When You Mentioned Lana Del Rey AND Hozier, It Makes My Heart

when you mentioned lana del rey AND hozier, it makes my heart <333 i was like ‘FUCK YEAH HE HAS THE SAME MUSIC TASTE AS MINE’ as if i have any chance w him at all

do you think bucky would love lana del rey’s songs?? if you think he does, what’s his favorite songs would be? and if he doesn’t, who do you think his favorite singer would be from modern time?

whoa, good question.

i feel like he'd like lana del rey songs, and i think his favorite album of hers would be ultraviolence.

as for the other artists, i'm gonna go full self-indulgent here and say he'd like tamino and adele, maybe... hozier? he'd like him, too. dunno if we can count them as modern time but radiohead and lara fabian... coldplay? i feel like he'd listen to not too complicated and slow, easy rhythm-ed songs where he can close his eyes and feel like he's being hugged instead of being attacked. maybe songs that he can hear his soul echoing in the words

How are our chubby and baker men doing today? Did Bucky name any deserts after us today?

Chubby Baker Bucky is celebrating today!

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

Word count: Less than 1k.

Warnings: Oral, implied overstimulation, praise kink

A/n: Written on my phone. Unbetad.

“Happy Peach Day,” Bucky says with a cheeky grin.

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you gaze down past the soft planes of your belly at your boyfriend. “Pretty sure it’s International Women’s Day,” you correct, laughter apparent in your tone.

Bucky tilts his head, brows pulled together in faux confusion. His eyes darting from your face to your pussy. That’s he’s currently decorating with some special peach frosting he bought yesterday.

Seeing his name written neatly across you brings a smile to your face, it’s the fourth word he’s eaten off you today. To celebrate your day, he said while the last orgasm still pulsating across your pliant, sated body.

“There are other women? Besides my peach and pretty girl?” He says slowly and incredulously, as if you declared that the sky was falling, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. “Since when?”

Tossing the cannister on the floor, it rolls away with a sharp clatter. He shakes his head, spreading your folds with his long fingers. “Are you sure?”

This man, you think, your chest shaking with laughter. Only your chubby baker would get offended by something like that. You really should know better by now. You settle back on the bed, preparing yourself for what's about to happen.

And he doesn't let you down.

“Bucky,” you start, biting back a gasp when he flicks the tip of wet, pink tongue over your clit.

Bucky slides a hand under your ass, easily lifting you closer to his face, setting one leg over his shoulder.

“Can you believe her? Trying to say its not your day. ” He whispers to your pulsating pussy, swiping his thumb through your glistening arousal. “Peach, I'm sorry but that can’t be right. No. We only celebrate you in this house.” He pops his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling back, lips parting, an unabashed fuck you taste good unfurling on his tongue.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, murmuring, “I think your pretty pussy agrees with me and you know I have to do what she wants.”

It’s salacious and painfully erotic, the way he’s staring at you, the need to have you on written across his expressive face. He craves you more than anything in this world. Heat blooms in your pussy, unleashing another wave of his slick.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, swallowing thickly. His keen eyes watch your pussy drip for him. “That’s it peach, give it to me, I want every drop, you’re so pretty, I can’t stand it.”

You can’t think when he praises you, not when his pupils dilate until only a thin rim of his gorgeous blues remains in his lust-filled eyes, not when he buries his face between your thighs like he can’t resist being away from you for another second.

A moan, breathy and needy and broken, resounds in your throat. “God yes,” you grunt, grabbing his hair in your fist. “Right there Bucky.”

He places a wet, deep open-mouthed kiss on your clit, pleasure spikes through your body, the fiery sultry sensations sweep up your spine, making your back arch off the bed. “S’good, oh that’s s’good,” you chant, spurring him on.

His tongue circles your throbbing bud, his moans and sighs vibrating through you with every pull and drag on his mouth, his fingers flex and dig into your ass, keeping you flush against him while he inhales you.

Harsh gasps spill from your lips, you yank his head, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or bring him closer. The onslaught of sensations causes your thighs to lock around his head.

Your orgasm takes you off guard, you don’t have time to cry out his name, your mouth falling open on a wordless keen, body convulsing in his grip. Sensation after sensation snaps through you until you’re gushing on his bearded face.

