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OH MY GAWD MY HEART DUDE!!! 🥺😫💗

Summer Thunder [Drabble]

Pairing: Beefy!Chubby!Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word count: 700 ish

Content: established relationship , cozy nap comfort , fluff , ft. Alpine

a/n: Last Drabble before back on series updates! <3 thx to my friend for this idea!

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The storm had rolled in slow, thick with July heat and the sweet, wet scent of rain on pavement. Thunder grumbled low in the distance, like the sky clearing its throat before a story.

Wind danced through the curtains, brushing your cheek as you lay tangled in sheets that had long since lost their cool.

Alpine was already curled in her usual spot—half on your pillow, half on your arm, her fluffy white body purring like a steady heartbeat. Your breathing matched hers, slow and steady, your bare legs thrown lazily over the light quilt.

The front door clicked gently. You didn’t open your eyes , you didn’t need to.

Bucky’s heavy footsteps padded softly down the hall, floorboards creaking under his weight. You heard the quiet sigh as he toed off his shoes, felt the mattress dip and shift as his big body slid in behind you.

Then warmth.

His arms came around you without hesitation, enveloping you like a stormcloud of his own. You could feel the damp from the walk through the rain still clinging to his dress shirt, now untucked, buttons undone halfway. The softness of his belly pressed to your back as he curled around you, sighing against your hair.

You hummed as his hand settled on your waist, thumb brushing your bare hip. “Mmm… hi, baby.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice scratchy and low like he hadn’t used it in hours. He kissed the back of your neck, lips soft, beard tickling.

“Long day?” you asked, eyes still closed, voice drowsy and warm with sleep.

He grunted softly, the kind of sound that meant yeah, but I’m not thinking about it anymore now that im here.

You reached back blindly and found the soft curve of his hip , palm flattening against it like it belonged there. “You eat anything since breakfast?” you murmured.

“Had half a sandwich around three,” he said, nuzzling into your hair. “But I brought home stuff to make that lemon chicken you like. Figured we could eat it later. tonight”

“Mmm. You thinkin’ ahead now? That congressman brain working overtime,” you teased, letting your fingers draw lazy, invisible shapes across the fabric covering his stomach. “You’re so clever, Buck.”

He chuckled, belly shaking lightly under your touch. “You just like me for the food I bring”

You smiled “I do love that , but i love more the healthy body that food gives you", your fingers gave his stomach a slow, affectionate pat.

Bucky shifted behind you, wrapping his thick arms tighter around your middle, tugging you flush against him. “You’re dangerous when you talk like that.”

You giggled, sleepy and soft. “You okay?” you asked after a beat, quieter now. “Really?”

“Now I am,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple. “Been thinkin’ about this all day. Gettin’ home to you. To her.” He gave Alpine a gentle pet as she stirred with a grumpy little huff. “To this.”

You hummed again, content, already slipping further toward sleep.

“Storm’s nice,” you mumbled. “Smells like… pine and rain. Reminds me of the cabin upstate.”

“Mmhm,” Bucky murmured, already dozing. “You fell asleep in the hammock that one day.”

“With my face tucked on your chest.”

“And drooled.”

You snorted. “You liked it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek.

“Love you more,” you mumbled, words thick with sleep.

“Not possible,” he breathed.

Rain tapped soft and steady against the windows, thunder humming like a lullaby in the distance. In a bed filled with the scent of home, your warm bodies wrapped together under the soft hum of summer, you drifted off—him beneath your hand, his love wrapped around your heart, and Alpine purring between you like a secret promise.

And for once, Bucky Barnes—the tired, broad-shouldered congressman with his shirts always a little tight and his love even bigger than his frame—let the storm carry his worries away, cradled between the two girls he loved most in the world.

-end

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Nah bc the was I would immediately laugh my ass off every time I saw this scene in the theatre was insane. Like, Bucky, my beloved, I get you’re on to something but you’re making it seem like you’re ON something 😂

Lmao Bucky’s face https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hxM8x8/

He’s such a cutie pie🥰 also Bucky in a suit/tuxedo😍

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I LOVE finally having this movie in 4k

SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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So you’re giving us Bucky AND Nick in one story?

Wanderlust 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, kidnap, size difference/kink, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go travelling to get some world experience but you don't get the one you're expecting.

Characters: Nick Fowler, Bucky Barnes (reader in 30s, short!)

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You’re not afraid of flying, just not a fan of travel. It would be nice to go out and do more but the reality of getting there often deters you. Not this time. You finally bit the bullet and bought the ticket. 

Thirty isn’t old. You know that but it feels like a good time to start doing things. Your twenties went fast in hindsight, even if they felt like a slog. Miserable, emotional, and near disastrous. 

