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mar-the-magician · 2 years

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Redacted Asmr Fashion Headcanons!

Both Ash and Gavin view developing a personal style as a matter of self-care (I'm totally not projecting right now) but in very different ways. Ash is a thrift store GOD. He knows where to find all the best-stocked stores and he knows all the methods for making sure you do not miss out on a single styling piece that has potential. While Ash stocks up on basics that mix and match fantastically, Gavin is more of a statement pieces kind of fellow. His wardrobe is full of glitter, sequins, thigh-high socks, platform boots, and bright colors. Don’t get me wrong, he DOES have his basics… in the very back of the closet. Only to be used when absolutely necessary. XD His go-to "casual" outfit is a pair of neon pink leggings and a MASSIVE oversized t-shirt that slips off both shoulders and goes down to his knees. Not exactly fashion related, but whatever it my post I can do what I want— Gavin is and absolute chapstick and lipgloss ADDICT. He has a specific, almost-clear, peachy pink-tinged, all natural (yes he is THAT bitch) not-tested-on-animals lipgloss that he wears virtually every day. He puts chapstick on every night before bed and has an entire bin of all his different flavors, colors, etc of chapstick. He would 100% wear a choker with a bell on it and clip on cat ears solely for the purpose of flustering someone and/or creeping them out. Two piercings in each earlobe, generally just wears hoops or little rings if he’s feeling more boring.

Asher isn't quite as out there as Gavin, but he also thinks that if anybody is going to judge him for his fashion choices they can just fuck right off. He loves layering— vests, halters, overalls, biker jackets, belts, corset tops and micro mini skirts over pants when he's feeling more adventurous, leg warmers, body chains and fingerless gloves are his Thing. He takes inspiration from a LOOOT of different aesthetics and it really just depends on his mood— alt, cottagecore, goblincore, 80s, light academia, romantic academia, aaaaalllll that good stuff. His favorite casual outfits would consist of smol t-shirts that say something about him (band t-shirt, show merch, etc) paired with baggy jeans, maybe with some patches or rips. Asher. Adores. Jewelry. You KNOW this man owns fifty thousand rings!!! He’s always wearing at LEAST two rings. He often wears those little netting black chokers and owns like three different pop tab necklaces, at least one of which is homemade. Speaking of, he’ll often make his own stuff! He can’t sew, but he’ll hack the sleeves off of a jacket or crop some jeans into shorts no hesitation, and is always painting designs on plain t-shirts and making jewelry out of discarded trash or unwanted beads. He and Milo went to get their ears pierced together when they were both teens. They both like studs the most, but while Milo generally sticks to round black or small silver studs, occasionally mixing it up with some tiny gold or silver rings, Ash has a whole collection of funky studs. Hello Kitties, pokéballs, little fried eggs, lemons, little puppy footprints, moons in all phases, stars, all manner of fruit, tiny sushi’s, tiny pizza slices, metallic strawberries, fuckin mermaids, nothing is too wacky for this man. Baabe gets him a new pair every chance they get.

Milo likes fashion but feels like the community is too competitive and unwelcoming to really get into it. He’ll often tag along to Asher and Baabe's thrift store trips, but he generally just ends up getting… ANOTHER denim or leather jacket. Yeah, this man owns a LOT of denim and leather jackets. He also has a massive, ever-growing collection of enamel pins with which to abuse said jackets. He owns a trench coat solely because it makes him look more intimidating on jobs, according to him. Milo CAN sew, and will embroider little embellishments on the cuffs of his jeans and the collars of his shirts 🥰. He does it to calm himself sometimes, and what it ends up being often completely depends on his mood and what media he’s consumed recently. He has jeans with spiders on the hem, with little howling wolves, with times trees, with bats, with daisies, with paw prints, with stars, even ones with little hearts. It annoys the shit out of him when Asher asks him to modify his clothes "I'm not ya personal tailor, Ash!!" but he’ll do it anyway, with enough weedling. His favorite casual outfit is just an old college tee, a Melanie Martinez shirt, or a Shaw Security shirt paired with a comfy old worn-out pair of jeans that he embroidered LITERALLY all over with whatever he was thinking of at the time.

