#converted barn

[coolthingsguyslike]

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 Neighbour AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 18, word count 991

Remus Lupin had one asset, and that was his parent’s house. It was in the middle of the Welsh countryside. It was a mile walk to the little village, and the only thing it had going for it was the barn. It was light and airy and smelled of wood. 

Remus had spent a lot of time and effort converting it into a liveable space. The idea had been to sell it, but no one was interested in living so far away from the major cities. So, under the advice of his estate agent, he rented it out for short holidays. 

So far, it had been quite lucrative. With the money he made from that and his own job, he could afford chocolate whenever he wanted. 

The holiday season was coming, and he already had two weeks booked out. He tended to get a lot of city dwellers looking to get away from it all or families trying to get back to their roots. 

He checked his emails one morning with a fresh cup of tea and a plate of crumpets. HE filtered out the junk and found an inquiry email in his barn folder. He opened it.

A man was looking to hire the barn for the full summer and all of September as well. He was looking at three months of solid booking. It was a shame he couldn’t offer it, having already booked those two weeks. And he refused to let down his other guests. He typed a reply stating as much. He got a reply back almost instantly, asking if there was somewhere he could pitch a small tent. Mr Black said he would gladly still pay full price while his other guests used the barn. Remus couldn’t believe what he was reading. It seemed too good to be true. He sent a couple of pictures of his personal garden. The views weren’t as good, but it would be sheltered from the worst of the wind, and he could use Remus’s garden furniture. Again, the reply was quick. The man agreed and said he hoped he wouldn’t be any bother. 

Remus sent an invoice and got Mr Black to confirm he agreed to the price, and with the confirmation, he booked out the three months. He sat back with a pleased look on his face as he finished his crumpets. He just hoped that Mr Black would be a good neighbour as it was a long time to deal with a terrible guest. 

July arrived, and with it, a sleek black motorbike and an equally sleek owner. Sirius, as he demanded to be called, settled in instantly. He played his music a little loudly, but as it was to Remus’s taste, he decided to enjoy it. 

Remus found he quite enjoyed Sirius’s company, and they spent nearly every night in Remus’s garden drinking beers. Remus had even started making enough dinner for Sirius, though Sirius had told him he didn’t expect it but did appreciate it as he was useless at cooking.

It turned out that Sirius needed a break from his high-pressure job, which was why he’d come to Remus’s. 

“I hate it. It’s been my life since my mother found out she was pregnant with me. They own the company now, but my brother and I run it. He’s so much better at it than I am, and I swear he’d have such an easier time at it if I quit.” Sirius had admitted to him one August afternoon.

“Then why don’t you quit?” Remus asked as though it were an obvious solution. 

“Everything I own is tied up in the company. If I leave, I lose everything.” He shrugged. “My parents made sure it was that way after I went through a rebellious streak in my teenage years.”

“That’s terrible, Sirius. I wish I could help.” And Remus found he meant it. 

“Don’t fret about it. I’ll muddle through.” Sirius beamed at him as he patted Remus’s leg. “Right, enough feeling sorry for myself. I’m off for a walk. Care to join me?” Remus couldn’t think of any reason not to, so he took the proffered hand, and they strolled towards the village. 

Remus showed Sirius some of his favourite childhood haunts just off the beaten track, and they spent a wonderful afternoon in the thick foliage. 

Soon, the first week came around when Sirius would have to sleep in his tent. And, of course, the worst storm to hit Wales in over a hundred years decided to arrive that night. 

The trees were whipping back and forth, creaking and groaning. The fence surrounding Remus’s garden swayed dangerously. Remus refused to let Sirius stay out in this. He flung open the back door and yelled into the downpour. 

“Sirius! Sirius!” A face popped out of the zippered entrance of the tent. “Get in here!” Sirius shook his head. 

“I’m all good. Don’t fret.” 

Lightning cut across the sky, lighting the dark ground with its answering thunder not far behind. 

“Sirius, please! I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out here!” 

Suddenly, Sirius was streaking across the lawn and ran straight into Remus’s arms, knocking the lanky man back a few steps. Lighting flashed across the sky again and then another and another. The last bolt hit the cherry blossom tree in Remus’s garden, and a huge branch fell off and crushed the tent Sirius had been in moments before. 

