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gaysindistress · 3 months
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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest This fanart has haunted me since the first time I seen it and then I watched the Inglorious Bastards and here we are. There is nothing explicated stated but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to.
Footsteps and a knock at the door. 
“Mademoiselle?” the quiet voice of a maid drifts from the cracks of the door, “Mademoiselle are you awake? You have invités.”
The code word is what rouses the girl from her fitful sleep. Sliding out of her warm bed, the girl grabs her robe and slips it on before opening her bedroom door for her maid. 
“Merci, Josette. How many?” The hoarse voice tears its way from her throat as she steps aside for her maid to come in. 
Josette shifts nervously on her feet but stays put before whispering, “One but Mademoiselle, he is… he is the one from the papers.”
The girl nods as she listens to the frightened words of her maid. “Take him to the kitchen and tell him that I will be down momentarily. Give him a glass and a pitcher of water but do not offer him anything else and leave immediately. Wake Monsieur Pierre and tell him that you need him to take you to get honey. Do you understand?”
Josette doesn’t do anything, she just stares at the girl that she’s worked for for the last two years in shock. She begins to tremble and she grips her by the shoulders. 
“Tu comprends, Josette?”
She nods and scurries off down the hall, her blonde hair whipping behind her. The girl closes her door and begins to fix her appearance in her vanity mirror, rebraiding a braid she wore to sleep that night. She changes into her usual pair of cotton dungarees with a worn white blouse under and puts on the terribly knitted cardigan she made when Monsieur Pierre’s wife was first teaching her. Unable to find her boots, she slips on her oxfords and stalls at the door with her hand on the knob. She had hoped that it would’ve taken the bastard longer to find her but alas time is never going to be on her side. 
She pulls the door open and walks to the kitchen. She’d come to love this chateau during her months here and would miss it when she undoubtedly would be forced to flee. Pierre’s hushed voice draws her attention behind her but she doesn’t turn around. He’s telling Josette to hurry up and it almost made her chuckle. He wasn’t fond of the young blonde and would lecture her regularly. It seemed as though nothing would ever change from the sound of his frustrated voice. 
The flicking candle light in the kitchen is a warning, an omen really as she drew closer. She knows who was sitting in there, the man who had been haunting her dreams for years now.
“Monsieur,” she says in demure tone as she steps into the kitchen, “I apologize for my staff. She is a nervous girl. Would you like something to drink other than water? Coffee? Tea?”
“Fräulein,” the menacing voice that plagues her drawls, “you know that’s not how you should address me.”
The switch from French to German causes her to freeze internally but she doesn’t let it show. Instead she feigns nativity and she shakes her head at him, “I’m afraid I do not speak German, only French.”
He only stares at her. His sharp blue eyes are intense as they were before but the evidence of their time together is everlasting. A deep scar that stretches from his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye socket and a milky white eye in the middle of it. 
Her lip curls up in a smirk when she turns her face and sits opposite of him. He’s dressed in the usual attire of a colonel: an immaculately kept black uniform with a long black overcoat. 
“We both know that is a lie, Fräulein.”
She doesn’t respond. 
His own smirk overcomes his painfully beautiful face, “Drop the act, y/n. 
“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about. There is no act to be dropped and no y/n here.”
He leans back in his chair, causing the wood to creak and groan under his weight. He takes a drink of water while holding eye contact with her. Upon setting it down, the sound of gunfire rips through the air and she tenses while he watches for her reaction. When she doesn’t so much as flinch, he cocks his head at her and narrows his eyes. A car barrels down the gravel driveway and crashes into the ancient tree in the center. 
“I would apologize for them but that would be a lie,” he tells her. 
There’s a shift in the air and her demure french woman act is, in fact, dropped. 
Her accented German cuts thick through the air, “What do you want?”
“You.”
“No.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“No.”
“I will burn this shithole to the ground,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette tin and lights a cigarette. He offers one to her and she takes it, allowing him to light it. 
“Is that meant to scare me into going with you? Come on, James, you have done worse than that and I suspect you will do far more.”
“Perhaps,” he agrees with a shrug of his shoulders. “But you will come with me, y/n. Tonight.”
“No,” she states again, blowing out her smoke and crossing her arms. 
“Defiant as always I see,” he mutters under his breath as he too takes a drag of his cigarette.
There is a long silent pause as the two of them smoke and stare at each other. His beauty hasn’t waned over the years but it’s turned deadly. The scar she gave him when she escaped him that night adds to the murderous edge to his gaze. The uniform that he wears is foul and makes her sick to her stomach. He’d promised to leave, promised to get away before things got bad. He’d promised to come for her once it was safe and they could live the life they had dreamed of. 
He’d broken all of those promises when he put on that uniform. All but one promise that is. He has come for her and he would be able to provide her with his sick verison of safety. 
“One of us is going to die,” she says finally whilst tapping the ashes of her cigarette onto the floor. “That’s the only way this ends.”
“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”
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momotonescreaming · 11 months
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40s au anyone?
Steve Harrington is always immaculately dressed in the finest suits, hair carefully styled, drove the nicest car. Hawkins most eligible bachelor. Women dream of him taking them out to dance and then bringing them back home.
But the only person he brings home is Eddie. With his hair too long to be socially acceptable, with his wrinkled shirts, and fondness for music. A voice like honey and a real way with words.
He'd make himself comfortable at Steve's place, rain battering the windows, light down low, cigarette smoke curling up into the air, settling into a light haze. His wrinkled shirt hanging over the back of a chair, Eddie clad only in his undershirt, second hand suspenders, and worn socks peeking out from underneath his pants.
Steve comes home to the sound of one of his jazz records, the sound curling up with the smoke. He barely has time to shut the door and take off his jacket before Eddie is grabbing his hand and spinning him around.
They dance, Steve slowly rolling up his sleeves and coming undone as they take turns leading. He kicks off his shoes and Eddie spins him round. They follow the motions of the music, kissing as the record finishes.
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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Mirror, Mirror - 40’s AU
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Rating: Explicit
Tags: Sub!chubby!bucky, SSR au, 40’s au, dom!afab!reader, kinky idiots in love, TW: wg mention, Howard Stark’s Secret Sex Toy Line, men in lingerie, mirror sex, handjobs, humiliation kink, pnv!sex, slight description of subspace, man tears, house renovations or implementing ideas for kinky sex you be the judge
Bucky could be so clueless sometimes. It was endearing. You were watching your husband drill and set up the huge mirror in the living room. You’d been reading too many magazines and have fallen in love with the ‘streamline deco’ interior design. Visiting Howard’s house a while back only intensified it.
Your husband was a man of course and could care less. He claimed, “As long as I have a warm bed and my best girl with me.” The sap. When you and Bucky got hitched and moved in, your mothers decorated the place. So it looked like a sunshine floral nightmare from the 30’s.
You’d pestered your husband with magazine cut outs and ogling at furniture stores and catalogues to no avail. One day you sighed, “I guess I’ll have to hire some guys to help me out.” Jealously button tapped, now here you were watching the brunette work the huge mirror into the wall.
He stepped back and wiped from sweat from his brow, gesturing to the monstrous mirror. Bucky hummed, “Looks good huh honey?” You hugged him from behind, grinning toothily. “Oh it’s perfect baby, thank you. Everything is going to look great!”
He stepped back and surveyed the mirror some more, chuckling, “Don’t know why you had to get the biggest damn mirror in town though.” You shrugged, “It’s part of the design— you just don’t listen when I show you.” He rolled his eyes and turned to look at you, smirking. You cooed, “Go take a shower and I’ll get to cooking dinner okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” he saluted.
Bucky rounded the corner and you couldn’t help but giggle. Yes, the piece was exactly what you wanted. But there were some other ideas in mind. Bad, dirty things you wanted to do to your puppy. Oh he was going to lose it too, Buck got so damn shy. Regardless of the multitude of humiliating things you put the sweet baby through.
Padding to the drawer of lingerie made for your lover you snatched up a fiery red. It would look cute when his cheeks got all red from sniveling. You put the skimpy lace on the drawer and searched around for a notepad. In neat cursive you wrote, “Wear these under your night clothes if you’re feeling up to it sweet boy.”
Bucky was feeling up to it about all the time so you expected him to follow along. Padding back into the kitchen you began making an easy casserole and some greens. There were some reheatable cinnamon rolls if he wanted that.
“I need to watch my weight,” you could hear him whine. While eating seconds. Bucky was never very good at denying himself and his wants now that he got a second chance at life. Certainly not selfish of course, just a bit…greedy. Better than what could’ve been, you remind yourself.
Bucky shuffled into the dining room, cheeks flushed as expected. He croaked, “What do you have planned now?” You placed a hot dish on the table, dressed as the perfect housewife per usual. You hummed, “You’ll see. Sit down and eat. You’ve worked hard today honey.”
He gave you a wary look, but sat down like the good boy he was. The pair of you ate in anticipated silence, Bucky forking his food down quickly. You chided, “Slow down. You’ll ruin the fun with a bellyache.” The Sargeant muttered a weak ‘sorry’ and slowed his roll.
“Are you wearing what I asked you to?”
He trembled ever-so-slightly, blue orbs flicking down submissively. Bucky half-whined, “Yes ma’am. It’s all on.” You prodded further, “Fit okay?” Bucky squirmed in his seat, putting down his generous helping of food. He whispered something.
“What was that baby?”
“S’tight. Need bigger ones,” Buck grumbled.
You sipped your small glass of wine, humming, “I’ll be sure to order some more. Although I like them on the tight side. Looks good on my chubby Buckybear.” You got a whine out of that, his metal hand digging into the wood of his chair roughly.
You waved a hand, “Go on and finish my food baby, then I’ll show you what I have planned.” Pouty blues and poked lips graced you instead of obedience. Bucky begged, “M’okay now what is it? Show me please baby? I’ve eaten enough.” He palmed his belly and grimaced, “Really. I can have the rest as leftovers. You know I love your cooking.”
He seemed miserable and needy enough that you grabbed his warm hand over the table and squeezed. Flashing a genuine smile you cooed, “Clothes off in the living room, be on the couch while I clean up James.” He nodded eagerly, stacking up his plates and rushing out. You let your husband’s begging slide for this once because this little idea would be intense for the shy little thing.
Oh fuck cleaning, you wanted your man.
He waited, tapping a foot impatiently, a pillow secured over his fluffy belly. Bucky’s eyes widened on your appearance in the doorway, full lips falling open to gasp your name. You rolled your eyes playfully, explaining, “I thought about you by your lonesome in here and couldn’t help myself. Y’miss me stud?”
Bucky nodded eagerly, smiling like a goof as he exclaimed, “So, so much babydoll. What’cha got in mind, c’mere c’mere please?” His big blue eyes tugged at your lower belly, making you bite your red lips like a nervous schoolgirl. You strode over to the record player and put on some Tommy Dorsey. Quietly, of course, Buck’s cute little whines were more important.
You had already haphazardly tossed off your apron and now busied yourself undoing your blouse before stopping yourself. Bucky whined, “Clothes on this time?”
“Part of the plan Sarge. Almost forgot myself. You get a little peak- it’s about halfway undone.”
He frowned a bit, shifting on the couch. All while in that fiery lingerie. You stepped in front of him, curling a hand in dark locks, Bucky pressing his face between your tits with a soft exhale of relief. You cooed, “If it’s too much, you better let me know bear. Red, green, yellow, and tap some Morse if ya’ can’t talk.” Muffled by your tits he affirmed, “Yes ma’am.” Big hands had laid themselves on your ass, squeezing greedily.
You truly were in a giving mood today.
“Okay now baby, need you on your ass in front of that pretty new mirror you worked so hard on,” you said, sickly sweet. Bucky jerked his head back in shock, eyes searching your own to make sure you weren’t joking. Removing his hands from your rear you restated, “C’mon then pup, use the pillow to sit on if you need to. This is the big surprise dummy.”
Bucky sulked and did so, casting forlorn expressions back over a thick shoulder. You playfully pulled at his hair before stating, “Be right back babyboy, lemme grab some stuff.” He whined in discomfort, arms crossing. You quickly gathered Howard’s device and plenty of KY.
Back into the living room you slid down behind Bucky, kissing the nape of his neck. The brunette pouted, “Hate when ya’ leave me lookin’ stupid like this.” You nipped his ear and apologized, “Sorry baby, forgot to grab the stuff beforehand.”
You pushed Bucky slightly forward, getting a view of his ass and heavy balls. He was on his knees currently, you’d spread him out nice and good later. Bucky inhaled sharply through his nose, hands gripping his knees roughly. You lubed up the toy and asked, “Want to feel the stretch or take it slow? I got the vibrating toy.”
He remained silent before blurting, “No, no, now, please?”
Your tits flush to his back, thighs spread around his frame you moaned, “You got it sweet thing.” Regardless of plea you still applied some lube to his tight pucker, deviously snatching the panties to the side with a snap! Bucky’s head fell back on your shoulder, groaning deeply, marveling the sensation.
You slid the toy in slowly, the toy making its way with minimal assistance. Sleek but heavy. Bucky squirmed harder and gasped when the toy settled on his sweet spot. Oh yes, Tony had made 2.0 of his original design, one that would milk your boy dry. Bucky shuddered, panting, “Oh-oh sheesh, baby? Sumn’ different bout this one.” You breathily exhaled, “I got Howie to make a specialized one for me. So I can wear my needy pup out.”
“Oh godddd. Fuck.”
Using your still lubed hand you rearranged ordered your husband to spread wide and lean back into your frame, that way everything was exposed to the mirror. You could drool at the bra looking full in the dim light and slight softness of Bucky’s chest. His belly was cut in half, rolling out from the garter. You pinched a sweet fatty roll and cooed.
Bucky shut his eyes, begging, “Oh baby, come on!” You demanded, “Look at your pretty damn body or I won’t touch your cock once. Look up bear.” Bucky’s watery blue eyes reluctantly drug upward, gazing at himself in the dimmed light. He whined through his nose, ass shoving back between your thighs.
“Aren’t you just so gorgeous baby? My slut all wrapped up nicely,” you kissed along his neck, eyes flickering up to the mirror murmuring, “Angel baby.” You cupped a strong pec and squeezed, the brunette gasping and moaning. Your husband managed a weak, “I- mmh- look s’softtt.”
Buck’s throat bobbed as he seemed transfixed on the reflection. Thick thighs spread wide to show his barely concealed cock— thick and leaking under a scrap of lace. You tucked your chin on his shoulder and snapped the garter once against his belly, earning a whiny yelp and shiver.
