/N).” Dean says it like a promise with a hint of threat. It sends a wave of lust from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

“Hell yeah, we are,” Sam reaffirms Dean’s promise. Sam loosens the knot on the tie at the base of his throat while Dean lifts the hem of my shirt. His hand caresses my skin as he works the shirt up and over my head.

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anonymous asked:

"Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn't do this again. Baby please wake up."

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby please, wake up”

“Baby please wake up, you promised you wouldn’t do this again. Baby, please just open your eyes for me” I begged once again, as if he could actually hear it.

I wanted to scream at him, grab his shoulders and shake some life into him. Hell, if he wasn’t already fighting for his life, I would kill him myself for doing this to me.

To all of us.

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masturbate + mgc

(gif made by the lovely @punksos​ x)

> synopsis ~ best friend michael walks in on u masturbating, and well… u get what happens next
> word count ~ 3280
> requested? ~ no
requests are sent in here // masterlist


You kicked the duvet off yourself and pushed your hair away from your forehead, catching the mirror of the moon on the line of your wrist. It began with a little thought at 11PM – just a salacious bedtime story for you to fall asleep. You expected it to remain as such, until the thought swelled into something a lot more, swelled directly into the pit of your stomach, and between your thighs. It would’ve been an easy job done, any other day. It would’ve only taken you to shuffle off your pyjama bottoms and spread yourself across the mattress, but there was a problem. There was Michael.

Michael slept in the room beside you, probably fast asleep as the night shied into 3AM. You were caught up watching a film, and before you knew, it was too late for him to head home. The walls were paper thin, which meant he would probably hear every sound you make if you were to try and relieve yourself. Your stomach tightened its knot once you let the whisper of his image into your mind. He would be shirtless, as he slept – entwined in your bed sheets, bed sheets that you have slept in before. You hoped he knew – you hoped your scent was still on the pillow, and touched his naked chest and kissed his sleeping face. You knew yourself he wouldn’t think so profoundly about every little thing about you as you did him. He was the goddamn reason you couldn’t sleep – the secret you kept to yourself as you dreamed of him pressing his lips down in places he’d never seen of yours.

Staring up at the ceiling, you bite your lip, playing with the waistband of your pyjamas and snapping it against your hipbone. It was one swift movement, when you pulled them off your ankles and opened your legs up, leaving your cheeks flushed, your thighs smeared with your own wetness, and the air from the window cracked ajar erupting hairs across your lower half. You told yourself you wouldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t – it was too risky, having him less than five large strides away from your room. It was funny how you persisted to tell yourself not to, while your fingers teased down past your navel and between your thighs.

When your middle finger met your clit, your teeth met your bottom lip. It was already wet, from dragging up from your slit, and you sighed, reaching your arm beneath your pillow as you stretched into your own touch. Michael swept into your mind behind your closed eyes, how the softness of his voice could be lulling you into a state of daze. You released the tension you held over your clit and flicked the pad of your finger over the small bud, your riposte a buck of the hips and a strung out whine. Pushing your face into the pillow, you slid your finger across your slit, biting your lip and shutting your eyes as you curled a digit into yourself. Holding your breath, you thrust your finger in and out slowly, then picked up pace once you were wet enough to let you put another in if you wanted. A deep pump choked a thick moan out of you, and having moved your head from the pillow, it fell into you room – open, lewd, and shameless.

You didn’t bother to hide yourself, and the dream of Michael consumed you hard enough for you to nearly pull the sheets off your bed in your delight. Moving your finger out from inside you, a dull sense of pleasure blossomed into your stomach, and your eyes half-lidded opened to meet your bedroom door – now swung open completely in contrast to the small crack you left before – with Michael, standing with a thumb hanging out of the pocket in his sweatpants and an expression you couldn’t quite read in the darkness. Your cheeks felt hot, and you froze, brain not working quick enough to pull the duvet over your naked legs.

“Michael, what the fuck?” you finally said after a while, and he shook his head, reaching over and turning on the light. It sent your eyes out of focus, but you ripped the duvet of yourself and held it there. An eyebrow raised, an amused grin spread his lips. You couldn’t look him in the eye. That couldn’t have just happened. Oh, my God. “Don’t you knock? The door was closed!”

