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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.

Vander Headcanons (including N*S*F*W)

-Hello; I'm thirsty af for this absolute unit of a DILF and if you're reading this I'm assuming you are too. Here I'll be jotting down some of my headcanons for him, and yes they will be getting VERY spicy. Enjoy!

GENERAL-

He has a protective, loyal personality which can lead to him being overprotective but he always Tries His Best

Was much more reckless and hot-tempered in his youth but calmed with age and wisdom

Started smoking as a teen/young adult and has tried to quit a couple times without success

Was arrested multiple times but managed to talk/bargain his way out of real trouble (mostly)

Has always had a naturally large physique but did (and still does sometimes) a lot of workouts and a LOT of training to get where he is

PERSONAL-

Shaving? Never heard of him (trims the beard that's about it)

Has multiple scars and has broken a few bones as a result of his many fights

Most non-picky eater you've ever seen

Can also hold his liquor like a champ which comes in handy whenever some wiseass decides to challenge him

Cuddlebug (please hug this man)

Loves to just spoon and hold you tightly

The kids make little things for him or try to fix things and even if they mess it up he appreciates them trying

Seriously they made him a father's day gift and after they left he teared up

Tired

Seriously this man just needs a vacation

SPICY- 👀

His sex drive varies depending on how stressed he is...but if you're down he's occasionally more than happy to take it out on you 👀

Cannot keep his hands off you when you're alone and he's in A Mood

Those hands are magic 🥴❤

Absolutely a dom, but how much depends on your moods; softer for when it's a more romantic moment, or can completely wreck you and make you a begging, sweating mess

Unless stated otherwise he'll always start off gentler

Knows he's Big and loves how you love it

WILL fold your legs by your head and plow you into the mattress

Will also grab the headboard/counter/door whatever for better leverage when pounding you senseless

Will hold and rail you against the wall if given the chance

Enjoys it also when you ride him, but don't expect him to be passive oh no; his hands will be all over you and he will still be using them hips 👀

Noisy 🥴 lots of low grunts and moans

LOVES to praise you and engage in a little dirty talk and loves it when you do the same

Likes to look into your eyes when fucking

Positions where he can get reeaaalll deep are his favorite

A romantic but also a beast

Get you a Vander he can do both

Can you please a do yandere arcane man x reader smutt?? thank you :>>

I don't write many yandere characters so I don't know how well this is gonna go but I'm gonna try my best.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Reader

Tags: established relationship, possessive behavior, jealousy, control issues, yandere behavior, rough sex, making out, marking, bites, scratches, collars, leashes, dirty talk

A/N: I have very few frames of reference for this. It's Yuno Gasai, a few characters from Diabolik Lovers, and that one blonde dude from the Amnesia vn.

Viktor already had a number of insecurities before you started dating. They were further ramped up when he notices others talking and flirting with you even when he is close by. When ever that happens you can feel his eyes on you, burning into you.

Even so he's gentle with you, well other than the bite marks he loves to leave all over you. He especially likes to leave them on the inside of your thighs when he eats you out. Also gets very clingy. You need to go eat, he's with you, going to the bathroom, he's there with you, anywhere at the academy, he's by your side.

"I saw you talking to other men tonight. Very bold of you my love. You know just how to rile me up. Was that your plan? Or do you just enjoy the attention? You know they can't have you right? You're mine and mine alone. I'm the only one who can leave marks like these one you. You know that right? I know you do, I know you do. But I just want to make sure, you can't blame me for that can you?"

Himbo on the outside, very possessive on the inside. He always keeps you close when you attend big events, his hand around your waist or on the small of your back, glaring at anyone who he thinks might try to take you away from him. He's normally very gentle but gets really rough when he gets jealous.

He leaves a lot of bruises, hand and finger marks on you from the amount of strength that he uses on nights like that. He loves to hold your hips still and just pound away at you, until you're a whimpering mess, screaming his name and his name only.