“Yeah, probably a good call that Remus,” He joked. “Shall I put the kettle on?” Remus decided, not that he had much choice, that Sirius would be staying in his spare bedroom for the remainder of the two weeks. Maybe longer if the look Sirius was giving him meant what Remus thought it did. That night, they sat, snuggled up together on Remus’s tiny sofa in front of a roaring fire, sipping mugs of hot chocolate and listening to the storm wailing around them.  

[whyeverr]

Round Yonder Farm

There aren't many historic round barns still standing these days, and most that are have been converted to farm markets, event venues, and the like. This one, however, was purchased by a successful working artist and converted into a modern home and creative retreat. High-end finishes and minimalist, upscale decor contrast with the exposed rustic stone and unfinished wood beams throughout the three-story structure. Creative inspiration extends beyond the historic barn doors into outdoor spaces for painting, gardening, and entertaining. 

Lot details:

Lot Type: Residential, 2 bed/2 bath

Price: §92,989

Size: 50x40

Location: 3 Olde Mill Lane, Henford-on-Bagley

I’ve used from all packs freely here—but this is a very Eco Lifestyle, Snowy Escape, and Dream Home Decorator interior. As always, I have not used any CC.

The barn doors are functional and look as they should from both inside and out when not in use. Unfortunately, when Sims walk through, the doors swing open to reveal the stone wall of the barn.

Download via the Sims 4 Gallery here or the tray files via Sim File Share here. Please don’t re-upload or share without credit. Thank you!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Ingek73 found this extremely unusual home conversion in the Netherlands. They are calling it a farmhouse, but it’s been renovated several times and the main building was for Naturopathy / acupuncture, and the salt room is still here, so if you want a salt room, this is the home for you. 

The back of the building was where the stables were. It has 9 bds., so the whole gang can have the spa experience.  €1,175,000 / $1.276M

There is a loo conveniently located right inside the main entrance. (Who doesn’t wish they had one from time-to-time?)

Then there are stairs with a pretty carpet runner- they whitewashed the brick, which I’m not sure I like.

They made a lovely, spacious living/dining room combo- love the soft color and ceiling beams.

Love the mature plants. Do they convey?

On the other side of the living room wall, in an open space design, is the kitchen.

Love the creamy cabinetry, but they must be multi-taskers w/the computer setup in the kitchen.

A 2nd set of stairs to the upper floor.

Not lovin’ this tile, but I never liked brown. It’s still a nice shower room.

The one has a bath and very pretty tile.

Bd. with skylight and access to the outdoors.

Walk-in closet.

All 9 bds. are bright and have closets. Some have beautiful wood ceilings.

This part of the home has exposed brick and barn-like ceiling beams.

This looks like the waiting room for the naturopathy practice. 

See? Treatment rooms and supplies. Does this convey? 

The loo- some of the salt is stored here.

And, here’s your salt room.

This barn definitely has possibilities. 

I bet this junk conveys. Look at the solar panels.

It’s a very large property with lots of potential.

Definitely lots of farmland.

Plus a lake.

And, it’s all on a nice road. This is some amazing property.

https://www.funda.nl/koop/overloon/huis-42088178-holthesedijk-6/

[clemjolichose]

Sanders Sides as Architecture

Today, I bring to you: Sanders Sides as occidental architectural movements! Hope you’ll like it @thatsthat24​ <3

I'll start with Logan, since he's the first to pop in that little brain of mine.

I picture Logan having a special appreciation for Brutalism. Why, you may ask? I'll tell you why: Brutalism emerged at the end of World War II as a response to Nazi's Classicism and also to the need to re-house people from destroyed area. Brutalism was about thinking of practicality. Rough unusual shapes made of raw materials - that were cheaper - with the structure of the building displayed clearly. Clarity. Practicality. What could better suit Logan? There were also some experiments, like the Casa Sperimentale, about using nature's shapes to design the shape of their buildings, and I think Logan would like that - playing with nature's shapes without having all the colours and curves of Art Nouveau that are definetely too much for the Logical Side.

Check out articles about the Casa Sperimentale:

Iconic Houses | Collaborative website

Casa Sperimentale, © Patric Weber and © Andy Tye 

[Picture description: A house built in concrete and metal and with unusual shapes is peeking up from trees. There are mainly square shapes and angular pillars, but there are also round shapes towards the left side of the house. Hints of red makes us think it used to be painted red, but the building looks abandoned.]

