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[metalbuckaroo]

I know I’ve been inactive ASF but my baby got his first haircut today bc I tried to trim his bangs and made him look like lord farquad.

ANYWAY

I took him to the barber shop to fix it and HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A BIG BOY I CANT-

[metalbuckaroo]

Maybe an unpopular opinion-

I binged all three venom movies, not wanting to watch the last dance without rewatching the first two. And-

It wasn’t as good as the first two

I could rewatch Let There be carnage a million times, but I’m not sure about The Last Dance.

It wasn’t bad. Just not as good as the others.

[metalbuckaroo]

The Chase

Summary// "we had a deal, my dove. You promised."

AU// WinterSoldier!Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings// chasing kink, unprotected sex, smut, a yank to the hair, cursing, use of petnames- dove, dovey

Note// I think I'm a little rusty, but I'm also beyond tired rn so it could also be that ehsudienaua. This is a part two to the Black Mail fic I did for kinktober many moons ago

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

"One more week, dove. Better hurry."

[metalbuckaroo]

Damn. I was going through all of the emotions last night.

LOSTEN-

I was talked into playing LADS….

Tell me WHYYYYYY

They Bucky Barnes-ed Caleb.

I’m not mad about it though.

I just REAAALLY didn’t want to like him as a love interest bc it feels WEIRD

BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LIKE HIM NOW?!?!!!

HE HAS A METAL AAAARRRRRMMMMMMM 😩

[metalbuckaroo]

HES FUCKING OBSESSIVE

I want him.

A world with just the two of us??? Yes please. Thank you.

LOSTEN-

I was talked into playing LADS….

Tell me WHYYYYYY

They Bucky Barnes-ed Caleb.

I’m not mad about it though.

I just REAAALLY didn’t want to like him as a love interest bc it feels WEIRD

BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LIKE HIM NOW?!?!!!

HE HAS A METAL AAAARRRRRMMMMMMM 😩

[metalbuckaroo]

BROOOOO

The fucking showcase they just dropped has me rethinking it.

I can get behind A LOT of pet names. But pipsqueak???? Idk.

And the whole “sinner who’s confessing”

YEAH BITCH

THATS BASICALLY YOUR BROTHERRRRRRRRRRRR

YOU WERE RAISED TOGETHER

He’s still hot though. Not gonna lie.

LOSTEN-

I was talked into playing LADS….

Tell me WHYYYYYY

They Bucky Barnes-ed Caleb.

I’m not mad about it though.

I just REAAALLY didn’t want to like him as a love interest bc it feels WEIRD

BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LIKE HIM NOW?!?!!!

HE HAS A METAL AAAARRRRRMMMMMMM 😩

[metalbuckaroo]

desperately need to read or watch something that will alter my brain chemistry and turn me into a new person

[metalbuckaroo]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[metalbuckaroo]

LOSTEN-

I was talked into playing LADS….

Tell me WHYYYYYY

They Bucky Barnes-ed Caleb.

I’m not mad about it though.

I just REAAALLY didn’t want to like him as a love interest bc it feels WEIRD

BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LIKE HIM NOW?!?!!!

HE HAS A METAL AAAARRRRRMMMMMMM ���

[metalbuckaroo]

On a different note. How was everyone’s thanksgiving? (if you celebrate)

The highlight of mine was Oliver chasing my dads friend around with a riding crop telling him to bend over and take it like a man.

[metalbuckaroo]

I’ve been listening to Lights Out. Baby is at Oli’s mom’s for the night.

I have plans.

BIG Plans.

[metalbuckaroo]

Alright, alright-

Someone wrote a fic with biker Bucky where reader cock warmed Bucky while on the bike.

I have been on the search for it. I need it in my life but it’s been years since I read it and I can’t find it.

[metalbuckaroo]

He was also chased by someone’s pet turkey. Bc apparently he’s more scared of a bird than someone’s dungeon.

Oli came home from work today and said “I made 20 bucks”

Which was already suspicious.

This man let some guy talk him into carrying the packages he delivered into his basement. For 20 dollars.

I’m convinced he’d fall right into a serial killers trap.

[metalbuckaroo]

That man doesn’t know a stranger. He finds a new friend everywhere we go.

A serial killers wet dream is what he is

Oli came home from work today and said “I made 20 bucks”

Which was already suspicious.

This man let some guy talk him into carrying the packages he delivered into his basement. For 20 dollars.

I’m convinced he’d fall right into a serial killers trap.

[metalbuckaroo]

Oli came home from work today and said “I made 20 bucks”

Which was already suspicious.

This man let some guy talk him into carrying the packages he delivered into his basement. For 20 dollars.

I’m convinced he’d fall right into a serial killers trap.

[metalbuckaroo]

I’ve written too much angst. I’ve given myself chest pains and anxiety.

[metalbuckaroo]

Tipsy thoughts is boring when you’re basically talking to yourself nebejemfbsj

For one night and one night only

Tipsy thoughts is back.

Topic: Mafia Bucky