You have your first steady job, bills aren’t tight enough to strangle you, and it’s about time you did something just for you. Everyone is obsessed with ‘self-care’. Are you finally on trend? 

You shuffle along with the slow trawl of passengers. You look for your seat by the number on your ticket, holding up your phone awkwardly to compare. Your compact suitcase hangs from your vice grip as you haul it along, the wheels hitting your heel. 

You stop as you find your assigned seat. Hm. Middle seat. Headphones on and you’ll be fine, you’re sure. You reach up to open the overhead, just barely able to pop it open. 

Your carryon threatens to slide off your arm. You ignore it and bend to grab your suitcase. You watched a bunch of tutorials on how not to overpack. As you grip it, your bag slips down your arm and you lift the suitcase overhead. You hit the edge and it bounces back, nearly landing on your head. 

You brace for impact. The weight lightens in your grasp. A man grunts as you look up and see a large hand hooked on your bag. A pinky ring shines back at you. 

“Careful,” he warns. “Here, let me get it.” 

He uses his other hand to push it up and slides it out of your grip into the compartment. You watch, embarrassed. You can try to do things yourself but you still end up in the way. 

“Thanks, uh, sorry.” You eke out. 

You turn and sidle into the row of seat. You cradle your carryon as you do. You sit and hug it as you wait for the man to pass. He doesn’t. He follows. 

“I’m in the window.” He points casually. 

“Oh? Uh... my bad.” You flatten yourself as he turns and he brushes against the seat in front of you to get past. Unlike you, he’s too big for the cramped coach row. 

He sighs as he sits down. He shifts around as he gets comfortable. He flips up the window cover and rolls his head so his neck cracks. He pushes his feet out as far as they can go. 

He must be a frequent flyer. He seems perfectly at ease. Meanwhile, you’re twenty steps ahead in your mind.  

You need the flight to land, then you need to get your bag back. You don’t expect getting it down to be any easier. Then you have get through the airport, show your passport, and fine a taxi. Then the hotel, unpack, review itinerary for tomorrow. 

The more you think about it, it doesn’t seem so fun. Sure, you’ll get to see all sorts of cool things, but that’s only if you don’t get lost. You wiggle your foot nervously and put your elbow on the armrest, only to hit that of your seat neighbour. You apologise and let your arm hang at your side. 

“No problem,” his silty tone tickles your ears. “You scared of flying?” 

“Huh?” You look at him and follow his own gaze to your foot. You still it. “No, just... travelling is stressful. I’ll try not to bother too much.” 

You put your hands on your knees, as if holding yourself still. 

“Isn’t it?” He chuckles. “Can’t make anything easy these days.” 

“Mhmm,” you nod. You’re not the greatest with strangers either. Thirty years old and you’re still just as clueless as you were a decade ago. 

“Nick,” he says.  

You flinch as you see something at the edge of your vision. He offers his hand. You stare at it before you shake it. You’ve never been one for the outdated gesture but you’re too meek to refuse it. 

You shake his hand and give your own name. He grins and you turn your head straight. He’s not a bad looking guy but you shouldn’t think about it. He’s older. You can just tell. Not just the crinkles beside his eyes or the light lines in his forehead, it’s his confidence. Maybe this trip can help you find your own. 

“Pretty,” he says. “What’s in New York?” 

You hesitate before you understand his question. You sniff and fidget. “I’m a tourist. Just wanna see some historical stuff. Brooklyn Bridge, an old jazz bar... “ 

“Huh. All alone?” He wonders. 

You open your mouth to answer then pause. “Meeting friends,” you utter cautiously. 

“Girls’ trip. Fun,” he says. “Business. Again. Always got me back and forth.” 

He leans on the armrest and pushes his shoulders back into the seat. His knee breaks the boundary of your seats, pressing against your own. You try not to pull away too obviously. 

The overhead snaps shut and startles you. Another man drops into the seat on your other side. He huffs as he sits. He’s as big as your other neighbour, maybe a bit thicker. 

Where Nick has short tidy hair and subtle shadow of stubble coming through, this man has a thick beard and hair to his shoulders, there's some silver woven into both. He looks agitated as his cheek ticks and a woman’s bag nearly hits him. He swats the D&G luggage out of his face and growls. 

Your foot begins to go again. You only realise as the man sighs again. You cross your ankles and shrink down. 

Another bag comes close to the aisle passengers face and he grits, “watch it.” 

Nick snickers. The man slowly turns his head, eyes drifting over darkly. You glance between them, then to the back of the seat ahead of you. 

“Wanna switch?” Nick offers. 

