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joelhoney · 6 months

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do u take requests? if u do, could i have an outbreak au where reader rides joel in his truck? thank u! i LOVED #1 girl btw

open road

wanted to practice my writing skills again so here! :)

warnings: 18+ !!!! smut, pwp, implied age gap, feminine reader, daddy kink sry, pet names galore

“One of the guys called you scary.”

The sky is dull, something bland and colorless in-between blue and grey—something that’s become a norm. A clear, cloudless sky comes once every few months if a trickle of luck happens to dwell upon the area, but even for a pair that travels as much as you and Joel do, the memories of that kind of weather have become few and far between. Joel is grown, though, and he’s wise, and he knows there isn’t any good that comes out of complaining over something as trivial as this.

Anyway, he’s got a whole little ball of sunshine beside him, feet propped up on the dashboard clumsily.

“Hm. What’d you say?” He grunts back, trying to hide how the comment has begun to make him think. He’s not new to the entire scary bit, but every time the comment arises he finds himself wanting to know your thoughts, if you agree, if you know he doesn’t mind the reputation as long as you find him the opposite.

“I said no, you’re just old.”

You’re in your socks because you hate the weight of the boots you wear, and you’re wearing one of his old shirts, from years and years ago, thin with wear and the collar cut off so it hangs across your collarbones. It’s your favorite, this ratted brown color with a band on it that performed when you weren’t even born yet, you think. Joel likes this one, too, he won’t tell you just how much; he just hopes you don’t pick up on the fact that he fucks you all the more harder whenever you wear this around him.

“I’m not old, sugar.”

“You are old. Older than me and the guy who said you were scary.” A lithe hand comes twisting at the grey hairs on his temple. He tuts and you pull back, giggling out an apology. “When’re we getting there?”

“Slow down. The open road is a blessin’, don’t you think, sweetheart?” To Joel, everything is a blessing in the height of such an uncertain time—a blessin’, in his vernacular, his drawled-out twang. It’s his turn, now, to reach across the console and wrap a hand around your thigh. It tickles, and you tense through the material of your jeans. Sometimes you wonder if you can wear your dresses on tasks like these, ones not so high in urgency, but with a destination nevertheless. You want a clicker gnawin’ off your leg, be my guest, he said once, and that was that.

“I guess,” you muster half-heartedly, fingers skating along the expanse of Joel’s hand. Two of your fingers align with one of his own. Outside the scenery is mostly grey, barely green, lifeless, but interesting anyway, the ruins and the rot, blatant reminders of what you’re all living in the thick of.

You swallow and wrap a hand around his wrist. “Do we need to be there now?”

He huffs out this laugh between exasperation, and quickly he presses two fingers to the crotch of your bottoms. “So soon?” He’d just eaten you out before you left less than two hours ago, the hem of your shirt stuffed into your mouth so nobody would hear. You buck up into his hand, which has now left, and whine lowly in your throat.

“That wasn’t fair,” you bemoan, chasing his hand. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

“I’m jus’ try’na enjoy the road, dove. Back then, this’d be drownin’ in traffic. People beatin’ the five-thirty rush. Now it’s jus’ you and me.” He hums some song, this soully little thing, one he likes to sing on the road when it’s just you in the car. If anyone else tags along, he’s silent.

“Jo-el,” you whine. “No fair. You got me all wet.”

He sucks air in through his teeth, pats you lightly on the smooth surface of your cheek without even having to spare you a glance. “Be patient with me, sweetheart. We need to get there in time.” There’s an edge to his voice, hardened a bit; he’s not reminding this time, he’s warning. You pout and peek out the half-cracked window. Open road and the dim horizon, no sign of the building you’re supposed to stop at.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out like a sneer.

He clicks his tongue. “I said patient.”

“I am being—” you huff, crossing your arms and lowering your feet noisily. “It’s not fair that you touched me and then won’t even let me—let yourself—whatever.” You shuffle, bumbling irritatedly by yourself for a minute.

If you ask Joel, some of his best moments come from getting you to behave.

Because you are virtually impossible to wrangle into some semblance of obedience. It used to be next to impossible to even get you to shut up, but over time it got easier—thumb on the pad of your tongue, knee shoved in-between your legs, hand wrung into your hair. Just like that, and you’re his pliant little baby again. If you ask Joel now, he’d sigh contentedly, say how proud he’s become that you’re no longer the bratty minx you once were.

But that would be a lie, he figures, once he hears the exaggeratedly breathy moans from his right.

He doesn’t need to look to know what you’ve wrapped yourself up into, your hand shoved into your unzipped jeans, rubbing slow circles along your pussy. It probably doesn’t even feel as good as it sounds, even if you make noises with everything he does to you. Feels so good, Daddy, you whisper into the air, and he trails a hand down to squeeze himself through his jeans.

“How good, baby?” He grunts, eyes flitting over to you. You, in that goddamn t-shirt and everything, looking delicious enough to eat. He’d told you once never to wear shit like skirts and dresses, but God the amount of times he hoped you’d wear them anyway, so he could bounce you up and down on his dick and have you barely undressed. He swears he has dreams of his favorite pink number, the one that barely even touches the middle of your thighs, tied at the back with a pretty ribbon. He loves tugging on that ribbon, watching the material loosen around you so he can grope you up and make you both feel nasty, listen to your jagged moans of daddy, don’t rip the dress while he’s toying with your clit.

“Not enough,” you say breathily. “S’your fault.”

“Mine?” He echoes with a grunt. “You’re the one whorin’ herself out t’me for a lick of my attention, baby girl.”

“Please, I’m—just a minute,” you heave out, voice wet and desperate. He wonders what’s gotten you this antsy, this restless, this needy for a taste of him. The thought gets him harder than ever, and before he even thinks to palm himself, your tiny hand is already there, and he’s shuddering from it. You know him so well, know exactly what to hold, exactly what to touch to get him to give in.

“Jeans,” he orders, eyes zeroing in on a blank patch of grass to swerve into.

Your jeans are loose already, and you barely have to shimmy before they hit the floor of the truck, tiptoeing your sock-clad feet out while he parks and wrenches his seat to a semi-lying position, dragging you over to him to sit on his lap, your thighs quivering on either side of his jeans.

You adjust yourself so the thick of his cock is pressed directly to your panties, and grind forward. He stops you, his hand coming down to slap against your half-bare ass. “I just wan’ed to get to the damn meeting on time, get the shit we needed, and go the fuck back to the zone.” Another spank. “Do you have to be such a goddamn brat, sweetheart?”

“I just—I needed you,” you half-lie, the lace of your pretty underwear delicious friction with what little movement you’re allowed. “Even wore the pair you like, Daddy.”

“Yeaaah, you did.” He sucks air in through his teeth, watching your cunt swallow the thin material of his favorite pair of yours. Pink and lacy, looted from a mall two cities away. “You know Daddy can never resist her, can you?” He thumbs roughly at your pussy, coercing the panties through your folds. “You know he’s dyin’ to fuck ‘er real bad, too.”

“Need it, I need it,” you babble, your movement causing the shirt to droop off. He gropes at your barely-covered chest, a low growl thrumming out of him.

“What’s got my bunny all revved up, huh? Your energy beats the truck’s damn engine.” He lifts you up so he can let you drop onto his cock, bullying his tip into you until tears sprout at your eyes from the size of him. He’s always going to be huge, and it’s always going to be a whole thing, having to bottom out inside.

It helps that you’re wet, sopping and dripping onto his cock, his balls, his spread thighs, your own inner thighs—your slick is everywhere and it’s obscene. Every movement either of you make causes a squelching sound to resound across the stale space of the truck. “Fuuuck,” he grunts, watching your cunt swallow him whole. “I love this pussy, you know that, honey? Could lick her up for days, mark it as mine. Bully her when you’ve been bad.”

“I haven’t been bad,” you protest highly, eyebrows knitted and pink lips bitten. “You really are scary.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” He places two decisive hands on your hips and thrusts upward, so hard your head almost hits the roof of the truck. “Like it when Daddy’s a l’il bit scary, sugar? Like it when he spanks you, plays around with you a tiny bit? Hmm?”

Ah, ah, ah, uh, mmmf are all the sounds your mouth can produce, drunk on his huge cock, fat and splitting you in half. Ye yea yeah yeah please yes Daddy love it, you moan, each whimper punctuated by the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. You do love it when he’s bossy, a bit scary. He knows so. He knows how wet you get when he’s got your chin in his hand, cheeks smushed together. How much you drip onto the sheets when you’re bent over, spread open, and he’s deciding which hole to fuck.

“Makin’ a beautiful mess on my dick, baby, come on, give it t’me. Give Daddy your cum, I’ll give you mine back, won’ I, princess?” His gruff voice is demanding and rambling and all at once, you’re beginning to convulse around him.

“Close,” you whimper, “gonna cum, Daddy—”

“Yeah, come on, that’s a good bunny,” he grunts as you begin to gush slick around him. “Daddy’s gonna give you the milk you’ve been wantin’.”

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holy-puckslibrary · 3 months

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━ 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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pairing(s) — bull-rider!MATTHEW TKACHUK x barrel racer!hughes!reader (can be read as an unnamed oc) wc — 1.8k synopsis — wear the hat, ride the cowboy—even if it might get you disowned.

note — there's one line referring to the reader as jack's twin, but no physical description is given. also, this one-shot is a "party favor" from our feb slumber party

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — quinn being a dramatic, misogynistic douche-canoe 3000 for the entirety (ratty matty has his moments, too), no actual smut but it's heavily implied they do the dirty on the reg, a disgustingly intimate situationship — ick, off-color comment(s) relating to first times and the concept of virginity, lots and lots of familial angst (jack is a snake), oh! and more than a few loose ends... but you know the drill by now, i'm incapable of keeping a story contained

“Go on, Palomino Princess. Ride me like one of your ponies.”

Condescension drips from the lazy taunt. Matthew earns a palm to the chest for it; her ire lands with a faint thud, but he doesn’t mind. He gets off on riling her up, and after two years of backseat meetings and hushed phone calls, he’s damn good at it too. That, and she might be the most reactive person he’s ever met—and that’s saying something.

Matthew’s been going head-to-head with all three of her brothers for over a decade, and he’s known their family for even longer. Having a short fuse must be genetic.