David really doesn’t care about "fashion" per se, but he likes to feel put together. He generally wears polo shirts and nice jeans on a casual day, a button up and nice slacks on a more formal day, and will add a tie or even a blazer on the most formal of events. The only time Angel approves of his fashion is when he wears flannels with the sleeves rolled up in the fall and winter. 😏

WOW THAT WAS LONG so if anybody wants a part two with the rest of the D.A.M.N boys, Vincent, Sam, Camilopardalis, and maybe William, please let me know!

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julesclues · 3 years

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Could you do a bucky smut where they are watching a movie and bucky gets a boner and then they have s*x 🥰 you could make it however you’d like but can they be friends first? Thank you! Love your writing btw

365 Days*

Warnings: Smut (praise kink, daddy kink, metal arm kink, squirting, fingering, oral sex[f!receiving], rough sex, overstimulation, p in v typa shit, friends to lovers)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 3.25k

You and Bucky were neighbours. You both had met about two years ago when he moved into your apartment complex -- in the apartment right next to you. You had the corner apartment of the floor, so your apartment was a bit smaller than the rest. As you got to know him more from when he moved in, you had begun to start hanging out with him, mostly in his apartment.

“I’m Y/n,” you said with a bright smile. You had extended your hand out to greet him but after realizing the boxes in his hands, you lowed your hand instantly. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you chuckled awkwardly. “I-I didn’t realise you had boxes in your hand. I-I mean I did! But.. uh..”

“No worries doll. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, James.”

“Hey, I think I can classify you as my friend right about now. Call me Bucky.”

From that day forward, you and Bucky had gotten closer both emotionally and physically. You felt like you could tell him everything, from absolute nonsense, like what you ate for breakfast that day, to our darkest secrets. Well, most of them anyways. One that you couldn't dare tell him was how you truly felt for him. You tried not to do it, you really did. You tried not to think of him as more than a friend or a neighbour. But the more you tried to avoid those feelings, the stronger they got.

Tonight was you and Bucky’s movie night. Every Saturday, you would go over to Bucky’s apartment and watch a movie with him. One of you would scroll through Netflix and the other person would say “stop” and whatever movie you landed on, was the one you had to watch no matter what. One night it was “The Matrix” which Bucky loved for some reason, and another night was “The Notebook” which, of course, you loved. Bucky secreted liked it but would never admit that to you. Little did he know that you saw him tearing up a bit.

You had shorts on that said “NYC” on the right side of it, with a plain, black tank top and some socks that had minimalistic flowers on them. You grabbed your keys and made your way to Bucky’s apartment, which was a literal 5 second journey. Knocking on the door, you hear a faint, “coming!” and hear footsteps approaching to where you're standing. As the door swings open, you see Bucky standing there in just his boxers. No shirt or pants -- not even socks. Your eyes instantly go wide as you take in his complexion. You’ve seen him without a shirt on before but not pants. You could easily see the outline of his--

“Y/n?” Bucky snaps you out of your thoughts and you look back up to him with pink cheeks. “S-Sorry,” you chuckle awkwardly. You hated being awkward around Bucky but sometimes you just couldn’t help it. You found him insanely attractive. Bucky just hums and walks back into his apartment, his way of letting you in. You walk in behind him after closing the door and sit down on his couch as he walks into the kitchen to make popcorn. You breath in a shaky breath and look at Bucky in the kitchen. Still in his boxers, your mind starts to wander to a domestic life with Bucky. Him in the kitchen making food for you, while you sit down and relax, waiting for him to come join you.

