So Freaking Cute.

So freaking cute. 

Fireman Bucky saves you from a fire in your office building. You’d been working late and hadn’t even realized there was a fire until Bucky came barreling in, telling you to evacuate. When you didn’t immediately move, Bucky grabbed you and practically carried you out of the building. Years later, Bucky loves telling the story of how you two met to your kids

“Okay, just two more pages and I am out of here,” you mumbled quietly as you typed furiously but you were distracted by an odd smell. Sniffling you tried to place the smell as it permeated through your small office. 

“Maybe someone’s burning the raisin toast again- OH MY GOD!” your muttered observation was cut off with a yell when your door was kicked in. A fireman stood there, eyes wide as he realised you were still there. 

“We’re evacuating,” he man said nodding his head towards the exit just beyond your door. 

“Okay, just give me a second to save this-” you leant forward clicking a few keys on your keyboard. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me, the building is on fire. Ma’am, you’ve got to get up,” he took a few steps towards you and when you didn’t budge instead sending him an arched brow of challenge he shrugged before hauling you fireman carry style over his shoulder. 

and that’s how you met the love of your life. 

Spinoff Sunday™️

Oh god oh no am I gonna die from second hand embarrassment???? Also “Loki please I am a lawyer” 😂😂😂

as you wish, ma’am (3)

 SOCIAL MEDIA AU || Bucky Barnes fucks up and sends you the wrong presentation file.

warnings: dumbassery, swearing

note: this is now an entry to my pumpkin’s #mypassionsarenysins1k  challenge [OPPOSITES ATTRACT AU]. my lovely @mypassionsarenysins​​ i am so proud of you i love you

as you wish, ma’am - masterlist ||  ko-fi

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So. Freaking. Beautiful.

40s!Bucky smoking in your Brooklyn apartment out an open window during the rain. 

The clutching the pearls sentence 😂 other than that it was freaking 🔥🔥🔥

friendly competition;

→ 51. “Next time you do that, make sure it’s on my dick.” 56. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.” 58. “I would obliterate your pussy, and you know it.”

→ pairing: bucky barnes x reader

→ word count: 878

→ genre: smut, college!au

→ my masterlist

James Barnes is an asshole. A condescending, irritating asshole who knows exactly how to get on your fucking nerves and—

“God — fucking — dammit—!”

— and is putting you through the mattress right at this moment.

Truth be told, you don’t even know how you got here. You remember getting shoved in a closet with him for 7 Minutes in Heaven, and you remember absolutely refusing to kiss him. 

“Why not?” He’d sneered, folding his arms. “You scared you’re gonna like it, sweetheart? Promise I’ll take care of ya real good–" 

"Oh, please,” you’d scoffed right back. “Let’s not pretend you know your way around a girl’s body, Barnes. I doubt you could even find my clit–" 

"I would obliterate your pussy, and you know it.” 

You were so fired up that you hadn’t even noticed how close you’d gotten; you could feel his breath on your lips, his chest against yours. So irritated by his cockiness, you hardly even registered what you said next until it was too late: “Fucking prove it.”

You’d both been walking on eggshells around each other. There’d always been tangible tension, ever since you had shut down one of his rants in class and essentially destroyed him – and from there it’d been a competition to one-up one another. You hated him, he hated you… but isn’t the line between hate and lust so very thin? 

“O-oh, fuck, James–" 

Yes, evidently. 

You’re lying on your stomach, hands pinned at the small of your back as he thrusts into you so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His sheets rub against your clit with every body-wracking slap of his hips against you, your throat hoarse from screaming and for a moment you really, really feel sorry for doubting him so much. 

(No, you don’t. His ego is massive, he can take it.) 

A hand crowds underneath you, before seizing your neck and pulling you up. The shortness of breath makes you pant, pulsing around him instinctively and you hear him laugh in your ear. 

Fucking asshole. 

And as if he hears you, his fingers find your mouth – and you gag, obviously, because his fingers are fucking thick and he’s shoving them down your throat, but goddamnit, you love it. 

"Oh, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, “Next time you do that, make sure it’s on my dick." 

"As fucking if—” you grunt, because he’s laying into you real deep now, slow, languid thrusts that have you refraining from shuddering all over– “there’s going to be a next time, you ass." 

"Oh?” And his hips still. Then, almost thoughtfully, they begin again. Slow and teasing and not nearly enough. “Really? You think you got enough of me in one night?" 