“Y’won’t break me if that’s the hold-up. S’gonna take a hell of a lot more than a dry humpin’ buckle bunny to put me outta commission, sweetheart.”

He knows damn well she ain’t anywhere close to the derogatory term, but he likes what the complete disregard for her accomplishments does to her deceptively cherubic face.

It may look less harrowing than every other event on the card, but barrel racing ain’t for the faint-hearted. The event is a death wish personified, and it feels about as good as someone taking a metal pipe to both shins. It takes balls—metaphorically, in her case—to charge into an arena on an American Quarter horse with the intention of guiding it through a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels while sprinting at top speed, but it takes dedication and skill to succeed the way she has. The winner is determined by just thousandths of a second.

The woman perched on his tailgate is unmatched—undefeated.

Flames of pride lap at his loins, the fire of desire stoked by the wicked roll of her hips.

“Ohh—shit!” Matthew hisses, his head lolling back as his hips buck into her heat.

She smirks, apparently vindictive as ever. “How’s that, cowboy? Everything you dreamed?”

“And more,” he growls as he grabs a fistful of her backside.

His grip is tighter than it needs to be as he switches positions. Not nearly as rough as she would prefer it; beggars can’t be choosers.

Matthew steps between her knees, and, despite herself, she shivers with anticipation. Chuckling, amusement twinkles in his baby blues. “Now give me a kiss, sweetheart. My lips are feelin’ a little lonely tonight, and you happen to be wearin’ my hat, Little Miss.”

He flicks the brim of his hat. She catches it before it hits the ground before plopping it back on the rightful owner, the damage already done.

“You just love that antiquated rule,” she shakes her head while most definitely laughing at his expense. “Y’wouldn’t see any action without it, now would you?”

Matthew grins. Trading insults is his favorite form of foreplay. “Neither would you. Isn’t that your signature move, outlaw?”

“I should kick you to the back of the line with that attitude. Hell, I’d probably be better off keeping you at a distance anyway.”

“Keep mouthin’ off and see how far it gets ya. Definitely nowhere near that McMansion castle you call home, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout me, sugar. I’ve got plenty of options if I need a ride home.”

“I’ll bet, show pony. Sexiest can chaser east of the Mississippi; who wouldn’t be chomping at the bit to carry Cinderella home to her Daddy?”

Men have a habit of gawking at her; Matthew has a habit of relieving them of their teeth.

He leans in to taunt her ear with greedy lips and barbed arrogance. “Best of luck finding one that’ll fuck you better than me.”

“Do you think about other guys fucking me often?” she fires without missing a beat.

More than he would like, actually.

With a heavy, drawn-out sigh, he runs a hand over his face. His patience is running thin, and his jeans are starting to chafe. Exasperated, he tries coaxing her to reason, “Sweetheart, c’mon. We both know you want this—want me. Stop makin’ this so damn hard.”

“Why? Because you already are?”

Matthew makes an exaggerated show of play-biting her scrunched-up nose.

“Woman, you drive me insane.”

“It’s why you’re so obses—“

Her teasing is thwarted by the sound of her own name. Spat out of her older brother’s mouth like a heirloom gone sour, it's no great surprise Quinn looks at her like he can’t recognize her. Like a stranger—like a traitor.

Guilt, thin and fleeting, pieces the tenderness between her ribs.

She squirms, attempting to put some distance between them as if that could erase the discovery—and her culpability—from his mind. Matthew and his shit-eating grin keep her from getting too far but don’t be fooled. This is no chivalrous encouragement to stand her ground. It’s got nothing to do with her and everything to do with her brother.

Quinn rages outside the hauler housing Matthew’s precious 3500 Laramie. Walking by, seeing the main trailer hitched Brady’s F-350 made his stomach churn. It didn’t sit right, and now he knew why.

“You can’t be serious! Nuh-uh, no—no fucking way. Get out here before I drag you out myself.”

At his tone, what little remorse she felt dissipates. They were both far too old for his tired, overbearing song-and-dance.

“Who died and made you king?”

Quinn, blinded by overripe anger, sweeps over the irritation, twisting her tongue and the disbelief arching her brow. “I thought I made myself clear last time. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Oh, crystal, Quinny.” Matthew snorts at the juvenile nickname but is swiftly cajoled into silence with a pinch to the side. “Message received.”

“Then quit screwin’ around and get your ass back to the truck before Dad blows a gasket. He’s been lookin’ all over for you. So, you best be thanking your lucky stars I got here first. That its me catchin’ you red-handed colluding with the enemy.”

He’s so serious, nearly shaking with rage, it’s difficult not to laugh. She can count on one hand the instances wherein her brother became visibly angry—all of them involving the man standing between her dangling feet. She fares better than him, but that’s to be expected. Unlike her accomplice, for her, there’s real risk involved.

“Just ‘cause I heard you don’t mean I have to listen.”

Lips pressed to her temple, Matthew clicks his tongue in approval. ‘Bout damn time she started giving back what Quinn so readily dishes out.

“Look, y’can spread your legs for anyone with big dreams and a buckle some other night. Parade around the circuit acting like a slut, see if I give a shit. But not tonight. And not with him.”

The knowing glint in Quinn’s blackened eyes is telling, but it isn’t as menacing as he thinks it is. The Hughes heir apparent couldn’t be judge, jury, and executioner. He doesn’t have a lick of proof. Just suspicion and a personal vendetta the size of Texas.

A safety net swaying below, Matthew decides to have a little fun. “Whoa, settle down, Trust Fund. Y’can’t talk to a lady like that, ‘specially not your sister.”

He’s no white knight, but he can pretend.

And isn’t that what you’re all doing? Pretending to be people you aren’t. Acting out your roles, putting on a show. After all, a performance will always be more entertaining than the truth.

“—and here I thought etiquette classes were a Rodeo Royalty rite of passage. Glad t’know she ain’t the only roughneck hellion in your family tree, Huggy.”

Quinn’s jaw tightens. His tongue threatens to put a hole through his cheek. Hands on his hips, the eldest sibling only nods. He ignores Matthew entirely.

“Real winner y’got there. A class act. You really know how to pick ‘em—cream of the goddamn crop. Say, what’re you gonna do when he inevitably gets bored of you? When he gets his hands on a fresh doe-eyed virgin to tarnish?”

After she finishes with Matthew, she’s kicking Jack’s sorry ass.

Those anxieties—and that majorly personal tidbit of information—were shared in confidence. Because unlike her older brother, she trusted her twin. Well, she used to, at least. Luke’ll be over the moon at the chance to be her favorite.

She bares her teeth like a scorned lapdog. “We’re not kids anymore, Q. You can’t push me around whenever you want or tell me what to do like you’re my father. And you sure as shit can’t bully me into submission, either. Give it up, or get lost.”

“Whatever,” Quinn barks as he backs away from the trailer. “Your fuckin’ funeral.”

Listening to the fading sound of her brother’s Ariats pounding through the dirt, she buries her face in the warm, familiar crook of Matthew’s neck; she needs a moment alone. He seems to understand this, his mouth zipped shut as he runs calloused hands up and down her sides. She’s breathing heavily, but he does her the simple mercy of leaving it be.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was growing on you,” Matthew hums, a low-maintenance attempt to lighten the mood.

They don’t do the touchy-feely BS. It’s one of the things that reeled him in—and kept him coming back.

“But you do.” She pulls away to look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. He hates that her melancholic eyes are red-rimmed. “—and stop thinking, it doesn’t suit you.”

“And what does, princess? I’m dyin’ for your insight.”

“Shut the door and I’ll show you.”

He blinks, taken aback. Who is this brazen tart, and when did she take your place? Matthew wonders to himself. Maybe he is the bad influence everyone paints him as… He hasn’t really thought about it until now, and it's troubling the way it makes his chest tighten.

Matthew clears his throat—and, from his mind, the distressing notion that he’s ruined someone good with his carelessness—as he leans over.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He pulls the hauler’s heavy metal door shut with clamorous finality.

Matthew Tkachuk might be the most self-serving swindler on dirt, but Quinn Hughes is just another name on his list. A box to tick and then forget. He wouldn’t lose sleep, it wasn’t like their friendship meant a damn thing. Not anymore. A friend turned foe, reduced to another obstacle in his way, a hurdle to jump.

Tonight, his sister’s fealty; tomorrow, his title.

Retribution is at his fingertips, so close he can taste it. Yet, it would seem that Matthew merely traded one hornet’s nest for another.

At least this one’s easy on the eyes.

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eddiediaaz · 6 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you had any tips on how to color the flashbacks in the begins episodes, because they have that weird green tint that's so hard to get rid of? Would really appreciate any advice you had! Love all your gifs :)

hellooo! that is really nice of you to say, thank you <3

yeah flashback scenes in 911 can be tricky to color. i don't know why they made the el paso flashbacks look so drab, or the hershey flashbacks so glowy and green lol. anyway, i have two flashback examples on how to go from this:

to this

steps under the cut (:

CURVES

the first thing i always do is usually use a curves layer to white balance the colors automatically. it can be quite handy, but it's usually not enough. it can be a great place to start though. on the top right you can click the 3 lines menu and choose "auto options..."

then you can play around with the different settings in the algorithms section, and the snap neutral midtones. there's usually one that's better, so i just toggle between them and choose which one looks best.

if the auto settings don't work well for your shot, you can always do this manually with the black and white droppers with a curves or levels layer. becca/@yenvengerberg did a great tutorial on it here (in the step one: curves section)

both gifs with curves auto color correction:

as you can see it brings the colors in a more neutral zone and less saturated, but the coloring still needs more editing.

COLOR BALANCE

i used a color balance layer to bring back some warmth into the eddie gif. i started by giving it a bit of red in the shadows, then with midtones and highlights, i simply played with the sliders until i got something i liked (knowing i'll grade the colors more specifically later).