You unclipped the belt to the stockings, shoving the tight thing down Buck’s pudgy midsection. He took the rest off in a hurry, almost sighing in relaxation, but cheeks flushing up again when he saw the deep red indentation across his tummy. You were still trying to be nice but found yourself teasing, “Workouts with Johnson going well, yeah? Hafta’ move down to those size 34’s.”
Bucky pouted and tore his gaze away. No, no, no. You couldn’t have that. Grabbing his stubbled jaw you tilted your love’s gaze back up and growled into his ear, “Buck, I’m kidding because I think you’re the most handsome man to walk this planet. Whatever pant size you wear. But I need you to watch yourself, ‘kay?”
He nodded, eyes watering up again, lips trembly. You fiddled around for the remote and put it on the first level, Sarge jolting with a sharp cry. Skimming a manicured hand down his tummy you pulled that gorgeous prick out, biting your lip. Slowly you jerked the taught flesh, cum already leaking out due to the toy.
Bucky arched his back, unsure whether to bounce to jostle the toy or fuck into your hand. He moaned frustratedly, eyes dark and intense in the mirror. Using your other hand you pulled back his extra skin so you could cup and stimulate the tip of his ruddy cock.
Bucky wailed, eyes closing for a split second before making contact with your own. He was moaning harshly, chest contracting in short bursts. You cooed, “Yeahh that’s my good boy, mhm, keep singing for me.” The brunette sobbed as you slid your thumb across his slit, “M’your hah-ah good boy!”
You typically were content just using your husband until he was a limp noodle but your pussy was swollen and achy from this new show. You cooed in sarge’s ear, “Bear, bein’ so good you got me needy. Want your cock in me pup? Think you can handle that?”
He blubbered a litany of yesses, pleases, babbbbyyyys, and many other unintelligible noises of pure want. You grinned goofily, rubbing his quivering body, cooing, “Settle down, I’m not going anywhere puppy.” He swallowed and those blue eyes watched you expectantly. God your husband made you feel like you could take over the world when he did that.
Patting his cheek you clambered in front of him, on your hands and knees. Bucky asked softly, “C-can I please take off your skirt? Please honey?” You got up on your haunches and nodded, back to undoing your blouse and tossing it away. Bucky made quick work of your skirt, starting up again about your underwear.
“Take it off, c’mere,” you sighed.
The radiating heat of his body made you shiver excitedly, sending your thighs to clenching again. You turned to kiss your husband while his big hands took their time undoing your remaining clothes. He was a good kisser, sweeping you in easily. The pair of you took it slow, breaking apart to pant and coo nonsense.
His cock had nestled between your ass cheeks and you slowly rolled back against it. Bucky’s big hands massaged your tits, rolling the buds of your nipples with soft groans. You sighed and licked into his hot tongue, nipping a plump lip. Your puppy was holding it together well, hadn’t dissolved into a puddle of goo.
Yet.
He nuzzled at your neck, blown pupils flicking up to your mirror image. Bucky whined so sweetly, voice raw, “Baby, sweets, can I fffu-fuck you now? M’gonna pop if I don’t.”
You assented, presenting yourself face-down, ass-up. Usually how Bucky ended up. What a strange night. The brunette’s shaky palms grabbed your hips as he dipped his heavy cock into your aching pussy. You moaned his name, lowering your back into an easy arch. Both of you cried out when he was seated.
Your gaze watched Bucky sniveling and sucking in breath from behind in the mirror. He mewled, “Ngh- oh fuck babyd-doll.” You breathed, “Yeah? Feel good? My puppy’s cock s’big.” You dropped your head at the stretch. “Jus’ gotta use it good baby, fuck your baby nice and hard.”
“I will, I will,” he promised, hair falling into his face as he vigorously nodded.
His eyes stayed on your own as he rolled into your cunt, the movement making him moan deeply. He sucked in another breath, whimpering, “Baby.” You let him breathe, he’d been such a good boy today regardless of the minor infractions.
“You got it, c’mon big guy,” you simpered.
Bucky gritted his jaw one time, that look of determination in his blues shone. He took you by surprise, rutting deeply inside and doing it again faster. You moaned in delight at the slaps of flesh, your husband’s cock rubbing that delicious spot. He was whining thinly, gasping and carrying on like this was his dying action.
You met him thrust for thrust, tits rubbing against the carpet, a surprise stimulation. You cried out, “Yes baby! Sweet puppy keep it up, making me so proud! Ahhfuck!” Bucky leaned over your prostrate frame, kissing and drooling. His tears wet your skin as the brunette split you open roughly.
His silvery hand curled around to swirl your swollen clit. He murmured brokenly against you, “Ngh- baby, cum for me please please m’so close don’t wa-wanna r-ruin oh god it!” He sobbed after, working you good and hard while falling to pieces.
You were sweaty and near delirious with pleasure, moaning like you were paid for it. Your belly was awash with heat, thighs trembling from his cock battering your sensitive insides. You turned to him, beckoning for a kiss. Once you swallowed down another sob of his you came.
Earth shaking, legs limp, mind-to-mush kind of orgasm. You cried out long and high, releasing all over Bucky in a gush of slick. Your pussy convulsed and twitched around him, already overspent. Your lids flicked open to watch Bear’s face crumple as he filled your cunt with his white hot cum.
He pulled you up flush to him, seeking to be close as possible as the intense orgasm hit him. Another possible side effect of super soldiers, they could cum for several intense minutes. So you cooed and let Bucky softly sob and mewl into your sweaty hair, cum dripping down your thighs from the sheer amount.
He settled into a soft pant, falling back ungracefully, you coming along with the fool. You turned to lay against his frame, swinging a leg over his thighs, tucking your head to his heaving chest. Bucky probably would be non-verbal by now with the mirror escapade.
You were content coddling and petting the soldier until he felt better. Bucky was your good, sweet boy after all. He kissed your cheek, humming idly to the record in the back. He had a soft smile on his pretty face. You locked that away in your memory box for safekeeping.
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thesugarclubs-blog · 10 months
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Last Call - Bucky Barnes x OC
warnings: 40s Bucky, pre-war, friends to lovers (kind of), bartender OC, first time smut, 18+
word count: 8.7k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1349570274-last-call-catherine
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It was a Friday night, which meant that people were packed into The Diamond like sardines. Catherine could barely see through all of the cigarette smoke. It used to make her sick, but she was used to it by now.
Catherine lifted a tray of drinks above her head, maneuvering around a small crowd of people. She was heading directly for two of the most nervous looking men she’d ever seen, but she knew them well. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes often snuck into The Diamond because it was too busy to card them. Rogers had only just turned 19 while Bucky was a little closer to his 21st birthday. But they still shouldn’t have been in here, and she knew it. She just didn’t have the heart to kick them out. 
Besides, they were cute.
Especially Barnes… even if he was a pain in her ass every time he came in.
She set the tray down and handed them two glasses of whiskey.
Bucky grabbed his and tossed her a wink.
“Thanks, gorgeous.”
“You need anything else?” She asked. “It’s last call and I gotta start closing up.” 
“Your number,” Bucky purred.
Steve audibly groaned, and Bucky shot him a death glare while Catherine chuckled.
“Barnes, you’ve been trying this for almost a year, and the answer is no.”
His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, and he lit a cigarette.
“How come you always play hard to get, doll?”
Catherine leaned over, almost pushing her breasts into his face. His eyes dropped to them quickly before locking on hers again. Meanwhile, Steve had his face buried in his hands. Bucky sucked on his cigarette and blew a smoke ring as she grinned and licked her lips.
“How come you don’t have identification, Barnes?”
“My pretty blue eyes and my word aren’t enough for ya?” He teased.
“You get away with far too much around here,” Catherine replied. 
A shout from across the bar drew her attention for a moment, more customers wanting drinks before closing time.
“Looks like you’re in demand, kitty-Cat,” Bucky grinned with a wink, ignoring the exasperated noise that Steve made.
“Call me that again and you’ll be wearin’ your whisky,” Catherine hissed.
“And it would be an honour,” Bucky replied, lips twitching into a small smirk this time. 
Catherine rolled her eyes and glanced at Steve, mouth open and the beginnings of his name on her lips but the smaller man got there first. 
“Don’t look at me! Like I could stop him from making a fool of himself?!” 
“Uh huh,” Catherine turned, shaking her head but she didn’t miss the scrunch of Bucky’s nose, cheeky and only slightly adorable as he watched her walk away.
She could feel his eyes on her as she walked through the hoards of people to get to the bar. Knowing how the sway of her hips under the skirt of her burgundy dress and the tie of her black apron on top emphasizing her waistline captivated him, she spared him a glance over her shoulder.
His eyes were on her, trailing every inch. It made Catherine feel wanted and powerful. Even she could admit to herself that despite tolerating him, his admiring glances were not like the other fellas around here.
"Hey sugar lips! How about another beer!" A thoroughly drunk man called out as Catherine rounded the bar, his hand coming down hard on her backside.
The action caused her to jump, her face turning red with both anger and disgust as she tightly gripped the tray in her hand to keep herself from knocking the old geezer out. 
Yeah, at least the Barnes boy wasn't like the other fellas. 
"How many times have I told you to keep your hands to yourself Lawrence!" Catherine snipped at him. "Do that again and you won't have hands to scratch your own ass with!" She tossed in, setting the tray down with a thud and grabbing another beer for the brute.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Bucky move to stand from his chair, hand gripping tightly at the table him and Steve were sitting at. She hoped he wouldn’t be stupid enough to walk up to the bar and say something, then she’d have to deal with two yucks and the one behind the counter was enough for right now.
She poured a mug and placed it harshly on the counter, the liquid sloshing against the glass at the movement. The man in front of her protested over the spilled drops and she let out a sharp exhale.
"Spilled half the beer on the floor missy," the drunk rambled and Catherine turned away from him. She heard him stand, ready to argue with her but his next foul words were cut short by the screech of stool legs dragging across the old floor. 
"I'll buy you another," Bucky's irritatingly smooth voice floated over her as she turned to watch him push the patron back in his seat with a firm hand to his shoulder. "Ain't no use in bugging the pretty lady over a few drops," he smiled at the man but his eyes were trained on Catherine. "Is there Larry?"
"My names Lawrence," the old man grumbled. 
"Alright Lester," Bucky cooed, "another beer. Please cookie," he dropped his tone and his tongue ran over his bottom lip.
Catherine’s eyes rolled heavenwards while she struggled to maintain her straight face, a smile threatening to erupt across her red lips.
“Lord preserve me from drunks an’ fools,” she muttered fixing another beer.
“Guess you’d be in the wrong line of work then, Darlin’.” 
Bucky raised his eyebrow and tossed a couple of peanuts from the bar into the air, catching them cockily in his mouth.
“Oh, so he gets to call you sweet names but when I do it—“ 
“Can it, Lance,” Bucky grinned, and when he wiggles his eyebrows at Catherine this time, she can’t help but chuckle. “Let the pretty lady do her job and why don’t you go enjoy your beer — you’re welcome by the way — over by the poker game I see goin’ on over there. Maybe your luck’ll be better with that, huh?” 
“You gonna let this kid talk to me like that? And for the last time, my name is Lawrence!” 
Catherine just shrugged, catching Bucky’s eye, shining with smugness as the drunkard wobbled from his stool and left the bar, huffing and puffing.
"You're welcome, darlin'," she heard the overly confident boy tell her. Making her roll her eyes and turn away to wipe down the counter
"I never said thank you, Barnes," she threw over her shoulder at him. 
He chuckled. The light sound irritating her as he replied, "And you'll never have to, Doll."
Catherine bit back an irritated smile as she wiped up the spilled beer from the counter with a wet rag, face turned away from him in an attempt to not let Bucky think that he had her under his spell, because he didn't. 
No, sir, she would not be swayed by his devilish good looks.
She was not the kind of woman to go googly eyed over some fresh face pretty boy with nice hair, even if he did have a certain charm about him and a nice ass.
“So what’d-”
“Oh Caaaat,” a voice whistled from behind Bucky, interrupting him and Catherine grumbled in annoyance. When she lifted her gaze from the counter top she found the brunette moustached man looking right at her, a sly smirk on his face. 
“How many times are you gonna make me beg for a dance, Cathy come ooooon.” 
“I thought you didn’t beg, Stark. And don’t you have all the dames you could want already?”
"I'd beg for you sugar," Howard winked at her as he rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. 
"One dance Howie and then I gotta get back to work," she rolled her eyes.
"How come you never dance with me when I beg?" Bucky whined, leaning over the counter even more. 
"Well cause honey you look like you have two left feet and you sure aren't a Stark." Catherine giggled and dropped the rag to the counter. She took great pleasure in the look in Bucky's eyes following her around the bar and as she slipped her hand into Howard's she threw a coy look over her shoulder at him.
Cheek to Cheek was playing on the jukebox which Al, The Diamond’s owner, had bought just the year before. Howard brought his left hand to the small of her back and pulled them a little closer as he led them around the small dance floor. 
“Did you agree to dance ‘cause you wanted to or are you trying to make someone jealous?” He asked, his moustache tickling against her ear.
“I ain’t got no-one to make jealous, Stark,” she replied.
“It doesn’t look like that from here,” Howard chuckled, tilting his head back towards the bar.
Catherine looked as they twirled, and sure enough Bucky was glaring daggers at Howard. A laugh bubbled up, unbidden. She liked seeing Bucky like that a little more than maybe she should have, considering she definitely did not like him. Not at all.
"Help me out, sugar?" She said quietly, when her back was to Bucky again, "Dip me, or kiss my cheek before we're done?"
Howards eyes twinkled mischievously, "Are you trying to rile the poor boy up, Catherine?"
“Humour me, Howie. Bucky over there doesn’t know when to quit, been chasin’ my tail for as long as he and Stevie have been comin’ in here. What’s one more tease?” 
Howard grinned, “I knew I liked you.” 
He spun her in time to the music and Catherine kept an eye on Bucky where he slumped back against the bar. With a new glass of whiskey in his hand, he sipped it slowly, eyes dark over the rim as he watched them dance. 
“Now,” she hissed and Howard reacted quickly, dipping her low, his moustached smile tickling her skin as he smacked a kiss to her cheek for good measure.
Catherine giggled as her hand slipped to steady herself on his shoulder, “you are a troublemaker, Stark” 
Standing themselves back up, Howard shot her a cocky smirk as he spun her outwards, and twirled her back in so her back was against his chest, “Just following orders, darling” he murdered against her ear. 
She could see how tightly Bucky was gripping his glass, and the twitch in his jaw showed her just how perfectly she’d gotten to him. The sparkle in his normally bright blue eyes has dimmed, dark, making him almost more attractive in the low lights of her bar. Feeling confident, Catherine shot him a grin before turning herself around to finish her dance with Howard, still feeling his eyes on the back of her neck.
