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Submissive sugar daddy Bucky as prompt love?

“Look at you all tied up and pretty?” you cooed from the end of the bed.

The low light of the room showed every muscle of your assassin boyfriend, every curve. You licked your lips in response. He clenched his fists as you began to unbutton your top slowly, revealing your black lace harness bra. He groaned at the sight, tugging on the expensive ties you had tied him up with.

You tisked, “Now, now, remember the rules.”

He tugged again before settling. His steel blues flared with heat and lust, as you pushed the shirt off and then pulled down the zipper of your skirt, revealing crotchless lace panties, a match to the bra. “Suga’…” he moaned.

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Thief in the Night

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Who don’ eat the chocolate?

Writing prompt: Uhhhhh so I can’t find the writing challenge for this one, but the prompt was, “ who ate all the advent calendar chocolates “ Thanks to @valkyrieofsmut for being a great editor! :D 

She drummed her nails on the countertop. “Will you stop?” Clint asked, perched on the countertop.

“No,” she replied quickly, as she continued.

“That’s super annoying. Why are we all here anyways?” he asked.

She glanced around the kitchen, counting in her head - Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Sam, Wanda …. where was Tony? And as if on cue the elevator dinged and out strutted Stark himself. “Ok, what’s with the gathering, y/n?” Tony grumbled.

She pointed to the empty counter top. “Notice anything?”

She watched the faces of the team, all showing confusion. “Yeah, a countertop,” Sam replied.

She rolled her eyes. “What is missing from said countertop, jackass?!”

He shrugged and silence filled the room. She huffed. “My special San Francisco chocolate advent calendar that my FRIEND sent me because we always send advent calendars. And on the first day of advent, it is gone. NOT just gone! IN THE TRASH!” she exclaimed and pointed to the trash can topped with green boxes. “SO I ask, who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”

Silence, again. She looked at the faces non-betraying who accomplished the task. She sighed. “Fine, just….” she stopped, pushing her hair back, taking in the faces. “Just fine.”

She turned from the kitchen and walked down the hall. Shoulders slumped. Like she said; it was fine.

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Aww 😍😍😍 love this so much!

Runaway

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Writing Prompt: Are we really doing this right now? for @noshitstark’s challenge, which I can’t find to save my life so I fucking apologize

Warnings: ANGST as hell bc that’s just my mood (send me something happy) 

You had left. No note. No last final fight. You were just gone.

It had been months since Bucky saw you without a trace. Not one trace. Not even any algorithm could find you. And the team had tried, tried really hard to find you.

But you didn’t want to be found. That was obvious. But if Bucky was anything it was persistent.

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The argument

Pairing Bucky x reader

Summary : The reader and Bucky are not talking because he drank the rest of her coffee or at least that what it seems,

Warning: Angst

“You know if you pull a stunt like this you may actually break his heart,” Nat said to you.

You grinned. “He has a heart?”

“Y/n!”

“What?!?! It’s a valid question,” you explained, looking at yourself in the mirror. The silver dress still sparkles in the low light. “And anyway Fury requested I do this, despite what old man winter said.”

“Still could of said no,” she replied.

“And not see his face as I walk out the door on Wilson’s arm, puuuuuuhlease.”

“What in the world happened?!”

You placed the silver earrings on and you looked at her in the mirror. “You know what happened.”

“Yes, but you two can speak like to grown ass adults and get over it.”

“He drank my coffee!”

“God forbid!”

You rolled your eyes. You and Bucky hadn’t talked in three days. “This still isn’t the answer,” she said.

You shrugged. “Maybe not, but I do look hot.”

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Surfing

Nani and David get personal with childhood stories. 

Prompt: Tell me about your favorite childhood memory and what made it so special to you?

What time was it? Crap! Running late again.

The sun shone bright, no clouds marred the clear, blue sky, and the waves were perfect today. Thankfully, you had the night off so when David called about surfing, you were most definitely on board. Now to just get out the door!

“Lilo!” you scream down the hall. “You sure you don’t want to go?”

Lilo and Stitch come barreling around the corner, skidding to a stop in front of you. “Is David going?” she asks innocently. Hmmm

“Yes, David is going. Why? I thought you liked David?”

“Oh we do but, ummm,” she looks at Stitch.

“Dunga haga blabla, okay bye,” he waves, grabs Lilo by the hand and they race off.

“Weird” you mutter. “Whatever.” Time to hit the water!

The short drive to the beach passed quickly. David is waiting by the Hala tree and waves when he sees you. Jogging over to him, “Hey David, sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find my surfboard leash.”