CHANNEL MIXER

for the maddie & buck gif, i wanted to reduce the yellow/green tint. i needed to add some blue to counter the yellow and channel mixer worked better than color balance for this one. this channel mixer tutorial by kate/@aubrey-plaza goes into so much depth, much better than i ever could, but here's how i did it:

SELECTIVE COLOR

my favorite and most used layer! i use it all the time. for the eddie gif, i wanted to make it warmer and less drab. i always start with deepening the blacks, then i want to make sure the skintones are good with the reds and yellows.

then the rest is mostly small adjustments to my liking, especially with cyans, blues, neutrals. this particular gif doesn't have a lot of blue tones so it doesn't change a lot tho haha

selective color results for eddie:

then for the maddie & buck gif, i went pretty much in the same order: blacks, skintones (reds and yellows)

then blues, cyans, neutrals:

maddie & buck selective color results:

FINAL TOUCHES

now that the gifs are color graded, what's left is to add final touches, aka more vibrance, contrast, exposure, etc etc.

for the eddie gif i added these layers

here's the layer order and final result:

for the maddie & buck gif, these are the layers i added:

and the layers order and final result for that one:

that's it, i hope that helps a little!

there's also this great tutorial by ace/@ajusnice on how to color yellow tinted shots, it's a great reference.

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awhorrerstory · 1 year

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If I hated you

Jill Roberts x f! Reader

Ever since I was 14 I hated Jill. She was amazing, Her hazel eyes that flickered with joy when we’d watch murder documentaries in history class, her cute dimples that showed when Kirby and Trevor talked with her and the way she’d shyly walk around me when we passed each other in the hall.

I used to bully Jill in middle school through high school because of her Tomboy style and her movie nerdiness until she began to date Trevor who tried to fight me multiple times.

And all the reasons I hated her? They were what made me fall for her. I was totally in love with Jill Roberts, I always was. That’s what made me hate her so much, because I was so scared to accept myself and scared about how my family would react…god.

I now just acted like I hated her because I didn’t want to love her. I’m so scared of everything.

Jill and I had a fight today. She was with Trevor smirking and flirting so I hit her books to the floor and she called me a bitch and we started fighting. I told her to fuck off and went to class.

After class I went to the bathroom and as I was washing my hands Jill wrapped her arms around me with one hand over my mouth; “fucked with me on the wrong day, y/n.” Jill says looking at me in the mirror I elbow her and try to get away but stop when I see the bathroom door was locked. Jill chuckles and throws me back against the sink facing the mirror, those hazel eyes turning a slight shade of brown when she looked into mine through the mirror, “you’re just so jealous…” she says as I feel a cold metal against my neck. “J-Jill…” I whimper out as I see the knife against my throat. “You’re so envious…at first I thought it was because of Sidney or Trevor but now…” I feel her free hand run along my waist towards the front of my jeans and she pulls them down and pushes my clit against the corner of the sink causing me to moan slightly, “I can tell by the way you watch me, constantly checking me out, looking to my lips…you were jealous I was with anyone but you…” I blushed hard as she basically ripped me out of the closet sort to speak.

Jill cut my shirt open right down the middle exposing my light blue bra causing Jill to hum as she kissed my neck, her eyes never leaving mine. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” She asks seductively right next to my ear before she began to suck on the lobe gently. I moan softly as she chuckles and begins to pull down my panties so I can feel the cold sink against my throbbing clit, “Jill~shit-“ I whimper feeling her free hand unclipping my bra and letting it fall into the sink, “did you know my favorite color was blue?” She asks as her hands grasped my breasts and I moan softly, my hips bucking causing me to whimper as my clit is stimulated again. Jill cups my cheek and turns my head to face her, a look on her face I’ve never seen before. “I’ve wanted this for a while too baby…” Jill says as she kisses my neck, grinding against my ass and groping my breasts. Her moans were soft and she pants as she humps me until I cum against the sink. “You’re mine.” She says slapping my tit. “Jill…” I whimper as I come down from my high, my juices dripping down my thighs, “nothing happened…if you tell anyone I’ll use that knife on you.” She says as she pulls away from me, leaving me a panting mess as she casually walks out of the bathroom slipping the knife back into her backpack before she fully exits. I shake my head trying to wake myself up, no way that just fucking happened. I feel my phone buzz startling me slightly and look down to see a text;

5187678903: I hope you like scary movies y/n.

-Who is this?

5187678903: ;)

-Jill?

After a few moments there was no further text. I walk out of the bathroom after I fix myself, groaning as I figure out I’ll have to wear my sweatshirt the rest of the day because of Jill. I realize the door is locked and panic but try it and it casually opens. Weird.

I leave and go to my locker where Kirby was causing me to arch my brow, “hey, y/n right?” I nod, “yeah and you’re Kirby?” She nods and hands me a slip of paper, “my number, we have to work on English project together.” I’m hit with a wave of realization, “oh right! Sorry I’ll text you.” I say smiling at her. “Do you want to sit with me?” Kirby asks sweetly, “sure it will be fun, is Jill okay with it though?” “I’m sure she will, she’s pretty forgiving, but don’t you dare be a bitch to her or I’ll personally kill you.” Kirby says glaring at me. I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. I was becoming nervous about seeing Jill again, especially soo soon after she just made me- “y/n, this is Robbie and Charlie, and of course you’ve met Jill.” I say hi to Charlie and Robbie and then sit next to Jill and Kirby. Jill gives me that signature awkward smile I’ve examined over the years while her hand betrayed the look on her face, resting immediately on my thigh possessively. It wasn’t too hard to hide since the seats were already close together, but I’m sure I looked like a blushing mess. Kirby and I talk about our project while Jill debates with the guys about movies. Kirby and I join in on the conversation and I gush about movies and mention a few of Jill’s favorites so I can see those cute dimples. After a while of us talking I realize that Charlie seems to glare at me after I make Jill laugh or smile. Weird. When we’re done with lunch I go to my locker and prepare for my next class when Jill comes up behind me and slips a note in my back pocket before literally disappearing. A rush of excitement bursts through me as I rush to my next class so I can read Jill’s note.

I know you’re going to Kirby’s after school, we’re coming over too, stay a while

Jill

My heart skips a beat and it’s as if a car was about to hit me, even more so when I get a text from Kirby

K- come over tonight for our project

-I will!

K- Meet me at the door after school

-👍

I put my phone away as class starts and space out.

I meet Kirby who was leaning against the arch above the doors of the school and greet her as we head to her car. I couldn’t help but feel watched but I shrugged it off deciding it was probably just because of the recent murders. Kirby tells me about Jill and Olivia and shared her recent traumatic experience with the mysterious ghost faced killer.

“So you do like horror movies?” Kirby asks me as we get to her place. “Yeah I do, Carrie is my favorite, though I don’t really think it’s scary it’s just got a great plot and everything and she’s just so cool.” Kirby agrees as we walk into her house, “wow your house is really nice.” I say to her causing her to smile, “thanks, my parents aren’t home so we got the place to ourselves, until my friends come later that is.” Kirby says putting her bag down next to the couch, “do you want anything?” She asks as she goes into the kitchen. “Some juice if you have it.” I say as I look around her living room. I notice a picture of my parents, Kirby’s parents and Jill’s parents with us standing in front of them. I hold the photo, deja vu clouding my mind as I remember those nights where we’d play together while our parents talked and laughed in Jill’s living room. When Jill and I were close and I let my feelings for her tear us apart…

Kirby comes back in the room causing me to jump slightly, “sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” She says with a small chuckle as she hands me my juice and looks at what I’m looking at, “remember when we all used to be friends?” Kirby says smiling down softly at the photo, “we used to be so happy…what happened y/n?” Kirby asks me softly. I begin to cry knowing I could tell her, especially since Kirby is bi. “I…I fell in love with Jill.” I say my lip trembling and looking away in shame. “Hey! Don’t be upset about it, it’s just kinda crazy that to hated her for so long when she was always crazy about you.” I nod crying and looking away, “I should’ve just talked to you guys…or at least you, all of us were best friends, I knew I could trust you and everything but I just…my parents were pissed when they found out I was lesbian, I was just scared you’d react the same way or…Jill would.” I say looking away from her. “Hey it’s okay, I’m sure if you talk to Jill it’ll be okay.” Kirby says giving me a reassuring smile. We work on our project until Jill gets here, then Robbie and Charlie. Kirby puts on Halloween and we all watch it together with popcorn and all. Midway through the movie I feel Jill put her arm around me causing me to blush but continue to watch. Jill talks to Robbie and Charlie casually about the way the film is edited while her hand rubs my thigh, under the blanket Kirby had over all of us. I pretend to rest against Jill’s shoulder so I can cover my blush and avoid any suspicious gazes. My plan seems to be working until I feel Jill squeeze my thigh then whispers; “I know you’re awake, they fell asleep.” I look up at her, biting my lip as Jill examines me. “Let’s go to the guest room.” Jill whispers, pulling me to sit up and leads me there. Jill closes the door, locking it behind her before she pushes me on to the bed and grabs my face possessively, pulling me in to our very passionate first kiss. I moan against her lips as her hand goes to my neck and applies pressure to it causing me to whimper against her lips. Jill chuckled as she yanked down my pants to grab my ass in her hands, “you’re all mine y/n.” Jill states against my lips as she kisses me again, this time more hungry and greedy, as if she wanted to taste every inch of my mouth. I push her away slightly, “I want to talk to you.” I say looking for the woman I grew feelings for, “not now…” jill says flipping me onto my front. She pulls down my pants so my ass is out against her front and she rocks my hips a bit so I grind against her.

I go to say something, but when I feel her press her fingers against my clit, my mouth gapes, and a breath escapes my lips. She begins rubbing tight circles into my clit, and my hands move to grab the sheets of the mattress as pleasure pulsates through me, “you’re so fucking wet y/n. This all for me?” I feel two fingers slide inside of me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the sounds that threaten to escape my throat causing Jill to chuckle, “I want to hear your moans baby…” she curls her fingers inside of me and a moan escapes my lips, “good girl.” Jill praises as she slaps my ass. I whimper but push my ass towards her wanting more. Jill kisses my neck as she continues to finger me; “all this time, you said you hated me…who knew I’d have you whimpering under me?” She says rubbing my clit faster.