"That was very rude of you babe. I took you as my plus one to the gala, I turn around to talk to Viktor and you already have other men chatting you up? Do you think they can fuck you better than I can? Hm? No, you're real tight right now, so you must know my cock is the only one that can satisfy you. But tonight, I think I might need to punish you instead. Fuck you until you can't move."

Silco has eyes and ears all over Zaun. So when he feels like something is out of sorts with his relationship with you he will summon you into his office for punishment. He doesn't get jealous per se because he knows you want him and only him, but he does get possessive. He never hurts physically but he does raise his voice and when he notices that you're scared he will come in and hug you, comfort you.

He likes to have you on your knees for him, sucking him before he fucks you until you scream at the top of your lungs, especially when you're pressed up against the glass.

"You know why you're here don't you? Of course you do my pet. Now get over here, on your knees. Good girl, that's right. You're a very good girl, and good girls don't talk to my competition. Especially those who eye you like you were Shimmer. But don't worry I'm gonna make sure they all see who you belong to. Do you like that, being fucked against the glass, knowing that anyone who looks up can see you being fucked by me, taking my cock? You do, I know it, your body tells me as much."

There are all kinds of people that come to his bar so he's very careful with you. He likes seeing you laugh, see you have fun, but not to take any unnecessary risks by talking to shady people. That's a big no. He loves you and just wants you safe. If that means that he needs to make you learn your lesson by being a little rough, well it's a necessary risk.

He practically tears away your clothes when you get time alone, not even bothering to take off his, he just needs his hands and his cock to make you cry, moan and come. Especially when he grabs you by the hips and lowers you down on his cock, fast, rough, not a hint of his gentle nature anywhere in his movements, in his eyes, in the way he growls and snarls your name against your skin.

"Darlin you know I don't like to get rough with ya. But sometimes, sometimes I have to. For you. I want to keep you save, and you need to learn not to go and talk to people that can break you in half. Unless its me. But I'll never break you, no darlin, no. I'll protect you, you'll see, just stick with me aight? Let me give you everything, everything you need. Damn, you're tight. Did you want me to get rough? Do you get off on knowing I can break you if I wanted, but you're not scared are you, no, you love it, you love how my cock feels inside you. Fuck darlin you're squeezing me so hard."

Ekko is strangely possessive over you. Which is strange because the only people you hang out with is the other members of the Firelight gang.

He loves to leave hickies on your skin, where everyone can see them. He loves pinning your hands above your head, making you submit to him, if he can pull you hair he will do so, he will make you cry only to kiss the tears away later. He wants to live up to his title of the Boy Savior, he wants to be there for you, whenever you need him, always and for ever.

"I know, fuck, I know it doesn't make sense. I trust everyone here with my life, but not with you my love. I see how some of them look at you, even though they know you're with me, they think they have a chance. Well they don't and I'm gonna make them see that. Everyone will know. Come on, be as loud as ya want, scream for me, so everyone knows how good you have it, how much you love my dick."

He doesn't feel like he has much control over anything really, until you come along that is. His whole life he's had to play by someone else's rules, have someone over him. But now he gets so be in charge.

He likes knowing where you are at all times, if he doesn't well you might decide you want to leave him, maybe you decide that you're above him too, that you don't need him, don't want him. He wants you need him all the time, he craves it, craves knowing that you listen to him at all times. Knowing you listen only to him.

"I'm sorry that all you get right now is sucking my cock, I really have to get to work you know. But you'll stay right where you are won't you. And you'll wait for me. And when I come home I'm gonna make sure that you know never to step out of line, ever again, you understand me love? Oh I know, I know you just want to please me, and you will, you are, with that talented little mouth, fuck yes, I knew it, I knew you could behave, you just needed a little punishment first isn't that right?"

He puts a collar on you when he takes a real liking to you. Where ever you go everyone will know who fucks you every night. He presents it as a gift for you, saying it will make others stay away, to leave you alone, to not hurt you, but everyone knows the truth.

As much as he would love to fuck you in front of everyone, to let you know that you're his, he wants you only for him, to be the only one who sees you come. He will however put a leash on the collar so he can have complete control over you while he fucks you. He will keep you in bed until he feels that you know that he's the only one for you.