“How’s your day so far doll?” Bucky asks, causing you to look at him while grabbing the remote. “It was insanely boring,” you admit while turning on Netflix. Bucky grabs the popcorn bowl and sits down next to you, throwing one in him mouth. You tensed up a bit, seeing how he was still in his boxers, but it really was no different from what you were wearing. Your shorts were about the same size of his boxers anyways. You both didn't leave much to the imagination.

Bucky chuckles while watching the tv screen. “I get it, it was boring for me too. This was the only thing I was looking forward to the entire day. I was thinking about taking a nap before just so this could come quicker.” You smile widely at his confession and look at him. His side profile was beautiful.

“We should have more days than just Saturday then,” you suggest, making him look at you. You could swear his eyes lit up. “I would lovethat doll.” You chuckle and close your eyes, turning your head back to the tv. “Alright Buck, you know the drill. Tell me when to stop.” Scrolling up and down, left and right, through the Netflix movies, you finally hear Bucky say “stop” after about 20 seconds. Opening your eyes, you see the movie you landed on. 365 Days.

You turn to Bucky and he turns to you. “What?” He asks. “Play the movie.” You chuckle awkwardly and realise that he doesn't know anything about this movie. “Bucky.. this movie has a lot of.. uhh.. sexin it.” His eyes go a bit wide and he shifts in his seat, taking a piece of popcorn and plopping it in his mouth to play off him being uncomfortable. “I’m sure it’s fine. Have you ever seen it before?”

“No but I just know i-it shows a lot of inappropriate stuff.” Bucky shrugs and leans back. “It’s okay. We’re both adults here. Besides, the info about it looks interesting. He’s part of the mafia and wants her to fall in love with him in only a year? Sounds interesting if you ask me.” You were surprised Bucky was so cool about it, which made you think that you might have just been overthinking it. You nod your head hesitantly, before pressing the button to play the title. It shouldn't be too bad. You and Bucky were just friends. Right?

An hour into the movie and you have never felt more wet than you are right now. Watching sex scenes in a movie while the most attractive man you’ve ever seen sits next to you in just his boxers. It couldn't get any better than that. Just then, the famous “boat scene” came on and “I See Red” started to play. “Oh god,” you mumble, but Bucky heard you just fine. He turns to you but sees your eyes glued on the screen in front of you. You subconsciously squeezed your legs together, craving any pressure you can get. Bucky was going back and forth between watch the movie and watching you. Once the woman in the movie got on her knees to suck the guy off, Bucky couldn't help but let him mind wander to you and him. You on your knees with his hands in your hair. Him whimpering and begging you to go faster. Praising you for taking him like the good girl you are. He shifts in his seat, feeling his boxers become tighter by the moment. Looking at the movie would make him just imagine you more. So, he just looked down.

You saw him look down and turned to him, trying hard to drown out the moaning in the background. “You okay Bucky?” You ask him, putting your hand on his shoulder. He flinches a bit, looking up at you. He instantly covers his lap, hoping you don't catch on to him having a boner. But of course you do. You weren't stupid. Your eyes flicker down to his lap as you bit your lip and look up at him. “I-I’m fine doll.” You squeeze your legs together yet again, and smile a bit. “You sure sound it,” you say sarcastically. “Oh shut up,” he says, making you laugh. You could swear you saw a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You look up at Bucky and your smile fades a bit as you see his pupils are dilated. “Do you wanna.. uh.. do you want me to go o-or?”

“No! No, please don’t go. I want you to stay.” You smile at him and bite your lip again. “B-But don’t do that,” he says, making you tilt your head. “What?”