"If I would've known," Howard started, distracting her from her victorious emotion as she met his smirk with a brow raised in question.
"I wouldn't have approached you, Darling Cathy. Not with a man's heart set on you so strongly." 
She shrugged, her eyes meeting the man in question as Howard twirled them around one last time.
"He's just having fun, Howard." Catherine told him, trying to burn that truth into her mind and heart.
"Maybe so, but.." they stopped dancing as the song ended. "If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under." 
He left her with those words kissed on her cheek and a wink before bowing out.
Catherine gave Howard an incredulous look as he sauntered back to the bar, chugging down the rest of his drink before placing the glass back on the counter wrong side up.
His trademark resignation that told Catherine he was calling it quits for the night. She quickly made her way behind the counter, tallying an entire nights worth of drinks before leaning against the bar with a smirk to hand him the bill.
All the while Bucky was glaring into his own drink, jaw tight, cheekbones so defined you could cut yourself on them.
"Whoa Nelly, do I really drink that much?" Howard chuckled eyeing his tab.
“Consistently surprising,” Catherine shook her head gently. “Barnes, if you hold that glass any tighter its liable to break.” 
Bucky set the glass on the counter, a playful smirk returning to his face as he collected himself back into the flirty playboy. “It’s not the glass I wanna break sugar,” he winked a crystal blue eye at her.
“Buck,” Steve slid nervously up next to his friend. “We should go it’s getting late,” he said without looking over at Catherine. 
“You go on ahead, I’m going to make sure none of these hounds bother Catherine as she’s closing up.” Bucky said quietly as his eyes flickered over to where Stark fished money from his wallet. 
“You are a hound Bucky Barnes,” Catherine said with a smirk but she quietly appreciated the gentlemanly gesture.
Wiggling her fingers and crinkling her nose at Steve as he left, Catherine collected Howard’s cash and rang up the bill.
“Hey Howie, you’ve given me $5 too much,” she said, turning back around.
Howard already had his coat slung over his arm and he looked back over his shoulder, tilling his hat in her direction
“Worth every cent Sweetheart. See you soon.”
Catherine shook her head, both irritated and grateful for the ridiculously large tip. She slid the money away into the till behind the counter, jumping when she looked up to find Bucky standing directly in front of her on the other side of the bar.
"Christ, Barnes, don't scare me like that!" She chided, taking money from another patron as they left the bar. Other customers were slowly trickling out as the closing hour ticked closer.
"Sorry, doll," He smiled, the gesture softer and sweeter now that Howard had left for the night, "Just wanna make sure none of these buffoons hassle you too much while you close up "
Catherine raised an eyebrow, a hand on her hip as she served Bucky an incredulous glance. 
“You know this isn’t my first time closing the bar alone, right?” 
“I know that, sweet face, but doesn’t hurt to have a little muscle around.” Catherine chuckled at Bucky calling himself muscle but he continued unfazed. “Who knows what the idiots who hang around this joint’ll try with a gal like you when she’s by herself. So I’m gonna look out for you, like the gentleman I am.” 
“God, you’re lucky you’re handsome,” Catherine sighed before throwing a rag in Bucky’s direction. He caught it swiftly, grinning like the cat who got the cream. “If you’re stickin’ around, make yourself useful and wipe down the tables.”
Bucky's tongue swiped along his bottom lip, twisting the rag between his fingers, "So you do think I'm handsome, huh?" He rasped with his lopsided smirk. 
"I regretted that the moment it left my mouth,"  she groaned, rolling her eyes but biting back a smile as she went back to collecting change from the remaining men in the bar. 
As she gathered the empty glasses from the bar top, and placed them next to the sink, doing her best to keep up with the flowing of exiting customers, Catherine couldn't stop her eyes from flickering over to where Bucky worked. Wiping the tables and stacking the chairs on top, actually taking the time to care about what she'd asked him to do. It was surprising to her from a man as cocky as Barnes, but still, a small flutter of butterflies sounded through her nerves and she felt herself smiling softly to herself. 
"Hey sweet cheeks, one more for the road," Lawrence slurred as he slumped himself in front of the til, pulling Catherine from her thoughts.
"I already rang the bell for last call and you got your drink already." Catherine reminded him, trying to stifle a grimace at the smell of booze on the old coot's breath.
"That! That wasn't a proper last drink." Lawrence cheesed, practically slamming his empty glass onto the bar.
"C'mon one more." He insisted.
"She said no Lancaster." Bucky barked from across the bar.
"You're really getting on my last fuckin' nerve boy." Lawrence growled.
"You know I hear that a lot," Bucky huffed with a smile on his face as he moved toward where Lawrence and Catherine stood. 
Lawrence had shifted his body closer to Catherine's and he reeked of a week long bender, shit and cigarettes'. "You best be going before that boy puts you out Lawrence, there'll be no fight in the Diamond." 
"This won't be a fight," Lawrence swung at Bucky who stepped out of the way short of taking the lazy fist to the jaw and let gravity do the work. The drunkard hit the ground hard, a twisted mix of booze and untied shoelaces created the perfect imbalance. He had knocked himself out. 
"That was pretty impressive if I do say so myself," Bucky smiled and his nose scrunched up all cute making Catherine smile back at him. 
"Well now I got a big drunk sleeping man in the middle of the bar," Catherine pouted, waving her rag at him before putting her hand on her hip.
“And there I was hoping’ to show off some of my skills,” Bucky sighed dramatically. “I got the boxin’ trophies to prove it.”
“Oh yeah?” Catherine raised her eyebrow. “Featherweight?”
“Hey!” He complained. “Welterweight actually,” he finished with a grumble, a pout forming on his face.
“Alright Champ, why don’t you put those muscles to good use and get that drunk outside?” Catherine laughed, nudging the prone man with her toe.
Bucky grinned, leaned down and grabbed the fellow by the arms. Catherine busied herself the the remaining clean up, but subtly watched him as he dragged the drunk across the floor and out the door.
She had to give him credit, he was stronger than he looked, even managing to heft Lawrence a little over the frame of the doorway so he didn't get jostled too roughly. She wouldn't have given him that much grace if she'd been doing it herself.
For all his cheekiness and cockiness, the small show of compassion told Catherine a lot about Bucky. The soft spot she had for him grew a little bigger.
When he reappeared, he wiped his brow dramatically before dusting off his hands. 
“That’s the trash taken care of, you need me to do anythin’ else, doll?” 
Catherine giggled, stepping out from behind the bar with a broom in her hand, watching as Bucky tucked the rag into his back pocket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. 
“If you don’t wanna dance, you don’t gotta palm off your stand in to me as a consolation prize,” he joked, “I’m a big boy.” 
He took the broom regardless, sweeping over to the jukebox and popping a dime into the slot before selecting a song. As the first notes of the song started, he bowed to the broom like a prince to a princess and then begun twirling it around the floor.
She watched him twirling the broom around the floor, and couldn't stop the genuine laugh that bubbled out of her chest as she rolled her eyes. Catherine attempted to turn her attention back to the pile of glasses that needed washing, but her eyes only wanted to focus on the goofy man dancing with a room. 
Bucky dipped the broom towards the ground and acted out brushing it's hair away from it's face, "you look so beautiful tonight," he complimented, standing back up and humming the song as he moved closer to where Catherine worked. 
"You really are a match maker, Cat, I think me and this lovely lady are getting on swell," he smirked. 
"Will you cut it out?" she chuckled, "I think your spreading the dirt more around the floor instead of actually sweeping it up"
"I'm just trying to enjoy the night doll." Bucky grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he made an actual attempt to sweep.
Catherine rolled her eyes at him, getting started on piling all the dirty glasses into the sink full of warm, soapy water.
"You know, I wouldn't have to dance with a broom if a certain dame would just take a chance on me." Bucky teased.
“Ain’t no dames here now Buck, the bar’s closed,” Catherine stated, knowing full well what he meant but she did so delight in frustrating him.
He sighed and put his hands on the top of the broom, resting his chin on them and stared dreamily at her.
“You got that right. All I see is a beautiful woman,” he said.
Catherine rolled her eyes, but she still felt the heat on her face as she blushed. "I hope that doesn't work on all the other girls you chase," she leaned into cleaning the bartop, trying to avoid the dreamy gaze he was giving her. It was doing things to her that she wasn't sure she wanted to admit to.
"Who says I'm chasing anyone else, doll?"
She let a laugh bubble up from her throat, "Oh c'mon Buck, I wasn't born yesterday," she smiled, biting her bottom lip, "I've heard the stories." 
Bucky raised a brow, standing up straight with a grin, slowly striding towards her until he reached the bar, setting the broom against the wooden bartop. "And what stories are those darlin'?" 
Catherine felt the blush creep up her neck again with the low tone of his voice, "Well you know..." her voice trailed off when her eyes met his. The blue in them popped underneath the dim lights making her chest fill with butterflies, "you know what, forget I said anything." She smiled, folding the rag in between her fingers.
“No, no. Sweetheart, if some schmuck has been spreadin’ rumours about me, puttin’ ideas in your head, I wanna know… what am I? Brooklyn’s answer to Casanova or somethin’?” 
Catherine huffed out a breath, and it hitched as Bucky’s palm brushed over her arm, fingers squeezing ever so gently at her bicep. 
“Somethin’ like that,” she replied, soft and quiet, unable to meet his eye with him suddenly being so close. 
“Then you gotta know, Catherine, I’ve only had my eye on one woman for a while now. About yay high,” he held his hand up to the top of her head, “red hair, breathtakin’ smile and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
Damn this boy had a way with his words. No wonder he had a small fan club of girls that waited on him most nights. She had to admit though, despite their best efforts, when she was working, she only ever saw Bucky dismiss them. Usually in a sweet flirty way that always made them come back to try again but there was still a pang of doubt deep in her mind. 
Catherine chewed on the inside of her cheek, as she aimlessly moved her cloth over the bartop, trying to busy herself and distract from the warm feeling he was making creep through her veins. She almost didn't notice when he glided away back to the jukebox and popped in another dime. 
Secret Love by Doris Day sounded out through the bar, and Bucky waltzed back over to her with his signature goofy grin. He reached his hand up and gently swept a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 
"Come on doll, they're playing our song," he whispered with a soft smile, tilting his head to the side as his blue eyes traced the features of her face.
Catherine felt goosebumps prickle to the surface where his hand had grazed her skin. Bucky stepped back and offered her his hand, bowing slightly. 
“May I have this dance?” His voice was an octave lower than usual. She rolled her eyes and smiled as she took his hand. 
“I guess it’s the least I can do since you helped clean up,” she laughed.
This was the closest they had ever been- his hands on her waist, her arms wrapped around his neck. The song echoed through the empty bar as Catherine became acutely aware of how alone they truly were. This was one of her favorites. She always watched couples slow dance to this, dreaming of a handsome fella to sweep her off her feet.
Once I had a secret love
That lived within the heart of me,
All too soon, my secret love,
Became impatient to be free.
Catherine smirked up at him through her lashes. Maybe Bucky was the handsome fella all along. “Our song, huh?” 
She meant to sound confident, but her voice was barely above a whisper. Her cheeks burned. Bucky just smiled down at her, continuing to sway with the music. 
Their eyes were locked as they slowly stepped side to side. Bucky’s goofy grin returned for a split second before he suddenly spun Catherine around and dipped her. She giggled and let out a small howl before he set her upright, still smiling like she hung the moon and the stars.
He cleared his throat and placed his hands back at her waist. “You got it all wrong, kitty. You think I come in, night after night, looking for love.” He paused, his fingers tracing light circles on the sides of her waist. 
“I come in here every night because I already found it.”
He sounded so sincere. Her heart was pounding and she was almost certain he could feel it hammering away. Her locked with his, finding nothing but pure blue waters pulling her in closer. 
Doris was fittingly still crooning about love: 
Now I shout it from the highest hills
Even told the golden daffodils
At last my heart's an open door
And my secret love's no secret anymore
She could feel his hands on her waist tighten their grip just a fraction, as if he was resisting to pull her in. Her body unconsciously was gravitating to his and she noticed his eyes flicker down to her lips, making her wet them in dazed anticipation. 
"Catherine?" 
He leaned in closer, breath fanning over her face. 
"Yes?" 
Her voice was trembling, afraid of the unspoken. His nose brushed hers and the breath caught in her throat.
"Would you let me love you?" 
His lips were so close, her body was humming even though they were standing still now. 
Catherine felt her whole body flush as her eyes fell to his lips, they looked lush and oh so tempting, so much so that she found herself wondering what it'd be like to have them pressed to hers.
Bucky seemed to be musing about the same thing, his own eyes locked on her mouth but instead of being the bold dashing hero he'd been earlier the evening, he bit back a smile and ran his tongue across his lips. 
The action made Catherine weak in the knees, for the first time ever, she felt herself turn as red as a tomato and stance falter but Bucky held her closer, keeping her on her feet.
"Whatcha blushin' for sweetheart?" Bucky smiled with a shit eating grin
Bucky’s thumb drew circles at her waist, the feel of his soothing touch against the soft fabric of her dress practically set her body ablaze.
“I’m n-,” Her breath’s grew quicker as he tilted his head, closing the distance between their faces just a touch. The hand that held her own squeezed lightly, calling to her and she drew her eyes back up to his sea of blue. 
The look in his eyes was so tender she felt her heart squeeze in her chest as she played back his words in her head and the feel of their bodies moving to the music as one. 
“Cat, I’m not going to pressure you,” his voice low and his words genuine. “If you say no I’ll leave ya alone, never walk back in here. But I would love the chance to show you how I really feel about ya dollface.”
“You better not go anywhere,” she countered softly. She glanced at his lips once more before lifting one hand to cup his cheek. 
“I better be seeing you every night if you’re serious, Bucky.”
"I couldn't be more," Bucky promised, not only with his words, but his hands and his eyes and Catherine might have been a fool but she believed him. She closed her eyes as one final promise crashed into her, their lips colliding and Bucky showing her just how much he meant his words. It was sweet and slow, their mouths working in tandem as the world slowed down around them. 
The music seemed to muffle and the lights were hazy in her vision when she finally opened her eyes again. His hand still on her back moved higher as he urged her closer to his chest. "You taste like whiskey," she licked her bottom lip. 
Bucky's hooded eyes flickered to the motion and he leaned forward, his body wanting more, "you taste like the feeling that the stars I can only see outside the city give me," he focused his glare away from her lips. "Wanderlust and longing." 
"You're chasing something Buck," Catherine whispered, taken aback by his intensity. "I'm afraid it's something bigger than the two of us."
