#it looks like a stupidly long rug rn

[applejongho]

my son is growing

[kittyandco]

2, 4, and 5 + whoever ur feeling rn !! 💞

YAAA... i’m gonna combine this with what @camellias-and-coriander asked via DMs owo UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I’M DUMB... 

1. Talk about the first time you and your f/o met. How was it like?

um. fucking awful. i took one look at him and said heeeell no, but because it’s anakin, he has no rational thoughts or self control in his tall, handsome being, so naturally, he had to “rescue” me from the typical ragtag groups i have to deal with on the daily. i was clearly in my zone, dropping them one by one, and then he takes them all out in one swipe of a lightsaber like... really. Really. 

in any case my s/i is... interesting. she never said thank you, she was ANGRY especially because there was a close call in the midst of the action and nearly got sliced up herself. and ani’s on his shit like aRe yOU Ok MiLADY? 

I DIDN’T ASK, STOP GETTING IN OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIT 

2. How long did it take for you and your f/o to gain feelings for each other? Was it fast or did the feelings grow slowly? Who was the first to get romantic feelings? 

for him, for his stupidly sentimental ass, it was like no time... as for me, i don’t trust anyone and especially not him, especially not a jedi... but i knew i had feelings way before i said it...

4. Was there a special moment between you guys that got you to realize you had feelings for them? Was it a deep conversation, spending more quality time with them or something else? How about vice versa?

i knew that he had to leave me soon. i knew he had allegiance to other things that weren’t me... and i knew the day was coming. although he promised that he wouldn’t leave me over it, and in fact, it was more preferable that he put everything on the line for me... i was beginning to feel abandoned by him. by the one person who had never done that to me, and it was hard enough to get used to. and i was so angry... i just blurted out “i love you, and i’ve never loved anyone, and especially not like this. i need you”, etc. etc... 

he seemed relieved to hear it, and naturally a bit smug because he’s been waiting for that confession... but he never got too heated about it - he just wanted to remind me that he’s loved me all this time, too 

5.  When you first started crushing on them, what qualities of theirs stood out to you? Was it their smile? Their eyes? Their way with words? Anything else? How about vice versa? (It can be any trait. Personality, appearance, etc.)

UGH... the obvious things. but also yeah... his apparent passion for everything he does, his sentimentality, and yes his oh-so-eloquent way with words. -w- honestly to my s/i the “you aren’t sand :3″ thing was like. ALERTING. LIKE WYM I’M SOFT? I’M PRETTY? I HATE SAND TOO WOW YOU REALLY GOT ME THERE. in short you know i just love everything about him 

umm... the vice versa... it’s hard to answer at the moment. but he makes it clear that he thinks that i’m beautiful and even cute... like... adorable? and because of my s/i’s semi-rugged nature, she’s never heard or considered that before. at first it was a bit offensive because it’s like “oh i’m cute? let me kick your ass real quick”, but... at the same time... it was validating, because she did struggle with feeling attractive to him. she never thought that he would believe that. (i make that extremely clear in my fics because i have to cope with canon somehow...) he also loves my strength!! i’m strong both mentally and physically, and he finds it really hot... hehe. but also my honesty!! he kinda has a habit of saying what’s on his mind, and he’s not able to do it without consequences usually, but he knows that with me, he can tell me anything... and i can tell him anything. 

7. You’ve just come to realize you have a crush on your f/o. How was it like when you encountered them again after that? Were you able to keep your cool around them, or was it awkward? How about vice versa?

HORRIBLE. i was like ok time to be extra aggressive, and meanwhile he’s like... whatever the fuck he does i really... am in disbelief at this man’s actions at any given time 

Self Ship Ask Meme- Before Dating

[royal-writer]

Romantic Woos 2

i have so many gd tissues surrounding me rn

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Courses. Her mouth watered at the options; all the choices, all the dishes. It took restraint not to dive into platter after platter, hardly believing that the wealthy and elite got to feast like this regularly. Yes, perhaps the meals had been outlined and approved earlier on a regular day without guests, but the sheer volume and time it took to prepare and eat this enormity baffled and excited her for each new plate.

She feared by dessert there would be no room left in her tummy. Dinner in itself had been a filling delight of whiskey sauce mushrooms and cheese-stuffed leg of lamb coated in a garlic butter sauce she could have drank like soup. The salad she picked at, hoping not to be rude by snubbing off the radishes (such awful, tasteless things) and longing to save room for the best part of the meal: dessert.

Sure enough, her head perked up as the servers finally piled in with mint-sorbet pallet cleansers and shielded dishes with glimmering copper domes. Essätha woofed down her small scope of the chilling ice cream regretfully, her head aching as she pawed at the next set of silverware Amon had instructed her for the lash course hopefully.

Chuckling, the nobleman leaned back to observe her, leaving some melted remnants of his own sorbet in his tiny bowl. She shot him a dirty look, but he still wore the same dazzling gleaming smile so softly in response. It was frustrating, and she was eager to whip her head back to observe the servers pacing around with the next plates rather then become fixated on the softness of his dark eyes.

“Watch it, Essie, you’re about to start drooling,” Adela teased, waiting patiently for the dome to be removed, hands in her lap.