“Do you want more baby? Do you want me to fuck you?” She asks kissing right under my ear and down my exposed neck. I whimper again but don’t answer. She chuckles darkly; “why are you still being a bitch? I thought we established that you wanted me this whole time.” Jill says as I hear her take off her jeans and before I could say anything I feel that familiar cold metal dragging against my stomach then cutting my bra again, the same for the back my shirt so Jill could push it off, revealing my naked torso to her, “god, did I do this to you baby? Your thighs are shaking.” Jill teases as she rubs around my clit, avoiding where I wanted her touch, “jill~” I feel something big and hard enter me and gasp at my walls stretching around the silicone. “You like this baby?” Jill asks as she roughly fits the dildo inside of me, giving me little time to adjust to the large size. "Fuck you're tight," jill mumbles, grabbing my hip with her hand with the knife, the cold metal sliding against my cunt causing me to shiver "Can barely fit y/n…” Jill mumbles as she rubs my clit with the knife handle, her blood running down the blade down to the handle then down my thighs as she pounds into me from behind, “fuck…so hot…” jill mumbles as she fucks me harder, her hand moving the knife slowly up and down my body and around my sensitive nipples, the pain of the knife puncturing me every few moments only making me more horny, “touch that pretty clit for me y/n.” Jill says dragging the knife gently across my throat. “J-Jill-“ “fucking do it slut.” Jill says harshly as she slaps my ass.

I instantly reach between my thighs and feel just how wet I am before pressing my fingers to my clit, beginning to rub tight circles into it and making me moan. “That’s a good girl…take my cock.” Jill mumbles causing me to whimper and let my legs spread wider for the girl on top of me, “j-Jill! I’m gonna-I’m-“ she stops and pulls out of me causing me to whine. “Not yet baby…” Jill lowers herself between my legs and dives right in, goes for my clit and works on it until I feel like I’m going to cum again, and then she licks inside of me, coiling and flicking her tongue, her hands finding my ass and kneading it roughly, “J-Jill-“ one of my hands goes to her hair to pull her closer, and her eyes flick up to me, hooded and pupils blown wide, her once green eyes turning a dark hazel, the same as in the bathroom. I jerk my hand away on instinct, her eyes flickering with annoyance so I put my hand back into her hair causing Jill to smirk against my clit.

She pulls away for a moment to carve her name into my inner thigh causing me to groan in pain turning pleasure as she licks the blood from my thigh, then returning to eat me out, her nose rubbing against my clit and her hands on my thighs pulling them on to her shoulders so she can thrust her tongue inside me. She continues until I’m about to cum again then pulls away with a pop. “Jill please…I need to cum…” I whine cupping her cheek. Her eyes lock with mine as she laps up the blood from her freshly carved name on my thigh once again then kisses me passionately as she begins to rub her bare cunt against mine, I was so caught up before, not even realizing Jill took her pants and panties off and was just in her black lace bra causing me to blush as I look at her, “Can you take it off?” I ask her between kisses. She nods and begins to take it off and I eagerly help her wanting to see her fully. I rub Jill’s nipples and kiss her passionately as she humps me, skin on skin and rubbing our clits together. Jill’s nails dig in to my waist to keep me close to her, she keeps a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, making my pussy ache for more. “J-Jill…please let me cum…” I whimper hugging her tightly and wrapping my legs around her waist tighter. She kisses me as my legs spasm and I squirt. Jill cums, with a soft sort of gasp and a slow shudder, grinding against me once, twice, three times more, before she stops. “Fuck…” She mumbles as she places her face in the crook of my neck giving me a gentle kiss on my collar bone then resting her head back into the crook of my neck since I was now straddling her. She pushed me onto the bed while placing open mouthed kisses on my face to my lips and we make out. Her lips becoming addicting, her hands resting on my hips “I-Jill-“ She pulls away slightly and looks up at me, “yeah?” I bite my lip as i look at her, “I’m sorry for everything I did…i was just trying to convince myself i didn’t love you…” Jill’s eyes remain the same and she didn’t react causing me to panic, “i-I’m sorry i shouldn’t have said anything, we were having a great night and-“

She kisses me cutting me off, “Stop talking.” She says as she pulls me into a passionate kiss again.

When I wake up the next morning I’m in Jill’s arms; she’s holding me against her chest, her chin resting on my head and her arms wrapped around me. I was so happy to be in her arms but there was one thing. I needed to pee.

I slowly moved from Jill’s hold and look for my shirt and panties only to find my shirt destroyed causing me to huff and grab Jill’s. I button it up quickly as i already pulled up my panties. I go to the bathroom and when i come out i see Kirby on the couch smirking at me, “so…Your talk went well?” I blushed hard and look away, “i-i um..” “It did.” Jill says, coming out in my hoodie from yesterday. She approaches me and grabs my hand in hers, “did the boys go home?” Jill asks Kirby. She nods, “ok.” She says pulling me to the bedroom again.

#smut #scream #jill roberts #scream 4 #kirby reed

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mads-weasley · 3 months

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hbowar tag game!! thanks @xxluckystrike @blueberry-ovaries @ronsparky & @footprintsinthesxnd

name/alias: mads <3

country: the united states

which of the series have you seen? i've seen band of brothers, generation kill, the pacific, and now MASTERS OF THE AIR!!

use an emoji or one word to describe your favorite character in an hbowar miniseries: 🍺 it's problematic but I love the drunks (affectionate) 🥴

ultimate ship: Lena and John Basilone or Gale & Marge Cleven

favorite fic: Oohhhhh one of the first band of brothers fics I ever read was "Soldier of the Stars," by @wexhappyxfew, and it got me HOOKED into the fandom in early 2021 (i've read it like 4 times). She has SO many good long fics on her account, including a new one she is working on now!! Please go check her out!! Also, Young Love & Old Money is such a good Nix story by @footprintsinthesxnd!! Check her out, too!! There are honestly, too many good fics to recommend on here.

what are some of the ways you interact in this fandom? I write fanfic, make gifs (sometimes), icons, and reblog the heck out of everything.

favorite color: definitely blue...what blue? i don't know. it depends on the day.

current favorite song: please don't go home yet by stephen sanchez

What would you say if i held up a can of peaches?

“it’s a can of peaches, sir!!”

complete this sentence: “where the hell is ___ company?!”

"FOX!!"

other accounts or socials? hbowar blog: @mads-nixon and purely masters of the air blog: @major-mads!!

list one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation: @footprintsinthesxnd, the buck to my bucky, my beloved co-writer of the Skytrain Girls series, thanks for always keeping up with my obsessions and going along with my crazy ideas while writing our series! i appreciate you!!!💛💛

i'm not going to tag anyone, but everyone is welcomed to join in!

#hbo war #mads' fandoms #band of brothers #masters of the air #the pacific #hbowar #mutuals #tag game

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summitclan-chronicles · 6 months

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Let's Take A Hike.

It's been over a full day since our pinned post was put up! I already have some followers and I welcome everyone - thank you for your interest already! Since we have a small audience I thought I would come in and say hello in a more relaxed way.

My name is Jingo (he/him)! I am the owner of SCC, as well as cat enthusiast, book consumer and local idea-haver. My favorite activity is Thinking Purposefully - mostly about my surroundings. The sky, the buildings, art pieces, textures, colors, smells, sounds, tones - taking in my environment in a planned methodical manner makes me feel immersed in it, like I'm giving every thing in my vicinity its deserved attention.

This habit is exactly how Summitclan was born.

In late summer of 2023, when the air is still thick but the wind blows cool, I started having a difficult time of things & my ever-patient and attentive partner decided to take me to a little lake to get me in the sun. We had a picnic, listened to music, danced, and the waves hush-hushed against the rocks. This day gave birth to a weekend tradition of hiking New York State's wilderness.

First it was just nature walks, then small forays into wooded foothills, with loops and connected webbings of trails. Then we set our sights on the Adirondack range, and the rolling peaks we always admired during the early morning drive to work, blue sentinels that - at the time of posting - are slowly being swallowed by encroaching wintry night-dawns.

I have been to, and fallen in love with, a little troop of peaks now: Buck Mountain is a dear friend, but I have also gotten to know Roostercomb and Shelving Rock. On all these ventures I found myself unable to stop Thinking Purposefully. I notice every fallen acorn, rustling leaf and broken stick; I eagerly observe how water falls down rocks, how leaves flutter to the ground, how downed trees entangle with each other, keeping each other alive. I discovered minute bugs, observant chipmunks, hidden slugs, old snail shells, coyote tracks, whitetail antler scrapes and old abandoned black bear dens.

As often happens, I became haunted by little cats.

If you've gone this far you probably have heard of Warrior Cats, and its magnetic pull toward certain people. In any natural setting they crawl into the backs of my eyes, and my hikes are no different, similarly influenced by tiny invasive animals with funny habits. But I am a writer, a poet, a dork; I like exploring ideas. I'll never solve a rubik's cube, but my brain might as well be one.

As I turned warrior-cats-in-the-adirondacks around and around, I started mucking up a silly fanclan I started calling AntlerClan after its fake mountain, Antlerhead Mountain. (This is still the name of the mountain in the full version, but the cats don't know that.) The cats in my head now form prehistoric generations of Summitclan: they showed me how they came together, how they showed they cared, and what they did for the cats in the future... but I was still seeing this from the angle of a fanfiction, and try as I might I could not escape the thick fog of "modern" characters. I could think of many ideas for the formations, the cultures, the stories, the values, but what about now?

It occured to me that it wasn't a story I could, or even would, write alone. This sort of project isn't really something to be discussed, but lived and experienced, I supposed: interpreted and used and tested against organic situations.

So, I retooled some things to make them compatible with roleplay instead. The little cats in my head were pleased with the changes. Now they told me all sorts of things and I knew this was a community I was building, not a story.

So here we are at the summit of our hike, and the birth of Summitclan. As my thoughts were cresting I happened to find my copy of Tailchaser's Song. After a spotty reread I got the idea to drop the capitalized "Clan." It feels appropriate in the books, when the Clanhood feels so intensely identifying and they feel so othered from neighboring groups. But Summitclan lives alone, and is intrinsically one with the rest of the surrounding population of cats. They cannot afford to feel othered or to turn their nose at things unfamiliar or strange, so isolated are they.

So, Summitclan it was. I had my moment in the sun, standing at the peak of my work: the building was done. Now came the hard work of going back down before dark.

September 9th, 2023 I made my very first draft of the roleplay version of my idea. On the 26th, I had my things properly organized and rewritten to my liking. I decided I would start advertising in November, and open in 2024.