"You're wrong sugar," Bucky dipped down, kissing her top lip and brushing their noses together. "Ain't nothing ever gonna be bigger than us."
“When you talk all sweet like that a girl might just start believin’ you,” she murmured, sliding her hand up over his shoulder to play with the hairs at the back of his neck.
“Don’t need to talk sweet when it’s the truth Cat,” he insisted, his lips still so close to hers.
Catherine tried to reply but her brain couldn’t seem to form words.  Flexing her fingers against his neck she pulled him closer, the need to feel his kiss again overriding any other thought.
This time the kiss was softer, filled with the promises Bucky seemed to be offering her. Catherine closed her eyes, trying to memorize the feel of his plush lips against hers, the way his hold on her told her how much he was appreciating the moment.
"Hmm," She sighed when they parted again.
"Give me a chance, sweet Cat," He whispered as the music faded and ended. 
She opened her eyes again, looking up into his as he continued, "I'll be yours every night till the end of time. Starting now. Lemme walk you home?"
Catherine laughed softly, brushing her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. Her fingers wrapped around the lapels of his jacket giving them a gentle tug. "If you thought you were leavin' here without walking me home Barnes,'' her voice trailed into a whisper lifting her heels off the ground onto the tips of her toes, meeting his lips once more, "you were sorely mistaken." She cooed against his lips. 
She released him as he let out a low groan, "let's start with one night?" A smile spread across her lips, "and just let the rest follow." 
Bucky gave her an enthusiastic nod making her giggle. "I promise I'll be so good to you doll," he said in between peppering her cheeks and nose with soft kisses.
“I don't doubt that one minute. But maybe I want you to be bad too?" Catherine let her tongue guide over her bottom lips reminiscing the warm and spice taste of his. She watched his mesmerizing blue eyes darken, molten lava flowed through her body as her brain flooded with indecent thought.
"I can be as bad as you want, goddess."
“I don’t doubt it, honey,” she replied, trying to keep her voice even despite the way her heart was pounding and her skin flushed pink. “How about you walk me home first and then maybe you can make good on that?” 
Bucky groaned, surging forward to kiss her again — a little haphazard, lips eager. 
She managed to pry herself away long enough to collect her things, Bucky waiting by the door until she was ready to lock up and head out. 
The walk home would usually take Catherine twenty minutes, only a few blocks, but with Bucky, time slowed. Soft whispers in the night, warm mouths on ears and cheeks, the man took every opportunity to pull her into a shadowed alcove. Pressing her against the brick, he claimed her mouth and sent her skin tingling with delicately wandering hands, never any lower or higher than her waist. And every time the kisses got a little hungrier, every time the simmer of want in Catherine’s belly bubbled away just a little more. 
It’s a wonder they finally made it to her door at all.
Bucky's arms found their way around her waist pulling her close to his body as he pressed her against her blue wooden apartment door. The heat under her skin ignited with every touch of his soft hands against her, and every thought in her mind melted away. All that was left was him. And everything she wanted him to do to her. 
"Bucky," Catherine mumbled against his lips with a smile, fumbling to find her keys, "We can't do this in the hallway," she giggled. 
Bucky hummed, trailing his lips across her jaw and down her neck, "I disagree," he teased. 
With an echo of laughter, Catherine placed her hand on his chest and pushed him lightly backwards, spinning around to unlock the door. As she did, Bucky pressed himself back into her, winding his arms back around her waist and pulling her ear lobe between his teeth.
"Barnes," Catherine tried her best to sound stern but his name ended up dripping from her mouth in a whine as her head fell backwards to meet his shoulder.
“I thought you wanted me to be bad, sugar,” he cooed against her ear. 
Goosebumps graced the back of her neck. Before she could help herself, Catherine’s lower back arched against Bucky’s solid frame. He groaned as they held that position for a split second. He didn’t push forward against her, simply tightened his grip around her waist with the slightest pressure. Then he stepped back, giving her space to open the door. 
She stole a glance behind her to see his eyes were lowered. This sweet boy would be the death of her. 
“I hope that was okay,” he said softly, reaching his hand out to gently smooth the fabric of her skirt against her waist. Her heart lept to her throat as she fumbled with the keys. The lock finally cooperated with her and Catherine shoved the door open with a huff. She spun and gently pressed her lips against his. They melted. A stark contrast to lust and passion the moment prior. 
“And I hope there’s more where that came from,” she sang, stepping backwards into her apartment. Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he looked her up and down. She unfastened the back of one of her work heels and kicked them off. Confidence bloomed in her lower belly.
“C’mon, be a good boy and help me get comfortable." The words flowed like honey as she slowly beckoned him with her pointer finger.
Bucky stepped up to her and placed both hands on her waist. “I can do that,” he purred. 
He trailed his fingers along her waist and up her sides. “Do you want help with the zipper?”
“If you’re offerin’,” she breathed, feeling his hands slide around her waist as she turned in his arms.
His hands squeezed gently at her waist before deft fingers moved up to grip the zipper pull, moving downwards at a tantalisingly slow pace. For every inch of skin he revealed he pressed a hot kiss to the back of her neck until the zipper stopped.  Trailing his fingers gently up her spine and across her shoulders he leaned forwards and whispered softly in her ear.
“Can I take this off Sweetheart?”
Her entire body flushed with heat, feeling his warm breath against the shell of her ear, followed by the gentle touch of his lips. Her knees knocked together as his lips moved from her ear to her neck, his fingers pushing back the hair draped over her shoulder. "Words, sweetheart." he murmured against her skin when she forgot to answer. 
"Yes," she breathed, "god yes." 
Bucky chucked, his hands slipping under the collar of her dress, letting it fall from her body and pool around her feet. She heard him hiss gently and his body heat disappear as he stepped back from her.  Catherine looked over her shoulder, her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched his gaze drag over her curves. "You're more beautiful than I have imagined."
"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, Barnes." her breath hitched as he traced her collarbone. 
"I can think of a few more things I can do with my mouth, love."
"Why don't you show me then?" Catherine teased him under hushed breaths. Slowly his fingers started the slow torturous journey of exploding every inch of her heated skin.
Catherine gasped out a breath as Bucky teased the lacy edges of her underwear, and she caught his hand in hers before he could go any further, leading him to the bed. 
“Takin’ me to your boudoir, I see,” Bucky grinned, kissing her through his cheeky smile as she rolled her eyes in response.
“On your knees, hot shot,” she whispered against his lips, perching herself on the edge of the bed as Bucky lowered to the floor with a thud. 
Catherine watched as Bucky’s palms  skimmed over her stockings, long fingers unclipping them from her garter belt with quick and practiced ease. 
“Look at you,” Bucky breathed, peering up at her through thick lashes as he lifted her leg and began to roll her stocking down. His lips followed, hot and wet over her skin and Catherine whined quietly, feeling exposed and empowered all at once.
Bucky took his time, painfully inching the stockings down her legs, his lips on her skin placing soft butterfly kisses on her knees while he took one of her feet at a time into his large hands.
He rolled the stockings over her ankles, warm wet lips leaving a trail down her calves and setting Catherine aflame. It was almost incomprehensible how much she needed him, she could feel her core aching, as he took his sweet time until finally he tossed the stockings behind him.
Those blue eyes were as vast as the ocean as they looked up at her from where Bucky kneeled in front of her on the floor, his finger tips running up the sides of her legs, over her hips and to her waist where they played with the hem of her undergarments.
"Can I take these off sweetheart?" Bucky asked, voice husky and strained with want.
Catherine gasped, her breath hitching at his touch. Silently she laid back onto the bed, her hair splaying out around her as she started up at Bucky above her. 
Slowly, Bucky took his time, inching the clothing downward with her help as she lifted her hips.
He made his way back up, hands warm on her skin as they slid around to unfasten the back of her garter belt. 
Which didn’t come off.
He tried again and then swore quietly under his breath as Catherine let out a soft giggle.
“Need a little help there Ace?” She chuckled but her expression was tender as he frowned up at her.
“Not usually,” he grumbled, a flush blooming across his cheeks.
“Just like the clips on a brassiere Buck, I’m sure you got this.,” she said, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss against his mouth.
The distraction was just what he needed as the clips sprung free and Catherine’s garter belt peeled easily away from her waist.
Catherine watched as Bucky took a moment for himself, breath hitching as he eyed her unclothed and most intimate part of her for the first time. His eyes scanned her hungrily, before making eye contact with her with the most delicious smile plastered across his face.
"Damn darlin', I think I just went to heaven." Bucky chuckled, leaning in closely and planting a kiss of Catherine's navel before slowly making his way south.
Catherine let out a breathy gasp, relishing in every wet peck to her skin, obliging when he gently pushed her knees apart until at last he was face-to-face with that sweet spot between her legs.
Bucky dipped his head as he ran his hands along her inner thighs, as she moaned above him. “I haven’t even started yet,” he chided playfully before slowly licking a long stripe between her folds, making her melt against the bed.
“So sweet,” he purred, moving to grip her hips to lick and suck at her delicate skin.
Catherine gasped in a breath, her hands gripping at her sheets as he lapped his tongue against her entrance, his hands kneading the soft skin of her hips and belly.
“Damn,” she whispered as her head lolled backwards and she became lost in sensation.
She looked down and caught his gaze, his eyes twinkling with devilish intent, and her back arched with pleasure as he closed his lips around her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue.
Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows, watching as he eagerly went to town. Every once in a while, his eyes would flick upwards, twinkling with delight as he checked in with her. She had no intention of stopping him though. 
Bucky Barnes had a reputation for a reason, it seemed, and Catherine was more than happy to reap the benefits of that for herself. 
When he finally sank his fingers into her, Catherine couldn't hold herself up anymore. A shudder rippled over her, her arms giving out as she whined, "Oh! Oh god! Bucky!"
For a moment, Bucky pulled his mouth away from her, and as she whimpered at the loss of his tongue, he smirked. "No God, doll. Just me."
Catherine couldn't help herself, she twisted her fingers in his hair and pushed him back into her folds. The way he chuckled while his tongue flicked wildly over the sensitive nub made her let out a groan that seemed to echo off the walls.
It was ridiculous how soaked she was, Bucky's finger slipping in and out of her effortlessly. When he added a second, the stretch was divine and it took everything in her not to beg for a third. She so desperately needed a third, to feel full and grind down on his fingers and tongue until she nose-dived into oblivion.
Bucky had his own ideas though, he was taking things slow, going at a grueling pace that had Catherine huffing and panting, ready to beg for more.
“Bucky,” she panted, lifting her hips towards his face. “Please…”
He lifted his head slightly and licked his lips, relishing in watching her fall apart. “Please what?”
“I need…more. I need you!” Catherine gasped, the hand in his hair stroking down to cup his cheek.
“Sugar, you have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to hear you say that,” he grinned, drawing teasing circles around her clit with his thumb.
“Just…please Bucky!” She groaned desperately, shifting on the bed, trying to feel as much of him as she could.
Bucky chuckled, Catherine could have sworn she could see a flash of nervousness in his eyes before he dragged his tongue across her cunt one last time. He slowly pulled his fingers from her, then leaned on the bedside, licking them off while he watched her.
"Get up here," Catherine pleaded, reaching for his shirt to pull him forward, and then huffed when she realized how much more clothing he had on than her. 
He smirked, "Slow down a bit, doll. We got all night."
He helped her unbutton his shirt before tossing it to the floor. Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her knee, able to see how frustrated she was becoming. "Catherine, it's alright. I plan on taking my time tonight. I've been waiting for you for ages, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
"You mean that?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded, then turned to unlace his boots and remove them before crawling on the bed. Bucky hissed as Catherine ran her hand beneath his tank top, gently running her nails along his skin.
She pulled gently, releasing the white cotton from the waistband of his pants and drew the tank top up over his chest.  He laughed when she nuzzled her nose into the scattering of dark hairs she found there, a rich deep sound she wanted to hear more of.
When he lifted the top over his head her lips found his again and she moaned into his mouth as their tongues moved against each other. 
Bucky’s hand slid down her back, making easier work of her brassiere than he had of her garter belt and then she was completely bare before him. Pulling back from their kiss he stared at her, a look akin to awe in his eyes and he drew a hand down his face.
"Wow," He breathed out, swallowing slowly before he met her gaze again.
"I was wrong, you're the stars and more."
Catherine let out a small laugh, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants to pull him closer again, "Come on Casanova," she tugged at the button, unhooking it and helping him shuffle out of the garment that was in the way of what she wanted.
Bucky blushed as he helped her remove his pants before he laid beside her in just his briefs. He watched as her eyes trailed slowly up and down his body as if she were trying to save it in her memories. "Tell me something..." Bucky said softly. "You've been playing coy with me for a good while now. How long have you actually been sweet on me?"
"At first," Catherine rolled toward him, kissing his bicep and then his chest, working her way across his warm skin until she was straddling him and her lips were buried at the base of his neck. "I wasn't," she admitted, feeling his fingers slowly trickle up her thighs in response. "At first, I wanted nothing more than your cheeky smile out of the Diamond but after a time I looked forward to seeing those eyes watching me from across the bar. After a time, I expected them."
"Then why deny me?" He asked in a whispery voice. 
"Perhaps I was afraid that if I accepted all your proposals you'd get bored of me." She kissed him, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip as she pushed back against the hardened length that tented from his briefs. "Perhaps I just liked the flirting," she giggled, feeling his shaky grip tighten. "It will make tonight that much sweeter," she kissed him again.
“Ain’t nothin’ sweeter than you Cat,” he murmured against her lips, letting out a groan as she ground her hips against him once more.
Relishing his reaction she continued sliding herself against his clothed cock, his hands on her hips encouraging her. Their kisses were punctuated with breathy moans as they moved together but when Catherine slid her hand down and tugged at the waistband of Bucky’s boxers she felt him falter.
Pulling away from him slightly she looked at him with concern.
“You ok there Buck?” She asked, but his face flushed with more than arousal.
He bit his lower lip nervously, "Sure. Everything's just fine."
Catherine frowned, sensing that he wasn't being entirely truthful and he huffed.
"Ah, fine! I'm, uh, not exactly experienced, if ya get what I'm saying?"
Catherine's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "What?!"
"I... I..." Bucky blushed a bright red and covered his face with one hand as he sighed. "I'm sorry Catherine," he murmured. "I should have told you."
“Ain’t nothing baby,” she cooed, “I’ve never experienced you,” she smiled and gave him a small kiss of reassurance. “There’s a first for everything,” Catherine ran a hand through his hair and kissed him gently. “Nice and slow,” she positioned him at her entrance with her other hand.