Essätha’s face grew instantly hot with humiliation. It was a crude slap in the face to her insecurities. Still a starved street-rat, always left wanting. Touch-starved, food-starved; it didn’t matter, when she wanted, it gnawed and clawed like a vicious parasite.

Amon cleared his throat beside her, boldly raising his chin towards the tiefling. “That’s enough, Adela.”

The jeweler scoffed. “I was only-”

“Enough,” he stressed.

Adela snapped her trap shut, and huffed.

Beside her, Essie could feel the barest touch beneath the table. Fingers against her wrist as she tightly held to the linen in her lap. She jolted slightly to the brush of digits, goosebumps racing over her skin as her posture straightened with surprise.

Before the tension in the room could grow, or her breath become any short, Lord Amon retracted his touch as the tops of the plates were lifted all at the same time.

A strawberry shortcake stacked three layers tall sat before her. Her hand immediately reached for the last utensil left once more.

“Oh gods this looks delicious!” She whispered; fork split into the biscuit as she tossed a glance over towards the nearest server. “Give the cooks my gratitude, everything has been splendid and artfully made.”

The finely-dressed gentleman turned pink at the acknowledgment, and nodded. They moved to hurry out with the others.

Amon chuckled softly once more. She didn’t spare him a glance, already shoveling the first mouth-watering bite in.

Even careful after the first bite; taking minuscule nibbles to savor and enjoy, the finale was there and finished too soon. Her eyes tore across to the others. All except for Rava still with something on their dish as they chattered and laughed with each other. Conversing rather than indulging.

Sighing, Essie resisted putting her elbows on the table to drown her sadness in her hands like she wanted. Oh saccharine scrumptious, always gone too soon.

“Hey.”

The quiet of the gentle voice barely caught her attention, but the callused hand definitely did. It warmed her skin, and made her head turn up towards him expecting.

Wearing only half-a-smile, Amon nodded his head towards his plate, and the fork he had hovering over it topped with his own choice of dessert. A pecan nut cake, coated in a drizzle of caramel sauce. The shine of the sugared caramel threatened to drip from his genuine silver made utensil.

He arched an eyebrow. “Care to try some?”

‘No’ would probably be the appropriate thing to say here, but as a bleak commoner and street-rat, she didn’t think it expected of her. She nodded with genuine enthusiasm.

Snickering, he offered out the fork. Stupidly unable to take the social cue, she mistook the gesture, and nipped the cake right off rather than taking the fork. Another laugh; this one muffled as he placed it back onto his plate.

Slowly chewing through the tender morsel, Essätha finally swallowed, face burning. “I’m sorry- were you wanting me to take…”

“I was,” he admitted, chest still shaking as he tried to contain his laughter.

Her face burned brighter. She gaped.

“No, it’s quite alright,” Amon informed her gently, taking her hand. “Do not be ashamed, I’m not upset.” A smile. “Any good?”

The flush moved down her throat now she nodded slowly. “Yes,” she squeaked. Good was an understatement. It was soft and chewy and the syrupy consistentancy made it even more tempting than her tart shortcake. She wished she’d gotten what he had instead.

The nobleman e nodded. Splitting his slice of cake in half, he looked around before scooting his plate over, and tipping half of it over onto her dish.

“Amon-” she hissed desperately, “I couldn’t-”

“My treat,” he whispered close, passing her a wink. “Sweets to fuel your sweetness. You appreciate them more than I do anyway.”

Grinning sheepishly; still a little embarrassed, she accepted the gift with a slight respectful dip of her head. Her hand found his beneath the table as he’d done to her, and traced her fingers along his before giving his hand a squeeze.

“Thank you, m’lord.”

His features tinted a pinkish color, and he nodded before almost nervously drawing his hand back. She tried not to question it. Still embarrassed, she took another bite of the cake on her plate, melting back into the upholstery lined chair.

The nobleman’s gaze flickered over her, briefly, with a timid grin before he went back to poking at the delicate cake; an almost dreamy sigh escaping him she didn’t even notice.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was dark. Dark even for her. A moonless night; no torches in sight. Her hand rested against her chest, listening to the sound of her breathing and elevated heart rate. The dream was faded; already far away, but like the bony clutch of demon’s hand, the fear rested upon her breast.

“Amon?”

The name barely rasped out of her tight throat. She didn’t know where it came from. She hadn’t thought of it; it slipped out of her as one’s breath. It rhymed with protection and had a synonym for safety.

A grunt echoed beside her. The comforter began to move, and her legs tensed. Fight or flight. Flee. Her head pounded. Her chest felt heavy.

Air rattled out of her lungs. A great release. How had a whisper even woken him; a bear in hibernation, his sleep usually so deep. The weight of his heavy arm around her; holding her in, grounding her to the solid shape of him.

“M’here,” he grumbled, half asleep. “I’m here.”

Essätha dragged in a breathless gust. The tremor in her fingers ceased. The tension in her spine relaxed. The bed no longer felt like the confining cage of steel bars, but of a pillowing cloud once more.

His snoring continued, gradually, as she melted; turned to putty. Her hands she rested against the back of his, feeling that nameless feeling lighten the burdens on her soul as it always did around him. The radiance of him, burning into her like a sun gone supernova.