“‘A‘ole pilikia. No problem Nani. The waves are choice today! Be careful though, a couple of guys are being wave hogs,” he warns you.

“I’m not worried but thanks for the head’s up. You ready?”

“You bet!”

The next several hours were a blur. Nothing relaxed you more than the sun, waves, and warm ocean breezes. That and laughing at David’s antics. It was a good day. The sun was starting to lower and people were packing up. You were sitting on your board, watching the sunset when David paddled over to you. For a while, the two of you just sat beside each other in comfortable silence, content enjoying the beautiful splashes of color stretching across the horizon.

David glances over at you. “It’s a good look on you”

“What’s a good look on me?”

“Happiness.”

“What are you talking about? I’m happy,” you retort defensively.

“Hmm of course you are. Relaxed then. When’s the last time you did something for yourself, Nani?”

Umm, you’re going to have to give that some thought.

“Well, I’m glad you came out today. I had a lot of fun.” David says as he lays back on his board. The sun has almost set and the moon is just starting to show. It’s a beautiful way to end the day.

“Yeah, me too.” You lay back on your board. The sound of the ocean softly swaying you. “What makes you happy, David?” You aren’t sure what compelled you to ask but realize you are incredibly interested in his answer.

He doesn’t respond right away and you begin to think he isn’t going to. “This,” he finally answers. “My family has been on this island forever. You can’t beat the scenery and the waves are killer!” He grins at you with that look that always gives you butterflies. “And you are here,” he says more softly.

“David, I…”

“Tell me a childhood memory, Nani. Tell me something special to you.” He interjects, looking back at the painted sky.

His face doesn’t betray anything out of the ordinary so you let the change of conversation go and consider his question. “I was older when Lilo was born. It was just the three of us for a long time and I kinda resented her taking all of our parents time away from me.” You huff a humorless laugh. “I’ve never told anyone this before.” David doesn’t say anything, just waits patiently. Like always. Steady David.  “Anyway, my mom didn’t want me to feel left out so every so often, she would take me shopping with her. We’d go have lunch together at this little place by the water. At the time, it seemed so fancy. I felt very grown-up and that time with my mom is one of the things I miss most.”

Your breath hitches and you look up, trying to keep the tears in that always accompanies memories of your parents.

“That’s the first time you’ve spoken about your parents,” David softly murmurs.

“Yea, it’s not easy to talk about. Lilo was so young when it happened that she doesn’t remember much.” You shrug, “It’s nice to remember the good times though.” Looking over at your best friend, floating beside you, you know this will be one of those good times to remember.

“Come on lolo,” you splash water at him, “let’s get packed up.” You don’t want the day to be over but it is getting late. “Pleakley is cooking,” you say as you load your board, “want to come over for dinner?”

David looks at you for a moment and then smiles that smile. The one that brings the butterflies. “‘Oia, sounds good”.

You can’t help the grin on your face. “Great, we’ll see you in a bit.”

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Sigh 😍 I love this story ❤️

The New Girl Chp 11

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: You are new in town with your new coffee shop and your neighbor isn’t really keen on new people.

Warnings: Fluff, song is miranda lambert pushin’ time the next chapters were written by listening her album over and over. 

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“For the love of god! Turn it off!”

You looked up from your papers and stared at the blue eyes of the man that had been a constant presence in your shop for the past four days, complaining. “Yes?”

“Turn it off,” he growled.

“Bucky, there is no music.”

“I’m not listening to Christmas music in May!”

You giggled and titled your head at him. “Are you hearing things?”

“This isn’t funny, doll.”

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This is one of my favorites. Who am I kidding? I love them all 😄❤️@omnomsauruswrites

The New Girl Chp 10

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: You are new in town with your new coffee shop and your neighbor isn’t really keen on new people.

Warnings: We have hit the SMUT. NSFW.

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Bucky had told you to dress casually. What the fuck did that mean? He refused to tell you where you were going, just to plan for a whole day of fun. You looked at the outfits on your bed. None screamed casual. You were probably overthinking this you told yourself, so you picked up jeans and a cute t-shirt, as casual as you could get without staring at your bed for hours.

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Love this!

This thread omg

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6??? @omnomsauruswrites Thankfully Marvel and DC are loaded!!! In no particular order...

Jason Momoa - I mean, just look 🤤

Ryan Reynolds

Chris Evans - WITH the beard.

Sebastian Stan - Mmm hims so hawt

Chris Helmsworth

Dewayne Johnson - it's the voice. Luvs me a deep rumbly voice ❤️

I don't have anyone to tag 😱 if you read this, tag!

rules: pretty basic really choose 6 smokin celebs and let us know who makes your hot list!