“I heard you saying my name.” He offered a one armed shrug, leaning against your doorway and gracing his gaze on you, unmoving. You kept your head turned, mostly so he couldn’t see the sweat shining over your warm face. He stepped into your room, and closed the door. “Now, you’ve woken me up.”

You closed your eyes, inhaled, and placed your hand on the crown of your forehead, trying to calm your breathing as much as you could. His voice was so soft. It was sleepy and gentle, words slurring over each other and clashing, although his gaze was wide and awake. He ambled over, and sat on the bed, right beside your legs, which were luckily hidden beneath the quilt. You tried making yourself feel better of the situation at hand. Everyone masturbates. It’s normal. Michael probably got walked in on by someone, too. Just, unfortunately, not you.

“Go to bed, Michael.” You leaned over to pick up your pyjama bottoms from the side of the bed, right beside where the bed dipped in favour of Michael. He touched your waist, and you were close enough to him to hear him release a deep breath once his fingers met your spine. Your hand trembled when it fell on top of your missing clothes, and you turned your face; his breath met your cheek. “Michael…”

“Y/N.” He moved closer, managing to wrap his arm around you, now. His nose bumped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, smelling the sleep and shower gel clinging to his skin. Your hand faltered by your pyjama bottoms, and you rested it somewhere nearby – which happened to be Michael’s thigh. You nearly moved it away, but he kept it there with his own hand. “Come on. I heard you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. You had your finger all pressed up in your–”

“Michael,” you stopped him, but didn’t shift from his grip. “You can’t – don’t tease me like this.”

An airy laugh left his mouth. “You’re getting wet again, aren’t you?” The hand he had atop yours released, and he found your bare leg beneath the covers. It travelled to spread your knees, and you shivered under his cold hands. “I want to touch you, Y/N. I wanna make you feel better than you thought I could.”

You pursed your lips as his hand slid up your calf and touched the soft skin on your thigh. “Please. If you aren’t going to finish me off, don’t make me want you to.”

He laughed gently, the sound rumbling from his throat into a quiet breath. “Who said I wasn’t going to?”

When you turned your head, you kissed. It was impulsive. It was hot. Your hand moved up his neck and into his hair, like you knew your way around him perfectly without a second thought. His thumbs pushed your face up so he wouldn’t spend a single second not kissing you, and your mind was consumed with him. You remembered earlier in the evening, when it begun to rain, and the windows were covered in teary drops, how you sat so close to him, with your fingers barely touching, and neither of you daring to look away from the screen and at each other. It was an immature game you played, where you couldn’t admit to something as simple as a little crush, and now you were in your bed, spread across the mattress with the same boy holding you. Pushing the duvet away from the two of you, he shifted between your legs, parting from your mouth to peer down at your bare hips on his clothed.

“Jesus,” he whispered, and lifted up the hem of your shirt so he could run his fingers over the soft flesh of your stomach. Shivering, you inhaled, the scent of yourselves mixed together flooding you. His fingers, as usual, were cold, and pressed carefully and unfamiliarly across your body. His eyes flicked up to meet yours – green and dancing, rejoicing at the sight of you. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to be this close to you? Hmm?”

He slid both hands to the back of your thighs, and gripped you close to him, his mouth finding the column of your throat and embellishing it with wet kisses that made your head twirl. You sighed, whether out of delight or pure relief of having Michael here, you weren’t sure, and said, “too long.”

His lips met the flesh between your jaw and your throat, and you took in a sharp breath, your hand travelling up the muscles across his back and playing with the shirt covering them. Cupping your hips, you felt him smile against your skin, and you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, too. This is Michael, you reminded yourself, stretching your arms out across the mattress and closing your eyes, feeling him move away from your neck before capturing your mouth for a kiss once again. This is all you’ve wanted, and more. You didn’t need to tell yourself – you knew. He knew. It wasn’t much of a secret to either of you.

Carefully, he sat up, and you followed suit, your legs split between his hips. You both went to reach for the hem of his shirt at the same time, and when your gazes met, you let out a soft laugh, kneeling to tug it off his head. The backs of your fingers swept against his chest, and he bit his lip, pulling you in enough for your hands to grip his shoulders to keep balance. You watched each other, and everything was registering in your brain slowly, savouring every glance, every moment, every brush of skin between you. Your palms moved over his milky white chest, and you leaned back a little, enough to see the shy blush rising in his cheeks.

