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Red - Part 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1205174706-red-part-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AushaPasha&wp_originator=rbDb7u1zBD2RYUXyy1LCBAie81ZXUTvQnoZW1wTKfgS62qTbnfrSTWHCRBfWmbQkvLeyQAyKl4dfszTNaOEDqJxA8L5Xq2WuNr4piR24PNHWrLNVUSfffsjrY6FJY0DR Bucky never forgot his first love. After years of grief and unresolved feelings, she needs a safe haven while she gets back on her feet. Bucky can't say no. After all, he promised Red the world and it was time to deliver. Will his love and support be enough to break the cycle and learn to not only survive but to live?

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These idiots….it’s complete! Go read now! 😍

everything and beyond (1/8)

steve rogers x f!reader (fluff)

summary: you pine after steve, and he pines after you. part 1: movie night

word count: 1.5k

warnings: vague mentions of injuries, swearing

(part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

a/n: i put too much pressure on myself when it comes to writing full fics so here’s me… not doing that. no big plan and tbh i’m not even sure where this will go, we’re just VIBING. the series theme is: MUTUAL PINING. [title from “beyond” by leon bridges]

   You stretch the small piece of medical tape carefully across the wound in Sam’s forehead, pressing it to activate the adhesive. “Did you hear me?”

   Satisfied, you rip off your gloves and toss them in the trash. “What?”

   “You should come to our movie night,” Sam repeats, shrugging on his hoodie. “You two deserve a chance to decompress, too.”

   Helen taps away at her computer in the corner of the room, her eyes flickering from one monitor to the other. “Will Thor be there?”

   Sam chuckles. “No word from Thor in a while, sorry.” You turn on your heels, gathering the first aid supplies you used and replacing them in the cabinet. “Steve will be, though.”

   You shut the door a bit too hard as you spin around, only to see Sam smirking at Helen.

   She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. Knowing how squeaky you can get when it comes to Steve, she saves you the embarrassment of speaking. “We’ll come.”

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At Disneyland, fully vaccinated, for the first time in over 460 days.

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This couldn’t have come at a better time today!!

They were so close!!

everything and beyond (5/?)

steve rogers x reader (fluff)

summary: you pine after steve, and he pines after you. part 5: baking

word count: 1.8k

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: i’m baaaack hi 🤗 who’s ready for some idiots???

 You drop three frantic knocks on the door to Steve’s quarters. When he opens it, you blurt, “Gotta go to the store and Sam’s watching the oven.”

 He tilts his head. “Okay?”

 “Wait, I mean—” You glance at your phone, flustered. “Sam’s gonna be here later, and I’m in the middle of baking his surprise birthday cake and I need more flour so—” Even without you finishing your thought, Steve exits his room and shuts the door. “Need you to watch the oven.”

 He chuckles, a playful push coaxing you towards the stairs. “Go, I got it.”

 As you grip your keys and jog down the stairs, you ask, “Do you know how to check if a cake is done?”

 “My ma taught me.”

 You pull out a timer on your phone and show it to Steve. “Gonna be done in 14 minutes, but if it’s not—”

 “Go.” He grins at you.

 The cute smile throws you off. That’s what it is, you’re sure of it.

 That’s why you stand on your tiptoes, planting a quick kiss to his smooth cheek. “You’re the best.”

 He blinks at you, and you practically run out the door. 

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Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

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Came out to my partner and friends this weekend.

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Way Down We Go: Part 11

A/N: smut warning for the beginning

** **

A featherlight touch and the smell of coffee and cooking bacon stirred you from your slumber. You opened your eyes and blinked, a fight between sleep and consciousness.

“Good morning, honey,” Steve crooned, his fingers stroking your cheek, and when you opened your eyes, his blue-green gaze was focused on you, his lips pulled into a half-smirk.

“You’re back?” You sat up and leaned on your left elbow, rubbing your eye with your right hand, a yawn building.

“Yeah, baby,” he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, searching your face before he leaned in and stole a kiss, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as his lips caressed your own, “I’m back.”

“Where did you go?” You turned your head and yawned your nose scrunching.