So here we are. It is a Friday, November 3rd. We have reached the parking lot at the bottom of our hike, now. When you hike with someone you learn a lot about them: do they take the muddy path or the dry path? hard or easy? do they pause often to take in the view? I hope you've learned enough about me now to feel comfortable joining my community. I plan on going on a lot of hikes.

In the meantime, here are some photos of my adventures. Whatever comes up the trail ahead, I wish you the best, and I'm very glad I met you!

#warrior cats #roleplay #adirondacks #hiking #nature #frog #walnuts #roostercomb summit #<- the first image featured is the summit #cameo: the great cloudsplitter Mount Marcy is also in this photo!#she is my fiancees dream hike. pray for us when that happens.

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glorious-spoon · 2 years

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For the domestic prompts: buddie and 8, 10, or 16 💕

Thank you! :D

I went with 10: doing laundry. Although not much laundry actually ends up getting done in this. ~700 words, established relationship.

“That’s my shirt,” Eddie says from the doorway.

Buck doesn’t look up from where he’s sorting the laundry. Eddie tends to throw it all in the washer together and let the bleeding colors duke it out in cold water and too much detergent, but Eddie also tends to buy his shirts in three-packs from Target. Like, for example, the blue one that Buck pulled out of the hamper and is currently wearing.

“No it isn’t,” he lies cheerfully.

“It’s a size too small for you.”

“It’s supposed to fit like that.”

Eddie pushes off from the door. Buck tracks the sound of his footsteps as he crosses the laundry room, but keeps his head down to hide his grin. Socks go in the whites basket; Christopher’s favorite green hoodie goes in the colors basket along with Buck’s jeans and one of Eddie’s undershirts. Their laundry is all mixed together, which is an incredibly stupid thing to feel mushy about, but he still does.

That’ll wear off someday. It’s been three months since he moved in and it hasn’t yet, but it will. Eventually. Probably.

“Believe me,” Eddie says, settling against the open washing machine and crossing his arms—from this angle Buck can only see his feet in the dorky socks and slides combo that he wears around the house, but he knows that stance, and Eddie has his arms folded and is wearng that look like he’s trying really hard to be exasperated. It’s one of Buck’s favorite looks on him. “I am aware that you like your shirts to fit like they’re spray-painted on. But that shirt is mine, and you’re stretching it out.”

“Well.” He straightens up to offer Eddie his cockiest grin and flexes a little, because he’ll never be over the way Eddie’s eyes darken when he does that. Will never be over the way Eddie looks at him, now that he’s not trying to hide it anymore. “Sounds like maybe you need to step up your workout routine then, Diaz.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, visibly trying to look unimpressed and unamused, and visibly failing at both. He purses his lips, bites down on a smile, and says, “Give me my shirt back, Buck.”

“Come and get it.”

“Oh, what, you think I won’t?”

“I think you’re—” Buck breaks off, because Eddie pushes off from the washing machine and takes two steps forward, catching him by the hips and backing him up against the wall as smoothly as if they’re dancing. Buck’s shoulders hit the plaster with a thump that is nowhere near forceful enough to knock the wind out of him, but he feels breathless anyway with Eddie’s hands on him, warm and deliberate.

“Hey,” he breathes.

The corners of Eddie’s eyes crinkle. “Hey. I think you were saying something?”

“What?” Buck says. Then, “Oh, the shirt. Yeah, you can have it back, here.”

He reaches back to peel it off over his head with one smooth motion, the sexiness of which is kind of ruined when one of the seams pops open with an audible tearing noise.

There’s silence for a moment.

“Um,” Buck says sheepishly, and Eddie cracks up laughing, catching him by the nape to pull him down into a kiss.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he says, and leans back in to kiss the corner of Buck’s mouth, his jaw, lips marking a hot, meandering little path down the side of his throat.

“Sorry about your shirt,” Buck manages.

“I’ll live.”

Eddie's smile presses against his collarbone, teeth stinging briefly before he kisses the spot he just bit, and Buck shudders and turns his head to slot their mouths together again. Eddie goes willingly, laughing into the kiss, pressing into Buck until their bodies are molded together, warm and close. Eddie’s hair slips through his fingers and Eddie’s hands are on his cheeks, and Eddie’s body is sturdy and familiar and still kind of new, in the best possible way. In the way that Buck gets to touch him like this and know that Eddie wants him too.

“You know,” he says against Eddie’s mouth, several dizzying minutes later, “I’m pretty sure that’s actually my shirt you’re wearing, now that I think about it.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit,” Eddie laughs, but he doesn’t even make a token effort at preventing Buck’s fingers from sliding up under the hem to find smooth, warm skin.

It’s a while before they get around to finishing the laundry.

#911 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #my fic #prompt fic #they're dumbasses your honor

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thesugarclubs-blog · 2 years

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The Frat Party - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: harassment, heavy drinking, hurt/comfort, smut, minors DNI

word count: 8.1k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1268064176-the-frat-party-autumn

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Bucky shoved Sam’s shoulder, “What the hell man?! This was a duo costume! Now we just look like idiots!”

“No, you look like an idiot” Sam managed to get out as he was bent over from laughing so hard.

It was the annual fraternity Halloween party, the biggest party on campus and Bucky was standing in their living room dressed as a sexy nun. It didn’t matter that the entire campus showed up to this party. He didn’t care about them. What mattered is that he had invited one of his closest childhood friends to this party and he wanted to impress her.

Sam shrugged, “Look, the priest didn’t fit so I improvised”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I have no time to change before…” Bucky’s sentence was cut off as the door to the frat house slowly opened. His bright blue eyes caught sight of Autumn as she walked in, a grin forming on her lips as her eyes met Bucky’s.

“Autumn,” he breathed, heart leaping to his throat at the sight of her, fiery red hair braided to the side, a pirate’s hat balanced on top. Bucky’s eyes traveled down and he gulped - she was wearing a short dress, corset tight around her middle, accentuating her figure.

Her green eyes shone brightly under the colored LED lights that lit up the house. Bucky hadn’t seen Autumn in over a year and now watching the way her hips swayed against the beat of the music thumping around them and her long legs carrying her towards him, he felt a crashing wave of butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“I didn’t realize I’d have to compete for the sexiest costume tonight.” She grinned, stopping in front of him, hands firmly planted on her hips, the softness in her voice sending chills up his spine.

Gulping nervously, Bucky plastered what he hoped was a convincing grin on his face, hoping to all that no one notices the slight waver in his voice, "Yeah, I make a hell of a nun don't I?"

Spinning to give her a show, modeling for effect, and glaring at a laughing Sam mid-spin before facing her.

Autumn threw her head back, a sweet laugh escaping her as his heart soared at the sound of it.

"Yeah, I'd say chastity and Godliness are your strongest qualities, Buck," Autumn teased as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a warm hug that he had missed so much. "How are you? It's been way too long. I'm sorry I haven't called or texted. It's just been crazy the past year."

Bucky's heart soared. It was beating so fast that all he could muster was a nod and a small, strangled, high-pitched noise that sounded something like "yeah!" while Sam put his head in his hands.

He took an inhale of her perfume, sweet and gentle vanilla scent filled his lungs and he felt himself feeling warm on the inside.

Sam heaving a sigh made him pull back a hand behind his back to flip him off. “I missed you.” He felt himself flushing from his words, a gentle smile plastered on his lips as they separated.

"I missed you too, Buck," Autumn said as she leaned back to gaze up at him. Her fingers rested lightly on his chest and Bucky prayed she couldn't feel the hammering in his chest.

They stood there for a moment smiling like idiots before Sam cleared his throat to save him from drowning in her any further.

"So, Buck, you wanna help your...friend get something to drink?" he asked innocently as Bucky stared him down at the inflection on the word "friend". Sam knew how he felt and was going to make this night as torturous as possible.

Steering Autumn away from Sam and towards the kitchen, Bucky rested his arm comfortably around her shoulders once they stopped in front of the drinks station.

“So, it’s been a while and I know it’s your favorite,” he started, wiggling his eyebrows. Autumn grimaced and Bucky grinned knowing she knew exactly what he was going to say, “and I only serve the best to my favorite girl sooo… one Bucky Special coming up!”

He grabbed a red Solo cup and stood in front of the cooler. As he turned his face to the side, he smirked seeing her brow raised as the liquid poured into the cup.

"I um, upgraded it since the last time you tried it," he said as he placed the cup into her hand, fingertips lingering at her wrist.

He watched Autumn bring it to her plump lips with an impatient smirk on his face, tipping the cup's contents back down her throat; her bright green eyes grew wide with shock. "It's good isn't it?"

"It's something," she pressed her fingers to her lips and looked up at him with a giggle. He stared at her waiting, watching her decide if she was going, to be honest, or not. "Bucky, this is horrible," she admitted in a sweet voice, without pressure her whole body shaking with genuine laughter.

Bucky almost couldn’t help himself - he wanted to knock the cup out of her hand, throw Autumn over his shoulder, and take her to one of the empty bedrooms to show her exactly how much he missed her.

But instead, he smirked and kept his feet planted firmly on the ground. His fingers drummed against his red Solo cup as he watched Autumn take another sip through her giggles, looking him up and down.

“For a second, I almost forgot you’re dressed as a sexy nun.”

Letting out a laugh, Bucky rubbed his forehead as a blush crept up his neck. He had been so lost in the beautiful girl in front of him that he too had forgotten what he was dressed as. He reached forward and went to take the cup away from her, “You really don’t have to keep drinking that” He chuckled again.

Autumn pulled her hand away, “No no! You made this for me, I’m going to power through and drink the very obviously poisonous drink” She smirked.

As the two of them were joking around, an obnoxiously drunk Brock Rumlow walked up behind Autumn, smacking his hand against her ass.

“Where you been hiding this nice piece, Barnes?” He slurred.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, teeth clenched hard as Autumn recoiled from Brock.

“Back off Brock, now,” he hissed, anger bubbling up inside him as Brock put his arm around Autumn’s shoulders.

“Let’s go upstairs, I’ll show you a real party, baby,” Brock continued, ignoring him, with his hand creeping down Autumn’s bare shoulder.

Rumlow's sick grin as he leered closer to him had him seeing red.

"Why do you want me to back off huh, Barnes? Ya' wanna keep her all to yourself?"

Bucky felt her grip on his arm, fingers starting to tremble, and the next thing he knew, Bucky had him tackled to the ground, faintly registering Autumn's terrified gasp between the ascending chorus of "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"SHIT!" He heard Sam shout as they rolled around. Bucky got in one good shot, punching Rumlow right in the nose. Blood poured down his face and Rumlow socked him in the chin, before he pinned Bucky to the ground.

He put up his arms to protect his face and Rumlow's fist landed right on his forearm, causing him to grunt in pain. Someone hauled Rumlow off of Bucky and he got to his feet, feeling Autumn grab his arm to pull him back, but he wanted to fight. Nobody touches his girl.

He turned to face her to tell her to back off, and then heard Rumlow let out a drunken bellow as he broke free from Sam and took a swing, missing Bucky entirely. In complete shock and horror, Bucky watched Rumlow's fist connect with Autumn's nose.

It felt like the next part happened in slow motion, the force from Rumlow’s punch that was meant for him made Autumn fall to the floor, her head met the floor in a loud thud that made Bucky’s blood boil.

He was shocked and furious, realizing the big damage when he heard quiet whimpers, looking around to see Sam and the other guys already dragging Rumlow to the backyard, he dove right down.

Hands placed around her face as she tried to sit up, blood dripping down her nose and he could see a bruise starting to form on her left cheek.

“Careful there…shit, Autumn I’m so sorry…” He helped her up from the sticky floor, ignoring the throbbing pain in his own hand.

"You know, this is perfect. All the blood really fits with the aesthetic," she replied shakily with a forced laugh, looking down at the crimson staining her white sleeve.

Bucky's heart shattered seeing the slight tremble to her lip as she tried her best to smile. A tear trickled down her face and he wiped it away, careful to avoid the quickly swelling skin of her cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey. Autumn, sweetheart…” Bucky tucked his hand into his sleeve, brow furrowed in concern as he gently wiped a combination of blood and snot from her nose. She huffed out a soft laugh through her tears, groaning at the pain.

“That’s gross, Buck. Don’t do that.”

“You tried my disgusting drink, I get covered in your uh, bodily fluids,” he chuckled. “We’re even. Come upstairs, I’ll clean you up properly.”

Bucky gave her hand a squeeze when she nodded as he walked them out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. He moved her in front of them so he could keep watch as they walked up, his free hand hovering over her hip as they avoided the mess of cups and decorations were strewn about.

"I have a first aid kit in my room and that hallway bathroom is gross as hell, are you okay if we go in there to patch you up? We can keep the door open."

"Yeah, thanks." she sniffled, "I could do with the door closed though the noise doesn't help much and I know I'm safe with you."

Bucky's heart swelled as her declaration reached his ears in her soft voice.

Bucky's room hasn't changed at all as they entered it. He helped her lower herself onto his bed, his eyes fixed on hers until she gave her a silent signal that she was comfortable. He still lingered a few moments.

"Bucky, I'm not made of glass," Autumn whispered.

"Do you remember?" She started, her fingers reaching out and squeezing his shaking hand. Buck lifted her chin with two fingers to look at her nose again as she spoke, "the time that you and Steve convinced me to break into the high school to vandalize that statue of Mr. Stark?"

Bucky nodded, and she continued, still holding onto his hand, "Steve promised he would catch me if I jumped off the top after super gluing the hot pink cowboy hat to the giant metal head of the statue. Well, he didn't catch me, and I broke my arm in two places. That hurt more, I promise. I'm okay, just covered in blood and just wanna hang out with my best friend."

He let out a deep breath and gave her hand a little squeeze. “I’m sorry... I’m so sorry Autumn... This is not how I wanted this night to go” He mumbled, his eyes tracing over her features. Even covered in blood, she was still as beautiful as ever in his mind.

Bringing his free hand up, he swiped his thumb gently across the forming bruise, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “You do look like a pretty badass pirate now though”

Autumn leaned into his hand, and allowed herself to return the smile, meeting his gaze, “You know what else I remember from that night? You refused to leave my side at the hospital... Even after I told you I was okay, and the doctors had fixed me up... You sat there all night with me.”

“Well yeah, I couldn't leave my best girl alone,” Bucky said, feeling the tension in the air suddenly ratchet up.

“You always say I’m your best girl, but what if I want you to be my best guy?” Autumn asked, and Bucky swore his heart stopped.

"I say it because it’s true," Bucky whispered, his eyes searching the sea of green and gold flecks of her own before falling to the bruise and the blood caked over her lips and chin. He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, trying to get his nerves under control and it took every fiber of his being to drop his hand from her cheek to grab the first aid kit.

He stepped away from her, hearing a sigh leave her lips causing him to peer over his shoulder, watching her wince as she felt the damage to her cheek. Bucky grabbed the first aid kit from his desk before turning and sitting next to her on the bed.

"I'd be whatever you wanted me to be, Autumn."

"Of course, Bucky. I've always had a soft spot for you." She reached up and grasped his wrist as his shaking hand tried to wipe the blood off of her face. "Hey, are you okay? You're shaking."

There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't get the words out. He wanted to tell her that he's been head over heels for her since the day they met, and that feeling only got stronger as the years passed. He could feel tears brimming in his eyes and he swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"I'm good. This year has just been really hard without you," he whispered the words to keep his voice from breaking.

Autumn's chin trembled, but she didn't break. She pressed her forehead to his, smiling.

"I meant it when I said I missed you, Buck."

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting a tear escape along his cheek. He relaxed in the comfort of her presence, her words made his heart blossom and his hands traveled down along her arms, squeezing her sides gently to stop his trembling hands.

He wanted her close, he admired the sweet girl in front more than anything. Like he always had. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me…you don’t know how much you mean to me.” He chuckled lightly from the nervousness that bubbled up inside him.

He bit down on his lip as he shook his head. Soft hands cupped his face, making him stare into her warm and bright eyes that he’d done so many times to feel seen and adored.

“Bucky…what are you trying to say?” Those plump, pink lips turned into a sweet smile, noses grazing each other and she breathed out a ‘go on.’

Bucky took a deep breath as her thumb rubbed soft, soothing circles on his cheek. Her lips were so close to his, that he could practically taste the sweet sugar of the drink he made her. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"I can't...I can't say it," he murmured as heat filled up his face. "Can I show you instead?"

Bucky’s gaze tracked over Autumn’s features, taking her in. Not that he could forget how beautiful she was in their time apart, but being so close, able to count the freckles on her nose, even if slightly blurred by their close proximity, was enough to realize how much he should have bucked up the courage years ago to do what he was about to do.

Tentatively, Bucky brushed his lips over Autumn’s, earning a small gasp and a soft sigh as she melted into him.

Bucky took her top lip between his and he swears he felt every single nerve in his body jolt. His heart thumped against his chest relentlessly as if it were trying to find a way to hers. He couldn’t believe he was finally kissing his best girl. He pulled her body flush to his as her hands found their way to the hair at the nape of his neck deepening the kiss. Both tried to hold each other as close as they possibly could.

They pulled away slowly as it pained them to tear their lips apart, resting their foreheads against each other for a minute to catch their breath.

Bucky felt her smile against his lips.

“You know, out of all the times I’ve imagined this moment, I never thought it’d happen with you in a sexy nun dress and jack-o-lantern boxers.”

"You like them?" Bucky grinned like an idiot. "They were a birthday present from Sam and I thought they fit the event today very well."

"Yes, very sexy." Autumn burst into the most beautiful melodic laugh.

Bucky pulled his dress a little higher and spun around so she could fully admire the piece of clothing. They both laughed as he twirled another half circle before he plopped back down on the bed. The laughter subsided as Autumn let out another soft sigh, their eyes connecting briefly.

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip as the reality of their first kiss hung in the air. He heard loud music and laughter downstairs, muffled through the door, but all he could focus on was the electricity crackling between the two of them, seated so closely on his bed.

“Wait,” he started as his breath hitched. “You’ve imagined this moment before?”

Autumn sucked in a deep breath as she realized what she had said, nodding slowly and looking down at the floor. “I mean, uh... Yeah, I guess... Once or twice maybe,” She spoke softly, wincing as a spark of pain radiated from her cheek.

Bucky could have sworn his heart stopped as she spoke. Maybe this confession wouldn’t be as hard as he thought. “Okay... I’m gonna say something, and I need you to let me finish before you say anything, please..”

“Okay,” Her brows furrowed together, as her eyes looked back to meet his.

“I’ve imagined this moment... A thousand different ways. I - I meant it when I said that it’s been a hard year without you..” He gulped, wringing his hands together nervously, as his eyes flitted to the door, worried someone might burst in. “You… you were always my favorite part of the day. Always making me smile, no matter what kind of a shitty day it had been… I stayed with you in the hospital that day with Steve because I couldn’t imagine leaving you. I’ve always felt so… connected with you, and I know this makes things weird because we’re friends but I … I think I just, I want to protect you. And care about you. And make you happy all the time, Autumn, I-I’ve loved you since that day on the playground when you punched John for making fun of your pigtails…”

“He got what he deserved,” Autumn muttered, then sighed, cupping his cheek as he looked away. “Bucky, you’re my best friend. I’ve always loved you, it just took me a little while and some distance to see that it was in different ways now, more ways.”

Bucky leaned into her hand, turning his face and kissing her palm as he took it in his hand, heart beating rapidly. She smiled at him, and they both leaned in for a gentle kiss.

He carefully slotted his lips over hers deepening the kiss, making sure not to bump her nose too much as his hands found her hips. Bucky heard a whimper escape between them causing him to quickly pull back. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. "Are you okay? I-I don't want to hurt you"

Autumn laughed softly, her fingers grasping his face once more. "You could never hurt me, Buck."

Carefully, Bucky closed the gap between their lips again, sighing softly against her lips as they breathed in one another. His hands slowly ran up her arms, reaching around to the nape of her neck and playing with the hairs there.

Feeling her shiver against him, he felt bold enough to wrap his other hand around her waist to pull her closer to him. Bucky's heart was thumping wildly in his chest from just kissing her, her lips felt so soft and she tasted sweet enough that he dared to run his tongue over them.

Autumn whimpered softly as his lips slotted over hers and she grabbed the fabric from his costume, winding it in her fist. His tongue tentatively teased her bottom lip, and when she deepened the kiss, flames licked the inside of his belly. Bucky didn't think this would ever happen. He thought he would swallow these feelings and carry them until they went away, or he died.

He broke the kiss and they both took deep breaths. There are tears in both of their eyes.

"I never thought this would happen," she laughed.

"It's happening." He paused and swallowed hard, the words bubbling up in his throat so fast that he couldn't stop them. "I love you."

He closed his eyes as soon as the words escaped from his lips, afraid that he went too fast forward but he couldn’t hold it in any longer. It felt like his heart would combust any moment from the situation they were in, he wanted to confess every little feeling inside of his fluttering heart.

She was his whole world.

He only opened his eyes again when he felt her wet and soft lips against his nose, another one on his Cupid’s bow, and a deepened kiss on his lips.

She tugged on his lips and breathed out when pulling back, tears building in the corner of her eyes. “As I said, I’ve always loved you Bucky…so so much but I’m realizing that I love you more than just a friend, I want - I need more.”

"Whatever you need," he replied breathlessly as her fingers slid around the back of his neck to tangle into his hair. "I'll give it to you. Always."

Goosebumps erupted over his skin as she pulled him back into her kiss, their mouths moving more frantically. He kissed her until they both had to come up for air, gasping and smiling widely. Bucky would have given up all the oxygen in his body if it meant this would never end.

Autumn softly hissed in pain as his nose touched hers, causing him to whisper a soft "sorry" and begin to trail his lips down the warm slope of her jaw and neck.

"I wasn't done...kissing you," she panted as he laughed against her skin. His body felt like it was on fire, now that he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

"Well, I wanna kiss you, but I don't wanna hurt you so..." Bucky replied softly, lightly sucking at where her collarbone met her neck. "And there's a lot of you I haven't gotten to kiss yet."

Autumn whimpered quietly as Bucky grazed his teeth over her skin, tongue following suit as he worked her way up her ear.

“Vampire nun now, are we?” She giggled, fingers tugging at his hair to bring his mouth back to hers.

“Told you, pretty girl. I’d be anything for you,” Bucky mumbled between kisses, “how are you feeling?”

Autumn smiled, her eyes glistening with mischief as her hands pulled at his costume.

“I’d feel a lot better if you would take this off and show me the goods.”

Bucky's eyes widened at her words. He pulled back slightly and chuckled. "Is that so?"

He studied her face, her beautiful green eyes slightly blown out as she bit the corner of her lip and nodded. "Yeah ... that's if you're ok with it obviously and you want to."

He grasped her chin softly and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"I am and I very much want to. I want everything with you, Autumn. Are you sure?"

That last question was a mere whisper against her lips. Bucky felt her lips curl into a smile. "I am, Bucky."

He gave her one more kiss before he pulled back, grabbing hold of the bottom of his costume.

"As you wish," with that, Bucky pulled the nun dress over his head, taking the headpiece with it. His light brown waves messed up as they came off. He watched as Autumn’s eyes raked over him, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip. As confident as he was coming off, he could feel himself trembling slightly.

“Much better,” Autumn whispered as she took him all in. She stuck out her arms and beckoned him back to her.

He obliged quickly, and sat back down beside her, reaching up and pulling the elastic from the bottom of her braid, allowing her long curly red hair to let loose around her shoulders. Bucky tucked it behind her ear, trailing his fingertips down the side of her neck and across her throat.

“Autumn, you are so beautiful,” Bucky watched as her face took on an adorable rosy hue, brighter when he swiped his thumb across her lips. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he asked, “Is it okay if I take this off?” His hands were thankfully steady when he placed them on the strings of the corset.

“Please, it’s actually kind of tight,” she admitted, and Bucky hurriedly undid the strings, Autumn exhaling as he did so. He slid it off and onto the bed, admiring again how the dress looked on her, even more so now.

Bucky's eyes drifted down her body, seeing just how much she had changed over the course of the year. Hearing a soft giggle come from her, his eyes met her own and she smiled brightly at him, his heart leaping into his throat.

"Can I touch you?" He asked stumbling over his words, knowing that she had already her need for him, but he wanted to be sure. He didn't want to mess this up.

"Ye- Yes, please." She whispered, her breathy voice sending jolts of desire down his spine.

Buck kept his eyes on hers, watching as she pulled her bottom lip between her pearly teeth when he touched her legs, the gap between her dress and her boots providing a mouthwatering sight of her soft skin.

Her breath shuddered at his touch and he couldn't resist leaning down to press a few wet kisses on her neck down to her collarbone as his hands slowly started moving upwards, pushing her dress on the way up.

She moaned, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. Gently, Bucky dragged his teeth along her neck, relishing the sensation of goosebumps rising on her skin. His hand slid up her thigh and the two of them naturally fell back onto the bed. He wanted to climb on top of her, but he was still so unsure about what she liked, what she didn't like. Bucky's fingers slid up her dress, gently grazing the soft lace of her panties. When his eyes locked with hers, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and he swallowed hard.

"Nobody could ever hold a candle to you," he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

She bit her lip, tears in her eyes, her chin trembling. Bucky peppered her face with soft kisses as his large hand splayed out on her hip, thumb gently grazing warm skin and lace. Autumn's breath hitched.

"I'm nervous because I just... feel-you're so important to me."

Bucky nodded. "I've got you. Okay?"

“Okay”, She breathed, assuring him with a soft smile as she placed her hands around his waist, pulling him even closer.

He placed a delicate kiss on her lips, whispering against them “Tell me what you want me to do doll and I’ll help you out, how about that hm?”

She snuggled against his neck as her gorgeous whimpers sent a tingling feeling through his whole body, fingers drawing circles at her hips.

She took his hand and pulled it towards her center, his breath hitched when he felt a wet spot. “Like this, please.”

Bucky smirked against her forehead and he started to slowly draw eights with a thumb. She moaned against his skin, feeling her hot breath tickle his neck, sending fireworks through his body.

“I’ll be here for you Autumn, always.”

She whimpered as he pressed a little harder on her, feeling the soft cotton of her panties become soaked even further. Bucky watched her eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching at the rosy color of her cheeks and the parting of her lips.

"God, you're so fuckin' pretty," Bucky murmured.

Autumn's breaths began to sound higher in pitch as she squirmed against him, her hips rocking on his hand. Her nails scratched at his biceps and he grinned widely.

"Are you ready for more?" Bucky asked, earning a quick nod in response.

He laid kisses on each cheek and atop her nose before he sat back and smiled down at her. She looked ethereal, with a blissful smile on her lips, red hair splayed against the sheets beneath her. She was a dream, his dream.

"Can we take this dress off, sweetheart? As much as I love it, I really wanna feel you."

Autumn let out a giggle, and nodded again “Yes please..” She spoke quietly, sitting up just enough so he could pull the dress over her head.

They both let out some awkward chuckles, as it got a bit stuck in her hair, but once he got it free, Bucky chucked it to the side and ran his hands through her hair to smooth it back out. His eyes traced over her body as she laid back, trailing a hand gently back down her body, stopping to run his fingers gently over the front of her brassiere.

Bucky dipped his head and attached their lips in a soft but passionate kiss. “If you want to stop, just tell me okay?”

Autumn quickly kissed him again, “I will.. I want this Bucky. I want you” She smiled, cupping his cheek in her hand and meeting his eyes. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’m more than okay with this..” He whispered, leaning into her touch. “I just want you”

Bucky moved his hand back down, and once again softly swiped his finger against the fabric between her legs.

“Bucky,” Autumn whined and he grinned, loving the way his name sounded in her mouth. He bent down to kiss her again, tasting her as his finger slipped under her panties, sliding inside her.

They groaned in unison, Bucky lightly biting Autumn’s lip as he added a second finger, feeling her clench on him as he did.

“Fuck doll, that’s it, let me in,” he whispered against her lips.

The air around them filled with the sounds of her soft mewls and whimpers as she buried her face into his neck. Bucky curled his fingers within her, stretching her gently while making a come-hither motion, hoping to hit the spot that would make her toes curl.

"Oh-" She squeaked against his skin, her hips bucking against his hand. Bucky couldn't help but begin to grind his own hips into the mattress, his cock hard against the cushion and already he could feel the wet spot forming on his boxers.

The friction of the mattress and cloth of his boxer against his length proved to be too much as his breathing picked up. Bucky dipped his head, nipping gently at the swell of her breasts as he made his way down to her nipple, grazing it softly with his teeth, groaning as a sinful moan left her lips.

"Fuck! Bucky," her back arched beautifully into him, pushing her nipple further into his wet mouth and he was more than happy to continue just to hear the sweet, pleasure-filled sounds leaving her mouth.

He felt her hands threading through his hair as he left her nipple and nipped below the curve of her breast and the top of her stomach, Bucky's fingers never stopped their slow thrusts into her as he lifted his head to look at her writhing in pleasure above him.

Tugging on her brassiere with his teeth, feeling her breath hitch, "off?" He asked with a teasing raised eyebrow.

She nodded and eagerly shed her bra, sliding her hands behind her back and forcing it to arch. She looked beautiful like that and he made a mental note to see if he could make her do that again when he made her come.

Autumn tossed her bra somewhere in the room and whined, biting down on her lip as heavy, eager breaths filled the room and tension crackled like lightning between them. Bucky bit the bottom of her breast gently as he curled his fingers, pushing them gently against her g-spot. She gasped and he smiled as he began to drag his mouth down the soft curve of her belly. She looked down at him, her brows knit together. He didn't dare remove his fingers, only slowed his strokes.

"Bucky?"

Her gorgeous eyes glittered, and flecks of gold in her green eyes made his heart stop. He grinned despite his nervousness. "I haven't gotten to kiss all of you yet, angel. We've got to make up for a lot of lost time."

Her eyes widened slightly as she held in a breath, his mouth traveled further down while his eyes never left hers to stop at the center. Bucky’s lips grazed against the wet spot on her panties, inhaling the sweet and delicate scent of her that made him throb harder beneath.