She swallowed, and swallowed again against the tightness in her throat. Fear chasing longing. Wanting without understanding.

The thought of another lonely night ever again in her life felt like a torture she couldn’t bare to face. A future she didn’t want to survive in anymore.

No place ever felt more of belonging.

“I love you.”

The first time she finds the courage to dare labeling the feeling, and he is asleep, breathing warmly against her nape so she shivers in response.

Sighing weakly, Essätha held his hands a bit tighter, praying she’d never forget the feeling of home that rested in his embrace.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Make yourself at home. The words still sank into Essätha, weighted into the pit of her stomach. As though the feeling was easy to come across. It felt like the manor of Briarton had ownership over her, rather than the other way around. Large and imposing, its many walls and ceilings a foreign and unfamiliar territory.

She held only to the softness of his eyes, and the delicate whisper of his voice in the words.

This should mean something to her. This was what she’d wanted, after all: a house, fortune, securities, a comfortable living without struggle and fear.

None of these things felt like how she’d dreamed they would. None of them brought the solace she’d prayed for.

Then, night after night, the house began to change.

It started small. The curtains drawn open. Then the bedroom, rearranged. She watched with silent curiosity as new novels were added to the library on subjects she enjoyed; when a couch was removed for a favorable, less stiff fabric for something she could sink into.

Tentatively she found her voice.

The color of the curtains were changed; a desk sanded and repainted. A new throw rug for the upstairs sitting room was rolled out, and flowers of her choosing placed in window boxes that carried in their perfume through open windows. The dining room gained a new painting she found at market, and a new mat placed near the front door to leave boots.

She was speechless when she discovered the new wardrobe and dresser in the bedroom rolled in one day. The realization struck her only then that the Illiad manor was no longer simply a place to rest her head, it was becoming part of her dream.

Should she worry for when he grew tired of change?

Should she worry for when he grew tired of her?

It was a balmy day, the sun shining and windows left open to let in the draft as she lay reading in the sitting room with Caesar at her side and Green Bean looped in one of her indoor enclosures when she heard the tiptoeing of feet shuffling throughout the manor. Thinking nothing of it, she flipped through the pages of her novel in silence.

It continued. Again, and again, and again.

A knock at the door on her right, and she looked up to see the trophies of the hunt staring at her. She grimaced at their judgment, and snapped the book closed, leaving a bookmark in place.

Caesar groaned and lifted his head as she stood up to approach the door. Creaking it open, only the staircase and wide floor plan filled with immobile soldier figures and imposing taxidermy predators greeted her.

She went to close the door, and something slapped against wood. Her head pivoted around, spotting a scroll wrapped to the handle.

Unwinding the string, Essätha unfurled the parchment to glance upon the words scribed into it.

My darling Essätha,

You’ve taken me on an incredible journey of love and acceptance.

I would like to take you on a journey of discovery as well.

For further instructions, head to the place we share a cup of coffee every morning.

Her lips parted. Staring from the paper around the room, she saw no sign of the crafty nobleman who left the message.

Her hands shook. She crumbled the note slightly; grip tightening with a wave of swelling emotion.

As a burn of excitement traced the shape of her heart, she took off in a hurry through the room. The almost childlike zeal caught the housekeepers off guard, who paused amongst work to see her passing with shared glances of amusement and surprise.

Barging into the dinging room, she flung headlong into the room. Her bright eyes darted across the room, spotting an envelope sitting neatly at the table, propped up by a steaming hot cup of coffee; milky white in color.

Breathless, she inched forward to pick it up. This one was sealed with the Illiad wax seal, and had sprigs of baby’s breath in the hues of dark blue. She slipped a fingernail beneath the edge, tearing it open as a scent of cologne wafted off the paper.

Her heart thundered. Essie picked up the hot beverage to sip while reading the paper.

Check the place you sneak

Stealing sweets at late-night peak

“Oh,” she snickered, her face glowing as she pressed the letter against her chest. Beaming from ear to ear, she skipped through the dining room, her eyes tracing the piano in the corner and the arrangement of flowers in pots.

In the hallway, a small table sat with kick-knacks from their explorations. She smiled to herself, knowing that the single drawer contained nothing more than mementos. Trivial things; documents from travel, letters from friends, a paper weight or two. She giggled at vase with a chip in it on the floor before entering the next corridor, remembering how she’d knocked it over and broken the top and how she’d cried in apology for hours despite Amon’s reassurance that it had character now.

There was a small seat in the next hall, near the entry to the cobblestone room meant for gardening tools that lead to the basement, which housed outdoor boots and had a pillow that matched nothing in the house she just had to have upon it. A few hooks dangled, holding scarves and hats and a single light jacket.

She picked up the pace, pausing only long enough to study the rock atop another short end-table with their initials painted into it with whimsy innocence before entering the kitchen.

“Hello, miss Essätha,” a maiden greeted her with an endearing smile.

“G’day,” she acknowledged brightly, sliding past her to head for the pantry.

The lady knitted her brow. “Are you hungry, miss? I could whip you up something?”

“No no- that’s alright,” she laughed, bracing the doors open.