Naturally Bucky lifted to meet her and sunk slowly between her wetness, driving upward and dragging a soft moan from her lips. 
“Does it hurt?” He asked, slowing his entry. 
“No,” she said, pulling back from the kiss she was leaving on his chest. “It feels like heaven,” she gasped as he stretched her tightly and finished his thrust.
They stayed like that for a moment and Catherine’s heart stuttered at the look on his face, as if she’d hung the moon.
“Can I move?” She whispered.
“God, please!” He nodded, letting out a whimper as she began to rock her pelvis against his once more.
As Catherine began to ride him, Bucky gasped. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. "So good, baby..."
“Feels good don’t it?” Catherine huffed as Bucky began more confident. “Atta boy,” she cooed to him as his thrusts became well timed and hungry. 
Every inch of him rubbed all the spots just right and sent stars bursting through her vision as she braced herself and rolled back into his rocking.
One of his hands trailed up her body, palming her breast and teasing her peaked nipple between his fingers.
“Yeah, like that,” she moaned, throwing her head back at the sensation. 
He seemed to have found his stride now, and his confidence, as he slid his other hand off her hip and around to her pussy, circling her sensitive clit with his thumb.
Catherine's resounding moan filled the room. "Yes," he praised. "You look so pretty, sweetheart."
“Keep talking sugar,” she praised as the two of them connected on a level that she didn’t even believe was possible. 
Every inch of her body burned with pleasure as Bucky hit every nerve within her. “I’m close,” Bucky moaned, his words strangled and tight.
“Hold on baby, I’m right there with you,” Catherine gasped.
Bucky dug his heels into the bed to give him more leverage as he thrust up into her, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he tried to hold off his release.
Catherine leaned forwards and slipped a hand round the back of his neck, pulling him up to meet her halfway and their lips crashed together. Grinding herself even harder against him she finally exploded with pleasure, crying her release into his mouth.
With a low groan, Bucky thrust upward a few more times before coming undone, filling her to the brim. He continued to kiss her slowly as they both rode out their high. He rubbed her back as she pulled away from him slightly. "You're amazing."
“Speak for yourself big boy,” Catherine kissed his jaw line and left a trail of sloppy praising kisses in her wake. 
“I’d spend forever learning from you just to be half as good,” he huffed breathlessly. 
“Good thing you’re sticking around,” Catherine sighed looking up at him with hopeful eyes.
“You say that like you’re expectin’ me to just disappear. I told you before love, I’m all in.”
“Yeah you were,” Cat smirked and Bucky looked at her a little shocked before laughing and tightening his arms around her.
“You might be right Buck, maybe we do got somethin’ here,” Cat hummed, her fingers tracing idly over his chest.
“I know we have Darlin’, and I’m gonna spend every day provin’ it to ya,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead as they settled in the gentle warmth of each other’s arms.
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Hello Ally! Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!
Congrats for 100 followers and open the celebration !!l I'm so proud of you 😌😌💖💖
My request is:
Skinny Steve and best friend!reader
the prompt:Person B isn't a very affectionate person, while Person A cherishes every moment they get with Person B. One day while Person A is cooking breakfast, Person B comes up and surprises Person A with a hug from behind. (Bonus + Person A buries their head into the back of Person A's shirt.)
you can decide the two roles for who is who, I don't mind and I'm so excited about your drabble or anything !!
Love you💖💖
Thank you so much dear <3
I loved this request very much! Skinny!steve is an adorable bean and the prompt was *chefs kiss* When I read this I knew I had to make this into an 40s!au, it just fit so well.
I don't want to talk too much or spoil anything. So to find out who got which role you have to read ;) I hope you enjoy it. PS: This became wayyy longer than I had anticipated. I wanted to make short things for these requests, as a practice. Well, practice failed xD
Wordcount: 4.3k
Warnings: none
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What took so long? She had knocked, yet they took forever to respond. Looking around the narrow and dim hallway, she willed them to open the door again. It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable standing here, but she knew their neighbors were always watching and listening and she didn’t like that one bit.
Finally, the door opened, to reveal the brown-haired young man of the duo she called her best friends.
“Why are you alone?” Was the first thing Bucky said and it made her roll her eyes. What class he had. Instead of answering Y/N pushed him to the side - which in reality Bucky stepped aside to let her in - to enter the apartment.
“That’s all you can say when you see your best friend? Not a ‘hello Y/N, how are you today? How was work?’ Or a ‘lovely do you look tonight, is that dress new?’”, she teased him. Bucky huffed at that and closed the door behind her. Instead of giving her a proper greeting, he came near her, feigning to tousle her hair or playfully rough her up some other way. It made both of them snicker.
“Hey punk, look who’s here!”, he then shouted further into the small apartment. It was more the size of a shoebox than anything. But it was their own, they liked to emphasize and at least they had a roof over their head.
Shuffling came from the only other door that led into the only other room besides this, which was everything from kitchen to living and dining room and entrance. Shortly after the shuffling Steve poked his head out of the doorframe. It made her smile.
“Hello Steve!” Leaving Bucky behind she walked over to the smaller blonde. Her smile - from being happy to see him - quickly melted into a frown as she noticed his clothes.
“Why do you look like that?” she asked him. He wasn’t wearing his going out clothes, which he should have considering they had agreed to go out dancing. All four of them. Bucky, Steve, her roommate, and Y/N. 
“Ouch Y/N/N. Don’t wound the poor man, he can’t do anything for being so ugly.” Scowling she turned back and hit Bucky in the chest. So hard that he ‘oofed’ and rubbed the spot on his chest afterward.
“That’s not what I meant!”, she bickered back at him before she turned to Steve again. “That’s not what I meant.” Her voice was much softer as she repeated her words, barely above a whisper.
“Why aren’t you ready?” she asked him and pointed at his outfit. He didn’t look anywhere near ready to go out. Bucky huffed behind her and she could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes at Steve.
“The punk doesn’t want to go.” 
“Why?” Y/N frowned. 
“I’m not in the mood,” Steve muttered and looked down at his feet. He did that whenever he didn’t want to talk about something. 
“You said you would go. You promised. Please,” she asked him, no begged. “Don’t leave me alone. Don’t let me go alone with Dot and Bucky, they’ll ditch me the second they get the chance to.”
“Wait, so Dot is coming?” Bucky chimed in again, his head appearing in the corner of her eye. Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved Bucky in the shoulder.
“Yes, she will meet us at the dance hall in a bit.”, she said. “But that’s not the point!” And with that, she shooed him away so she could solely focus on Steve and why he didn’t want to go. 
Now she asked him quieter and much more serious, “Is everything alright? Are you feeling off? Ill? Or is there something else going on?” 
He didn’t work with her, just looked at her blankly. Well, actually he mostly tried to avoid her gaze. Then he shrugged again, 
“I’m not feeling it tonight. Not in the mood to go dancing is all.” 
Not that he would ever tell her, ever admit, that he couldn’t stand to watch her dance with other men. That he hated to see her be taken from him, asked to dance with - something he couldn’t do with her as they could. He knew just one day - sooner than he would like or could bear - she would be stolen right under his nose by another man.
“C’mon, you can’t leave me alone with these two. Please,” she begged again, smiling at him in that way she knew he couldn’t say no to her. Today however he was a tough nut to crack, only scoffing at it and looking back at his feet. 
He was like that sometimes with her, but she never took it seriously, she could never be mad at him for it. Steve was a very closed-off and silent person. He didn’t trust easily and thus he didn’t open himself often. Bucky and she were pretty much the only people Steve felt comfortable enough to be his true self. But even with them, he had his exceptions.
“We don’t have to go long. Only a song or two.”
He still seemed hesitant, now looking back at her but without saying anything. She knew he was contemplating, thinking deeply. This could go either way, Steve was stubborn, and if he had made his mind up if he truly didn’t want to…
“Fine.”, she agreed with a heavy sigh and a nod. 
“Thank you!” Beaming she leaned in towards him and kissed his cheek. In her joy, she didn’t even notice how red he turned from it. But Bucky did and he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Steve over her shoulder.
The streets were busy with young people looking to enjoy their evening and workers from and to their way to work. Quiet was something that couldn’t be found in New York. You were never alone, there was always someone listening or seeing what you were doing. With so many people living in close quarters it couldn’t be quiet.
But it wasn't all the other people that were loud right now as the trio was on their way to the dance hall. It was Bucky and Y/N’s incessant bickering. They were best friends too, just like Steve was with them. It was all just friendly banter, constant, however.
“Do not make me homeless Barnes!” The woman in their middle complained to the tallest of the group. Bucky had a bright grin on his lips, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his trousers. He was a handsome fella, a lady's man and he knew that. His careless behavior however agitated Y/N at that moment. It didn’t sit right with her that his latest conquest was no other than her roommate.
“I'm serious! If you break her heart - and you will at one point Bucky, I know you well enough - I’ll be in a real awkward position. I may even need to look for another home then.” It was true. Her roommate had the apartment rented originally and Y/N had found it by luck just when she had been looking for a roommate. If Bucky screwed up she feared her roommate would kick her to the curb.
“You can always crash at our place until you find something or just come stay with us, doll. Am I right Steve?” 
“What would your mother say? She would get a heart attack!”, she argued and shook her head.
“Screw that, what would my mother say? I’m a respectable young woman with a good reputation to uphold. I can’t live together with two young men when neither is my husband.” She sounded like her mother reciting it. It was her words after all. Now Y/N herself didn’t see it that strictly, but the beliefs her mother had drilled into her still found some space. She didn’t want to have their neighbors talk. Hell, these people probably already talked enough about the three of them and how inappropriate it was for her to visit them alone and so often too.
Before their banter could continue they were almost at the dance hall already and in front of it stood Y/N’s roommate, waving and calling for them.
Going to the dance hall went like it always did. They would enter as one big group and scope out a table for them where they could sit and drink and rest in between dancing. 
Said table would be Steve’s spot for the entire evening. He never really wavered from them, even if both Bucky and Y/N tried to every time.
Bucky had long given up trying to get Steve paired up with a girl to dance, Steve had stopped trying after the first or second time. They never wanted to dance with him. 
Bucky was the one that was gone the quickest. He always found a girl in no time. Now with Y/N’s roommate, they were gone even faster. Almost immediately after they had found a table at the corner Bucky had been dragged towards the dancefloor.
Y/N was the switch. She alternated between spending time with Steve sitting at the table and indulging the dancefloor herself. That was if someone asked her to dance. Some days there would be a huge flock of young men asking her, they would almost form a line, on other days it was just one or two, and sometimes there were none. 
She didn’t like the huge attention and normally only danced to one or two songs. She wasn’t here for the dancing part. Steve never believed her if she told him that, always insisting to take her chance and dance with another guy. Why couldn’t he see she just wanted to spend time with *him.*
She did like to dance and for the most part, the young men asking her were nice. Only one or two had tried to cop a feel but Bucky had come to her rescue then. But what she wanted more than to dance with some random guy, was to dance with Steve. She had tried to talk him into it but he never agreed. So the next best thing for her was to sit with him at the table they chose and listen to the music and chat.
Tonight was one of those nights where they were just doing this. The conversation however was tedious and felt forced. Steve answered shortly, most of his answers were clipped and one word only. He seemed too deep in thought. 
With time she got fed up and bored. They were now mostly sitting in silence. That’s when she saw her roommate across the room, waving her over. Confused, she looked around, but it had to be her she meant.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” she told Steve and got up. Almost there the other girl pulled her to herself almost making her stumble.
“I need a favor. A big one.” Her tone was giddy yet somehow apologetic. It gave Y/N a bad feeling. She had an idea what this could be about. “I need the apartment for me tonight.” Oh no.
“Don’t do this to me, Dot,” Y/N whined.
“Please!” Dot whined back, doing her best rendition of her sad face to persuade. “Bucky said you could stay over at their place tonight.”
“Dot!”, she protested. 
“Please, please, please. I owe you if you do that. Can you?”
How could she say no? If she did, Dot would never forgive her and she didn’t want them to go bother Steve and kick him out. So she agreed, albeit reluctantly and rather bummed out.
Where was she supposed to go now? Where was she supposed to sleep? 
Back at the table, she slumped down in her seat beside Steve. He immediately noticed something was wrong. So she told him, whining about the precarious situation.
“Stay the night,” he blurted out, startling her. Surprised she looked at him, her mouth slightly opened.
“I mean-” he went on to correct himself, clearing his throat, “Buck was right. You can stay at our place for the night. I’ll take the couch and you sleep in our bed.”
“No, Steve. I can’t do that.” She shook her head.
“But you can.” He was serious. His expression alone showed that.
“I insist, doll.”
His usage of a nickname made her swallow. Butterflies blossomed in the pit of her stomach. How could she keep disagreeing with him if he insisted and called her that?
“I’m not going to take no for an answer, Sweetheart.” There. He was doing it again! “You said so yourself earlier. You are a young, respectable woman. I can’t let you be homeless for the night. It’s not safe.”
“Alright,” she agreed, still reluctant. “But only under the condition that we share the bed. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch, it’s so uncomfortable and bad for your back.”
Now it was Steve’s turn to try to resist and argue with her. He was already opening his mouth to protest when she cut him off.
“It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep on a bed together.” In truth, most of these incidents had happened before they hit puberty. But it had happened once or twice as teenagers and young adults too.
The apartment building was somewhat quiet when they entered. Quieter than in the day but again, it was never truly quiet. They could hear the clanks of bottles and pans as some people cooked, several dogs barking outside, and the occasional crying baby.
The hallways were dark, you had to look closely to not trip over empty milk bottles left on doorsteps and old newspapers and the other odd stuff people set in the hallways.
It felt like they were doing something naughty, something forbidden and in a strange way, this feeling made Y/N giddy. Steve shushed her giggling as he led her through the hallway. They were sneaking their way up to his apartment through the staircase and halls, carefully to avoid being seen by any nosy, prejudiced, and gossipy neighbors.
Only once inside the flat, they both broke out in snickers and giggles, the humor and absurdity of their doing catching up to them. Like two naughty Teenagers.
Steve placed his keys onto the small table they had before he removed his coat and looked back at her. She knew the apartment almost as well as she knew her own. It still felt too early to go to bed. She still had too much energy.
“Let’s dance,” she blurted out, surprising both of them. It had been a spur-of-the-moment idea but after she thought about it again she added softer, “Dance with me.”
It was a silly request. He didn’t dance. She knew that. Even if they were in the dance hall, he didn’t. But there was a small hope he would say yes. Because it was her that had asked. Steve wasn’t a very affectionate person. He rarely truly smiled, most of the time it was a small, barely-there thing or it was sarcastic. That he had much of. He was a walking sass machine, yet the words and actions from deep in his heart were seldomly seen.