The other man puffs through his nose, “don’t bother.” 

“Well, let me know.” Nick says coolly. “We were just sharing out gripes about travelling. Fun, isn’t it?” 

The man in the aisle seat curls his lip, “I guess.” He curls a finger and pushes down with his thumb until his knuckle cracks. “You too on a honeymoon or something?” 

Nick laughs, you look at him in shock. 

“Just met. Solo riders.” Nick answers. You’ll let him do the talking. 

The other man clucks. Nick reaches across you. “Nick.” 

His hand is ignored. He retracts it with a soft scoff. Nick introduces you next. The other man exhales loudly. 

“Bucky,” he says. “Keep the lights off and the noise down.” 

He leans back, his arm thick enough that it fills more than the armrest. He pushes his shoulders wide and leans his head back. He closes his eyes and you flick your thumbs nervously. 

You unzip your bag and search for your headphones. The aisles empty out and the attendants begin their pre-flight routine. As the plane thrums, the safety presentation begins. You keep your headphones around your neck. 

You buckle in, Nick does too. Bucky does it without opening his eyes. You shift and wait for takeoff. 

“Wanna look out the window as we lift off?” Nick offers. “You can lean over me.” 

“All good.” You assure him. “Thanks. 

“I don’t mind,” he says. 

“Really, it’s fine.” 

A low rumble comes from your other side. You seal your lips and push the button on your headphones. You go to lift them over your ears. 

“You listen to music or podcasts?” Nick asks before you can put them on. 

You lower them down, keeping your hands on them. “Music.” You answer quietly, mindful of the man on your other side. 

“Oh? Let me guess, Olivia Rodrigo?” He suggests. 

You shrug and shake your head, “never heard of them.” 

He snorts, “really? Hm. You look young, I thought...” 

“Just old stuff,” you answer. “Patsy Cline and whatever... boring.” 

“Boring? I don’t think so,” he muses. “All those pop stars come off the conveyor belt these days. Nothing wrong with taste.” 

You give a sheepish smile and lift your headphones again. You put them on then turn forward. You scroll your phone for your ‘most played’ playlist. You tap shuffle and sit back. 

Nick sits calm and still. He doesn’t take out his phone or try to play around with the screen in front of him. He just watches the clouds as you reach cruising height. 

Bucky is still. By the measure of the breath, you think he’s sleeping. You wonder how as you every now and then you can hear the squeal of a toddler through your music. 

The snack cart comes by. None of you get anything; Bucky doesn’t stir at all. 

Your leg sways back and forth as the flight stretches on. You check the time over and over. You knee hits Bucky’s leg as your nerves bubble. You push your legs together and peek over at him. He opens one eye; you mouth ‘sorry’. 

You chew your lip. You bite down until it hurts. The hours unfurl torturously. This is what you hate. Spending all that money to sit in a seat, overcrowded and impatient. 

The seatbelt sign flips on again. You take off your headphones as the Captain announces landing over the PA. You put them away in your carry-on and wrap your arms around the bag. 

The plane touches down with a jolt. You squeak and Nick wraps his warm hand around your wrist. You glance at him. He’s just being nice. 

“I’m okay,” you insist. 

Once the wheels stop, the restless passengers begin to disembark. Bucky is up and off, shoving past those struggling to get their bags. He’s at the front without obstacle. 

Patiently, you stand and watch your fellow travellers. Nick looms behind you. You crane around to see him. 

“I’m just waiting,” you say. 

“No problem. I’m patient.” He waves you off. “So,” he grips the seat by you. He’s close enough you can smell his cologne. “Where are you staying? East side? Uptown?” 

“Um... I’m not sure exactly. I don’t really know the city.” 

“Big place,” he comments. “Transits not too bad though. Just don’t make eye contact.” 

You nod. You’re already nervous enough. You heard all the horror stories from your mother and the headlines. 

As the aisle clears, you step out and turn to open the overhead. Nick gets it first. He takes down your bag for you. You thank him. 

You turn down the aisle as he shuts the compartment. He travels light. Or he checked his luggage. He has nothing but himself. 

You wait through the tedious disembarking and exhale deeply as you get to the ramp. Inside the airport, you follow the tides to the gates. The people disburse as you find a quiet place to order a taxi. 

“Hey,” Nick startles you as he struts across the terminal. “You looking for a cab?” 

“Oh, uh...” you lower your phone as your data won’t respond and you can’t sign into the airport WiFi. “I was just...” 

“Come on. I’ll help you flag one down the old-fashioned way. Gonna need one myself.” He insists. 

“Oh, you don’t have to--” 

“Hey, it’s no worries. You’re gonna wanna snag one before the next arrival,” he grabs your bag and extends the handle. “Come on.” 