“I took care of a few things,” Steve placed his hand on your hip and slowly moving it up to your body, to your shoulder. He squeezed your shoulder, and then his hand made its descent down your side to your hip again, “get up and get dressed. I want to take you out today.”

“Out?” You sat up further and rubbed your eyes of sleep. “Out where?”

“Shopping,” Steve kissed you, “then dinner,” then he kissed you again.

“Shopping and dinner?” You closed your eyes and cracked your neck. “Didn’t you give me enough clothes?”

“Sweetheart, you barely have enough for a week,” Steve glanced toward the walk-in closet he determined was yours, and then he looked back your way, “your father took everything from you, and now we need to replace it.”

“Okay,” you raised your arms above your head snd stretched, angling your head back and extending your neck. As your back was arched chest was pushed forward, you were made well aware of your nipples hardening and Steve’s hands snaking under your shirt. His hands moved up your belly slowly, his fingertips brushing against the swells of your breasts before he managed to tweak your nipples.

“Steve!” You gasped, your head snapping in his direction, your eyes wide.

“Perfect nipples and perfect breasts,” his gaze darkened, and his tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. He had grasped your nipples in between his forefingers and thumbs, waking you from whatever leftover slumber may have been plaguing your body. As you whimpered and arched your back into his touch, you felt your flesh burning under the weight of his gaze, under the weight of the wanting, the deafening driven lust that was radiating like fog. It was covering every surface of the room and leaving you in a state of blissful high.

“Oh…” You spread your legs, the wetness soaking through your panties and coating your thighs in a sticky, hot mess that was a physical sign of just how turned on you were. It was a physical sign of your mutual want of Steve and his thick fingers that seemed to stroke you in just the perfect way, even if you were doing nothing but sitting in his lap watching a movie.

How could every touch turn you into a seeping mess? How could every innocent stroke of his fingers or his cheek against your own reduce you to a wanton heap of desperation?

“Oh, do you like that, baby?” he leaned in, his warm breath caressing your face. “Do you like it when daddy touches you?

“Y-yes,” you shuddered, your head lolled to the side, a whine emitting from your throat as he pulled his right hand away from your breast. He drugs his fingers down your stomach, fingerprints dancing lazily around your flesh, dipping into your belly button before they dashed the waistband of your panties. Every touch, every single minute that his hands were on you, was pushing you further toward your peak. All he had done was play with your taut nipples and huskily speak a few words, and you were already well on your way to losing yourself to an orgasm.

“yes, what, baby?” he slipped his hand beneath your panties, his fingers grazing that sensitive little bud that was growing increasingly hard. “You need to use your words, or daddy will stop touching you like this.”

You exhaled sharply and swallowed the figurative pill in your throat that made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. You knew his threat was genuine, and you knew that he would stop touching you if he didn’t get his way, even if that would be as painful for himself as it was for you. However, he would suffer through it, and you…well you would be left high and dry.

“Please,” you whimpered, your resolve crumbling like tissue paper caught in the wind, “daddy….”

Your satisfaction came when Steve angled his hand and started rubbing his fingers against your swollen and dripping pussy lips, spreading your slick juices around your needy and aching cunt. You were too close to an orgasm to have this moment be extended and you both knew that. You knew that this was just the beginning of your sexual relationship, and of course as a virgin, you were unexperienced with sex.

You were no stranger to self pleasure, but even your fingers on your clit had never felt as good as Steve’s. Your fingers on your clit or in your pussy had been pathetic compared to even the minuscule touches he was giving you.

“You’re close already, sweet girl?” he hummed in pleasure over just watching you. “Daddy will have to help you build up stamina, won’t i?”

“Yes daddy,” your head rolled back and your mouth part as a chorus of moans, whimpers and whines were steadily being pulled from your lips, “ye-yes d-daddy.”

Steve only had to push his fingers inside your sinking and waiting heat, he only had to curl his fingers to drive you over the edge. You boast his praises as you jerked your hips and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. His name was falling from your lips over and over like a broken record. All you felt was him, all you heard was his whispers of ‘good girl’, ‘precious baby’ and ‘you’re so perfect, doll’.