Feeling stupid for asking, really she knew better than to ask him, she wanted to take it back. That’s when Steve beat her to words, surprising her entirely.
“I think there is a record,” he mumbled and started to look around for the small collection of discs they had. The record player was second-hand. Bucky’s parents had gifted it to them together with the records when they moved in. 
It surprised Y/N. So he wanted to dance? The scratching of the needle sounded before the first tones of the record started playing. By the time the first song was already well into playing Steve turned around, nervously drying his clammy hands on his pants. 
He looked around the room and shoved the table to the side before he turned back to her. Now he stood in the middle of the room, holding his hand out to her. Y/N could only look at him dumbly, the surprise still written across her face. Was she dreaming right now?
“C’mon.” Steve looked unsure of himself but still held his hand out to her. This snapped her out of it. Putting her purse on the ground and shrugging her thin coat off, she hurried over to him.
Her breath caught in her throat as their hands connected. His hand was much bigger than hers and somewhat more callused but still very soft. There were the small ridges from his constant use of pencils and paintbrushes, yet his grip was delicate.
Both of them slowly shuffled into a dancing position. At first, they had some trouble adjusting and trying out some of the proper poses but it felt too stiff. It was only when the first tones of the next song, a very soft and slow melody, started to play that they looked at each other and threw everything overboard.
Still, somewhat hesitant Y/N took a step closer to him, the fingers of their connected hands weaving between each other and their free hands finding rest on the opposite body. Entangled in an intimate embrace both of them started to sway to the soft music slowly.
“Thank you,” she whispered at some point. She could feel Steve tensing up slightly.
“What for?” he asked her.
“For dancing with me. I know I always say I don’t like to dance that much but once in a while it is nice.”
Steve was silent at her words, it almost felt as if she had said something wrong. 
“Surely you have had better dance partners,” he muttered eventually. 
“No,” Softly she hummed and shook her head at the words.
The simple word made him pull back just so much that he could look at her with one raised eyebrow. 
“I like it. I’d even say you are the best dance partner I’ve danced with.” 
Now that made Steve scoff. She was almost sure he would stop the dancing now, pull away and pout at her. But he didn’t, she however could feel his fingers tightening their grip at her waist, flexing.
“Do you want to know why?”, she now asked him and he shrugged his shoulders, wanting to but at the same time not.
“Because it is you,” she told him. “The other men I have danced with objectively may have been better dancers but they weren’t you.” 
She bit her lip, her heart hammering against her chest as she awaited a response. Anything really. Instead of saying something, Steve pulled her a little closer, essentially bringing her to place her chin on his shoulder as they continued to sway to the soft music.
While their dancing was peaceful, her mind wasn’t. The moment continued to play in her mind, making her question his reaction and her words. They continued their silent dancing to a couple more songs. So long until the record ran out and the monotonous scraping of the needle returned. Steve cleared his throat and let his hands slowly sink to his sides. Instantly Y/N missed his touch.
“We should probably go to bed.”
She didn’t want to, but her lips were locked. Instead, she nodded faintly, turning around to grab her purse and her coat while Steve turned the record player off.
When Steve woke up the next morning he was alone. The bed beside him was empty. Wiping the rest of sleep from his eyes, the gaunt man slowly sat up. The thin blanket that they had used to keep them warm in the night slipped down his body and pooled in his lap. Through the flimsy windows, the sound of the streets and the traffic filtered into the room, together with the early light of the day. 
An unpleasant and heavy feeling had sunk down in his stomach as Steve had thought Y/N might have gone already.  Only when he glimpsed her shoes at the of the bed, right beside his own, he had felt relief. The thought of her just going, without saying goodbye; sneaking away like a lover for only one night, as someone unimportant had upset him. He knew he wasn’t the best at showing his feelings, but she surely had to know how much she meant to him.
Contemplating he kept watching the two pairs of shoes, almost the same size. His were old and barely holding together, the newspaper he had shoved into them to make them fit better was peeking out from the top. He had put them neatly beside each other, the shoes aligned with the frame of the bed, the same way he neatly stored his drawing materials. Hers looked much better, not like they would fall apart any moment. They weren’t as neatly placed as his, Steve noticed. Y/N had a little way of chaos, she liked to do things out of order and with a twist. He found it endearing and cute.
He liked the look of their shoes beside each other. As if hers belonged right here, as if it were their place, putting them there each night and taking them again every new morning. He could get used to it.
Clattering coming from the other room made him alert and curious. Pushing back the blanket he left the bed to go investigate.
The smell of fresh breakfast and the sizzling of the pan spread through the living area as Y/N stood in the small kitchen. She had woken up some time ago. Steve had still slept deeply and soundly, yet she hadn’t found back to it. After a while, she had even gotten fed up with lying there and holding still. So, quietly and carefully she had climbed out of the bed without disturbing her best friend and tiptoed out of the room.
Indulging in some people watching through the window that faced the main street had occupied here only so long. The idea to make breakfast came to her when her stomach faintly rumbled. 
Now she stood in front of the stove, whipping up some breakfast for the two of them with the little groceries the boys had in their place. Y/N hadn’t noticed the time tick by or Steve’s awakening in the other room, she had been too occupied with the food. And soft humming the melody of the song they had danced to the previous evening.
The memory made her stomach and heart flutter. Being close to Steve had never bothered her, but it also never had caused such a reaction in her. She enjoyed being in close proximity with him because it made her feel safe and welcome. He accepted her chaotic and clumsy self when others looked down on her for it, just as she didn’t care about his frail body and many health problems. 
She cherished every small moment they had together, every time he let her get close. It was rare for him to get touchy or particularly affectionate, so when it happened it was something special for her. Maybe also because these moments made her heart flutter and butterflies hatch in her stomach.
“Oh!” A surprised gasp left her mouth as two arms suddenly snaked around her middle. Their grip was soft as fingers grasped the fabric of her dress in the front. Her heart pounded in her chest, both from the surprise and the sudden closeness. Putting away the wooden spoon she was holding, she placed her hands on the countertop. The coolness under her palms helped her center herself again. She had to close her eyes for a moment.
“Steve?”, she asks softly, almost questioningly.
The man behind her didn’t say anything, yet she could feel his grip on her dress tighten briefly before his fingers smoothed the fabric at her stomach again. A slow hum left his lips. She could feel him closely behind her. 
“What are you doing?”, she attempted again, this time with a question. She could hear him sigh.
“Just holding you, doll,” he muttered. Her mind was spinning. This was so unlike him, so different from what was the norm. Had he gotten sick? Was he feverish? Delirious? She remembered him acting differently yesterday evening too. First his reluctance to not go out, then to dance with her. Had he maybe been sick and hid it from them?
“Steve, are you feeling alright?” She wanted to reach out behind her and feel his temperature but the slightest movement of her body made him tense and press himself against her back. Her breath hitched in her throat.
She could feel him clearly on her back, chest pressed against her back, hips touching her behind. Then she felt his nose gracing the middle of her back, in between her shoulder blades before it was replaced with his forehead. His breath was warm against her back.
“I’m alright,” he answered her. He sounded content, pleased almost as if there was no care in the world at this moment. “Entirely alright.”
He didn’t feel feverish, she figured. Surely she would have felt it through the thin sheet of dress on her back if he was burning up. Deciding to stop questioning this, she tried to indulge at the moment, take it in completely before it ended. She closed her eyes again, relaxing and leaning back the slightest bit to feel him even closer to her.
Her hands that had previously been placed on the countertops lifted and she gave them new places to rest. Softly she laid her hands on top of his arms, her fingers tracing his small circles into the fabric of his shirt and the small bits of skin that were uncovered. With one hand she even let her fingers wander and reach under the sleeve, her fingers brushing over the inside of his wrist where she could feel his pulse.
They left out a relaxed sigh at the same time. A smile tugged at her lips. She could feel him smile too, as he had started to nose against her shoulder. Even without saying it, they knew. Knew about each other's feelings for the other even without the need for a confession.
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bri-to-the-future · 1 year
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The BttF discord server got me hooked on making moodboards, so here are the ones I’ve done so far!
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First up is 60s Marty! The art is by the wonderful @daryfromthefuture and they also provided the top left image
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Next, of course, is his matching Dad Doc! The top middle image is both very fitting and a reference to the animated series, and the art was once again done by @daryfromthefuture
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Now a Marty based on the fic me and @daryfromthefuture co-wrote, The Atom, The Scientist, and You. The art is by me this time, though
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Here’s the first look at my 90s Marty redesign! A cute fact about this one is that his lab-coat used to be Doc’s.
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Speaking of Doc, here he is! The dadliest vibes with my 90s design.
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And last but not least 30s Emmett! A fun fact about this one is that the bottom right image is from the version of Frankenstein that inspired him in the original timeline.
Thats all for now but ill almost definitely make more lol
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bixels · 7 months
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As they say in the industry, you either know fashion or you don't. And Miss Rarity certainly knows it!
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sualne · 8 months
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i imagine Mihawk doesn't know how to act around children.
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You're My Desire - Co-written with @notafunkiller
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Summary: Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.
Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, first date, public sex, ripped clothing, teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 5.5K
A/N: We really don't have an excuse for this one. We just wanted 40s Bucky to have a good time, you know? This is basically smut with little bit of plot.
Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's also a Bucky Barnes writer and her stories are amazing.
All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.
Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it's hate. That's never welcome.
Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.
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Even though you really didn’t want to, you find yourself on a double date with your best friend. She literally begged you to come because she promised she would bring someone for her date’s best friend and apparently she really doesn’t wanna disappoint the handsome soldier.
You're shocked, though, when you arrive at the fair and see Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in the flesh waiting for you two at the gate.
You were pretty sure she brought you here for Bucky Barnes but it turns out your date is actually Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself.
You don't know what to do at first, awkwardly watching your friend hugging Bucky as if they knew each other for ages. Even though they met just a day ago. Steve extends his hand politely, which you immediately shake.
It doesn’t take long for you to go inside the fun fair together while chatting casually. Your friend, Cassie, starts asking questions about the war. She loves front-line stories, but Bucky doesn’t seem like he enjoys telling them.
Steve, on the other hand, is very excited to do it, answering all of Cassie's questions as you quietly watch them. You wonder why you said yes to this date. You've never been into soldiers and even less into war discussions. But you love your friend very much even when she ignores you.
You find yourself looking at Bucky while Cassie and Steve start to chat and exchange stories. He kinda seems amused by this development. You shrug looking in his direction, waiting for him to say something. After all, you are both already bored and your friends don't even seem to care or notice you anymore in the first place.
Bucky just smiles and then tries to change the subject. You think he actually handles that topic change pretty smoothly and it sticks for a while until Cassie gets bored of talking about books.
You remark Bucky's sad face, but you don't say anything. Instead, you subtly start to walk slower, hoping he'll do the same. As Cassie keeps talking to Steve, Bucky notices you are getting behind and just slows down a little.
"You're okay? Are your legs hurting?" Bucky asks concerned while looking at her shoes.
“No, no, I’m fine. Just got tired of the war stories, that’s all.” You keep walking slowly.
"Me, too." He sighs. "It's a never-ending subject at this point."
“Well, where there's life there's hope.” You quote the Hobbit instinctively. You hold on to the hope, one day you won’t have to talk about this war.
Bucky gasps, looking at you in a way you never experienced before. "What did you say?"
“I just said where there's life there's hope.” You repeat, surprised by the way he probably recognized the quote. People usually have no idea what you are referring to. Not him though.
"You're a fan? Oh god!"
That starts your actual conversation with Bucky Barnes. It turns out he’s a big bookworm himself. He reads as much as he can, always buying more books that he manages to read.
You didn't even realize how close you are until your shoulders slightly brush. You blush when he smiles, clearly not minding. Still, you feel very conscious about your closeness and quickly look toward your friend, feeling guilty that you are enjoying the company of her date, but she doesn’t seem to care one bit. On the contrary, she’s actually holding Steve Rogers’ arm while talking and laughing.
"You're very beautiful." You hear Bucky murmur shily.
His compliment catches you off guard. You were about to apologize on behalf of Cassie. Yet you find yourself blushing.
"And you love reading. I am a lucky man. I get to talk to you."
“I could say the same thing myself, Sergeant. I much rather talk about books instead of the war.”
"Then you got the right company." Bucky smiles and looks around. "Should we get some ice cream?"
“That would be amazing.” And that’s how you end up separated from Cassie and Steve. Bucky informs them about their plan and then leaves without waiting for them.
You spend the next hour talking and walking around the entire fair. James even won a teddy bear for you. Once in a while both of you act like you wanna find Steve and Cassie, but you definitely don’t care.
"I don't remember the last time I felt so comfortable and good with someone."
“I’m glad I’m not boring the shit out of you.” You know it’s not ladylike to speak this way, but you feel comfortable around him. It’s crazy when you consider you just met him maybe two hours ago.
Bucky smiles. "I can say the same. Steve says I'm quite boring."
“He’s quite boring himself.”
"Is he?" He snorts.
“Yeah. Who knew Captain America would be into war stories?”
"Doesn't the name say it?" He continues in the same joking tone.
“The name suggests he’s heroic and boring but he’s more boring and less heroic than expected. Stealing his best friend's date doesn’t scream honorable to me.”
Bucky is shocked to see her indirectly standing up for him. "Maybe I stole his date, though."
“His date was uninterested from the start and just being nice to her best friend.”
"Is she still uninterested?"
“In him? Yes.” You act like you don’t understand what he is actually asking.
"Well, the feelings are mutual. About the date and now…"
“You were uninterested in Cassie?” You say it in a way that shows you don’t believe him.
"Wasn't it obvious?"
“Nope.” It definitely wasn’t when they hugged each other the moment they arrived.
"I was trying to be polite. She insisted on this… meeting because I helped her out. I was relieved I could bring Steve."
“She sounded very interested in you until Captain Rogers started with war stories.”
"She was staring at his… back ever since we arrived."
You burst out laughing and he joins you right after. It sets the tone for the rest of the night and makes you notice you both don’t give a shit.
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"I want to show you something," you say after a few seconds and quickly drag him after you until you reach a darker alley close to the last attraction. You drop the teddy bear carefully at your feet. "Hi."
“Hi.” He still seems a bit confused, but it’s so cute. He looks at the teddy bear and then his eyes turn back to your face. You can’t help but smile.
"You're so cute. Has anyone told you that?" You smile in return.
He acts like thinking for a second. “No, not really. Just cute?” He fishes for more.
"And smart." You touch his chest shily. "And kind."
“Hmm, those are not what people notice first.” He moves a little bit closer. “You have something…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead, his thumb brushes the corner of your lips. You wait for him to wipe off whatever you had on your face before opening your mouth and letting your tongue touch his finger shamelessly.
You watch Bucky��s eyes widen out of surprise. He didn't expect that at all. You grab his hand, bringing his finger inside your mouth, and notice how his breathing quickens. Yet he doesn’t stop you.
You let your tongue play for a few seconds until you let his finger go with a small bite. He lets out the lowest moan but not only do you hear it, but you also love it.
"Wow, I…" He doesn't know what to say, all red and excited.
“You what? Do you feel uncomfortable? Excited? I mean, I can stop if you want.”
In response, brave and happy, Bucky kisses you. His tongue is already on your bottom lip asking for permission, which you grant by opening your mouth without realizing it.
The kiss isn’t shy like you expected, and he definitely knows how to kiss. The way his lips and tongue move makes you want more, right then and there.
Your hands go to his neck as you let yourself enjoy the kiss even more. You keep kissing until you feel breathless. When Bucky breaks it, he doesn’t move away. His forehead touches yours as you try to catch your breath.
"This was…"
“I wanna do something if that’s okay…” You say while suddenly getting on your knees. You are wearing your favorite nylon stockings and you're sure they are gonna get ripped, but you don't care.
Bucky thinks he's daydreaming because how can this happen? How?
"What? What are you doing?"
“I think you know what I am doing, Sergeant. Just tell me to stop if you don’t want it, okay?” Your hands move to his belt but you wait for a reaction first.
"Stop. That's not… you don't have to do this. We are having a great time anyway."
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Is that okay for you?”
He can only nod, totally shocked and excited at the same time.
You unbuckle him slowly. Even though you are in a public place, you're in no hurry. You unzip him while looking into his eyes. When you finally take him out of his pants, he seems speechless. He’s already hard, but as soon as you start to move your hand, he gets rock hard after maybe four pumps.
"Jesus, you're so pretty. You look like a doll on your knees."
You smile proudly. “Tell me what I look like when I do this,” you say before taking him inside your mouth.
He closes his eyes, groaning. Your mouth is so wet and warm. You take it slow at first. Your mouth moves gently while you swirl your tongue around the head.
"Please." You hear him whisper, his left hand resting against the wall behind him.
You move your mouth away from him just to ask “Please what?” Your lipstick is already a little smudged.
"Oh god, keep going. Please, you're such a pretty sight."
“Tell me how I look when you're inside my mouth and I'll continue, promise.” You wink and remind him he still hasn’t fulfilled your request.
"Like a dream. Like a goddess."
“Hmm…” You go back to taking him inside your mouth without making another comment. This time, you move a bit faster than before and start using your hand.
"Your mouth will be the death of me."
That makes you smile but you don’t stop, moving your hand and mouth at the same time, hoping for a good reaction. His hand finds its way to your hair, wrapping it enough to pull a little. That encourages you to go faster, in need for a tighter grip. And you get it: soon, he wraps more of your hair around his whole fist, moaning your name.
“I think I'm gonna…” He sounds so breathy. “You should pull away.”
You look at him, acknowledging his warning, but showing him you are ignoring it. You keep moving fast, making sure your tongue flicks around the right spot every time until he spills inside your mouth. It’s a lot more than you are used to, but you still keep going until he completely empties himself. You take your mouth off, looking into his eyes before swallowing.
"No." He covers his eyes while groaning. "You can't do this to me, doll. Jesus…"
“Do what?” You innocently ask.
He doesn't answer you, taking you by the back of the neck and kissing you sloppily. You don’t get a chance to warn him about the taste and he doesn’t seem to care one bit. He groans into your mouth when he feels your hands on his ass and breaks the kiss just to suck on your neck.
Then you feel his hands between your bodies, trying to pull up his pants again.
You break the kiss to ask: “What are you doing?”
"I'm putting on my pants," he sounds like a kid. "And I wanna get on my knees for you, too."
“Maybe I want something else that doesn’t require you to put your pants on.”
He nods, without understanding what you mean. "Alright. I'll just-" He drops his right hand until it reaches her skirt. "Is it okay?" You nod with a smile. Even though it’s not what you meant, it’s fine.
His fingers immediately go to your underwear and push it aside.
"Fuck me. Look at that." You are really wet and his curses don't help either. "Soaked. Is that for me, doll?"
“No, it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me.” You joke.
You feel his fingers stopping on your slit as he lifts his head. "What did you say?"
“I said it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me. You know that gets the girls wet.” You hope he won’t be offended by this. It’s just a silly joke.
In response, Bucky pushes a finger inside you quickly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Should I start talking about war, too? Bet that would get you even wetter."
You let out a deep breath, relieved. Thank God he isn’t offended. “That would get me dry as a desert, Sergeant Barnes.”
"Should I dye my hair then?" He snorts, moving his finger faster.
“Maybe you should get a shield. It would definitely look better on you.”
"A shield, huh?" Bucky adds another finger, trying to scissor them inside you a couple of times. "Is it too much?"
“Nope,” you say after a moan. “It’s not enough.”
"Fuck, you…" he closes his eyes. "You want another?"
“I want something else.” You smile, hoping him to understand this time.
"Yeah? Like what?"
You grab his cock and gently rub it without saying a word. You are not surprised he’s hard because his erection has been pressed on your leg for a while.
"Fuck. You want my cock, baby?"
“Yeah. Why do you think I didn’t let you pull your pants back up?”
"I don't-" He moans. "I didn't think."
“Come on. You are making me wait while I’m soaking your fingers.”
"Wanna make you…" Bucky interrupts himself by adding a third finger, his other hand going to your clit. "Happy."
“Fuck.” You throw your head back, that felt so good.
"You like this?" He rubs a little more, paying attention to your body. His fingers inside you keep the same pace, though. He isn't slowing down now even if it's the end of the world.
“Yeah, that.” You breathe out. You already feel your legs shaking and you're afraid your knees might give out, but it feels so good, you can’t seem to focus on the concerns.
"Hold on to me."
You put your hands on his shoulders and it helps you relax a bit more. After that, your orgasm comes crashing in like a big wave that leaves you breathless. He doesn't stop moving his fingers until you finish coming, then he slowly pulls them out, making sure to lick them before kissing you.
“You are such a dirty soldier, Sergeant Barnes,” you say with a smile.
"What is dirty about this?" He shrugs. "I'm a good soldier, of course."
“Doing this in a dark alley with me and licking your fingers clean like that. Very good soldier, indeed.”
"Ihm." He buries his head right onto your shoulder and breathes in. "Thank you."
“For what?” You find yourself kissing his hair while asking the question.
"For this evening and this. Thank you for trusting me."
“You are something else, Bucky,” you say while caressing his hair.
"Hmm?"
You kiss his hair and his ear, then move your lips to his neck. “You can thank me later. We are not done yet.”
"Changed your mind?" He smiles. "Want me on my knees after all?
“Maybe later.” You wink. “Now don’t act like you don’t know what I want because I know you want it, too.”
He freezes. "Wait, you're serious?"
“Of course I am serious. Just don’t finish inside, okay?”
He looks at you again all serious. "Are you sure? We don't have to, I can use my tongue."
“Don’t worry, it’s not my first time and yeah, I’m sure unless you don’t want to.”
Bucky looks at you with puppy eyes. "Uhm, it's my first time."
“Oh god.” Your eyes widen. “I… didn’t consider… that possibility. I’m sorry.”
Bucky starts laughing at your worried expression and kisses your cheek. "My first time with a bookworm doll."
You punch his shoulder. “You worried me!”
That makes him laugh even harder, and you can't help but smile. Because he's extra beautiful like this.
"Why? Do you have something against innocent boys, ma'am? Shame!"
“No, nothing against it. Absolutely would love to teach and corrupt but wouldn’t want that to be your first time.”
"You don't want to take advantage of me, huh? Such a good girl." He surprises you by suddenly lifting you and helping you wrap your legs around his torso.
“Would you like me to take advantage of you?” You kiss his jaw and cheeks.
"Fuck, yes. Yes."
“Then you have my permission to take advantage of me, too.”
He doesn't ask you again if you're sure. Instead, he lifts his right hand to your blouse and starts unbuttoning it as fast as he can. He's so impatient he even manages to rip a button. You just watch him work and smile, hoping the gentleman side of Bucky finally stops holding him back.
He groans at the sight of your hard nipples and quickly leans in to take one in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper while he uses his tongue to play with your nipple. It feels so good you don't even notice when his hand drops under your skirt. Until you hear the ripping sound.
“What the fuck?” You can’t believe he's just ripped your nylon stockings. They are so hard to find and so expensive!
"Whha?" He doesn't even take his mouth off your nipple as he speaks.
“Do you know how expensive those stockings are?” Your surprise is so clear in your voice. “You owe me a pair of nylon stockings, Sargeant.”
"They were in the way, baby."
“Getting impatient?” You mock a little.
He pushes his hips a little more. "Can't you feel?"
“You still owe me a pair.”
"What about these?" His hands are now on her panties. "How many do I need to buy you so I can rip these off?"
“Just one pair, but if you wanna rip that one, too, this cycle might never end.”
He sighs, contemplating, but he finally decides not to, only pushing your underwear aside. "How do you want it?"
“What do you mean?”
Bucky takes another step until your back barely brushes against the wall. "How do you like this? The sex."
“Don’t try to act all kind and push aside what you actually want to do. That’s how I want it.”
"Do you uhm… like it fast or slow? The pace I mean." He's slowly pushing inside you while he asks, trying to be as gentle as possible.
“That’s exactly what I meant. Do it however you want and we will see how I like it. Don’t be too gentle like this.”
"Talk to me, okay?" He's halfway inside you now, staying still for a few seconds as he leaves small kisses on your neck.
“Oh, I will, don’t worry, handsome. No one can stop me from complaining if I don’t like something.”
"Good girl." He tries different types of thrusts and angles at first, wanting to see what you respond to the most.
“Fuck. Why do you keep saying that?” She moves her hips to make him thrust faster.
"Because you're my good girl. Dirty too." He moans when he feels you. "God, you want it faster, baby?"
“Yes, yes, I do. Please. Move faster.”
And he does, his grip on your ass tightening as he starts thrusting just the way you want. "Fuck, you're soaked. You feel so good around me."
“You feel good, too.” You moan in between words. “And you are strong. Really strong,” you remark because he doesn’t look tired while holding you.
But he doesn't seem to acknowledge that. "I'm so fucking lucky, Jesus." He groans when he feels your lips sucking on his collarbone.
“You didn’t think your double date would end this way, huh?”
"Deep inside you? Not a chance." He smiles, speeding up.
“Maybe deep inside someone else.” You tease on purpose.
Bucky immediately stops thrusting. "What?"
“I was just joking about how we were meant to be on a date with other people.” You hate that you can’t shut your mouth sometimes.
"Oh," he nods, restarting to move. "Well, I can assure you, he wouldn't have done this tonight." He jokes back.
“Fuck me against the wall like this?”
"Fuck you at all. But especially like this. And the language?" He laughs. "Never."
“Oh, so honorable of him.” You keep joking. “Poor Cassie.”
His right-hand flies behind your head to protect it as his thrusts become way too quick. "Fuck. You feel like heaven, I swear."
“God, how do you do that?” You are surprised that he can carry you with one hand. “Are you sure you aren’t a super soldier yourself?”
Bucky shakes his head amused. "That will go straight to my ego."
“You're carrying me with one hand while protecting my head with the other, and you keep fucking me at the same time. I think it should go straight to your ego.”
He groans. "Lower one of your hands now."
“Lower it where exactly?” You don’t understand what he wants.
His hand moves from the back of her head for a few seconds just to bring her fingers to her clitoris. "Right here. Can you rub this for me?"
“Ohh.” You finally understand what he’s trying to do, so you listen and start rubbing yourself while his hand goes back to your head.
"Good, good girl. Look at you." He doesn't even realize how deep his thrusts are because his focus is on your fingers.
“Oh god… It feels so good.” You have never done something like this before. No public sex, no touching yourself during sex, no good girl whispers next to your ear. They all make you feel dizzy.
"Yeah? Just good?" His mouth finds your breasts this time, and you just know he's leaving a few marks there by the way he sucks on your skin.
“You wanna hear how good it makes me feel?”
"Ihmm."
“Oh, you are even dirtier than you are showing, aren’t you, Sergeant Barnes?”
He looks up immediately. "Say that again." He demands.
“Sergeant Barnes?”
"Fuck, you need to rub faster."
“You need to fuck me harder.” You say while listening to his order.
"Harder?" He repeats, shocked, not expecting that in the slightest. But he does as you demand in a heartbeat, biting his tongue because it feels so good.
You have a hard time holding back your reaction because it feels just perfect. You can feel your orgasm approaching.
“Shit, you need to cover my mouth,” you say as quickly as possible.
"Just use me. Bite my shoulder," he suggests quickly, keeping the pace exactly the same.
You wanna say no, because you don’t wanna hurt him but there’s no other choice left. You sink your teeth in somewhere between his neck and shoulder and try to muffle yourself. The orgasm hits you so hard that you are afraid someone is gonna hear you even like this.
"Fuck," he groans, the pain feeling amazing as you keep coming, your legs wrapping even more tightly around his ass.
“Please, don’t stop,” you manage to say and go back to biting him, very aware of the hickey you are giving him, but that doesn’t stop you because you don’t want to get caught like this.
"Can't stop." At this point you wonder how no one noticed you by now. The sound of your skin touching and your groans are not quite silent. But even if they did, you know you wouldn't stop. How could you?
"Keep rubbing, I want you to find pleasure again."
“Again?” You sound shocked because you've literally just come.
"Again." He tries to lift one of your legs a little more. "Please."
“I don’t think I can, but keep going, okay?” You already came twice in a short amount of time. How much more can you do?
"Well, I think you can." He smiles. "Gonna mark me up, baby?"
“I think I already did.” You can see your teeth marks on his neck. You are sure it will turn into purple really soon.
"I'm your property now?" The hand he has on the back of your head quickly grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist.
“Are you?” You like the sound of that and how he’s pulling your hair.
"I am." He's frantically thrusting in and out of you. "Rub faster."
“Fuck,” you mumble while rubbing yourself. You aren’t sure if it’s gonna do anything, but it feels good. “Can I keep you then? You know, kidnap you and hide you in my apartment so you don’t have to go back to the war. We can just do this every day.”
"Fuck, do it." He smiles. "I dare you."
“Should I tie you up so it looks more realistic?” And suddenly all that rubbing starts to feel different, more pleasurable.
"On your bed? Go ahead."
You laugh at how easily he’s convinced, but your laugh is interrupted by a moan.
"Gonna come for me, dolly?"
“I am not sure.” You struggle to speak. “It feels like it.”
He pulls your hair hard. "Please, please."
“You beg so beautifully, how can I say no?” It’s not like your body is saying no, either.
When you finish coming again, you watch with your eyes semi-closed as James takes himself out without dropping you even a little and comes right on your thighs and ripped stockings. You feel the warmth of his come while you both are trying to catch your breath.
"This was… wow."
“This is a hell of a first date.” You find yourself giggling. Did all that really happen? The soreness between your legs says yes.
Bucky slowly puts you down. "You think?" He snorts.
“Oh yeah, very memorable.” You notice that your stockings are completely ruined so you have no other choice but to take them off.
"Fuck, you're dripping." He doesn't look like he's sorry and he can't say he is, either. He's actually very proud.
“Yeah, I am aware.” You laugh while taking them off and using them like a washcloth to clean yourself up.
"You have no idea how lovely the sight is." He winks at you while zipping up his pants.
You bite your bottom lip while looking at him. “Likewise. You look satisfied, Sargeant. Did something happen while you were gone?” You pull your skirt down.
"I got touched by an angel."
You laugh. “So cheesy. You are lucky that you are a bookworm. A really good-looking one, who is also good at bed even though we didn’t even need one.”
"Next time. Maybe we'll break it." He sounds so confident, but not demanding at all at the same time.
“When are you going back?” You find yourself asking. If he’s promising you a second time, you are gonna take it.
"In one week."
You make a sad face without realizing then take a deep breath to help yourself focus on the positive side. “That’s a lot of sex.”
He immediately lifts your chin and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I was joking. We got two months."
“You are such a liar.” You punch him in his shoulder.
Which only makes him laugh. "You like it hard."
But your attention is on his neck, on the spot you bit so hard. The purple spot looks really old and mostly faded already.
"No comment?" He snorts. "We're gonna have a lot of fun for sure."
“I have a question.” Your eyes are still on that same spot. “Does Steve heal quickly?”
"Why? You plan on kicking his ass?"
“Just answer the question, please.”
"Yeah, he does." Bucky shrugs. "One of the perks of the serum."
“Even the small scars or purple spots?”
"Yes." Bucky doesn't even think about it. "Which is great. Why? You think your friend will want to know?"
You don’t comment about his question, instead, touch the spot you bit down so hard. “You are nearly completely healed. My mark has vanished.”
"What?" He asks, confused.
“I bit down on your neck so hard, it was dark red. Now it’s gone.”
"I don't get purple easily. Never did. I guess you have to suck a little more." He smiles leaning in to kiss you again.
“I fully bit you,” you say before he does.
"I noticed." He giggled.
Since he doesn’t take it that seriously you let it go. “Fine. I will prove it to you later.”
"Prove what?" He gives you another kiss.
“That you heal quickly.” You try to fix yourself while you kiss him back.
"Oh, I feel healed every time I look at you."
“You are so cheesy.” Yet you can’t help but laugh. “How do I look?”
"Good boy version or?" He pauses dramatically.
“Both.”
"Good boy version first: you look like an angel." He smiles cheekily.
You snort. “I’m asking if I look decent, Bucky.”
"Angel,” he repeats before dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing. "They won't know you've got fucked against the wall if that's what you're afraid of. But you look strangely content and happy."
“That’s because I had a good date.” You scrunch your nose cheekily.
"Me too. The best date ever."
“Should we try to find our best friends?”
"Oh, sure." Bucky leans in to get the teddy bear before handing it to you.
"Ready for more war stories?"
“No, I’m not.” You hug the bear. “I gotta wash this.”
Bucky snorts. "Poor bear. Got traumatized."
“Traumatized and all dirty.” You don’t notice how close you are to Bucky until you feel him next to you. “Should we keep this a secret from our friends?”
"Do you want to?"
“I meant the having sex in a dark alley part. I don’t think my friend needs to know that.” She definitely shouldn’t know all this.
"We should totally keep that part to ourselves." He smiles.
“I could say that you kissed me or something. I don’t know. Is that too forward for the first date?”
"There's no such thing. You can say I kissed you."
“I was genuinely asking.” You smile. “I normally don’t even kiss on the first date.”
Bucky giggles, his hand squeezing your hip. "I am a lucky gal." You smile back at him until you notice a familiar face.
“Oh, is that Steve?” You point to the tall blonde guy.
"Yes, that's him. But where is your friend?"
“Right in front of him. I can see her dress.” It’s sticking on the side.
"Oh, yes. Gonna drive you home after that if that's alright with you." He sounds so casual like he already did that many times, but you notice something else.
“You have a car and you didn’t think of using it until now?”
"Oh." Redness takes over his cheeks. "I got… distracted."
"You are such an idiot." You start to giggle while walking toward your friends.
"Your idiot now. You got stuck with me for at least two months." He laughs.
"Just for two months?" You test his intentions.
"I can't assume you'd want to wait for me, can I?"
"I will tell your best friend to bring you back home in one piece. He's the hero after all. That should be easy, right?"
Bucky looks at her with a soft expression before kissing her hair. "Guess you really got stuck with me."
"Oh shit, Steve saw you kissing my hair." It’s going to be hard to keep this thing between you two.
"Does it bother you?"
“No, no, no.” You quickly try to explain. “It’s just I’m worried that they might think the worst of me. I mean… questioning our closeness.”
"I dare them." She is surprised by how serious and determined he is as he speaks.
“I would kiss you right now if I could.”
"I won't stop you." He giggles like a kid.
“Our friends are,” you whisper and look at your best friend, who is coming toward you. Cassie is holding Steve’s arm proudly.
"Oh, hello," Steve says. "Where have you been?"
"Here and there." Bucky shrugs. "Did you have fun?"
"Yes!" Cass immediately giggles, joining the conversation. "He has the best, best stories. What about-" She cuts herself off when she notices your appearance. "What happened to your stockings?"
“Oh.” You blush a little, thinking about how they got ruined. “I tripped and ruined them. They looked so horrible I had to take them off completely.”
"Yes, they got really dirty," Bucky confirms with the biggest grin Steve has seen in ages.
"Oh, really?" He lifts his eyebrow. "What a shame."
“Yeah. Sergeant Barnes promised me a new pair. What a gentleman he is.”
"A gentleman indeed." Steve shakes his head, well aware of what you two have done.
You bite your lip and give Bucky a look, hoping at least Cassie has no idea. You are sure the three of you can keep a secret. For now…
You may wanna read the next part: Trust In What Tomorrow Brings
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iindigoeyed · 5 months
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saw this dress and purse and i KNEW i had to draw this, it's so her!!
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gaysindistress · 2 months
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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest Warnings: Nothing is explicit, but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to. Mentions of being stabbed/stabbing someone. part one - untitled
Tag list: @learisa @svtelliteseb
A sharp pain struck his chest from deep within. Perhaps this pain was in his heart but that would require such an organ to still be beating there and the shriveled piece of flesh in its place had died long ago. 
One hand reached for the stability of a wall while the other clasped his face in agony. Desperate for some form of relief, he clutched at the bleeding wound but he knew that it was in vain. Instead he ignored it, working through it, using it to fuel strength that would provide him with a way out of this mess. But nothing seemed to work. For a moment he thought about everything he might lose if he gave in to the pain and everything that would come of it. The war had already started and the nation he worked for was quickly advancing, their plan moving faster than the leadership was prepared for but greed powered them. A greed that was as old as time itself; the desire to dominate and obtain power. He never believed in any of it. He had an understanding of how the world worked and knew that his survival in this dog eat dog world depended on his ability to blend in. Their symbols meant nothing to him. Their ideology was not his driving force and if anyone dared to slander him with their name, he would calmly remind them that only the uneducated and ignorant fall prey to the pretty words of the powerful. 
Just because he wore the uniform did not mean he, himself, was one of them nor did he believe in their ideology. 
However it seemed as though he was the only one that shared that sentiment and the evidence was in the way pain laced through his face and blood poured down his hand. He had tried to explain to her, his sweet Fräulein, that he was only breaking his promise to protect her and himself. It was a matter of safety and concern that he went back on the one thing that he had, his word. She had not seen it that way and was sooner to slit his throat if he tried to speak again. 
She had stumbled into the wall across from him and was failing at keeping herself upright as she stared at him. Hot tears filled her eyes as she held that dagger in front of her and stared at him. Hatred, fear, judgment, and most importantly dying love swimmed in her eyes. The last emotion hurt him more than the blade that sliced his face and eye. 
“Fräulein,” he muttered as he too struggled to keep from falling, “let’s talk.”
“Talk?” she spat at him, “You want to talk?”
“Please.” It was unlike him to beg or plead or even ask but for her he would. 
“No.”
“Fräulein.”
She pushed up against the wall with her free hand and slowly inched her way to the door that led to her freedom. She watched him with an unwavering gaze as she slipped further and further from his grasp. 
“No, I do not want to talk to you. I do not want anything from you ever again, James.”
She was only feet from the door when he spoke, “Don’t go. I can keep you safe. I can care for you now.”
“I will kill you if I ever see you again,” she whispered as she dropped the pathetic shard of glass she’d used as a dagger and ran. 
He let out a pained yell and called out her name but she was gone. 
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“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”
Her nose twitches at the underlying message behind his words. Of course he would threaten to kidnap her. She wasn’t surprised, more disappointed that he had fallen so far into the clutches of their enemy. 
“And what exactly is this other way?”
James thought for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette and let the smoke sit in his mouth. He let it slowly flow between parted lips before he inhaled it again through his nose and blew it back out. The silence felt like an answer to her question but she was a naturally curious person and would demand words instead of his chosen quiet. 
“I should be thanking you.” he says as he snuffs out his finished cigarette, “Your lovely parting gift has worked in my favor.” She raises an eyebrow but says nothing. 
“The new recruits seem to think I earned it during a fight with our enemy.”
Our. 
She rolls her eyes at him and pulls her cardigan around her tighter as the early morning breeze sweeps in. With it are ashes and the smell of fire, no doubt coming from the fire outside. 
“Although I wouldn’t call you an enemy. An annoyance, a thorn in my side, maybe but never my enemy.”
The confidence in his voice is astounding and it gets worse the more he speaks, “The other way isn’t favorable but you know better than anyone that I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.”
“And that is why you don the uniform of a Hydra officer? A pathetic Nazi swine nonetheless?”
His jaw tightens and his fingers that rest on the table beside him tense. The chair groans once more as he stands and circles the table to stand next to her. They hold each other’s stare as he pushes her chair back and forces her to make room for him to kneel in front of her. He peels the glove from his left hand where a thin silver band rests on his ring finger; a twin to the one that she wears on chain around her neck. He takes her left hand in his and rubs his thumb over her ring’s indentation has long faded. 
She wants to tear her hand away and slap him but she can’t. She’d lost her husband that night two years ago and in his place is a monster that wears his face and uses his voice to seduce her. What a sweet death it would be to allow herself to fall into his arms and let him make good on his promises. Instead her vision becomes blurry as tears fill her eyes. Agonizing pain radiates from her side and threatens to crush her insides from within. Her mind races, half panicked, half confused, as she stares at James in disbelief. There must be an answer to this pain and she looks down to see find a knife sticking out from her side. An endless sleep begs for her to close her eyes. Her head feels light, everything around her starting to spin and a feeling of nauseousness keeps up slowly as she weakly shoves at him. He grabs the back of her head and shushes her while pulling her into him. Tears pour from her eyes and her hands become wet with blood, trembling and her teeth are gritted. 
“I am sorry, my sweet Fräulein. A world without either of us is not worth living in so you’ll have to forgive me for ensuring that we will not be apart.”
Such pretty words from such a powerful man.
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nerdpoe · 9 months
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Spirit Halloween Meet Cute AU short
The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.
It was Lazarus Waters.
As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.
And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.
He had to move.
He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.
And then the sigil lit up.
From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.
It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.
Bruce did not think.
Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.
The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.
Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.
But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?
"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."
Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.
"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"
"Marry me."
...
"...What?"
"Wait, did I say that outloud?"
"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.
"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."
There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.
"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."
"Cute."
"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."
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buckrecs · 11 months
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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙈𝙖𝙮
masterlist | monthly fic rec masterlist
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FLUFF
Buchanan by @barnesmurdock
baby, it’s bad out there by @intrepidacious
set me free by @/intrepidacious (40s!bucky x nymph!reader)
When I’m With You by @phantomspiderr
You’re Worth It All by @/phantomspiderr
Scotty Doesn’t Know by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
cherry blossoms must be magic by @witchywithwhiskey
aisle 4 by @buckyhoney
Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing
Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky
Wrong Number by @/teamcap4bucky
Alcohol You Later by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Possible-Future-Girlfriend by @jurassicbarnes
Vegas, Baby! by @bxcketbarnes
Love in the Workplace by @bxcketbarnes
Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds
almond milk by @buckysblanket
After Words by @justsomebucky (Modern AU)
Once Upon A Dream by @abovethesmokestacks
cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries
Mind Reader by @espinosaurusrexex
Chain Around my Neck by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Sweet and Strong by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)
Charmed by @rookthorne (mechanic!bucky)
Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans
A Solid Foundation by @writing-for-marvel (fiancé!bucky)
It’s Not My Cup Of Tea by @malum-forev
The Weather by @saltsicklover
Silent Nights and Sorry Mornings by @veelacurse
In The Name Of Love by @moonbeambucky
Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky
I’m Gunnin’ For You by @rookthorne (drifter!bucky)
Morning Workout by @sparklefics
ANGST
Call Me When You Get This by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
I’ll Wear Your Ring by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
After by @wkemeup
Spiral by @buckyalpine
Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel
Try Anything Once by @/malum-forev (doctor!reader)
A Place by @/malum-forev
SMUT
Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams by @buckets-and-trees
Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)
Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy
Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)
That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites
Surrender by @barnesmurdock
i was made for lovin’ you by @buckycuddlebuddy (rockstar!bucky x bassist!reader)
On My Tongue by @angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)
Sweeter Than Sugar by @/angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)
Destined to be Yours by @buckyalpine
sinner by @writingsbychlo (demon!bucky x angel!reader)
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obamerzslop · 4 months
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Terrible circus Caine has very pretty eyes
The Terrible Digital Circus AU Link
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theshippirate22 · 8 months
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eddie’s favorite story to tell about steve? the time he heard the first two notes of apple bottom jeans at a club and whipped around so fast to try and find robin that he pulled a muscle in his neck
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