“Your lip. Don’t bite your lip like that. It makes.. this worse.” You smirk to yourself, feeling your heart race. Maybe it was the sounds in the background, or the fact that Bucky was only in his boxers in front of you, but you found yourself being more confident and bold. You took his hands in yours and moved them away from his lap, revealing his boner. “W-What are you doing?” He mumbles, looking up at you. “Is this okay?” You ask, putting a hand on his lap. He tenses up a bit as you grab his cock, his boxers being the only thing blocking the skin on skin contact. “This is great,” he admits, relaxing a bit as your hand starts to cup him more. He groans a bit, feeling his boner grow. You take your hand from his lap and he whines, making you laugh. You take off your tank top, making your tits bounce out, and his eyes widen. “Holy shit. You’re beautiful.” You smile and giggle, crawling closer to him. You begin to straddle him, putting a leg on each side of him. He instantly looks up at you and crashes his lips into yours. You don’t hesitate to kiss back, trying to feel every inch of his body. He brings up his metal arm and starts playing with your nipples, which instantly harden because of the cold. You moan in the kiss, feeling your nipple roll between his fingers as he lightly pinches them and massages them. Jolts of pleasure shoot through your body as you feel him give both of your tits the attention you've been dying for. But you wanted -- no, needed -- more. “Bucky,” you whine, grinding on his lap. “What do you want doll? You need to tell me.”

“You,” you whimper. “I need you. Please touch me.” He smirks and puts his hands on your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist as he stands up and starts kissing you again. He walks with you toward his bedroom without breaking the kiss, kicking the door open. He throws you on the bed, causing your boobs to bounce up and down. “Where do you want me to touch you doll?” He asks in a low voice, crawling on top of you, kissing your neck. You moan when he kisses that sweet spot and starts attacking it. “Please Bucky. T-Touch me down there.” He looks down at you and smiles which almost makes your heart burst. “Yes ma’am.” He kisses down your body, causing you to arch your back a bit. You’ve never been more excited for anything in your entire life. He finally brings his face down to your crotch and smirks. “Mind if I take these off?” He asks, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “Take it all off Bucky. I want you to see all of me.” He wastes no time taking off your shorts and panties, having your pussy directly in his face. “So beautiful,” he mumbles before attaching his tongue to your clit. You moan in pleasure, feeling his wet tongue and hot breath against your bud. He goes back and forth from sucking and kitten licks, making you grind on his face. You try to close your legs just a bit but he instantly grabs your legs from underneath and pushes them down so your thighs are hitting the mattress. You scream his name and arch your back at the sudden burst of pleasure. You throw your hands in his hair, tugging every time he licks a place that drove you crazy. He made sure to take a mental note of that for next time.

“Oh fuck! B-Bucky! God, right there! Shit baby, you feel so good.” You were a moaning mess for the super solider underneath you. You thought you were going to burst just from his tongue alone. You had no idea how the hell you were going to take his cock. He hums, and the vibrations of it tips you over the edge. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach and arch your back, tugging at Bucky’s hair some more. “Oh god! Right there, yes! I’m gonna cum, Bucky please! Don’t stop!” And he didn't. If anything, he went faster. He even added two fingers from his metal arm. “Fuck!” You scream, and you feel yourself coming right on his face. He rode our your high by sucking on your clit some more and adding a third finger in. As you came down from your high, you expected him to stop, but he didn't. He just kept going, which made you squirm. “O-Oh god! Bucky i-it’s too much!” He chuckles and lifts up his head, but doesn't remove his fingers. “Give me one more baby. I know you can.” His voice alone could make you cum, but once he dropped his head again and started to lick, you felt another orgasm approaching.

“Fuck! Yes! Keep g-going! Oh my-- daddy!” You scream as you cum again, arching your back so much that you felt as if you were going to break it. At the word “daddy,” Bucky goes faster, moaning into you. He felt himself growing more, if that was even possible. If he kept going, he would’ve cum right then and there in his pants. You reach the end of your high and Bucky relaxes his metal hand in you, lifting his head to look at you panting. “Daddy, huh?” He chuckles as he removes his fingers from you. You moan slightly and look at him with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you say, but he crawls back up to you and kisses you. You could taste yourself on his lips.