He rolls your bag behind him as he marches away. He’s helpful if not a bit forward. You scurry after him. 

“Uh, thanks. I appreciate it.” 

“You kidding me? This place is like a city of its own. Can be overwhelming. You said you hate travelling. If I can make it easier, eh, why not?” 

You come out through the automatic doors and he slows to scan the long line of taxis and the clogged traffic of those trying to leave.  

“I got a trick, come on,” he beckons you behind him and you follow. 

“I can take my bag,” you offer. 

“Don’t worry, honey,” he carries on. “Let’s find...”  

He raises his hand to hail one of the cabs into an empty space along the curb. You look up as his fingers move but stop before you can make out the signal. Strange. 

“There we go,” he proclaims. 

A black car pulls in and the trunk pops. You frown. That doesn’t look like a cab. He puts your bag in the back and shuts the lid. You stay on the pavement. 

“Um, Nick, I think--” You stare at the tinted windows. 

He nears and puts his hand on your arm. “Stop doing that,” he pushes his jacket open with his other hand and grips the gun holstered on his belt. “Get in.” 

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SLEEP TOKEN AND STEVE KEMP?!!! I’ve been spoiled 😩🫠

May I request Steve Kemp and vampire reader, please? Thank you in advance!

So Take a Bite

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Content: BLOOD, feeding from live humans, p in v sex, mentions of cannibalism & murder, Steve being manipulative & charming to get his way (ya'll have seen Fresh, he's a bad, delicious guy)

Synopsis: Steve supplies exactly what you crave... but what if he's offering you more?

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this so don't judge too harshly lol although I’d love constructive feedback - also thank you for this prompt because it made me write outside of my comfort zone and I had a TON of fun with it - thank you for your patience anon - I know this has been in my inbox for months ❤️ also thank you to @navybrat817 for reminding me that Steve can steal blood from the hospital because he’s a doctor (I have no common sense sometimes) also I listened to The Offering by Sleep Token A LOT while writing this lmao ok I’m done yapping

“I’m almost out, Kemp. I’m serious. Don’t fuck around with me. I can expose your sick ass in a second.”

Steve scoffs, “My sick ass? You’re the one that can’t survive without what I provide you. You need me. Just admit it, sweetheart.”

Steve hears you grumble over the phone and smiles, pleased with himself. There’s a market for everything - human meat & blood are his niche. And he’s damn good at both of them. Some people are just impatient and ungrateful. He waits for you to say something - he isn’t going to break first.

“Fine. Meet me tonight. I’ll pay you an expedience fee,” you say firmly.

“Double. You’ll pay me double. I’ll make sure it’s fresh, and you can have it tonight.”

He hears your breath intake on the other line before you answer, “Deal.” You hang up before he can.

-

Steve takes his scrub cap off and throws it in the laundry bin of the surgeon's locker room. Another day of routine procedures - a couple breast implants, a skin graft, a rhinoplasty, and a face lift to end the day. He walks to his locker and changes from his scrubs into his street clothes. 

“You done for the day, Kemp?” A familiar voice asks.

Steve looks up to see Dr. Lowndes striding towards him.

“Yeah, all done,” he says politely, grabbing his bag and walking toward the door. “Just going up to see my Nana. She was admitted last night for chest pain.”

“Oh, is she in the ICU? They look swamped today.”

“Uh, yeah, ICU. But she’s going to be fine,” Steve lies. Lies about the whole thing. His Nana has been dead for a decade.

“I hope so. Have a good afternoon,” Lowndes says.

“Sure thing. You too,” Steve waves and darts out of the locker room like a man on a mission. He takes the stairs to the fourth floor and surveys who the nurses on duty are - Mandi, Alexis, Torriana, ah… there she is, Brynn.

“Hi ladies,” Steve says with a smile as he sidles up to the nurses station. He catches Brynn’s eye slyly and smirks. “Heard you guys are busy today.”

“Yes, very,” Alexis says, not looking up from the medical chart on her computer. She’s always a bit prickly with him.

“I, uh, think my Nana was admitted last night… Brynn. Can you help me out with that?”

“Of course, Dr. Kemp,” she says professionally.

“Walk with me,” Steve instructs, maneuvering her away from the desk. So ductile, so meek, such a good listener. She follows him with fervor.

“How many units do you need?” She asks quietly as they round the corner, getting straight to business.

“How many do you have?” Steve asks, entering an empty patient room and shutting the door behind them both.

“Dr. Kemp, I-,” she starts.

“I need 12-15. Tonight. Now, actually.” 