“Your hands feel nice,” he said gently, setting his own over yours. You stopped, but he pushed them down, letting you familiarise yourself with him, letting you map over the cities in his skin, the countries on his collarbones, and the stars in his eyes. You could hear the wind spreading the curtains apart, and your reached around his waist, nearing yourself to him. His fingers found your hair. “You’re so pretty, you know? The prettiest. You’re the prettiest.”

Smiling, you pulled back, tracing your finger along the waistband of his sweatpants. “You’re such a charmer.”

“Only for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t hide the heat spreading beneath your face. Lifting your shirt up, you threw it off the side of the bed, where it met Michael’s. Your breasts were bare, and met the cool air in your room between your chest and his. He kissed you one more time, laying you down with his fingers resting at the bottom of your back. Your legs wrapped around him, and he pecked across your collarbones, his lips hovering over your breast. His breath hardened your nipples, and you pushed his dark hair away from his forehead, regarding his eyes as you nodded at him, and he kissed over your chest gently. He made sure to be tentative, gouging your reaction with every move so he knew you were enjoying it. His lips were petal soft, and covered your nipples perfectly, slowly running down your stomach and onto your thighs. You pressed them together, not to block him, but to ease the tension between them. His palm slid beneath your hips, the other parting your legs between him. It was then you realised you were even wetter than ever.

He raised a smug eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “So wet already?” he said.

Biting your lip, you didn’t break his gaze. “I was touching myself before, remember?”

“And whom were you thinking about?”

Your eyes shifted along his face, and you smiled coyly, your fingers meeting his on your hipbone. He still had his right hand resting on your inner thigh, now lying on his stomach with his mouth achingly close to your centre. His tongue travelled along your centre, and you bit harder down on your lip, taking a fistful of the bed sheets in your hand. He took your clit in your mouth, playing with it and pulling back once again. You exhaled, tangling your hand in his hair to pull him closer to you, but he resisted, adamant at going at his own pace, to tease and fulfil every fibre in you aching for him. His tongue swirled over your sex, and you felt his spit run down between your thighs and he tasted you.

Every moment of pressure he placed on your clit, your legs tried relaxing and pressing together, but he kept them open, his thumbs drawing circles on your skin. A knot blossomed into your stomach and you moaned, gritting your teeth and lifting your hips off the bed, attempting to grind onto his mouth. It was a futile effort, and you both knew that. He had full control over you, and you absolutely loved it. Tugging back, he licked your clit gently, and when you glanced down, his eyes were locked on yours, daring you to do something. Daring you to cum before he lets you do so. You hold your breath, keeping yourself back until he tells you you’re allowed to cum. It was an unspoken rule, but his stance and approach already let you know he wanted your orgasm to belong to him.

“Fuck, oh, Michael–” You failed saying his name coherently, and your mouth stuttered. “Mikey.”

He groaned against you, and your stomach tightened, along with your grip on the duvet. “That’s it, baby. You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He leaned in again, striping a long lick before sucking hard on your clit. Your heart picked up, and you reached your arms up, pressing your palms onto your forehead. He gazed up at you, moving away from your core with a content sigh and the lick of lips. “Fucking hell, princess. You taste so good. And you’re shaking.” He cradled your thigh in one hand. “Yeah? You liked it that much?”

You nodded, lacing the sheets between your fingers. Frustration welled up between your legs at being unable to cum, but when Michael started to slip off his sweatpants, you perked up. Despite your weak legs, you sat up, draping yourself over his crotch and looking up at him. His eyes were half lidded, his cock hard against his wrist. Taking your hand, he ran it over his shaft, and his breath hitched. You shared one more adoring look before you took it on yourself, touching his member and running your finger over the tip. He was warm, and rather obviously grew harder just in your grip, as you pumped your hand up and down. His hips bucked up, and a rumble of a moan spilled out of his mouth. You smiled, leaning down and running your tongue across his member, your lips landing on the bottom of his shaft as you sucked it. He gasped, and his hand went to the back of your head.

“Y/N, oh,” he mumbled underneath his breath. “Oh, my fucking God.”

You continued what you did, then trailed your lips to his tip once again, taking him in whole until his cock hit the back of your throat. He hummed pleasantly, pushing your hair from your face so he could watch you. It was never a secret he found you beautiful, but it was also something he would never care to admit. Nothing to throw off the balance of your friendship, although it was blatant everything was fuelled by tamed lust and longing looks. You bobbed your head up and popped your lips off him, and he hissed, his nails leaving crescents in your shoulders. When he tensed up, all the way from his stomach to his cock, you pulled away, licking your lips and propping yourself up on your arms. He throbbed, red at the tip, and a vein protruding over the side.

