The Title Is Very Appropriate. You Want To Scream What The Hell Bucky Many Times. Also Other Peoples

The title is very appropriate. You want to scream what the hell Bucky many times. Also other people’s names. Very thrilling story and beautifully made!!!!

What the hell, Bucky? - Masterlist

[SOCIAL MEDIA AU] You and Bucky grew up together as he lived right across the street. He’s the world’s biggest asshole, but also your most trusted confidant. No, you don’t have a crush on him. Because Bucky is Steve’s friend and Steve likes you.

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Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty 

Chapter Twenty - One

Chapter Twenty - Two

Chapter Twenty - Three

Chapter Twenty - Four

Chapter Twenty - Five

Chapter Twenty - Six

Chapter Twenty - Seven [END]

Yet again the lovely @trashyrue have blessed me with a fuckin moodboard and i am shookt i love it so much babe thank you ily u are godsend

I loved this take on the whole I-want-you-but-I-shouldn’t dilemma, Bucky being kind of a dick but also cute as fuck, who could resist?

best friend’s fuck buddy

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,255

summary: Bucky is really bad at dealing with feelings.  Like, ‘I’m gonna fuck my teammate who happens to be your best friend to try to ignore my feelings for you’ kinda bad.

chapter warnings: Some h*ckin’ words.  Mentions of sex.

a/n: So like.  Saw a post today that said “yeah sex is great but have you ever been in love” and this just kinda blurted it out.  Just something quick and fun.  Let me know what you think!

“We can’t keep doing this.”  James sat on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as he stared down at the floor.  The room still smelled of sweat and sex and Natasha’s perfume and he just… couldn’t do it anymore.  He’d dragged his briefs back on the second they were finished as guilt overtook him.

And it was ridiculous.  Because he was single as shit and therefore, he had every right to sleep with a hot woman, even if he wasn’t necessarily attracted to her.  Sure, he could appreciate Nat’s whole… aesthetic, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

She wasn’t who he craved.  She wasn’t who he had been imagining under him just minutes before.

And her name definitely hadn’t been the one that had fallen from his mouth just seconds before.

“We’re really going to do this right now?” Natasha asked as she slipped out of the bed.  She pulled on a large t-shirt—Bucky was sure it was Steve’s at one point, but the girls on their little team had a habit of stealing everyone’s shirts to sleep in—and a pair of shorts.  She raised her eyebrows at him, and after realizing he was serious, said, “I guess it’s only fitting, since you moaned the wrong name while being balls deep inside of me.”  At his flustered look, she smirked.  “At least give me a minute to clean up.”

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This was so freaking sexy, the way you describe the tension between them, just *chef’s kiss*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Nat drags you a bar the night before you start your last year of college Warnings:  Smut. Please only read if you’re 18+ I can get in trouble if you do.  A/N: Okay. So, this has a twist some people may not approve of. I’ve decided not to give it away. There’s no triggers or anything of that nature. If you’d like to know beforehand, reading the prompt I used will give it away. If you happen to not agree with what I’ve written, that’s okay, just please don’t send any hate. Let me know what you think! Word count : 3,497

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The bass thrums through your veins, your heart thumping with the beat. Bright lasers bath you in a kaleidoscope of colour as you push your way to the bar. Sweaty bodies make the task difficult and you briefly feel like you’re in a mosh pit.

It had been your friend Nat’s idea. One last night out before you both started your last year of college tomorrow. The redhead was currently off somewhere dancing with a guy and you sigh a little. You tell yourself one last drink before you head back home to your shared apartment.

Finally making it to the bar you put your hand up to signal the bartender only for him to turn the other way when he was called elsewhere.  Grinding your teeth, a little in frustration you call out a couple more times only for your voice to be lost amongst the others.

“What’s your poison?” the deep voice startles you. He’s next in line standing behind you. Brown hair pulled back into a bun, blue eyes which sparkled even in the dark light and a jawline that looked like it was carved out of marble. His white button up is tight, and you spot a gap in the buttons where it doesn’t fit across his broad chest.

Recovering you send him a bit of a confused smile at his question. “Whiskey and coke,” you answer. He smiles brightly nodding at your response in approval.

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Putting cocky Steve in this place, birthday or not, seems like the best past time.

anything special for Steve Rogers since it’s Chris’s bday??

You watch as Steve shovels forkful after forkful of apple pie into his mouth.

It’s still piping hot – fresh from the oven. You only had enough time to drop a ball of creamy vanilla ice cream (Blue Bell shipped into New York) on its flaky crust before Steve had snatched it off the counter.

It barely stood a chance

“You’re not even going to share?”

The smell of it is wonderful: cinnamon and butter and spice soaked apples. You did good.

Steve closes his eyes in bliss, the mop of blonde hair glinting in the kitchen light. He chews slowly – obviously savoring each bite.

He looks at you and he smiles.

“No,” he state simply, shoveling more pie up with his fork. “I thought this was my birthday dessert.”

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Phew this has me intrigued. 

Oooh man this is so good!! - Gen

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Bucky played with the glass in his hand, watched the patterns appearing on the table as the light shone through the amber liquid.

It lacked something..

He knew what, but god, how could he?

He’d tried other ‘donors’. None tasted of what he desired.

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Nothing like crying over Chris on a Wednesday morning. This was so freaking sweet (pun intended) 💕

Day 13

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Fem!Reader Summary: You set up trick or treating for the year  Word count: 711 Prompt: Trick or treating  A/N: Don’t come for me about candy choices, it’s fiction I promise haha Previous day - Next day - Sebtober Masterlist

“What the hell is this?”

Chris turned away from the store shelf popcorn packet in hand.

“What?” he asked brows knitted in confusion.

You held the offending box up in front of you, disgust making your nose wrinkle.

Chris shrugged clearly not catching on, eyes moving from the box to your eyes.

“They’re called Whoppers…?” he trailed off already turning back to pick out the perfect buttery popcorn.

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