“Okay, I don’t know if I can get them now,” she sighs, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“You know, you look really pretty today. Are these new?” Steve reaches up gently to look at her earrings. She closes her eyes and leans her cheek into his palm. “Are they from your fiancé?” He growls, tugging on one gently. Her eyes snap open and she pulls her face away from his hand.

“Yes, they are.” She looks at him with desperate eyes. “Pull your car around to the trauma bay. I’ll bring them out in a styrofoam cooler. And Steve?”

“Yeah?” He asks, hand on the door knob.

“I’d leave him for you if you asked,” she whispers, tugging on the earring he’d just touched.

“I know you would, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later, okay?” He gives her a gentle smile before turning around and heading down to his car. The secret is to keep her hopes up - give her just enough to make her bend to his will. She’s a pretty girl, but too young and naive. He’d love to take her home and sell her for parts, but that damn fiancé fucks up that plan. Besides, he has her right where he wants her. And if she quits, he’ll charm another to do his bidding.

He pulls his sleek car around and sees her standing there waiting, cooler full of liquid cash. He pops the trunk and watches her set it inside. She walks around to the driver’s side and he cracks his window.

“Text me?” She asks sweetly, eyes full of hope.

“Sure thing,” he replies with a wink before taking off, knowing he doesn't even have her number saved.

-

Steve pulls out his phone as he parks in his driveway and sends you a text: It’s fresh. My place. 7pm.

You respond with a thumbs up emoji and count your cash out on your bed again, making sure you have enough to cover his exorbitant fee. You huff in frustration and thirst, but damn it’s worth it. Steve is the only one that provides exactly what you need - fresh human blood. 

You’re going to be late on your rent payment again now because of this beautiful asshole, but what else can you do? Starve to death? Not an option. You put your money in your bra and get in your car to drive to his place. Motherfucker just has to live 20 miles outside of town. That’s gas money now too.

You pull up to his house into his weird fancy driveway that looks like Swiss cheese and park your beater next to his stupid sports car. Fucking Kemp. Such an asshole. You shoot him a quick text that you’re here and wait for him to come outside. Your phone buzzes and you look down to see that he’s texted you back: Come in. Door’s unlocked. You swallow, never having been inside Steve’s place. This whole exchange usually took less than five minutes before you were satiated and on your way. You knock on his front door and hear rustling on the other side before he opens and invites you in. 

“What’s with the change of protocol?” You ask warily, looking around the entryway.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “I thought we could have dinner. We always rush the interchange. I figure it’d be nice to have a meal together.”

You shudder at the thought. “If you think I’m going to eat anything you’ve cooked, you’re out of your damn mind, Kemp.”

He utters your name, “It’s vegetable risotto. Now come in.”

You walk into Steve’s home and let him shut the front door behind you. It’s nice - retro, but the kind of retro where everything looks incredibly curated and expensive. 

“Wine?” He asks, plating your food.

“Sure, thank you,” you reply, walking around his dining area and checking out all of his artwork. “Actually, can I just have some of my supply? I shouldn’t drink alcohol when my tank is nearly empty.”

Steve laughs lightly at your word choice and nods. “Sure, pay me now. I’ll even load the cooler in your car because I’m such a nice guy.”

You roll your eyes and sigh, taking the cash out of your bra and handing it over to him. 

“Classy,” he notes sarcastically, taking the money from your hands. “Sit.” You watch him retrieve the cooler from the refrigerator and take a unit out. “You, uh, just straight from the bag or would you like a glass?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh. “A glass would be nice.” He takes one from the cupboard and gestures for you to do the rest. You prepare your “drink”.

“Gimme your keys. I’ll run this out to your car,” he says nonchalantly. You toss him your car keys and he walks out the front door to stash your goods in your trunk. You lift the lid of the pan on the stove and inspect it closely. It looks and smells normal, but you’re still rightfully skeptical. Steve saunters back in at that moment, and you drop the lid loudly onto the pan.

“Vegetable. Risotto. I promise,” he reminds you sternly. “I don’t surprise anyone with my acquired tastes. Truthfully, I don’t have many dinner guests. But I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, but this is helping immensely,” you assure him, holding up your half empty glass. His eyes flit from the glass to yours and you shrug. “You think it’s weird," you say.

“I’m not one to judge,” he sighs, pulling a dining chair out for you. “Sit.”

You sit in the plush chair and watch him bring a plate to you. The food is still steaming. He puts his plate down and sits at the head of the table next to you. He takes a bite and smiles. “I’m a great cook. I’ll brag about that.” 

You smile and take a bite. Damn. He is a great cook. You both sit in silence for a few moments, enjoying the first bites of your meal. You finish your drink, feeling the vitality course through your cold veins once more. Steve watches you finish off your glass and take a bite of the risotto.