"Is that too tight? Can you breathe properly? Well maybe you can after you say you're sorry for leading all those men on. That's cruel you know. Especially because of this. They know what it means and yet you behave like you don't already belong to someone and lead them on. I'm the only one you flirt with, don't you know that? Let me remind you then."

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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just finished my mid-term exam and YOU make me cry reading this 😭😭

after all these years.

silence lingers, the kind that could only live between two people who have known each other so intimately.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: soft angst, exes to maybe-lovers. ambiguous ending

writer’s note: the lovely hera {@doll1917} was the first person to send me a prompt for bucky’s birthday, so thank you angel! <3 as always, i’m late but writer’s block has been winning most days. hopefully this isn’t too terrible x

For one fleeting moment, he thinks he’s fallen from the edge.

The sound of your soft, wistful voice is reminiscent of what he assumes to be the euphony of a self-imposed haven. It controls him — so much power you wield, yet remain unaware. How one word has him forgetting the bottle beside him, eyes transfixed on your presence as you move closer.

“You never did like parties.”

Smiling, gentle and kind, the heel of your shoes reverberates the metal; climbing the balcony before your legs hang over.

New York never stops — the infamous city that never sleeps. But Bucky’s tired; his gaze unwavering as he stares, too scared to blink in case you’d disappear like the shouting taxi drivers below.

“You’re here,” he breathes; letting go of the strain in his neck as his shoulders drop.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” It’s simple. Too casual, and yet, too acquainting.

Bucky’s fingers twitch, itching for the alcohol that’ll burn his throat — maybe it’ll convince him that you’re actually here.

A vulnerable emotion, all too familiar, flickers across your features; eyebrow tense as you pick at the fabric of your shirt. There’s a chill in the air as the season continues to transition, and he watches as goosebumps raise along your exposed skin.

“Here,” his voice is light; devoid of the harsh bite you’d become accustomed to. “Take this.”

Warmth envelops you, the wool of his jacket a comfort as it wraps around your body. The musk of his cologne placates you; bergamot and orange filling your lungs like an oxygen tank — clear and strong as it settles your frayed nerves.

“I have something for you,” you pause. “Well, found something, really.”

As your hands fiddle with a jean pocket, his eyes widen at the appearance of an emerald green box. There’s an overwhelming pounding in his ears; heartbeat racing as he’s confronted.

The implication is heavy in the way your eyes glaze over sadly, holding it toward him as you silently beg for him to take it from you.

He does.

“It didn’t feel right keeping it,” you swallow. “I hadn’t even realise you’d left it.”

Inside, is a silver band; a delicate floral filigree that leads to an understated sapphire — his Mother’s wedding ring.

Bucky knew he hadn’t taken it the night he ended your relationship; convincing himself it was an incentive for a life the two of you could have. If he could get better — be better — because if he did that, then he could return; get down on one knee with the promise of forever.

A pit lodges itself in his stomach, the guilt a calamity as he gazes at you; full of understanding, even as it tries to mask the hurt. “You could’ve,” he murmurs. “I’d have come back for it someday.”

“I know.” The smile you give is rueful; an infinite amount of hidden meanings behind it as you choose your next words carefully. “But I wouldn’t have been there when you did.”

Only, Bucky can’t accept them as they tumble from your mouth, like they upset him more than they ever could you. “What are you saying?”

“I’m moving,” you say; irises suddenly unable to meet his. “To London.”

He swears. “You’re leaving?” And though you nod, he still shakes his head. “Why?”

“Because there’s nothing left for me here.”

Another pause. He’s selfish; palms begging to pull you close, to not make the mistake of letting you go again. “But you love Brooklyn.”

The tilt of your mouth is pensive, a secret on the tip of your tongue waiting to be spilled. “Bucky,” you hesitate. “You were Brooklyn.”

Those three words shatter something inside of him, the last piece of his horribly bandaged heart as it fractures on the floor of his rib cage.