Something passed between you, and he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “You want to do this?”

Your hand found his over your face, and you barely had to think twice. “Of course.”

It was a gentle exchange, and he lifted you up so you lay with your back pressed against your mattress, which was still warm from where Michael was before. Despite you being so unfamiliar with his body, and his with yours, when the space between your thighs filled up with him, it felt right. It felt like you knew what you were doing, and there was nothing new with what was happening. You both sighed once he entered you, and he kissed your neck ever so softly, adding to the swell in your heart. He began to thrust, and reached down to circle your clit with his middle finger. Back arching off the bed, you lost your hand in his hair, an overwhelming feeling of delight overtaking you.

“Mikey,” you whimpered in his ear, and he let out a long held groan, gripping your hips, and picking up his speed. A harsh burst of pleasure occurred in your lower stomach, and a sound rose out from your throat as his fingers linked with yours and pushed your hand beside your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, willing him in deeper. “Y-you’re so thick, oh fuck.”

“Does it feel good?” he asked, not straying with his mouth too far from your skin. His kisses were light along your shoulder, then finally, on your mouth. “Because it feels so good for me.”

“Yes.” A surprising jolt shook your voice, and Michael slammed harder into you, his fingers tracing your ribcage. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He lifted your legs, grunting and pumping himself harder. You felt him hit your G-Spot and inclined off the bed, swearing until he stopped you with another thrust. You were a mess between the mattress and the duvet, half of the bed sheets drooping onto the floor beside your clothes, and nothing else flooding the room other than your shared moans. You held onto his shoulders, which flexed every time he moved deeper inside you.

“So deep,” you whispered. “I think I’m close.”

“Me too, baby.” He rubbed your clit faster. “With me, okay? Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got me so hard.”

He fucked you harder into the mattress, until a lurch of inexplicable euphoria threw you off, and you were meeting his chest with yours and whining for him to cum with you. He did, after a moment, and pulled out, lying beside you and moving his sweaty fringe from his forehead. You kept your eyes closed, unsure whether you would be able to meet his gaze without blushing. He turned around to face you, propping himself onto his elbow and coasted his lips across your cheek. He shifted so he could kiss your mouth, and without much more persuasion, you leaned in, and wrapped your arms around him.

“Stay here for the night,” you murmured.

Chuckling, he reciprocated. “I wasn’t planning on leaving, anyway.”

Beautiful

Word Count:857

Pairing: Dean x Plus sized reader

Warnings: Self-hatred, low self esteem, lovey Dean, Fluff, Pre-smut, hatred for someone else

Author’s Note: I have made it to where Jess is a hunter for this fic (sorry). And it’s just fluff at the end, I was having a bad day. The gif doesn’t really pertain to the story, sorry. Sam and Jess are still together in this fic, Dean is with you, and I don’t know what else to tell you. Thank you for reading! Much love!xx

Tags:  @ravengirl94 @helvonasche @mamaredd123 @lucifer-in-leather @wayward-mirage

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

You sit at the table watching Jess prance around in one of Sam’s shirts and a pair of shorts, envy fills every nook and cranny of your body as you watch her. She is perfect; thin and beautiful. You are too big to even wear your boyfriend’s shirts, and that makes you hurt in ways you’d never thought you’d hurt. It hurt because you weren’t made right, you should be smaller, cuter, prettier, thinner, then you could wear Dean’s clothes and be a regular girlfriend. Thin girls can wear anything and be beautiful and cute, big girls can be fierce or brave, but never beautiful and cute. You can’t even wear his jackets when it’s cold out, and that is one blow that hurts more than almost anything. You blame yourself most of the time, you know it’s not all your fault, but blaming yourself is easy. You’ve tried to lose weight it just won’t go.

“Y/n are you almost done with that?” Jess asks, motioning to the lore book in your hands, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah,” you mutter and scoot the book across the table.

Keep reading

Blood

(A/N): I decided to go with a different sort of approach, just to help some people relate to this more I guess?