Bucky gently places you back on the bed, his hands slide around your inner thighs, spreading them. “Like I said,” he starts, nipping your skin.

Your head lolls to the side, feeling too dazed to lift it off the bed. A whimper crawls up your throat when you see his drenched beard, his tongue sweeping across his pink lips.

“Happy Peach day." Bucky meets your glossy eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “And I plan on celebrating for the rest of the day.”

You giggle breathlessly, knowing that means more orgasms followed by massages, bathes and him making you dinner.

“And since it’s your day, you tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body and I’ll do it.” His hungry, lust-filled gaze drifts back to your pussy.

“Or you can just lay there and let me worship you.”

A Touch Too Far

Summary: Alpha Steve has had enough of his two omegas playing games with him. Now he’s going to show them who’s really in charge. AKA you learn why its a bad idea to listen to omega Bucky. 

Pairing: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics, mean/dom Steve, smut, 18+, edging, overstimulation, bratty omega Bucky. Subby 6'5" Bucky. Steve’s taller 👀.

a/n: Sinday drabble #2

Steve is always eager to come home after a long day of work. While you each have jobs, you’re an upcoming writer and Bucky teaches self-defense to omegas and betas, Steve is the main provider for the household but it’s the two of you that make it a home.

You turned his brownstone into the epitome of warmth and comfort, your nests in the living room and bedroom, something always cooking in the kitchen, music playing throughout the first floor, it’s always a little messy and chaotic and he loves every aspect of it. 

Providing for you two makes the long, tedious hours worth it. it’s not usual for either you or Bucky waiting for him while the other one gets dinner ready. Although last week he had to ban Bucky from answering the door since he doesn’t like to wear clothes inside the house and Steve was tired of him flashing the neighbors. He’s still dealing with the fallout from that, it’s amazing how pouty a 6’5” omega can be.

Steve knew it was getting closer to your upcoming heats but he had one final merger that required his presence and so he reluctantly left the two of you alone in your nest. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy on you but he promised he would hurry home. And he pointed out when you both begged him to stay that unlike other omegas at least you had each other. He knows you can use each other to take the edge off until he’s finished work. So neither of you are suffering without him.

But you brats made him suffer all fucking day.

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this could be my motivation to drink my water

This is adorable and screams Baker!Bucky vibes 😍

Bucky has several creative ways to get you to drink water.

Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: Oral, praise kink, slight d/s vibes. No minors.

A/N: Written on my phone.

“You’re gonna drink the water, Peach,” he states, alluring blue eyes daring you to disagree. “Or else,” he firmly tacks on after you don’t grab the glass of water he’s holding in front of you.

You glance at the frosted glass with pure disdain before you tilt your head back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Or else what Barnes?” You ask, raising your brows.

Bucky doesn’t answer, maintaining his stoic expression. You think it’s because he’s waiting for you to break, but he really wasn’t prepared for you to call his bluff and now he’s scrambling to figure out what the “ or else” in his warning is.

You both know you really need to drink the water. And as much as you hate to admit it, the delicious iced coffee he has hidden away doesn’t count. Even though the first ingredient is water and it has ice which is-you cut yourself off because Bucky still doesn’t believe that particular fact no matter how many times you bring it up. So here you are. In a stalemate. Your treasured, cherished, beautiful coffee is being held captive and the ransom that he wants you to pay for its safe return is unimaginable.

Bucky laughs when you tell him that. A deep laugh spilling from his pink lips making his belly shake and causing the water to slosh over the sides of the glass and splatter over his hand and arm. “No, it’s not.”

You scrunch your nose, sighing. “It kinda is.”

He shifts the cup to his other hand and wipes the spilled water off on his shirt. Bucky sits beside you, the bed dips under his weight and you slide to him, your bare thigh pressing into his warm skin. “No, it’s not. But if you don’t drink this, I’m not going to eat you later.” He says, bending down for a kiss.