"Your dick game isn’t that impressive,” you say flatly. “Just make me cum and get this over with.”

You feel the heat of his breath as he dips his head again, placing kisses on your jaw so gently that for a moment you’re taken aback. “Don’t get antsy now, baby. I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I? Just…” His hips still again– “I think I’d like you to ask for it.”

“Ask?” You scoff, incredulous. “What, you get off on girls begging for permission–?" 

There’s a rough snap of his hips into you and you have to bite hard down on your lip to stop yourself from keening. The taste of iron is bittersweet on your tongue. 

"Not any girls,” he mutters, so quiet that you almost don’t hear. “Maybe just you.”

You’re going to pretend that your heart doesn’t flip when he says that, and focus on what the fuck is going on. 

Did James Barnes just… confess to you? 

If you weren’t lying on your stomach and taking all 8 inches of him you’d be clutching your pearls. But you find the idea isn’t quite as horrifying as you’d imagined. 

“… Maybe we can fit more than one night in tonight, but that’s all I can do,” you say after a moment. You can feel him freeze up behind you. “I’ve got exams soon, I don’t have time to be gallivanting around with strange men–”

“Strange men?!” His laugh is really nice. Sweet and dorky – the opposite of what you’d expect from a man like him – and you only manage a huff of laughter yourself before you’re caught off guard by his steadily increasing grinds. “And after these exams? Got any time for a strange man like me?" 

”…maybe.“ 

He hums, and you swear to God if he stops again you’ll take back everything. "But for now… What’s the goal, baby? Three? Four?”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll get me to cum more than once,” you mumble, but you’re beginning to lose your breath as he picks up the pace once again. “I’ll warn you, though – I get loud after 2.”

You don’t have to look back to know he’s sporting a Cheshire Cat grin. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

tags:

Marvel (permanent): @dukehoods / @marvelsangel / @mysteryoflovve / @taeeemin / @iloveyou3000morgan / @mochibarnes / @https-bucky / @palaiasaurus64 / @m00nlightdelights

Bucky Barnes: @buckybarneshairpullingkink 

I mean, this is sexy too, but I am LAUGHING. Honestly, your love for giving Stevie a hard time is giving me life. 8 shades of red, “thank god” 😂😂😂 also Nat being the best bro *chef’s kiss*

Oooh can you do another sex tape fic for freaky Friday??? I’m so obsessed with those rn

Thor leans against the wall of the Quinjet.  Stormbreaker at his feet and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He’s smiling indulgently - eyes half-dazed as he stares down at his iphone. It’s tiny in his hand.

“Thor!” Sam calls to him. “Whose phone is that?”

Thor’s eyes don’t leave his screen. “Mine,” he replies - distracted.

“Since when?”

“Since my love gave it to me.”

Tony sidles up to him to glance over his shoulder. “What are you watch- oh wow - that’s one way to pass the time”

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Excuse you, who said it’s okay to make me cry like that?! That was so sad and beautiful, my heart 💕💕💕

Sam and Bucky ganging up on Steve. Being blessed with grey sweatpants. The does daddy miss us. The battle scene. The goodbye. Imma need a minute.

light up my moon

pairing: steve rogers x stark!reader

word count: 7,014

summary: Not everyone gets a second chance, but you’re one of the lucky ones.

prompt: stark!reader

warnings: swearing, violence, tony stark’s death

a/n: This is a part two of yellow lights, which I wrote for @youngmoneymilla‘s writing challenge a while back, and I finally fucking wrote the sequel like I promised.  You don’t necessarily need to read yellow lights to read this one, but it does help.  This was written for @afterglowparker‘s 1K Celebration!  I’m so sorry it took me so long!  Thank you for your patience!  Let me know what you think!

“Are you gonna talk to her?”

Steve jumped almost a foot in the air, whirling around to see Bucky standing behind him.  “Warn a guy, will you?” He huffed, glancing down at the bit of champagne that he’d spilled.  It had splattered down his hand and on his suit.

His seven thousand dollar Armani suit that Tony had gotten him for his birthday.  God, Tony was gonna kill him when–

No.  Tony wouldn’t kill him.  Because Tony wasn’t here anymore.

Whatever.  He couldn’t get drunk off the champagne, so what did it matter if he wore it on his suit instead?

Thor wasn’t even here with the good stuff that actually could get him drunk.

Fucking ridiculous.

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