Request: I’m watching political animals and wondered if you could write a fic about bucky finding the reader unconscious from a suicide attempt in a car (like TJ in the show)? Just an inspiration you don’t have to follow the show :)

Warning: cutting, blood, suicidal reader, it’s angsty you guys

 Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by coporolight

   Bucky had always known (Y/N) struggled with many things; depression, anxiety, OCD, self esteem issues, and more than enough suicidal thinking to drive one mad but he thought that they were doing fine, he thought their medication had been working; little did he know that it was only making them worse, only making them want to take their life more.  

   It had been a sunshiney afternoon when Bucky sensed it, he sensed something was wrong with (Y/N) (he had a knack for detecting stuff like that). They were in the shower at the moment and they had specifically asked Bucky to never, ever walk in on them during their showers but he just couldn’t ignore this feeling. 

   With a soft sigh Bucky placed the tv remote down and made his way into his bedroom- a bedroom he had once shared with (Y/N). But recently they had needed their space and they took up to sleeping in a room across the hall. It was strange not having a body pressed right up against his during the night, all he had now was a vast ocean if empty sheets- but that didnt matter now, what mattered were Bucky’s gut feelings about (Y/N). 

   He gingerly knocked on the bathroom door but when there came no reply other than the gushing shower Bucky did get a little worried and that’s when he heard it, the soft sob of (Y/N), a broken, painful little noise that made Bucky’s chest ache. Whatever was going on in there was more important than (Y/N) telling him to stay out, something was wrong and he wasn’t going to stand around and wait to find out. Without a moments hesitation Bucky opened the door only to be hit with the copious amounts of steam from the shower.

    “Fucking worthless,” (Y/N)’s voice cracks as they berate themselves, something Bucky was used to hearing at this point. “Piece of shit- everyone would be better off without you,” There’s a sudden sob from their lips and Bucky all but lunges for the shower curtain, ripping it back as his nerves finally take control. Bucky’s heart plummets as he takes in the scene, blood coated the bottom of the shower, (Y/N)’s wrist was pooling blood, and clasped between their fingers was a small knife, a knife they had to have stolen from Bucky’s bedside table.

    Immediately Bucky reaches for the knife, hoping to get it away from (Y/N) before they hurt themselves more.

    “No!” (Y/N) yells as they clutch the knife tightly. “Don’t come near me!”

    “(Y/N)-” Bucky reached out for them again but this time they didn’t recoil instead they took the knife and set to furiously cutting their wrists, leaving puddles of blood to hit the shower walls, floor, and anything between. “(Y/N)! Stop!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed them, trying to wrestle the knife from their grasp without hurting them further. “(Y/N)! Drop it!” Bucky hugged their arms at their sides with one arm while the other desperately reached for the blood soaked knife. (Y/N) sobbed against him, futilely trying to get away. 

   "Let me die, let me die, why won’t you le me die?“ (Y/N) was nearly screaming now as they attempted to break out of Bucky’s grasp. "God, just let me fucking die!” (Y/N)’s voice was so Loud and full of so much pain Bucky nearly started to cry but he had to keep it together, he had to keep it together for (Y/N). 

  Finally Bucky wrestled the knife successfully out of (Y/N)’s grasp and he was able to chuck it into the shower as he picked (Y/N) up, carrying them out of the water and blood stained shower. 

   "Please just let me die,“ (Y/N) sobs as Bucky grabs a towel to wrap around their bleeding wrists. "Friday, call Bruce down here now!” Bucky yelled as he made a tourniquet of sorts out of the towels. Even with his expertise the blood was soaking through towel, turning the white pieces of cloth red. 

   "I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry-“

    "it’s okay doll,” Bucky soothed as he held their wrists tightly. “It’s okay,” Bucky looked at their wrists as he bit his lip. God- how could he not have noticed that they weren’t okay? Why did he have to let it come to this? This could have been avoidable if only Bucky had- 

   "Bucky, it’s Bruce, is everything okay?“

    "No, no. Bruce we need you in here now,” The door creaked open and not even a minute later Bruce appeared in the bathroom, looking the scene over once before quickly setting to work; He didnt even have to say anything to know what was going on. 

   "Bucky, bring them down to the lab stat,“ Bucky nods as he picks up (Y/N), holding them to his body as though it’d be the last time he could and with the way (Y/N)’s towels were starting to drip blood he was starting to think that maybe it would.