Your eyes go comically wide and you splutter out a shocked what as his lips move over yours. The kiss is all Bucky. Sweet and passionate and heart-stopping. The taste of smooth caramel and something that’s uniquely him melts on your tongue and you moan. This is better than your morning coffee and ten times as addicting. Oh, you want more and you’ll know he’ll give it to you. Leaning into him, he brings his hand behind your neck, keeping you still so he can deepen the kiss until you’re lightheaded.

Bucky breaks away after a few long moments. “If you finish this cup,-“ he murmurs, his mouth hovering over yours so you can feel his words. “- I’ll make your favorite coffee from scratch, the one you love so much and I’ll do the thing with my tongue while you drink it.”

Oh.

Bucky gazes into your eyes and a smirk pulls at his swollen lips when it becomes apparent that you’re remembering the thing.

He should have started with that.

In fact, he should start everything with that because you’ll do anything he wants in return.

Bucky chuckles when you snatch the cup out of his hand. You chug it down, the cold liquid soothes your parched throat while he rubs your back. “Good girl.”

Setting the glass down on the nightstand, you wipe your mouth off with your forearm. “Done. Now I want what you promised.” You state poking him in his soft belly. “And I want it now.”

“You didn’t even say good morning to me yet,” he laughs.

Bucky watches you scramble out of the bed, nearly tripping over the sheets tangled around your foot. “Cmon Bucky. Let’s go” You yell over your shoulder, sprinting to the kitchen.

Bucky stands up, stretching his arms over his head. He picks up the glass and follows you, his smile widening. “That’s my Peach.”

Bucky hums in agreement-muttering you have no idea Peach as he lays another deep kiss on your pussy before pulling your aching clit into his mouth. He’s going to make sure you have a good morning, a great afternoon, and an even better night. After you have some more water. Of course, he’s willing to do whatever you need to make sure you drink every last drop—over and over again.

Moments later, he’s kneeling between your thighs, his tongue swirling around your clit while you sip on your homemade coffee. “Good morning Bucky,” you moan shamelessly, grinding on his face. “Ohfuckfuck- oh it’s so good.”

You look like a queen with your legs draped over the side of the dining room chair, coffee isln your hand. This is how he always wants you; what you deserve.

Reader teaching vi how to properly bandage her hands a Vander catches the two of you?

Had that thought while wrapping my own hands and needed to send this in before I forget

you wrap your own hands? that's hot. but teach me so we can be fight club buddies together

mend the broken

vi x reader, vander x reader

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you'll be blocked, genderneutral reader, fluff, bits of angst, fluff, mentions of mylo, claggor, and powder, before silco's return, allusions to bullheaded brawler, plantonic kinda fic

You get the bar in the mornings and Vander gets the bar for the night shift. Despite all of his protests, you’ll help sling a few pints here and there during that time. When you’re closing up for him after a long night shift, you do catch the half-hearted scolding that Vander gives the troops after they snuck back in half an hour ago. Even when his eyes are heavy in his head, you really admire how he’s never raised his voice at those little crumbsnatchers you’d brought together with him.

It took awhile for Vi and Powder to accept the little family they were brought into with Claggor and Mylo who’d been brought in almost a week before, but you nor Vander were going to give up on this. The boys caved easily after a few meals and when Powder wasn’t with Vi, she was showing you her latest inventions.

All of them were a little tough to crack. Vander doesn’t say it outright, but the fissures and blatant apathy from the topside make it hard for any trust to get passed around. You both have had your experience with it. Mylo was skeptical of the two of you, even being the first under your wing, Claggor was uneasy, but came much faster than the first boy. Powder had almost caved immediately when she saw the impressive joint workshop that you started many years back and Claggor’s addition that was becoming much more advanced with every passing weekend. Violet, even seeing how much Mylo loved to get ahead of Vander when it was mealtime, was a little standoffish. She relented after a year, but you could see was still struggling.

You watched as she laid on the floor, trying to reach under the bar for the first aid kit, but you knocked on the counter, garnering her attention when you waved the makeshift kit you’d put together a while back after meeting Vander.

She sat in a booth, away from you, hissing and occasionally writhing from where she was tending to what you guessed was a scraped knee.

“You should rinse those scars out first.” You say as you take inventory behind the bar. “Why didn’t you let Mylo take care of those?”

“Because I’m fine.” She hissed at you.