Next is Remus! Don’t mind the order, I just write from the easiest for me to think about to the hardest. Remus defeats logic through all his non-sensical ideas, often creating chimeras and monsters, both horrific and crazy (as Virgil puts it: “I thought that you were some terrible illness”, Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, 33:24). So I thought: “which architectural movement is tied to creativity and Romantism, but is scary as hell and a labyrinth?” and Gothic fell onto my lap. The Gothic movement started as an interest for gigantic castles where you could easily lose yourself in, with crypts and forest around... This was the perfect setting for horror stories where a courageous man overcomes his fear to save the damsel in distress from an inhuman beast (vampires, werewolves, ghosts, you choose)... One of the greatest known Gothic castle is the Corvin Castle which is sometimes referred to as Bram Stoker’s inspiration for Dracula (it wasn’t). Imagine Remus setting traps inside a giant Gothic castle surrounded by nothing but trees so no one can hear his victims scream... perfection.

Here’s an article on Gothic architecture:

Exploring Castles

from Wilhelm Schmidt: Die Stammburg der Hunyade in Siebenbürgen, Verlag Theodor Steinhausen Hermannstadt, 1865

[Picture description: It is the engraving, in black and white, of a massive castle with a lot of towers perched up on a mountain, accessible through a bridge that crosses a valley with a river and some houses. A man on a horse is crossing the bridge. There are some trees on the mountain.]

The next one is my beloved Janus, lord of the lies, subterfuge specialist, reptilian rapscallion, however you want to call him. He bends the truth however he wants but more importantly he changes how he’s perceived, taking the place of the other sides, playing with his metaphysical form. This makes me think of a certain part of architecture that is meant to be mind-blowing, that is supposed to mess with your mind... Deconstructivism. It uses complex geometry in opposition to modernism and its purity and simplicity. And we have seen that one thing Janus is, is not simple (nor pure). Especially when it comes to criticise traditions and society’s norms. Take what he says in Selfishness v. Selflessness at 27:03: “Courts and laws are some of the higher powers in society, and society is made of lies.” So why not have a building that challenges society? I also feel like Janus’s first reveal is really the Deconstructivism in Sanders Sides, because he is the first Dark Side to ever appear as a Dark Side and it has really changed the direction the series has taken.

See this article:

ArchDaily

Vitra Design Museum in Weil-am-Rhein, Allemagne, 1989, © Thomas Dix

[Picture description: A building made of white walls and metal panels as roof, all shaped in angles and curves, with a single window at the top left. It is sunny and there is grass all around.]

We will finish with the Dark Sides with Virgil! The little man needs a simple home that doesn’t draw too much attention but is still historical enough to be the home of ghosts and have a spooky vibes. Since I had something simple in mind, I didn’t want to chose a Victorian style but rather an Edwardian one, and I stumbled upon the Craftsman style from 1900s San Francisco. Of course, the colours are usually bright, but our emo man (he’s an adult man) can still paint it black! Also, can we talk about the fact that, in Gothic literature, purple curtains were a symbol of death?

See this article about Victorian and Edwardian architecture in San Francisco:

culture trip

5665 Keith Avenue, built in 1912, Oakland CA, USA,  © Courtesy Theresa Hope Broderick, Grubb Co

[Picture description: A picture of the front of a two-stories black house, with a porch and a bow window on the first floor and two large windows on the second floor. It only has a few mouldings on top of the windows and under the roof as decoration. A part of the facade is covered in plants.]

Moving on to Patton! He’s a father figure who loves animals and children and nature and all that is good and pure and- we get it. He’s the dad, he probably has a big suburban house with 6 dogs and 20 children... But I say: what if, instead of the generic suburban house, Patton goes a little tiny bit extra to showcase his handyman skills and most importantly to have a house with more history and feelings involved? That’s what I feel traditional farm buildings converted into a house is and I feel like it’s a perfect fit for Patton because it’s personal, it has nostalgia stored in every corners, and it feels like home. I don’t know if there’s an architectural movement that describes this and I couldn’t find anything about it.

Mind that I also thought about mediterranean villas for him, for the same reasons. Converted barns and mediterranean villas are two sides of the same coin.

Picture of a house on Row Lane at Laverton, England, found on Savills

[Picture description: An aerial picture of the front of an old barn that was renovated. The walls are made of stones in beige tones and the roof is made of red tiles. The building is the outline of a square in the middle of which there is a paved courtyard with plants. The windowsills and doors are painted in light green.]

Last but not least: Roman! Linked to the Gothic architecture style as it’s its origin, the Romanesque architecture was popular for over five centuries in most of Europe. That’s huge! It is mostly found in religious architectures but there are houses too. There are lots of towers and big walls, it makes you think of the medieval times, where stories of princesses and dragon witches took place, perfect for Roman! (Although the picture chosen here is from the Romanesque Revival period and not the Romanesque period itself due to: a lot of big buildings have been turned into museums if they weren’t destroyed.)

Learn more about Romanesque Revival:

ThoughtCo

Samuel Cupples House at St. Louis University in St. Louis, Missouri., Raymond Boyd / Michael Ochs Archives / Getty Images

[Picture description: A large three-stories house with towers on the corners, archways on the first floor, chimneys rising from the top and balconies on the third floor. The walls are made of orange stone, though a port of the tower we are facing is decorated in green and white, and the roof is made of red tiles.]

On this note, I hope you liked this (very nerdy) post, I spent a lot of time to make it as good as possible. If you have any other headcanons about this, please tell me, I’d love to hear about them!!

(Also, if there is any problems with the descriptions of the pictures or if you have better descriptions to provide, let me know!)

[kasiabobula]

[cassiefairy]

Home tour of Natalia Willmott's converted Yorkshire barn with travel-inspired antiques

Welcome to the eclectic home of interiors curator Natalia Willmot, a light and airy converted barn in Yorkshire. Take inspiration from her collection of worldly antiques to create your own travel-inspired interior, packed with personality...

Photos by Damian Bramley and Clare Coleman It was over a year ago that I first chatted with Natalia Willmott, a trained art historian and entrepreneur. A friend recommended her business Natalia Willmott Home Decor to me and I immediately got in touch to see if she’d allow me to interview her for issue 70 of Reclaim magazine. I knew that her collection of antiques and unique decorative pieces…

[puretopia]

Some exterior shots of Leo & Heidi’s new home in Henford-on-Bagley.

[bucknastysbabe]

God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

[dreamofbecoming]

if i don’t immediately headcanon at least one of my favorite characters as jewish, did i really join the fandom?

[lesbianator3000]

Maxence Danet-Fauvel as Jameson Winchester Hawthorne >>>>>>

[freshfrenchangel]

Get the car inside the old barn before the next shower rain.

Credits on my Flickr.

[abuckygirlarchive]

Bucky: Repeat after me: “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of Hell-Yeah America...”

Steve: You recovered the formula?

Bucky: It’s right over here. Our little pack rat was carrying one serum, four poisons, a pint of vodka and I think the formula to Coca-Cola. Finders keepers. 

( Captain America 2018 ) ( c )

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Artist Trevor and Andrea bought a derelict old builder’s workshop. It was a mess, stacked with rotten timbers and piles of old pipes. After clearing out the building, they set about converting the space.

Now, it’s an art-filled, boldly colorful home. Sheets of plywood were used to cover the inside of the pitched ceiling.

Trevor made all the wooden shelves and kitchen units. For an interesting touch, he incorporated a beautifully decorative pair of 1940s drawers into the cabinetry.

The bright yellow of the rubber floor, which replaced dusty grey concrete.

They used sections of semi-transparent corrugated polycarbonate between the bedroom and kitchen. ‘It’s lightweight, insulates well and is easy to cut,’ explains Trevor.

Trevor’s own color-saturated paintings are all around the home.

The bathroom used to be the builder’s office in the original building.

Rusty vintage tools and things decorate an outer wall.

https://www.homesandantiques.com/interiors/homes/converted-builders-yard-home/

[seraphina-barnes]

My husbands listening to a video on H*tlers plan to take over the US (and mocking it and him) while his Jewish wife is sitting across the room like this ^

[celestialjoys]

everyone talks about cottagecore. no one talks about the spiders that come hand in hand with it