    Bruce had gotten (Y/N)’s level back to normal, they were alive and that’s all Bucky cared about.

    "I’m prescribing you some new meds, the lowest dosage though so we can see how well you react to them,” Bruce muttered as he handed (Y/N) a bottle of medicine. “But that’s not gonna be enough (Y/N)- I think you need to start seeing a counselor-" 

    "Bruce-”

    “(Y/N), you’re seeing a counselor, I’ll call him myself and set up an appointment for you. But we’re also going to have to monitor you 24/7 and by we I mean Bucky. I’m sorry but we can’t trust you to be alone anymore, no sleeping in separate bedrooms anymore, no more missions until you get better, and wherever you go Bucky goes, understand?” (Y/N) nods as they sniffle, wiping at their dripping nose as they stare at the floor intently. “Good,” Bruce smiled gently. “I just want you to know (Y/N),” Bruce placed a gentle hand on their thigh, gripping their knee softly. “We all care about you, every single one of us, anyone you’ve saved, they care too. Not a single person wouldn’t care if you died, I hope you can realize this someday,” And with that and another gentle smile Bruce turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, leaving (Y/N) and Bucky alone.

    “Wanna go get some clothes?” Bucky whispers to (Y/N) who was still sopping wet from their shower. (Y/N) nods softly as they reach their arms out, silently asking for Bucky to pick them up. With a soft smile Bucky complies, holding (Y/N) tightly as he escorted them back up to their floor. They gently nuzzled their face into Bucky’s neck, most likely to get away from reality, to hide away until everything suddenly got better.


    The elevator dings and Bucky walks onto their floor. His eyes immediately train in on the small droplets of blood that had most likely stained the wood at this point. God- he had almost lost (Y/N), his sweet, precious (Y/N). Pain wells within his chest as he stares a a particularly large spot of blood, the image of (Y/N)’s bleeding wrists return to mind and Bucky feels as though he may vomit but he doesn’t- he steels himself and carries on, bound and determined to be the strong one. 

   Bucky carries them to their room, their shared room. He grabs them a sweatshirt and some shorts but when they get dressed they only put on the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt.

    “Can we-” (Y/N) licks ther lips as they stare at their heavily bandaged wrists. “Can we just lay down for now? Maybe listen to some music or something?" 

   "Yeah, of course doll,” Whatever kept (Y/N) protected and happy at this point Bucky would do it, even if it was the most ridiculous and strange thing he had ever heard he sure as hell would still do it. Bucky nods as sits on the bed, (Y/N) following closely at his side. “What do you wanna listen to?”

    “Can we listen to some of the old stuff, the stuff from your time?” Bucky smiles and nods as (Y/N) keeps their eyes glued to their lap, obviously too ashamed to look Bucky in the eyes.

   "Friday, will you please play the oldies but goodies playlist?“

    "Certainly sir,” the ai chimed and suddenly a soft, almost jazzy melody filled the room. Satisfied with his choice Bucky laid down on the bed, once again (Y/N) following his lead. Immediately they curl up to him, practically as close as humanly possible but Bucky didn’t mind- in fact he rather enjoyed the close proximity. 

   Everything is silent for awhile as the two lay there, merely holding each other tightly, as though their lives depended upon it. But eventually the silence is broken by (Y/N)’s soft, broken voice. 

   "I’m sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry you had to see that,“

   "it’s okay doll, it was nothing I couldn’t handle," 

   "you don’t deserve that, after seeing so much bloodshed you shouldn’t have to see it in your goddamn home-" 

   "Hey, no, don’t think like that. I don’t care about that, what I care about is you being safe and happy and feeling loved, not if I had to walk in on a bit of blood.” (Y/N) falls silent again, most likely as they think through their words but just as quickly as the silence came over them it dissipates once again.

    “I’m so sorry you have to deal with me and all my baggage,”

    “(Y/N), if there’s anyone who should be apologizing it’s me. I’ve got more baggage than anyone in this tower so don’t you dare think for one second that you’re a burden or whatever is going through your head, okay? We’ve both got some problems, I’ll admit that, but I won’t ever regret loving you because of that.” (Y/N) falls silent once again, unshed tears brimming at their eyes, just waiting to spill over.

    No one breaks the silence this time, instead they simply lay there, listening to soft music of days past all the while holding each other like it would be the last time they could only now Bucky knew it wouldn’t be.