up chucking

anonymous asked:

19 & 20. I'll leave the tone to you!


19. “Come on, admit it. You like me.” - “In your dreams.”

20. “Touch me.” - “Beg for it.”


“Nice bathing suit.” Bucky strolled passed you. “Though, wouldn’t it be much easier to tan without it on?”

“Come on, admit it. You like me.” You pursed your lips and opened your legs, giving Bucky a better view. 

“In your dreams.” His eyes raked up your legs as he spoke. 

“Well, can you at least be a gentleman and apply some sunscreen to my back?” You sat up and chucked a bottle of sunscreen at him knowing he’d catch it.

“I’m never anything less than a gentleman.” He settled behind you, legs around you as you sat in between them. “Except in the bedroom.” He whispered in your ear as he untied your top.

He squeezed some of the cold lotion-like substance onto your shoulders and you shuddered. He kept his mouth next to your ear, massaging your tensed muscles as he rubbed the sunscreen in. You were barely holding your top up with your hands.

“You sure there’s not something you want to admit?” Bucky chuckled deeply. “A simple confession and I can have you on your back screaming my name within seconds.” 

“You clearly don’t know how stubborn I am.” A small moan passed your lips as he kneaded a knot under your shoulder blade. “I’m not saying anything until you do.”

“Then you get to continue imagining what my mouth feels like on yours, on your neck, on your hardened nipples, on your sweet little cunt as I taste you.” You dropped your head back and bit your lip. “Or what my fingers feel like as they slide inside of you, curling against your wall and hitting that right spot. And you’ll never get the fullness of my cock filling you up, slamming into that hidden spot deep inside of you.”

“Touch me.” You breathed out, your bathing suit top dropping and exposing your chest. Your eyes peeled open and found Bucky’s. 

“Beg for it.”


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.