“Feeling better?” He muses, looking at your eyes closely. “You look… revitalized.”

“I feel it.” You say with a grin. “There’s nothing like the feeling right after… drinking.”

“I think I know what you mean,” he says. “Like you’re high on life?” 

“Yes, exactly,” you agree, leaning in closer over your plate.

Steve smiles and looks down. “You know, we have more in common than you think we do, sweetheart. You say I’m sick for how I choose to live, but how are you any different, really?” 

You consider his question carefully. “I don’t hurt people. That’s the difference, Steve. Isn’t that obvious?”

He nods before smiling darkly at you. “You’ve never had it from the tap? Never tasted it hot from the source?”

You swallow against your better judgement, your body betraying your mind. “N-no… and I never will.” 

“Who are you trying to convince? Yourself or me?” He stands up and grabs your barely finished plate from you before setting it on the kitchen island. “Come with me.” 

You reluctantly follow him and he offers his hand. You hesitate, not sure what his plan is. “I want to show you something.” Charismatic fucker. You take his hand - warm, big, inviting - and he leads you to a large wooden door. 

“Steve, I actually think I should go,” you say quickly, wishing it had come out more composed. You don't want him to know that you are slightly panicked.

“You’re free to leave at any time,” he assures you softly before bringing a hand up to push your hair behind your ear. “I just wanted to enjoy dinner with a beautiful woman. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” you assure him, shocked by his words. He thought you were beautiful? Steve Kemp thought you were beautiful? “Lead the way," you offer unsteadily now.

He smiles and rubs his thumb against the back of your hand as he unlocks the oversized door. You walk down a curved stone staircase into a cool, dimly lit, and extremely clean basement with a hallway of doors. “This is my favorite part of the house,” he whispers, peering down the hall. 

“Why’s that?” You ask sweetly, still reeling from his earlier admission.

“It’s where I can be myself,” he answers matter-of-factly. His eyes meet yours and they crinkle at the corners as he smiles darkly. “I want to share it with you because you understand the lengths we go to to satiate ourselves. To satisfy our hunger. To indulge our tastes. To meet our needs. You know what’s necessary. Plus, I know you think about me, sweetheart,” he says the last part into your hair and a shiver runs down your spine. “Just like I think about you.” 

Your knees nearly buckle at his confession. “I do… think about you,” you admit.

“I know you do,” he whispers. “I want to take care of you. Let me show you something special I’ve been saving for you.”

“For me?” You ask incredulously, following him down the hall. He unlocks a door and slides it open slowly, blocking the view inside with his body.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t freak out,” he warns you calmly. 

“Uh, okay,” you agree hesitantly. Steve steps aside to reveal a small room with a floor bed, toilet, large mural of the beach, and… wait… a woman stands up slowly, eyes wide with fear. Her mouth is muzzled like a dog. She cowers into the corner. 

“This is Noa,” Steve informs you emotionlessly. “She’s been a bit… disobedient lately.” He walks over to her and reaches into his jeans, revealing a pocket knife. The blade gleams in the light. “Come here,” he instructs you calmly. 

“Noa, stay still,” he says gruffly, looking at her with an irritated expression. “This is my friend,” he says your name and introduces you to her. He slyly takes a syringe from his other pocket and injects it into Noa’s neck as she’s looking at you pleadingly. Her eyes flutter closed and her body slumps into Steve’s arms. “Good girl,” he whispers, lowering her onto the floor. “I’m eliminating her next week to fill an order and thought you’d like to taste the elixir of life from the source.” He says everything so calmly, like this whole evening is routine and not completely fucked.

He assesses your gaze, rubbing your arm gently in an attempt to calm you. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in. But it’s just business, just like how I supply what you need. People pay for this. I supply it to them. I just knocked her out for a bit. She’ll wake up in a few hours. Aren’t you curious? Just a taste.”

You lick your lips involuntarily at just the thought of sinking your teeth into her soft exposed neck. Your gums ache, even though you’d just had a drink upstairs. “Steve… I-I don’t know if I can. She’s a human being. You’re taking her life from her. This is kind of crazy. I mean, you’re a murderer.”

“It’s only crazy if you say so, just like anything else in this world. Look at me,” he says gently, cupping your chin in his hand and aligning your gazes. “Let me take care of you. I can provide you exactly what you need. Fresh. From the source. Whenever you want it. I just… I want you. We would make a delicious team.” Your eyes close at his offer and your dark instincts take over. Energy thrums through your body from your chest to the aching sweet spot between your legs. You open your eyes to see Steve smiling at you, knife raised to Noa’s neck. He makes a small slit and blood seeps through the gash. Your nostrils flare as your senses are filled with her scent - dark, heady, fucking exquisite. You don’t think before your mouth is on her neck and you’re drinking right from her. Your entire body feels like it’s floating. Nothing has ever tasted so perfect. 