You noticed how Vi had kept to Powder and Vander, hanging out with Claggor and, much to your surprise, scheming with Mylo. But she was always careful around you. Never sitting too close or going on about the schemes she’d pull with their newly formed posse though you never minded. She’d open up when she was ready.

You smiled even now at the bristle she offered. “You know Vander was the opposite of you when we were younger.” She didn’t say anything, but reminiscing about those times was always fun. “Especially when he’d scrape his knee running after me. I mean, he could really book.”

“He can’t do that now.” Vi muttered, but you’d heard it.

You were laughing, it was boisterous and you nearly dropped the glass in your hand; She flinched from how loud you were cackling at her remark, but you couldn’t gauge the look on her face.

“I mean, he did used to do a lot of the running when he started swinging his fists around for a couple bucks.”

Her mouth dropped open and wonder flashed in her grey eyes, but she reined in her awed expression quicker than it’d crossed her face. “Let me clean that up for you and I’ll tell you about how that big bear practically invented hopping rooftops running from enforcers.”

Violet’s eyes fell from yours as she thought it over for no longer than a minute before closing up the first aid kit with a nod and disappearing to go find a little clean water. When she returned, you were sitting on the other side of the bar and playing with bandages while she stood in the doorway of the bar.

“Hey, you ready?”

Vi looked taken back by your smile before coming to sit beside you. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the condition of her hands. You silently extended your hand and she placed it in yours before you examined the faint marks that the bandages left.

“Does everybody wrap their hands like this?” You smile and look up at her. “You did pretty good your first time around.”

You noticed her curious eyes as you picked up some antiseptic and laughed.

“I’m guessing you want to learn what Vander did to make enforcers chase him, not how to tend a wound.”

“Was he cool?” She asked.

You shrugged. “He had almost all of the lanes wrapped around his finger, so I guess you could say that. I thought he was a know-it-all.”

That earned the teeniest of smiles out of Violet who seemed to want to know more about Vander’s younger years.

“He used to fight a lot and he lost like one out of yen each time and would come whining to me about it, but he’d never treat his own wounds after we met.”

“Vander?” Vi asked.

“Yeah.” You smirked. “He even went to brawl under the bridge near Piltover. He always lost over there, but he liked the crowd I think.”

“Did you ever go watch him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Vi’s quizzical brow raise looked too much like Vander’s, but you opted for leaving that little memento for you to think about later.

“To be perfectly honest, I thought the fights were really barbaric. Back then they’d have some shifty looking fighting rings and sometimes fixed fights would get out of hand, so I avoided going. But then the bighead in there started brawling too much and I had to make him take it easy. So we made a deal and I started going.”

Vi shifted in her chair, leaning on the bar counter while you rubbed some antiseptic on her knuckles. “Did you like going to watch him after?”

“Eh,” you thought for a moment and then gave a nod. “You know what? Yeah. I think I enjoyed myself the more and more I saw him. He was really good and he became such a show off the more he fought so it was fun to watch him goof off.”

You let go of Vi’s hand, standing up and motioning for her to help you out.

“He’d do this thing where-”

Vi watched in awe, splurging about fighting moves and asking what he liked to use most while you showed her a few of Vander’s showboating moves that had Vi comparing his moves to fights she’d seen recently.

Seeing her so open, even more than you’d seen her with Mylo or Vander, made your chest warm from seeing this side of her.

“But my favorite move of his was the one where he’d grab the wrist and yank so the knee connects with the stomach. It’s a devastating move, but it closed out his round easily and broke records so it’s my favorite.” You say, sitting down as Vi showed you a couple of her own moves. “He’d help you if you asked him.”

She scoffed and you watched her close up again. Sitting beside you and staring at the empty pool table. “I don’t want to hear another lecture about how fighting is wrong.”

“Oh please, I know that brawler in him is itching to pass on the legacy. He doesn’t want you getting hurt like this is all.” You twirl a bandage around your finger. “I’ll show you how to wrap them and I’ll help you practice a little.”

Her head whipped to you. “But won’t we get in trouble?”

You smirk and tap her jaw with your face. “He’s not going to stop you from doing what you love, Vi.”