Regret isn’t unknown to him — it’s a sealing wax on his emotions, one that stays no matter how much he tries to burn it away. It seeps into every line and crevice, taking up residency even as he tries to evict it.

Steve had once told him that the things the Winter Soldier had done wasn’t him — wasn’t Bucky — and yet, he held onto the remorse for years to come.

Eventually, he would begin to agree, rationalise and understand. Which was why the guilt came tenfold when he looked at you. Because that had been his decision, one of clear mind as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek with a murmured goodbye.

“You’re overthinking.” Your hand is warm, affectionate as it touches his thigh and pulls him back from the abyss his mind provides. “Can practically hear those thoughts churning.”

“Do you think you’ll ever come back?” He asks, bright cerulean glimmering at you with tender yearning.

“I’m not sure. Maybe.” You’ve always been honest, almost to a fault. It was one of the reasons that attracted Bucky to you — your tenacity, your wit. The way you were unwilling to compromise when it came to your heart.

It reminded him of someone he once knew.

He knows it must be written across his face, the question — will you stay? If he asked, would you? But he knows the answer from the way you bite your lip, brows furrowed; a line appearing between them.

Before he can stop himself, his hand brushes along your cheekbone; tracing your nose as his thumb erases the worry. The slight movement of a shiver isn’t lost on him, and Bucky presses closer to you; knees bumping as the faintest scent of whiskey greets you.

“What if I came with you?”

It’s a scenario you’ve thought of a thousand times. A wonder you weren’t sure you were allowed to have. The past months have been blurry — days blending together, dates being non-existent.

Life without Bucky had been an unexpected adjustment. Your one constant had suddenly disappeared almost without notice, and you spent the last thought of each night, with the hope that the next morning he’d be at your door.

Except that day had never come. And you relented. Giving up that wayward dream until you’d woken up to a message from Sam — an invitation, your only attempt to offer your own goodbye.

But those cerulean blues have you damned. You’d already accept the lifetime rate — what’s an eternity?

“I couldn’t ask you to give this up, Buck.” You’re shaking your head, unable to meet his stare.

As long as you’d known him — too many years to be exact — the fight was always priority. The need to show himself worthy, to wipe the red in his ledger.

“So don’t,” he reasons; calloused hands resting against your jaw. “Let me prove myself, let me make up for all the time we’ve lost.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you hate the way his voice breaks; emotions unfiltered as his forehead rests against yours. It’s tender, familiar. Calms your rapid breathing as you ground yourself to the moment.

“I’m scared.” 

Fuck, he knows it. Feels it too. But you’d unknowingly opened the possibility of a second chance, and he wasn’t fucking that up.

“Me too,” he assures you, letting you know that he wasn’t pretending it’d be easy. “I thought when I left that I was doing right by you, god, you deserved better. Still do.”

You pull away from him, not looking away as you reach your hands to hold his; intertwining them as you speak, “No one can decide what’s meant for another person. If it did, then I’d have walked away earlier than you.” The disbelieving frown he gives makes you chuckle. “Buck, you’re one of the best people I know. You’re so good, so fucking good that it makes my heart ache that you don’t see it. Most of our relationship was spent with me anxious of the thought that I would never be enough for you.”

“You are,” he interjects; squeezing your fingers in kind. From the warmth that fills his cheeks, he knows he’s flushing pink; waiting as your head tilts slightly at the way his teeth knock together from how quickly he gives you the declaration.

A small smile appears, one that he returns as you agree, “Just like you are, for me.” The sincerity in your tone nearly catches him off-guard, if it wasn’t for the fact he had sounded the same.

Silence lingers, the kind that could only live between two people who have known each other so intimately. The type that sends a pulse through his chest as the illuminating lanterns reflect in your knowing eyes.

“Happy birthday, Bucky.”

His thumb soothes the back of your hand, an alleviating sense of peace lulling his movements as you lean against his side. “Here’s to many more.”

The together goes unheard.

end note: i’m a little rusty considering it’s been a while since i last wrote but hopefully this was okayish lol. thank you so much for reading <3

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