Another note. This one sat upon a fancy box. She picked it up, unaware of the young lady peering over her shoulder as she turned it over. Tiny, almost blinding blue lobelia’s were sealed in the wax, just as the others had been.

She slid her finger under this one, the inviting aroma of his scent coming off the paper as she folded it open.

See the library for a favorite read,

A cover with a knight, and his faithful stead

“My,” the maiden hummed thoughtfully, glancing sideways at the blush burning high on her cheeks.

Embarrassed, Essie folded the note over to hold carefully with the other. She reached for the box; her hands shaking as she picked it up to pry open the lid.

Lines of chocolates. A sniff, and she could pick up different scents coming off of them. One filled with raspberry, another topped with sea salt. There was ones topped with caramel drizzles, and others which appeared suspiciously plain.

Hugging this too to her chest, she offered the maiden a shy nod. “E-Excuse me-”

“Oh surely,” they said, offering a knowing smile as they stepped side.

She cut through her starting place; the downstairs sitting room, where the mastiff and serpent peered at her as she passed. Her feet took two stairs at a time; the runner carpet catching on her shoes once or twice as she grinned from ear to ear.

Mounted frames with various items clung to the wall. Feathers in one, a pressed flower in another; one of the very first Amon ever gifted her. She felt a swelling in her heart as her gaze lingered upon the lonesome rose bloom, and drifted along. Bookends that resembled common creatures of Etheron they’d bought together, and a bonsai they’d trimmed and cultivated sat upon a nearby nook with some stacks of books.

Recognizing the novel sitting on top; a daring adventure fantasy with a lady knight, Essätha gingerly flipped it open. She frowned, and began to skim through the pages, stopping on the one where the letter was left. Page 362, the one where the knight kissed the woman she’d been pining after for years without saying a word.

Careful not hurt the slightly bruised ivy-flowers any more than they already were, she opened the letter. This one contained not just another note, but a series of sketches. Some were of flowers. As she flipped through them, a gasp lifted from her. Crude, and poorly done, various sheets seemed to be of her. Silhouettes more than anything, but the strokes grew bolder. They seemed to be progressive of things over time, as shapes became more detailed, until she found what appeared to be the latest. A small portrait, the graphite smudged slightly to indicate the flow of her wild hair, staring out a window with a light smile and half-closed eyes.

Your beauty captures my heart,

For your next destination, there are many charts

Smearing the tears along the corners of her eye, Essätha topped her box of chocolates with the letters and cards of drawings to head through the sitting room for the alchemy study. The light of the sun shone in here perfectly, illuminating a painting they’d gotten together what felt like ages ago now. It almost a perfect photo of the moment; eyes immersed in each other, wild grins, hands interlocked.

She slipped past the fireplace and it’s new set of tools into the next hallway. The door to the alchemy room was slightly ajar, and as she pushed it open the light of a lamp flickering greeted her.

Realizing it was near the maps, she stepped hesitantly over to examine the rolls and unfurled pieces. Sure enough, there was a letter tucked beneath one. Keeping the edges of the map unfurled were two new gifts: an exotic perfume with words she couldn’t describe, and a massage oil that had the soothing aroma of lavender. The very same plant was locked within the seal.

Follow the hallway we’ve walked hand-in-hand,

Your next clue is easy to understand

With a hum, she added the two bottles on top of her growing pile and blew out the lamp before stepping out of the room. She closed it quietly behind her, eyes darting against the hallway walls while moving skeptically.

Metal weaved in intricate patterns to create an abstract design motif. A poorly done painting of flowers set beside each other they’d done in the garden for laughs.

She settled her gaze on a large fan near the end of the hall. Hand crafted, it had a landscape embroidered upon its fabric. Tucked behind it was yet another letter, this one with a line dangling from it containing a simple thin bracelet with a serpent charm looping around itself.

Plucking them each off where they hung, Essätha took the time to open the clutch and place the brilliant gleaming silver gift on before turning to open the letter. Forget-me-nots, this time. As if she ever could.

Next is the place where we last kissed,

A dragon spied us, but you I could not resist

“Cheesy,” she snickered, placing the message over top the others, slipping through the next entry way. The ticking grandfather clock they’d picked out together greeted her before she moved on into the long room nearby, overlooking the balcony staring down at the dining room. The aloft fake dragon bones peered indeed down upon guests. The entire room had shelving and tables now, lined with enough stories in the trinkets and totems left there from adventures to spend days talking about.

Carefully resting upon the wooden frame of the sturdy balcony, a leather-bound book with yet another message balanced on it. She picked it up slowly, examining the carvings in the empty journal’s leather. It seemed to be depictions of a million things; wolves and snakes, trees and flowers, hearts and intertwined fingers.

With a softness in her gaze, she pried the envelope to this one open as well. Cologne and pink fairy foxglove nested on the front.

Look up to the place,

That reflects your stunning face

“Look up?” she mused. Her eyes moved in front of her, to the ceiling, and the across with confusion.

A mirror, propped up on a far table, caught her eye as light bounced off its reflective surface. She hesitated before approaching it, staring blankly at her reflection. Her eyes moved down to the letter beneath it. A brand new quill lay over it. Chamomile this time was sealed in the wax.