“There you go,” you hear Steve say next to you. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever had before, isn’t it?” His eyes are lit from within watching you feed on Noa. “You look so perfect like this. You’re fucked up just like me, pretty girl.” 

You pull back and lick your lips, the hot, sticky liquid stubbornly dripping down your chin, and look at Steve. His eyelids are heavy with lust, pupils blown wide. He inches toward you, his eyes moving from yours to your blood-covered lips. His mouth parts slowly, and that’s all the invitation you need. You crash your mouth into his and he hisses, smiling into the kiss. You’re both on your knees, hands everywhere on each other, grasping at fabric, skin, and hair. You break apart from him suddenly and search his face, his mouth now covered in Noa’s blood.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask suddenly, the heat between your legs growing hotter and more violent by the second.

“I could ask you the same question,” he breathes out, reaching for you. “This is getting you wet - all of this. The blood, the basement, fuck, you’re worse than me.”

You crack a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “How’d you know?”

“Demented recognizes demented, darling,” he sighs, clutching you to his chest.

“Take me to bed, Steve,” you demand, leaning down slowly to nip at his neck. He lets out the smallest gasp and picks you up, wraps his arms around you, and carries you out of Noa’s room and upstairs to his. He lays you down on the bed and unbuttons his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. You shudder at the sight of him. You’ve always thought he’s beautiful, but now you know for certain that he is. He climbs onto the bed and lies next to you, maneuvering your body so you’re straddling him. You lean down to kiss him and lick the leftover blood from his mouth. His eyes darken even more.

“Bite me,” he requests.

"I want to," you whine.

"So take a bite," he says again.

You shift in his lap excitedly before leaning down to kiss his neck, teasing him a bit. You feel your canines extend in pleasure and run your teeth over his flesh gently, getting him used to the feeling. Goosebumps prick up all over his body in response and you hum. His hands find your hips and press you into him so you can feel his growing arousal. You moan at the thought of him being turned on by you.

“Ride me while you feed on me,” he demands, running his hands up your back against your bare skin. Your resolve snaps again, and you remove your clothes quickly, tossing them around the room. He bucks his hips to remove his pants. You’re both naked and writhing with pain for the other. You slide onto him and indulge in the sensation of being filled to the hilt. Your hips start rocking on him as he pulls you down to his face and kisses you softly. “Feed,” he begs. 

You smile at him, flashing your pointed canines and watching his eyes gleam with a mixture of arousal and fear, like he’s met his match. You find the hollow of his neck and sink your teeth in. His blood is a masterpiece - full of punch, energy, youth, and vitality. You thought Noa tasted incredible, but she has nothing on Steve. He moans beneath you,  and you know you’re on the edge of losing it. 

“My frenzied baby,” he whimpers, holding your head in his hands as you break free from your feed. “So precious.” His gentle praise makes you come as you toss your head back, riding it out on him. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” he encourages, gripping your hips with certainty as he loses himself in you, moaning your name in satisfaction. You lie down beside him, tracing the two small puncture wounds in his neck and smiling. Finally, someone that wanted you for you - all of you.

“Stay the night,” he offers, pulling you close to him. “I’ll even let you take your pick for breakfast in the morning.”

You grin at the thought of drinking from the source again. “Sounds like Heaven.”

“Even though we’re going to Hell,” he whispers, nuzzling into you. 

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shiiii, i’ve been needing a new necklace

thinking…thinking so so hard…

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chat, I’m cooking up some angsty/fluffy shit with Steve Kemp x spouse!reader that’s coming soon!

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Guys…

I…. I fear that with the Thunderbolts* coming out (and my best friend making me have a crush on Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes a few months prior) that I am having a repeat of Miguel O’Hara all over again.

The amount of edits on my feed rn is insane plus people’s fanart and such. I’ve also been reading a LOT of Bucky fics on here and this man officially has a chokehold on me.

If anyone has Bucky x reader requests they wanna send in, I’m more than happy to oblige.

M’kay byeeeeee

(also this moment is just ✨perfection✨

everything from the white tank, his beautiful face, his arms, and his little squish he has in his torso 🫠)

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need a fanfic about ex-avenger!reader who’s in a relationship with bucky and they go through the events of thunderbolts* together and it’s very beautiful

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Soooo I went to see THUNDERBOLTS* and had a blast

*Spoilers ahead for the movie and the post credits scene*

It was genuinely one of the most exciting and actually good Marvel movies I’ve seen since Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3.