You hit your high, your body flooded with heat as you felt the after effects of such an orgasm. Your body was so reactive to his touch, and upon your descent from that high, you felt his lips on the side of your neck, moving against your tender flesh in a loving and ethereal display of his own affections beyond the level of mere lust.

Dare you think it, but it felt like a physical declaration of…love?

** **

“Mr. Rogers,” the waiter dressed in a black dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, addressed Steve with the upmost respect as he set a wine glass down on the table with his left hand tucked behidn his back, and then he adressed you, “Miss L/N,”

“Thank you,” you reached for your glass of white wine and lift it to your lips, slowly sipping on the finely crafted wine, “this is good.”

Steve watched you from across the table, his head tilted slightly to the right as his eyes studied you. You could feel his gaze roaming every inch of you that he could see above the table. From the angular neckline of the cocktail dress you had chosen to wear to dinner and the swell of your breasts as they were held in a strapless corset style bra beneath the gold sheathe, to your hands folded on the table. After spending a greater part of the day shopping for clothes to replace the one’s your father had gotten rid of, and Steve spending the time to wait in line at the cellphone place in the nearest mall to get you a new phone, which he had footed the bill for, he wanted to take you out for dinner under the premis of ‘something to tell you’.

“If you brought me here to tell me about my father’s trial date being moved up, I already know.” You squirmed in your seat, shifting on the lush dining chair, your ankles crossed under the chair. You knew what he had done, you knew what great lengths he had gone through to make sure you were well looked after, and after all that he had done to make up the great losses to you, the very least you could do was turn a blind eye. And remain ignorant.

“No,” Steve cleared his throat and fixed the sleeve of his dress shirt, “my partners and I are going on a retreat to Bali in a few weeks, and I would like you to come with me.”

“To Bali?” You furrowed your eyebrows and shifted in your seat, your mouth drying. “You want me to go to Bali with you?”

Steve reached across the table and grabbed your hands in his. His thumbs brushed across your knuckles in tender strokes that eased you and brought you a sense of relief among the spike of anxiety. You’d never been out of the country, let alone the state. Going to Bali with Steve would be a big step.

“I know you’re nervous, baby but this will be good for you. This will be good for us, and I know that my partners wives would love to meet you.”

“Steve,” you swallowed and chewed the inside of your cheek, your teeth digging into your flesh.

“You won’t be needed in court for your father’s case, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’ve never left the country. I’ve never even left the state. I don’t have a job-“

“You wouldn’t have to pay for anything, sweetheart.” Steve squeezed your hands.

“Bali…”

“A private villa with a private beach, an on staff chef, bartender and masseuse. While my partners and I are dealing with work, you could go shopping or spend the entire time at the beach or in the pool.” Steve was eager for you to go; he wanted to show you off to his partners; he wanted this to be the next step for you both.

“Can I think about it? Can I…” You frowned and reached for the wine glass and downed the white wine inside.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Steve’s concern was genuine and so was yours. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s going on in your head?”

“I don’t want to be…what am I to you? Am i…a play…thing?”

“Why would you think that? Why would you think I was using you as a toy?”

“No one else-“ Your voice wavered.

“Oh baby,” he crooned, his sympathies rising, “no one cared for you like I have. You haven’t been treated right. You’ve gotten used to the idea that anyone who helps you is using you.”

“Are you?” you questioned with shaking voice and hands.

“No,” he spoke true, “I only want you. I have only ever wanted you. I want to treat you right and in the future-“

There was genuineness to his voice. There was no single striata of a lie in his words. He was speaking an honest truth.

“Yes.” You cut him off. “Yes to Bali, yes to everything.”

“Even to a ring?”

** **

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These two are a mess! What is going on Steve?! Are you just that nice? Ugh

everything and beyond (3/?)

steve rogers x reader (fluff)

summary: you pine after steve, and he pines after you. part 3: double date

word count: 1.6k

(part 1) (part 2)

      How badly did you want to go on that double date?