A dreamy relaxing epilogue to the day,

Soaked and scented bubbles pave the way

Taking both her new gift and the latest note, Essie scurried out of the room and through the last hall. Her eyes drifted down to the garden through the windows, beaming brightly as she held to her goods with a wave of overwhelming adoration.

The sitting room to the bedroom was quiet. Beside a book on the coffee table, there lay a bouquet of freshly cut flowers from the garden. Each one was in full bloom; soft petals and arranged with a tender hand. Colors and shapes; each unique and vibrant. Their fragrance was so strong that it radiated around the sofas.

Her heart seized and melted. She sniffled softly, and laid her arrangement of gifts so far beside the latest gift before moving into the bedroom.

Making her way around the room without a glance, she stepped behind the privacy screen towards the claw-foot tub. Sure enough, another note and a set of luxurious bath bubble bottles sat at the bottom.

She retrieved both, studied the wood sorrel flowers for a brief moment, and opened it.

Have you noticed a pattern on your quest?

The final gift is where we lay intertwined at night to rest.

Giving a shake of her head, Essätha sat the products, and this note, on the nearby vanity before cautiously making her way to the bed.

A final envelope, and nothing else. A steam cut from a set of bleeding hearts hung from the wax seal. She pried it open slowly.

This place of residence could be your forever,

Say that you’ll stay here, come whatever.

It already has your spirit built into the foundation,

And I vow to you a lifetime of dedication.

Your secrets I swear to keep, your smile I promise to uphold,

Please stay with me. Let us grow old.

Behind her, a thud of boots. The heavy hinges of the oak door squeaked.

The letter fell from her hands and upon the comforter.

Echoing the last words written at the very bottom, a tender voice spoke.

“Turn around, Essätha.”

She did. Unsteady, but she did.

Wearing a shy, tender lop-sided grin and his best dress clothes; with the collar tight against his throat the way he hated and the cufflinks she bought him pinned in, Amon stepped slowly towards her. The cologne that had been perfuming the letters exuded from him; amber notes and pine trees.

Her eyes devoured him. The affection shining in his dark eyes; the creases around his eyes in the most endearing smile.

The ring box in his hand, as he stepped closer and began to kneel

Her knees buckled; hitting the side of the bed to sink into the mattress with a choked noise and tears spilling over faster than she could comprehend the fact she was crying.

“Yes!”

Surprise lit up his wide-eyes. Amon chuckled, a spring of tears in the corners of his eyes as he rasped, “I haven’t even asked-”

“YES!”

“My speech-”

“Yes,” she half cooed, half choked on sobbing as she slid off the side of the bed, grabbing the scruff of his beard. Her hands were shaking. Her chest heaved.

Seeing the house; the care of the letters, the sparkle of joy lighting up his face…

He was home.

She was home.

And as another sob tore through her; louder than the rest, she flung herself into his embrace. The arms that encircled her and brought her right in to where she belonged. The sound of his pulse racing with her own; his unsteady breathes, the smell of him; warm and abrasive hands against her and gentle lips close to her ear.

“I would rob all the stars in the sky, and all the light from the sun, if it meant you never doubted how loved you are, or your place here,” Lord Amon whispered softly. “I would do anything to have you never doubt the light inside you. How special you are; how treasured.”

“I would do anything for your happiness. Anything at all.”

Her crying increased tenfold. Tears soaking into the fabric of his good clothes, leaving damp stains in the crisp fabric. Her fingers curved into his back; crinkling the somewhat stiff garment as she choked.

“I love you,” Essätha whimpered, shaking. “I don’t need anything else. I don’t want anything else. Just hold me tight, and promise you’ll always love me too, m’lord Amon.”

The pressure of his lips pressed to her temple, and she rasped desperately for air.

“I love you, now and always, my darling Essätha.”

His voice wobbled; thick with emotion, and he clutched to her with enough strength she swore her lungs would collapse.

And she had no doubts, that this is exactly where she belonged.

[ugh-supersoldiers]

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mavelfanatic said: 

Hi! I was wondering if could write a oneshot with FLUFFY AF smut. Like all the I Love Yous and Are You Okays? With cuddles and fluff because I desperately need fluffiness rn. With either Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes.  Thx!!

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky hasn’t progressed farther than the occasional heated makeout… Until one fateful evening when everything changes.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ PLEASE AND THANKS, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), General fluffiness, adorable and observant Bucky (best warning ever), bad editing sorry I did this quickly bc uni papers

Words: 1988

A/N: Alright so this is my first time writing smut pls be gentle I am but a novice perv, also THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I DO REGULARLY SO DON’T REQUEST SMUT

When he woke up next to you on that fateful morning, Bucky Barnes had to remind himself how to breathe. His eyes fluttered open, the small patches of sun that filtered through the curtains of his bedroom entered rather unpleasantly into his sight.

He groaned, stretching his arms out widely to the sides until he softly bumped into your body. He’d almost forgotten about last night.

With wide eyes, he rolled over on his side almost too eagerly, fearing his jolted movements might have woken you. He sighed in content and relief when he saw you, still happily asleep on the pillow next to him.