Tagged by @clarysfairchild 💜 thanks so much! Also, if anyone’s been tagging me and I didn’t do it, I am sorry it wasn’t intentional!

Daisy Johnson because Quake is a celeb🙃

Gabriel Luna

Nafeesah Williams (anissa on black lightning, watch the show yall!)

Chris evans (sorry, he’s the hottest chris for me!)

Wow I don’t know who else. I need to watch more TV. Ooh! Rihanna!

Kofi Siriboe from Queen Sugar (yall google that tall drink of water with a gorgeous smile!)

Tagging @muse-of-mbaku (winston duke gon a be 1-6 or nah? Lol)

@victaeriously (ima guess tae, namjoon, tae, older white guy with the big arms, constance wu, tae)

@sunalsolove @typosandteabags @florchis @modern-victoria @unforth-ninawaters @diegoalvesisgod

No obligation to do it and if you are reading consider yourself tagged!

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You're writing is getting hot!!!

Jealousy

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Writing Prompt:  Character A and B go undercover as a couple for @gaybybirth 10K Celebration & Writing Challenge. 

Summary: Six months after breaking up you have to go undercover with your ex Bucky. 

Warning: NSFW/Smut! oh and cursing, angst, hate, the works 

“You want me to … What? No, what?”

“It’s been six months.”

You looked at the redhead before you. “Thanks, Nat. I wasn’t keeping track.”

“You knew this could happen.”

“No, there was a new stipulation that said Y/N no longer plays with Bucky.”

“Y/n,” she sighed. “It’s just one mission.”

You glared at her. “It’s not JUST one mission, Nat. You are asking us to go under as a couple, WHEN we are NO longer a couple.”

“I know, I know. But Steve says…”.

“Screw what Steve says…” you muttered.

“Y/n. We need that file. You need to do this. For closure. For peace of mind. You can’t keep avoiding him.”

“Like hell I can’t,” you said, walking out of the office.

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I wonder if Thor’s Allspeak extends to animals

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Emergency Contact

How many times have I told you not to list me as an emergency contact? - Prompt for @omnomsauruswrites writing challenge. 

BFF’s: Nat x reader

You loved mornings like today. Outside, sun cresting the horizon, birds singing, peaceful.  It wasn’t often you made it to the park for sunrise yoga but it always relaxed you. And you needed relaxing after the week you’d had. Damn Tony and his malfunctioning machines that tore up the commons room on Monday. Tuesday’s shit storm was courtesy of Steve and Bucky sparring the gym into oblivion. Wednesday and Thursday delivered damn near back-to-back missions. Now, Friday, you were tired and just wanted a little tranquility. Meditating in the early hours at the park was always soothing.

Suddenly, to your chagrin, screaming goats shatter the still morning. Startled, you look around for the source and realize that it’s coming from your phone. What the hell? With an apologetic look to the people around you, who are currently giving you the stink-eye, you fumble with your phone to stop that atrocious noise.

“Oh great,” you grouse, seeing the name flashing on your caller ID. Swiping the answer button, “What do you want Nat?”

“Ms. Y/N, this is Nurse Cribbs at the Memorial ER. We have you listed as the emergency contact for Natasha Romanov.” What the fuck now??? Pinching the bridge of your nose, where an ache was forming, you wonder what’s she gotten into now.  “Ms. Y/N?”

“Yes, what happened?”

“She’s fine, resting and will be discharged in the next hour. She asked us to call you as she won’t be able to drive herself.” The nurse sounded like a nice lady but it was real difficult not to have very unnice thoughts right now.

You sigh and look wistfully around the calm and peaceful park, “That’s fine. I’ll be there.”

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Almost exactly an hour later, you stroll in the ER just in time to hear a loud commotion. The sinking feeling in your stomach proves right when you hear Nat screaming, “leave me alone you witch!”

You pass by a very exasperated looking nurse leaving Nat’s room and mumbling what sounded suspiciously like very inappropriate words. Nat’s eyes light up and she grins widely when she sees you, “Y/N!”

“How many times have I told you not to list me as an emergency contact?” You question wryly. “And when exactly did you change my ringtone? And WHY GOATS SCREAMING!?!”

“Well who else would I list but my best friend?” she asks innocently. “And you’re other ringtone sucked so I changed it while you were cooking dinner the other night.”

“We aren’t best friends, Nat. Hell, we aren’t friends at all! And leave my damn phone alone.”

“Of course we are. Bestie.” She says this with such a mix of conviction and mischievousness that you know you’ll be sorry for whatever she is up to.