      Tasha set up a lunch for us, but it’s the same day you get back. 

Can we eat some greasy american food?

      Anything you want. 

      You won’t be jetlagged?

Nope. Tell her yes!! So excited :)

      Me too. See you soon.  

   With a soft exhale, you clutch your phone facedown to your chest. “I have a date tomorrow.”

   Helen keeps neatly rolling her clothes into tight bundles. “With Steve?”

   “In… a way.”

   She sighs as she stuffs the shirts into her luggage. “For the record—"

   As the assistant to a genetics genius prone to epiphanies, you reflexively grab your phone and open a voice memos app.  Your finger hovers over the red record button. “Is this actually for the record? Because I hate when you say that and—”

   “This is a bad idea, and you should tell him how you feel,” Helen pushes.

   “It’s not like that,” you mumble, tossing your phone to the other side of your fluffy hotel bed.

   “How utterly unconvincing.” 

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Please do!

Reblog if you want your followers to ask you anything they're curious about.

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*thinking about the reviews I’ll get for the chapter I’m currently writing*

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My dad is visiting and I love him.

Somebody make his stop talking!!

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I will never, NEVER, write anything this amazing

glimpse

Pairing: softdarkghost!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 6.6k 

Summary: based on the prompt ‘Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave’ from Labyrinth

Warnings: 18+, softdark, exophilia, no minors, monster-fucking, death of a pet (old age), tiny bit of angst but not life changing, creepiness, stalking, haunting, ghosts, reader gets that ghost dick, dub-con, unprotected sex

this is for @sweeterthanthis ‘Quote Me On It’ writing challenge, congratulations for reaching 6k!!💕

It all started when your cat died. Rather, it had started when you moved in, but you didn’t notice until your cat died.

There was still dirt under your nails when you got back to your apartment. You’d taken a tiny trowel with you to the park to bury Sally and you were filthy. Filthy and entirely drained.

Moving to a new apartment had taken a lot out of Sally, you assumed. You’d only been there for a week before Sally passed, and although she slept throughout the day, she really seemed to come alive at night. You’d assumed you had more time.

You’d had hardly any sleep for the past week. Sally spent most night charging around the apartment, meowing loudly, knocking over pictures and vases and dragging your clothes out of your packing boxes. You’d had to shut your bedroom door to block out some of the noise, but even that wasn’t brilliant. It was lucky you were on the first floor. 

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Literally all I can think about is the phone sex that MUST have occurred with DBF Bucky during that year she was in New York.

Because she couldn’t cum the same way without him and she would’ve had lonely nights in a new city and that sweet sweet filthy mouth of his...

I just. I can’t.

man i really wanna make this into a oneshot...let me know if anyone wants that 👀

but like, imagine the first time she calls him and bucky picks up like “vibrator isn’t cuttin’ it anymore, is it, dove?” and you’re like “how did you know?” but it’s like 1am and he’s absolutely right.

so then it divulges into a weekly routine, almost nightly as either of you call and you can’t resist the low rasp of bucky’s hoarse voice as he says “can you do that for me, dove? can you use your fingers on that sweet pussy of yours?” as you hear him groan as he fists his cock.

sometimes he makes you wait like “uh, uh. not ‘til i say so, princess. gonna make you work for it.” and it’s honestly because he loves hearing you beg. but other nights he’s more kind like “don’t hold back for me, dove. i know you need it tonight.” 😳

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If anyone wondered about my handle 

Bucky in chonk scale

😹

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I kinda wish I did just for infamy lol

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

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Too Soon

Soooo… this absolutely did not turn out how I originally intended…

Summery: After two months, Bucky says he loves you. Is this too soon? Or can you still make this work?

Warnings: Sections in italics are flashbacks. Brief smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU), ummm… angst. It’s secretive angst. I don’t want to give away the end, but I don’t think there’s anything triggering involved apart from, maybe, some poisoning? 

A/N: If you wanted to throw me a reblog and a comment, I would love you for all time! Honestly, if I don’t get at least one person threatening something drastic… I have failed as a writer…

Word Count: 3365

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Omg please

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE