Oopsimlittleagain - Lala 21

Bucky’s love languages are gift-giving and acts of service (amongst probably the other three) — an unedited drabble.

“How much?”

“No.”

“Blue…” Bucky addressed you by your nickname when he was really serious. It was the complete opposite in your daily interactions. Your first name had always been used in the most humorless of situations but Bucky only used it in when he was being playful or in intimate moments.

“Bucky. I put myself in this situation. I’ve been taking care of it. I don’t need your help,” You softened a bit when you saw him furrow his eyebrows, “You know what I mean. I’m so grateful for you and your generosity but I’ll be fine.”

You smiled small and gripped the small stack of papers. Bucky sighed deeply and watched as you stepped away from him in your cute floral socks and big t-shirt.

You stuffed the stack away with the other copious amounts of mail you had a box for.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky’s voice was rough, deep with emotion. Your acrylics tapped against the bar of your kitchen as you hung your head low.

“Bucky, this is isn’t why I’m in a relationship with you… To take things from you. For it to be an expectation for you to offer what you are.”

“I haven’t even officially offered to give you the money. Maybe I’m just curious.” Just as embarrassment made waves through your body, Bucky chuckled,” But you know me well, sweetheart. Of course I’m covertly offering you the money.”

You turned away, rumbling through your kitchen drawers for a big straw and then the fridge for your favorite comfort drink.

“How much?” He asked again just as you shut the fridge door.

“It’s my debt.”

“Then marry me. Your debt becomes mine.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, and were so stunned you almost let your mason jar slip through your fingertips.

You were silent. So was Bucky.

A few moments passed before Bucky raised up from the couch and walked over to you. He stood close, making you take a few steps back until the middle of your back hit the bar.

Your eyes were intensely connected, pupils shifting back and forth, roaming each other’s faces. You were so focused on his features that you didn’t notice Bucky’s lengthy arms reach behind you and snatch that letter from the top of the stack.

“Buck…”

His eyes roamed the paper, taking a few steps back. He stood across from you, letting his own frame lean against the counter across from you.

“I’ll put this amount in your account right now,” His eyes faintly blink and then frowned when he saw, what you’re assuming was your interest rate.

“I’m not letting you paying this for the rest of your life,” Bucky smiled at you and then looked back down at the letter,” So I’m going to put the money in your account. And you’ll pay this off in the morning and we’ll go any where you want in the world to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?”

“That you’re student debt free and one day, will become by wife.” Bucky folded up the paper slowly, waiting for any kind of protest from you. A grin spread across his face when he didn’t hear a peep out of you,” Because you didn’t say no. You didn’t say anything… You want to be my wife, Blue?” His eyes still hadn’t connected with yours.

“You’re gonna marry me, huh? Travel the world together. Let me give you every single fucking thing you want because I love you and you deserve it.”

He moved back closer to you, and grabbed the rim of your cup. You gave a little squeak when he snatched it from you, to set it on the counter.

“I love you so much-“ You words were muffled when Bucky pressed his lips against yours. You two were wrapped up in each other, soft moans and rough motions. His hands slid down your spine, every sensation on your part being felt through your shirt. You pushed against his chest,” Thank you. I will always be thankful.”

There was no point in fighting it. Bucky was going to pay for it one way or the other — you knew it as soon as his eyes landed on the letter you left open on your coffee table. Department of Education, he read.

“I know you are.” He whispered,” And I know this is a debt that you made but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of it.”

You traced your fingers on the nape of his neck, smiling with a slight nerve to it.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He wrapped you back up in a kiss, letting his warm palms squeeze your bum.

“And this isn’t some kind of weird exchange- I’m going pay it anyway but,” Bucky swallowed in another kiss you gave him,” Marry me. Will you marry me?”

You almost let your head shake but Bucky stopped you with ten words.

“I have the ring in my pants’ pocket right now.”

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒏

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, Minors dni, there are so many things that they are listed in the fics, I'm not sure what else really, I guess angst and violence but more specific things in the fic

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — well, well, well, the last series I wanna start or have planned and as you can see it's human reader × incubus!everyone. You might already see some people in some of the titles for the fic! follow @sstanhoe-updates to stay updated!!! reblog and comment | depending on how good the series is coming on I will continue or stop

𝒊. 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝒊𝒗. 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑴𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑩𝒐𝒚

𝒗. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒌

𝒗𝒊. 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚?

𝒗𝒊𝒊. 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒍

𝒊𝒙. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑨 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒙𝒊. 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓

Hello love! Smut prompts #1 "Let me see those eyes." and #22 "Show me how much you need me." with your choice of Evans character 💕

Oh Sage my darling my love, thank you so much for the challenge! This took some convincing to come out but all I needed to do was look at my recent porn history apparently.

😏

Warnings: mutual masturbation, squirting, Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

You’re a sopping, shaking mess as you gently urge a third finger in your clenching pussy. Can’t help the damn needy mewl that drips from your lips like honey as your walls stretch.

“Let me see those eyes,” he purrs and though your head is a raging whirlpool of lust and exhaustion, you oblige him. His hand wrapped around his heavy cock, he’s a fucking beautiful sight. With his legs spread wide and tucked under his thick thighs, he smirks darkly, his eyes dragging over your heated body. “So fucking pretty, kitten.”

The way he speaks alone could make you explode right here and now but you can’t, he hasn’t given you permission. “Please, Andy,” you beg weakly, your hand faltering as you feel that familiar energy builds in your core, a wave of exhaustion coming over you.

“No, sweetheart, you know the rules. Show me how much you need me and I will give you what you need.”A desperate, guttural moan drips from your lips as you almost throw in the towel, the sound of his hand slick on his cock spurring you on. He just chuckles. “One more squirt is all I’m asking and I will fuck you like you need.”

Shifting your ass over the soaked sheets, you spread your legs wider, angling your fingers deeper. You’re so close but there’s a wall you can’t break through. 

“That’s it, baby,” Andy encourages you, dark eyes locked on yours. It has the exact effect he desires, your hand picking up speed, fucking yourself just a little harder like you need - like he knows you need. “You’re so close, being such a girl kitten for me.”

Fuck. You’re not sure if you say the word aloud or if you scream it in the depths of your core. It matters not, you’re so close now, that bubble of pleasure rising and close to popping. 

“Good girl, show me,” he commands, his hand stroking himself harder. “You’re going to make me come before I can have fun with you.”

It’s the final push you need, reaching your peak and finally letting go. A hearty, breathy squeal echoes through the room as you drench the sheets beneath you, your body shaking ass you collapse in exhaustion. 

Heated kisses climb up your frazzled skin, Andy pinning you to the bed beneath him. “Thank you, sweetheart, that was beautiful. Now, spread those legs for me and let me take care of you.”

everyday.

Yeah, I'm fine

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