“I have questions,” you say, rolling your eyes upward. “So, what’d you do this time?”

“Why do you have to say it like that? Maaybe I had an accident. Maaybe it’s a miracle I’m alive at all.” She sees the disbelieving look on my face. “Or maybe I tried keeping up with Steve this morning on his run and now I have stress fractures.”

“Uh huh. That sounds more like it. So you’ve taken to literally chasing after him now? Nat, really?”

She looks crestfallen for a moment, then perks up, “He did say nice form when he passed me on one lap.”  She sighs dreamily, “He totally wants me. Pretty sure he’s an ass guy.”

Throwing my hands in the air, “I give up!” Plopping down on the bed, you give her a quick hug. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Get me out of here and then drive by the Smoothie King.”

“Why am I going out of my way to drive BY the Smoothie King?” I question dubiously.

“Steve likes to get a smoothie after his runs and I want one more peek dat hot bod!”

I stare at you for a moment, sigh in defeat, and daydream about the park while you ramble on about Steve’s “hawt body”.

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A million invisible threads

Summary: Across seven decades, and through pivotal moments in the life of the Winter Soldier, there is someone in the background trying desperately to keep him from losing himself. Characters: Bucky x Reader Word count: 6,100 Warnings: This is Winter Soldier territory and it’s not always nice. Violence and death.

A/N: Yep it’s long. I am not an historian and it’s not canon, so there is an element of historical manipulation in some places, just go with it. Had fun writing this, thoughts are always welcome!

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In every life, there are a million invisible threads connecting each person to themselves. Some lives are happy and fulfilled, the threads strong and secure. Other lives are filled with unimaginable grief and horror, the threads damaged and broken. Every decision made, every choice leading down a new path, the implications reverberating across the span of a lifetime. The threads of any one life can fray and break, but they can be brought back together, held in the hand of someone you never know is there.

She is always on the edges, dancing along the periphery of his situation. She is not there to stop the worst from happening, she knows and accepts that sometimes the worst outcome is the only option. No one else notices her, she fades in and out of the memories of all those around her, an effortless talent that is simultaneously effective and tragic. As the years pass, as he spirals further and further, loses more of himself with ever step he takes, she picks up the broken threads he sheds after every mission. Tying them together, tucking them away, and searching for the opportunity to lay them down in front of him, reminding him of who is. She asks nothing in return, except that he keep fighting, keep his fingertips stretched toward the light, instead of descending into the bleak darkness he craves.

He never remembers her. Every interaction, no matter how large or small, is torn from his brain at his return. Even though every experience with her feels new, what his handlers are unable to understand, is that even when something leaves the mind, it can remain in the heart, because there exists a muscle memory that can’t be altered. In the heat of his moments with her, the feeling would always come, sharp and visceral, but heartbreakingly brief, making him believe if he just focused, if he just tried harder, he could find the answer. Sometimes he is so desperate to remember, he could scream with the pain. But most often, the guilt is so intense, he is desperate to forget.

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True story: guys online are actually complaining that Captain Marvel doesn’t smile in the trailer.

Update: Brie Larson’s response:

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Love this SO much!!! I want a hoodie ❤️

Royal Blue

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Prompt: Hoodies, for @captain-rogers-beard​ for #Mimi’s Fall Into Marvel Challenge

Summary: What happens after you accidentally wear Bucky’s hoodie

The royal blue hoodie was on a back of the kitchen chair and you didn’t think twice before you swiped it and gathered your snacks for a Brooklyn Nine-Nine marathon.

Your day had been shit. One of Tony’s new inventions had malfunctioned and caught fire, which set off the sprinkler system, dousing you. Of course, today was the day you wore white, making your blouse see-through. Tony had apologized multiple times, saying he’d dry clean your clothes. You all but growled at him the third time he said something.

Lucky for you Friday nights meant team nights and you’d have the whole place to yourself. You wouldn’t have to see Tony until possibly Monday. So you set your sights on Andy Samberg and the cast to make you laugh and make the day better.

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Captain Marvel (2019) insp.

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I love these stories ❤️

The New Girl Chp 7

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: You are new in town with your new coffee shop and your neighbor isn’t really keen on new people.

Warnings: Full of smut, right now major angst and fluff. Forewarning, NSFW is happening sooon

You pushed your hand through you hair. What the fuck had you done? Punch Bucky Barnes? You cringed and stared at the wall in front of you, groaning. He hadn’t shown up that morning for the motorcycle meet-up and you hadn’t asked Steve about him, when Steve came.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you said to yourself, hitting your head against the wall. What to do to fix this?

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