The fighting was good, cgi didn’t feel out of place or weird, and overall just a very exciting movie about a group of misfits trying to find their place.

The only downside really was how they mainly released the trailers and promos for the movie. Like I get the void is the “big bad” of this movie in a way but they could’ve kept it pretty hidden or at least more subtle in the trailers.

Now, for the characters themselves (Keep in mind, I’m writing this at 3am so just bear with me T^T):

Taskmaster (I don’t remember her actual name ngl): I feel like she was just kinda pointless to have in this movie? She died in the first half hour anyway so I genuinely don’t get what the point was of her being there. So, kinda just a waste of the actress’ time I feel :/

Ava/Ghost: Pretty good. I feel like she definitely redeemed her character a bit more in this one, since antman and the wasp was a kinda “eh” movie for me. She was definitely more badass in this instead of being some kind of half assed character they decided to throw in here for no reason. (And yes, I know all these characters are pulled from the comics and aren’t exactly randomly added, I’m not an intellectual)

John Walker/(Whatever the fuck his hero name is bc I forgor): He was fine ig. Don’t get me wrong, no hate to the actor whatsoever and Walker fit just fine into the movie, I just don’t like the character bc of his bs he did in CA&TWS. Plus, he clearly has his dick so far up his ass that he genuinely wasn’t paying attention to anything that Yelena and Ava were saying when they had actual good ideas.

Alexei/Red Guardian: Super fun, I love David Harbour as an actor and him playing the Red Guardian again was such an enjoyable time. Again, he didn’t feel out of place at all and his whole limo business thing was hilarious. The part where he picks Yelena, Walker, and Ava in the desert was BEAUTIFUL. It was genuinely like a dad picking his kid up from school and embarrassing them in front of their friends.

Yelena Bolova: MY GIRL!!!! I honestly really liked her in the Black Widow movie and in the Hawkeye show. She’s genuinely one of my favorite characters in the MCU. She was funny the first couple of times she appeared in the MCU and she’s still funny in Thunderbolts. Also, dude, I swear, whether it was improvised or not, I’m gonna fight Kevin Feige on this. I was so fucking close to sobbing when she was talking about not having Natasha anymore in her life and the amount of times that she called Alexei “dad” broke me bro :(

James “Bucky” Barnes: THIS MAN ISTFG HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD THE WHOLE MOVIE. Just his little smirks and smiles throughout the movie (fake or not they were still cute asf). And also, when he’s just simply in his kitchen with pants and a white tank top on? 🙌🤤 I need it right here, right now. He can be armed and dangerous and rail me again, again, and again ANY day. In all honesty, he was very fun in the movie and I kinda wish we got to see more of the Congressman Barnes bits but yknow what, I got to see this man be hot both in and outside of a suit so I’m happy (requests for this man’s are 1000% open btw)

Anyway, that’s my spiel, friends. Overall I give the movie a solid 9/10 in my book and I really wanna go see it again.

Real quick, THAT POST CREDITS SCENE?!!!!

I genuinely was not expecting there to be anything in regard to the fantastic four in this movie but I called it in the theatre and was absolutely psyched!! (Also bucky’s new suit too? *chef’s kiss*)

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YESSSS!!!! 🙌🙌🙌

I KNOW SOMEONE SENT ME AN ASK REQUEST OF HARLEY STRETCHING IM NOT CRAZY

So I did this but human Harley as an excuse to draw him again

Suggestive warning👇👇

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GOD HARLEY SAWYER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON U, ONE OF US IS GETTING PREGNANT AND ITS NOT ME🔥🔥

Now go forth thirsty Harley fans(human and vessel), I’ll make more if I have ideas or suggestions🙏

I might even reveal the designs of Stella n White some time

Also more Harthur content bc I was silly enough not to add them for the 100th time

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DAYUM- the way I would get on my KNEES for this man and give him the sloppiest head he’s ever had in his life 🙇

Thank you for blessing my morning with this yummy Harley Sawyer art 🙏😭

My human Harley is back and i think im cooking,,

I’m bad at anatomy…

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OMG DA BABIES!!!!!

LOOK AT THEM OH MY GODDD

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Let's all go to the lobby!

What started out as a silly joke turned into more, and these little guys were made! I might make masked versions at some point, but do enjoy the refreshments with your horror movie 💞

Bonus Damien flavored slushie!

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MY BOY!!!!!

Leather 🎉🎉🎉

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(found this on twitter)

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Master post of my slashfic sprite edits/redesigns for those of yall who (understandably) don’t want to reblog that chain lol

HUZZAH! I am free!!!