His eyes softened at the sight of you, hair somehow perfectly fixed behind your shoulders which rose and fell with every passing breath. The covers barely concealed your naked figure, the sheets just pulling above your nearly exposed breasts. Bucky sucked in a breath, he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

The thing is Bucky had been in love with you for so long now that the surreal image in front of him, of you sleeping peacefully looking like an absolute angel in bed - in his bed - felt more like a dream than reality. He pinched himself gently on the flesh arm and was gleefully relieved to feel the nip of pain on his bicep. 

He was only centimeters away from your face, eyes flicking onto every part of you that he so desperately wanted to memorize. Gingerly, and perhaps unconsciously, he reached out a pressed his flesh hand to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone ever so gently. 

You stirred at the feeling of his warm hand, humming contently and whispering out his name with a sleepy smile cast across your features. Bucky swore it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, his name through your lips.

In that instantly he was transported back to the previous night, before he’d ended up in bed with you, before he even remotely expected to wake up like this with you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Didn’t think you were coming out tonight.” Steve’s voice caught Bucky’s attention in the midst of one of Tony’s all too crowded parties.

“Well, I know Bucky would be absolutely lost without me.”

“Easy, you haven’t been together that long.” Steve laughed.

Bucky stared at you, speechless as he gawked at how perfect you looked in the dress you were wearing, how it fit you in all the right places. He had to remind himself to close his mouth.

“Hey Buck.” You smiled when your eyes landed on him.

“Hey.” He croaked back, swallowing thickly as you strode past everyone else and deliberately sat right next to him on the sofa. 

You smelled so good, the perfume you were wearing invaded Bucky’s senses the moment you got into position beside him. God, he was convinced that your scent was the most intoxicating thing on the planet.

Ever since you’d joined the team, Bucky’d had this primal attraction to you. He bounced back and forth between wanting to wrap you in soft blankets and kiss every inch of your face, and wanting to throw you against a wall and make you his. Tonight he was somewhere in between.

You smiled up at him brightly, “You seem kinda distracted.” You muttered.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He said, long before he could stop himself.

Your eyes went wide at his comment, “Thanks.”

“God, I can’t believe how fucking good you look.” He mumbled, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“You okay?”

“No,” He said, looking at you, “I’m not,”

A smirk danced along your lips, knowing exactly what he meant. Your relationship had never stemmed past heavy makeout sessions, yet at least, and you had a sneaking suspicion that that fact might change tonight.

“Really?” You asked.

Bucky half glared at you, knowing he was most likely in for a night of teasing if he wasn’t careful.

“Well, if you make an excuse to get out of here as soon as possible, maybe we can do something about that.”

That was it, that was all he needed to stand up rather abruptly and take you by the wrist, half dragging you out of the party with a stupidly large boyish grin on his face.

By the time you’d gotten back to his apartment, half of your dress had already been taken off, his lips attacked any part of your chest he could find as the soft sound of your moans filled the room. 

Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging on it gently and earning a grunt from him. He’d always been a sucker for hair pulling, and it played right into your hand when he had you like this. 

Your legs were wrapped around his waist firmly as he pressed you against the wall. He thought he just might die when he heard the sound that came out of your mouth when he ground his crotch into you from this new angle.

“Bucky.”

The whisper that came out as a moan from deep in your throat make him suck harshly on your neck, no doubt leaving an impressive bruise there as memorabilia for the next day.

He lifted you, moving until he legs hit the bed, where he laid you down and climbed on top of you, removing the rest of your dress in the process.

Raising himself up to get a view of your near naked body, he grunted when he saw the matching set of lingerie you were wearing. 

The tug at the bottom of his shirt was a signal, and he knew it. He hadn’t thought this part through yet, about having you see his scar.

You noticed his hesitation, “Buck.” You cooed.

His eyes met yours and he smiled softly at you.

“It’s me.” You said calmly.

“I know.”

“I love you for everything you are.”

Now that he didn’t know. 

“You…”

“Love you, yes.”

“(Y/N)…” He whispered, before his lips came crashing back down on yours, only breaking once when the fabric of his shirt was lifted over his head.

You traced the line of his scar, whispering ‘I love you’s desperately in between feverish kisses. 

Bucky’s head was spinning. He’d never felt like this before about anyone, never so completely enamored, never so in love.

By the time your bra and panties came off, Bucky figured he’d died and gone to heaven. Your body was the most blissful, gorgeous thing he’d looked at. Ever.

His pants were off so quickly, he was sure he’d given himself rug burn. 

He crawled between your legs, his face mere inches from your heat. You whined out, the anticipation of having him so close building inside of you. He reached a finger forward and gently began circling your clit.

A sharp cry came out of your mouth at the stimulation he was giving you. There seemed to be a way about his movements, how smooth they were, it drove you insane. 

The kisses that he trailed up you thighs made your legs shake, your hands reaching forward to tug at his soft locks even more. He took the cue, and latching his lips snugly around your clit.

A high pitched moan of delight made Bucky laugh into you, the vibrations driving even more wild than before. There was no question in your mind that Bucky knew exactly how to please a woman, and he had every intention of taking him time on you.

His name was the only word you mouth could produce, seemingly your brain had forgotten all others. He was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.

He inserted a single finger, still lapping away at your sensitive nub, and began pumping his way in and out of you. His long slender finger curved upwards and hit exactly where you needed him, another low moan coming from you in approval. 

A few more kisses were pressed to your inner thighs before he got back on top of you, positioning himself carefully at your entrance. You placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes deeply for a moment.

The whole world melted away for a few seconds, the only one’s existing in the universe you were the two of you.

You reached forward and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Such a small gesture, but one that held great meaning and more significantly, great love.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving something quite as much as I have you.” You whispered, words only for his ears.

The kiss that he planted on your lips was enough of his reply, enough of his own version of an ‘I love you’. That was when he thrusted into you sharply, causing a low moan to escape your lips, captured by his kiss.

His movements were slow, but held a level of franticness, as if he might never get the opportunity to make love to you like this ever again. But you would do everything in your power to make sure he did. 

“Is this okay?” He asked you, slowing his rhythm in between his grunts to look into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Yes, of course.” You said, before he began entering you even deeper than being, hitting your spot with every thrust causing you to cry out his name. 

His metal hand grabbed at your thigh, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder, his cock enter you at a depth that made you see stars.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, tugging him down by the back of the neck, kissing him desperately. 

Your tongues entered each other’s mouths in a frantic expression of passion and he continued to fuck you with love you had never experienced before.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted.

You could feel your climax building, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long the way that Bucky was treating you.

“I’m close.” You whined, and Bucky knew exactly what to do next.

His metal fingers brushed against your clit a few times, the coldness making your eyes roll back into your head and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.

He pined his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto each other as he felt you begin to spasm around him. His lips pressed against yours again, a soft, barely audible “I love you.” Finally passing through them.

And that was all it took.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you harder than it ever had before, moans of his name and heavy breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in the room.

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, “Fucking shit, there I am.”

Bucky’s own high presented itself, hot ropes of his cum filling you as he continued to thrust sloppily through it all.

He soon collapsed on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together in a comforting way.

You began to trace patterns on his back, little designs and drawings here and there as his arms circled your waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I love you.” He repeated, with a small laugh.

You pressed a kiss to his temple, “I love you too.”

“Bucky?”

You soft voice broke him out of his trance.

“Hey, doll.” He said, smiling as you opened your eyes to look at him. 

You returned the smile sleepily, and snuggled into him further.

“Waking up beside you feels like a dream.”

Those words made him laugh, if only you knew what he’d just been thinking about not that long ago.

Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you, inhaling the scent of your shampoo deeply.

He soon heard you begin to softly snore again and he decided to let you sleep, holding onto you and stroking your face gently, whispering just how much he loved you into your ear, even if you couldn’t hear him.

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did u want to hear pointlessly long rambling about ocs.....this is the post for u

okay so studying is killing me atm so i decided to use some chill time to chatter about my ocs…my kids….because lbr this blog is a mess of assorted information

stuff under read more

context? i suck at plotting and also gonna dodge some spoilers for now so all u need to know is that the story is set in a futuristic sci fi/urban fantasy sort of world (with some of those sweet dystopic elements thrown in because i love dystopias, even ya ones, especially ya ones) in which magic is a thing which a few people have (is it genetics? is it prophecy? this is why i don’t have a plot yet) but its sort of rather illegal to use and have because either a. magic users have put people in danger in the past and/or b. there is a prophecy that claims magic users will revive an old aristocracy based society in which those with magic had absolute rule and it sucked for every else so there was a revolution and honestly? no one wants that back. it sucked. mostly magic users have their magic removed and their memories wiped so they can start anew in society (although with a few restrictions for a while)

the main four kiddos are a bunch of late teens/young adults (i’m thinking about 19/20?) that have teamed up for various reasons to do some of that sweet illegal magic stuff and maybe jumpstart a prophecy that dooms the world but that last bit was an accident, and accidents happen.

first up is stella shields, who technically dates back to one of the first ocs i ever made??? (she has definitely changed a lot tho haha) stella is the self-proclaimed leader of the group given that she has good leadership qualities and is confident and brave and also very tol and swol, so there skylar

she has no memories of her childhood and is fixated on finding her birth mother, who she believes was andromeda sparks, famed/disgraced figure in prophecy. stella has no magic and believes it was removed as a child, and has been adopted by a lovely but kind of sneaky lady called tamara. tamara studies prophecy and such which is how stella even guessed that in the first place (also because they look super similar).

stella is a deconstruction of a heroic stereotype - she’s tall, strong, and despite having no magic she fights just as well as (if not better than) most of the cast. she even has the fancy heir-style backstory to boot. unfortunately, during the story…things…happen which deplete her strength and she has to take a backseat to the action, which tears her up inside but also prompts her looking at herself without a heroic lens and seeing her flaws/how much unnecessary importance she places on her status as a hero and her heritage

besides being obsessed with the idea of being a hero like her mother was, stella kind of has an ongoing identity crisis which she fills up with fantasies of finding her mother and dumping traits she thinks a hero should have in place of her almost “blank slate” personality (which she’s pretty in denial about). her character arc is about her finally recognising the way that she fills in others’ traits as her own and her growing as her own person and aaaaaaaa i love to see my baby mature

next is lina taylor, the problematic fave™ and stella’s best friend since high school. I’m not gonna lie i love lina a lot because she’s probably the first character i started applying actual flaws and consequences - as in, not 100% forgivable and pure intentioned flaws like being ‘too selfless’ and stuff.

lina is paranoid to the point where it hurts not only herself but others, and tends to lash out when feeling pretty much any negative emotion - sometimes her caution pays off, other times it does even more damage. she’s deathly scared of being betrayed and thus hates anyone knowing too much about her, lies about herself incredibly often, and will attack anyone who tries to get close to her if she feels threatened. however, she is a quick thinker and will immediately take a fall for her loved ones if she thinks one of them is in danger.

is lina a magic user? technically spoilers (eh…like its pretty early on? not a big one?) but someone dies and in her panic she brings them back to life. sort of. mostly. in that yeah, their heart beats, but they’re kind of (unknowingly) a walking corpse. her magic is of the healing variety, but explaining how magic works is kind of complicated in a character post rn….maybe later. just know that that sort of magic is a one-off and no, she can’t bring people back to life willy nilly (or even fully back to life at all)

honestly i love her character development as well because she learns that hey, she kind of is a pretty toxic person and has to work to undevelop these traits and make up for the times she screws up. it makes everyone around her happier, but it also makes her so much happier too (which i think she does deserve)

next is skylar ashe, technically good person? best known for doing his best, skylar is far and beyond the best magic user in the cast (main characters and probably even secondary characters too) probably because he’s one of the few characters that indulges in the slightly illegal hobby. skylar is well spoken and clever, and one of those people who has stupidly high aspirations at all times. he and stella have a rivalry thing going on, and they’re very jealous of each other (although skylar never notices because his self esteem is so low he can’t comprehend someone admiring him. he needs a hug)

skylar for the most part is a sweetheart (#teammum) and is a nice person to be around but can also be a bit scary given that a. he is very very manipulative when he wants to be and b. his moral code is a bit worn down in places. he tends to over-rationalise his own behaviour when guilt becomes too apparent, and can come off as cold. rip don’t piss him off mostly

skylar is sort of??? essie’s adopted brotherish person (essie’s up next!!). his magic appeared when he was a really little kiddo but his parents didn’t want to turn him because he was like 6. and thus a pair of lawful goods decided to buck the law for a while (like 10 years, which is a p good effort i guess) but that went about as well as expected and skylar eventually runs away from home, and comes under the care of essie’s mums. this is partially why skylar gets so much of his self worth from magic because despite the fact that it kind of screwed up his family it’s one of the few things he’s good at - he spent years and years practising so he could bottle it up (btw his magic is illusion and telekinetically based)

listen just give this kid some history books and a quiet room and he will be the most happy ever, and probably give you a hug and buy you lunch. his heart is in the right place most of the time and he does try to act in altruistic ways. that whole self-rationalising thing gets challenged a LOT throughout the story likethetimeheaccidentallykilledsomeonebutdontworryaboutthat and honestly? boy learns that no, you don’t need magic abilities/fun illegal hobbies 2 b kewl. u just need to love urself xx

fINALLY IS ESSIE IM LOVE HER TBH. vanessa mayford, known gay, and also part of the magic squad made up of skylar and a few other characters. a dancer by day and the voice of reason™ by night. except she’s not really that great of a voice of reason per se given that her response to “is that illegal” is “did u mean a challenge"

essie is very extroverted and a bit (a lot) of an attention seeker - if she’s there she’s mostly in it for the thrills. even if she’s not the best with reasonable advice (see above) she’s a bit of a bleeding heart and will always give someone a hug and a pep talk if they need it. on one hand she’s got her super overdramatic flair going on but also on the other she’s occasionally chill?? like she’ll do dumb stuff just for fun but is also pretty much unfazed by anything. a dragon or something could be staring her in the face and she’d just be like “can i jump high enough to kick it in the nose”

alas, as is the way with many loud people, she has pretty low self confidence and relies on the validation of others to feel like she’s accomplished anything in her life (which is one reason why she’s always trying to get people’s attention). she feels very unfulfilled with how her life is going despite still being very young, and thus is driven by the fatal american need to have a pretty good time to do reckless things just for the adrenaline rush - everything is a performance for her. she also hates conflict within her own group of friends, and sometimes brushes things under the rug if she thinks it’ll cause a problem, electing to try to deal with it herself.

essie’s magic has been a bit fiddly given that the rules change depending on the rules of magic (which tend to change from setting to setting). her magic is atm shapeshifting but the rules of it are getting a bit confusing so I’m thinking about changing it a little bit. whatever her magic is, she cares the least about magic and thus while she has a lot of raw power she can’t be bothered training to increase it (if she did, she’d probably outrank skylar power-wise).

in conclusion? essie is a babe and im love her a lot. she’s the charming, gay and flirty gal that we all need in our lives and one of my fave characters to write tbh. wins awards for best dressed, most likely to succeed, best dancer (she’s a cheerleader btw) and probably also prom queen. i would vote for her. she would probably cry but that’s okay

so those are my children i love them and now i have to go back to studying my ass off bye