“Don’t ever apologise for that doll. I loved it.” You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, as if there weren't enough already. He takes off his boxers, which causes you to widen your eyes at the length and width of his cock. The super solider serum definitely enhanced the human body. “How the hell is that going to fit in me Bucky,” you pant, which causes him to laugh. “I won’t hurt you doll. Just tell me if it does and I’ll stop.” You loved how compassionate he was with you. How even though he was getting pleasure out of it too, you were his main concern. Your well-being.

“You stopping is the last thing I want Buck.” You lean forward to kiss him and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. Soft at first, but instantly turned rough when he felt you palm his cock. “Fuck,” he shivers in the kiss. You felt his cock hardening some more and you align him with your entrance. Looking up at him one more time, you slide him into you which makes both you and him gasp in pleasure. He felt so deep inside of you with only a couple inches in, and you felt so tight around him even though he had just made you cum minutes before with his fingers. You moan loudly as he takes control, shoving the rest of him inside of you. You claw at his back, and he dips his head in your neck. The feeling of his breath sent goosebumps up and down your entire body.

“You alright baby?” He asks hearing you hiss a bit when he starts to slowly thrust. “Y-you’re just so big,” you moan. Bucky swore he could die just from hearing your voice like that. How you looked underneath him with his dick deep inside of you. How you felt every time you clenched around him, needed to feel some sort of release.

“I’m okay, j-just.. please daddy.” Hearing you moan and beg like that? How could he say no?

He instantly starting to thirst into you roughly, knowing that you were alright with it. You moan loudly, arching your back so your stomach collided with his. “Bucky!” You scream and shut your eyes so hard that you see white. The way his cock caressed your walls made you feel as if he was the only one for you. Your fingers or sex toys will never do his cock justice. No one will ever do him justice.

He starts kissing your neck, groaning with every thrust. “Y/n. You’re doing so good baby girl. So good around me,” he whimpers, making you clench around his cock more than you had before. “Oh Bucky! Your d-dick feels so go-good inside of me,” you moan as he speeds up ever so slightly. You felt you were close, feeling that knot in your stomach appear yet again. “I-I’m close Bucky! Please, please!” He brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing harshly. The combined pleasure makes you scream and you felt yourself approaching your release. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel you cum for me. I want you to milk me, doll.” His words alone could’ve made you cum. That combined with the pleasure he was giving you with both his hands and dick made you burst.

“Fuck! Oh yes!” With that, you felt yourself cumming all over him. You felt your juices milking him more than you had ever done with anyone else. You were dripping all over him and the bed sheets but you didn’t care. Neither did Bucky. If anything, he thought it was the most attractive thing in the world. He kept thrusting as you came down from you high, but you felt he was close. His dick was throbbing inside of you and his groans and whimpers got more consistent.

“Cum for me daddy,” you moan, and Bucky goes to pull out but you wrap your legs around his waist and push him deeper in you. He looks at you with wide eyes and you smirk. “I’m on the pill,” you reassure him. He moans in pleasure and instantly cums in you at your flirtatious voice. “Y/n, fuck,” he moans, his thrusts becoming slower and harder now. He slows down and stops, as you both pant and look at one another. “That was—“ he starts.

“Amazing,” you finish. He chuckled and pulls out of you, making you whimper. He sees your cum leak out of you, almost tempted to push himself back into you go another round. But seeing how tired you were with your eyes closed, he decides to leave you be for now. He runs into the bathroom and grabs a rag, cleaning both you and him up as much as he could. You prop yourself up on your forearms and smirk. “You know I’ve never.. uh.. done that before,” you admit with a blush. It takes Bucky a second to realize what you mean, but smiles once he catches on. He leans down and kisses you quick, like it’s a habit that you’re both used to.

“I’m glad to be your first then,” he chuckles. You smile and wrap your hands around his neck. “Listen,” you start off. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing-“

“Oh thank god because neither do I,” he says relived. You laugh and tilt your head at him. “So does this mean we’re dating now?”

“I’d love to be your boyfriend Y/n.”

“I’d love to be your girlfriend Bucky.”

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