You wrap one of her hands, explaining every step and how it should feel on your hand for every wrap she makes and watch as she reiterates some of it back with a little correction from you.

“We going to war now?” You hear Vander quip from the doorway and Vi doesn’t turn to look at him as she looks at her hands.

You turn your attention to him and he’s intrigued by the scene laid out before him. “I was telling Vi that you were lousy at taking care of your own bruises.”

He scoffs, displeased with you bringing up that forgotten skill set of his, “That’s what you were for.”

You flick his jaw and he’s motioning to Vi’s left hand, “Looks like you’ve gotten rusty, too.”

Vi flashed him a proud smile, it’s rare, but you can tell that she’s just knocked Vander flat with that smile of hers. “I wrapped that hand.”

“And she’s better at it than you were.” You tease and Vander rolls his eyes. “But from what I can tell, her guard is like yours when you first started.”

“My guard was great,” he gaped at you. You snickered and shook your head.

“Neither of you know how to guard your faces and you were practically a punching bag.” You start packing away the first aid kit and a sly smile comes on your face. “But I told Vi about those opening moves of yours.”

He smiles and you see the tips of his ears turn a bit red. “They were so dated.”

“But that’s what made them cool.” Vi piped up.

You both looked at Vi who was starry eyed and swinging her fists in the moves that only Vander could’ve mastered.

He looked completely moved. The hand over his mouth that was there to make him look like he was thinking was in actuality to keep him from looking like an emotional, speechless mess. But you saw right through it.

“You know,” You slid him the first aid kit. “Vi’s not interested in beating people’s brains out.”

Vander watched you and Vi set her hands on the counter, effectively getting his attention back on her, “Can you teach me some of those moves?”

Vander raised his brow and crossed his arms, “Who taught you to be so straightforward?”

“That’s how you are.” You call from where you’re wiping down the booth that Vi was at.

You watch Vander sigh and shrug, “If you keep wrapping your hands then-”

“Yes!” Vi was pumping her fists in the air before he could even finish his sentence.

You give her a smile and toss the rag you have at Vander, covering his face and making you laugh at the glare he’s sending you. “It’s about time.”

“We’re waiting till your hands heal up a bit.” He makes a gesture to his knuckles and she nods, “Go rest up. It’s late already.”

Before Vi gets far, she stops and hugs your waist. It’s brief and she sends you a tiny smile and a quiet thanks before she’s leaving you and Vander to tend the empty bar.

“Don’t think I didn’t get that.” He leans on the counter, “Teaching my moves to that nibbler.”

You shrug and wrap your arms around him, “She reminds me of you.”

He sighs and picks you up so you’re level with him, but more importantly, so he can bury his face in your neck. “That was a low blow.”

You ran your hand through his damp hair, “It got me what I wanted.”

He raises a brow and it’s now that you can appreciate just how much he’s rubbed off on every one of those kids. Vi being the most like him is incredible and the way all of them follow him around like little ducklings is almost too much for you to handle sometimes.

“Hey,” Powder pokes her head in the room. “Mylo told me to tell you it’s leaky in our room so we can sleep in your bed tonight.”

“Powder!” You hear the boy snip before yanking her out of the doorway.

Vander is laughing and you’re smiling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he plants a few kisses on your cheek. “When are they going to stop sleeping with us?”

You plant a tender kiss on his lips. It’s for the smiles you share with each other, the little schemes you pull with the newly formed family you have in favor of annoying Vander a little (he loves the distraction with all his heart), and the moments you all have in this little corner of the fissures.

“When you learn how to take care of your own cuts.”

He groans and you’re laughing, pressing a kiss and going to go join the waiting dogpile in your shared bedroom.

“I get the left side, Claggor!” He calls up the stairs as he shuts the bar lights out and moonlight filters through the windows.

Dogpiled in bed with your family in the late autumn months in the fissures with Vander and Claggor bickering over who gets the leftside, Mylo and Powder who snip at each other for kicking each other in their sleep, and Vi who is quiet as a mouse from where she’s comfortably nestled into your back. Nothing comes close to being as great as this home you’d helped to build.

Here's to another sexy villain that will make me question my morals