She released a breathy moan when he kissed tenderly. God, she looked like a dream. Beautiful, pebbled, and perfectly pink nipples with her beautiful face, eyelids hanging low, and cheeks all rosy.

“These too?” He whispered softly.

“Y-yes, please Bucky” Her fingers were buried in his hair as she bit down on her lip. A beg to keep him going

The last kiss ended in a grin and he flipped them so he hovered over her, two fingers hooked under the hem of her panties to slowly pull them down along her velvety legs. He made sure to make his time to pepper them with kisses before he threw the panties aside. His mouth started to drool from what was revealed under, no more fabric between them to hide the preciousness, only his breath.

“Look at you…every part of you is so beautiful, Autumn…my Autumn.”

Bucky turned his head to continue pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, biting every few moments just to hear the pretty sounds that spilled from her lips.

"All yours, Bucky. Fuck," Autumn moaned as her head fell back once more.

He felt like he was vibrating, the blood rushing between his legs as he left marks on her skin. His hips moved desperately, begging for relief but he wanted to take his time. He'd waited so long to see her fall apart.

His tongue latched onto her swollen clit and her back arched off the bed. A smirk grew on his face as his tongue flicked her sensitive skin. He knew he could get her to do it again. A buzzing started in his ears that he couldn't shake, the immense satisfaction of knowing he was the one that was making her feel so good.

His blown-out ocean eyes flitted up, watching her bite her lips as her eyes started to roll back in her head.

"Don't hold back, baby, let me hear you. I wanna hear you," he moaned against her before diving back in. He was fucking starving for her.

Bucky licked a stripe between her lips lapping up her arousal. Devouring her as if she were his last meal in this life, and truly he wouldn’t have it be any other way.

He flicked her throbbing nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it with a moan. He rutted his hips against the mattress as her hands found a home in his hair, gripping it like a lifeline. More muffled moans spilled from his lips as he felt her thighs beginning to shake. He pulled back slightly peering up at her through his lashes, the thin rim of green lining her blown-out pupils felt hypnotizing. As he held eye contact with her he sucked his finger before circling her entrance and he placed wet kisses on her thighs.

“Come for me sweet girl.” He whispered, lips hovering over her clit as he slipped his finger inside her.

Autumn whined, and bucked her hips into his mouth, taking his finger in deeper as she felt him curling his finger to hit just the right spot. “Oh my god, Bucky!” She breathed, letting go of his hair with one hand and reaching for his free one.

He interlaced their fingers, allowing her to squeeze his hand tightly, as her vision turned white and she felt herself let go. Bucky kept sucking, helping her work through her orgasm as he lapped up every drop, enjoying the sweetness of the gorgeous girl beneath him.

Once she collapsed back onto the mattress, Bucky kissed and nipped his way back up her body, running his lips over her throat. “You’re okay sweetheart.. I’ve got you..” He whispered against her skin.

“Bucky... I need you, please.” She peered up at him.

He nodded and placed a wet, gentle kiss on her lips before sitting up and pulling off his Halloween-themed boxers, freeing his aching cock. He grasped it and pumped slowly, as he watched her move back and make herself comfortable, opening her legs just for him. Bucky climbed back on top of her, lining himself up with her entrance, and ran the backs of his fingers against her bruised cheek softly, “are you okay?”

“Never better,” she whispered back, hand gripping his fingers and bringing them to her mouth in a kiss. Taking his hand back, Bucky held himself steady as he began pressing in, braced up on his forearm by Autumn’s head, keeping them close. Their bodies stuck together with the sweat already covering them, as Bucky slid through Autumn’s wetness until he was buried to the hilt. They panted into each other’s mouths, gazes locked.

“Jesus, you’re perfect Autumn, perfect,” Bucky babbled as he did his best to hold still, waiting for her to adjust around him.

“Bucky, move, please,” she gasped and he groaned, hips immediately moving, slowly rocking back and forth until he was thrusting steadily.

"Feels..so..good." He gasped in between breaths as she felt him clench around him. "fuck" His entire body burned, not just with the heat of their bodies but everything he's ever felt for her in the past 15 years had been ignited the moment their lips touched.

Autumn arched her back against his body, her pleasure pulling them together like magnets as he hit that spot. "Bucky" She sobbed against his lips, her legs wrapping around him, heels digging into the muscle in his ass causing him to groan and smashing his lips to hers in a messy kiss.

Bucky could hear the party down below them. Music was blaring and people were laughing, but the only thing he gave a shit about was right in front of him. This year had been fucking painful without her. He'd gone on dates, but none of the girls compared to Autumn and her flaming red hair and bright green eyes. They didn't make him laugh the same way she did. He could hardly believe that she was here, in his arms, right now.

"It's okay," he murmured against her mouth. "I'm here, princess. I'm right here."

"I know," she sobbed. There were thick tears lingering in her eyes as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her. "You've always been here."

Bucky ran his lips along her jawline, trying his hardest to slow his hips. He wanted to savor this, but she was so warm and wet around him that his body was really fighting with his brain to stay focused. She had to come first. He was determined to make that happen.

"I'm gonna be so good to you," he promised, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.

The sentence that hung in the air was: Please don't let this be it.

A sob fell from her lips at his words.

He felt her nails dig into the skin on his back. Her heels and hands fighting to bring him impossibly closer but she didn’t know there was no fight to be had. Bucky wanted nothing more than to stay right here.

“I’m- I’m not leaving, Bucky. I can’t leave you again.” She breathed against his shoulder as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Bucky left a trail of wet kisses up her neck as he cupped the side of her face with his free hand to kiss the tears away. He sped up his hips slightly as he felt her cunt fluttering around him. His lips hovered above hers, their hot breaths and cries mixing together. He nudged her nose with his softly before placing a loving kiss on her lips. He watched as her lashes fluttered closed as he whispered sweet nothings against her cheeks and his thrusts got more erratic. Each one brought her closer to the edge.

She was right there, he could feel her.

“I love you,” he voiced between kisses. “Let go for me, Autumn, please.”

“I love you Bucky…” She sobbed, clenching herself around him and holding him as tightly to her body as she could.

Bucky felt a fire building in his lower belly, hearing those words come out of her mouth only bringing him closer to the edge. He prayed in his head that those words were as real to her as they were to him, and not just fleets of passion in the moment. This girl meant the world to him and he knew he would spend every second he could proving that to her. He was never going to let her slip away from him again.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me” He whispered against her mouth, before kissing her and taking in her moan.

Autumn fluttered and clenched around him, letting out a whimper as her hand reached behind her and squeezing the bedsheets in her fist. “Fuck Bucky...” She whined as she let herself go for a second time, moving to bury her face in his neck and ignoring the pain from the side of her face.

Feeling her let go was all the motivation Bucky needed, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His thrusts became erratic and uncontrolled, pushing himself over the edge and spilling into her as he peppered her face with wet, soft kisses, carefully around her bruises.

“So good, my best girl…I love you,” Bucky murmured, heart thumping as Autumn blinked tired, tear-stained eyes at him.

“I love you Bucky,” she replied, pulling him down to rest his head on her chest. He let her, sensing she needed to say more. “I mean that in every way because I’ve missed you in every way. This year was really hard, and I already knew I couldn’t be away from you anymore, so…I’m transferring. Here. Now. That’s partly why I’m in town- I’m moving in.”

Bucky needed to see her. He lifted his head, staring down at her in shock. “You’re…you’re staying? You’re not leaving me?” His heart was soaring, she was here, and she wasn’t going. Bucky swooped down, pressing kisses to Autumn’s cheeks, her forehead, and finally her lips.

A chorus of her giggles filled the room and the love he felt for her in that moment only dug further into his soul with the sound. "Say it again." He whispered, pulling back to search her eyes for any sort of cruel prank or fleeting joke. Instead, he was met with bright green eyes filled with adoration and a hint of fear for the unknown of their new status.

"I'm not leaving," Autumn whispered after a soft grin, her lips pressed to his before pulling back. "I'm staying here with you... where I belong."

It was Bucky's turn to giggle as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, never wanting to forget the feelings racing through him at that moment.

They held each other for a long time as the party raged on below them, but up here it was peaceful and quiet, and exactly what Bucky needed this entire year. He could smell her perfume, and groaned as he wrapped his legs around her.

"I'm glad you decided to stay, because I definitely would have accidentally popped a hole in your tire to keep you here another day."

She laughed. He loved her laugh. He always had.

"I knew you would say that."

"So predictable, huh?" He asked as he looked up at her.

Autumn grasped his chin and kissed him softly.

"Sometimes you still take me by surprise, sugar."

Bucky let out a soft giggle at the nickname and they rubbed their noses together.

"I meant what I said when I was gonna be good to you."

"I believe you," Autumn whispered. "You always have been good to me."

“Only the best for my best girl, always” he sealed his promise with a kiss and he felt her smile against his lips.

“Ditto, my best guy”

They shared one more kiss before Bucky pulled back slightly and brushed her hair behind her ear, examining the bruise on her cheek intently.

“Babe, you know you can’t just will it away by looking at it right?” she laughed.

“Yeah…how many kisses do you think it’ll take though?” He scrunched his nose up grimacing at his own words, while he saw her eyes light up as she did her best to stifle a laugh.

“That was really cheesy, right?”

“Oh extremely, but we can still try though.” She said with a smile.

Bucky placed a soft kiss on her bruise before propping himself up on his elbow and asking her if she’d like to head back to what’s left of the party or stay in. After deciding on going back downstairs at least for a bit, he grabbed Autumn a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for his dresser as well as some for himself.

The two of them dressed, Bucky sneaking glances at his beautiful redhead across the room from him, as she pulled his t-shirt over her head. His heart was soaring, and he felt like he couldn’t wipe this stupid grin off his face even if he tried. This night had been everything he wanted and more. She was his. Finally.

He let out a sigh, and walked over to her, as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. He took her face gently between his hands and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Autumn, placed her hands on his waist and nodded. With that, Bucky reached down and took his hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze, as the two of them emerged from his bedroom. There was still a considerable amount of people downstairs, mostly gathered in the kitchen, all chanting something and looking excited.

Sam jogged over to them as they walked down the stairs, “You guys have to come to see this! They’re seeing how much ice fits in Roger’s bacon costume with him still in it and…” He stopped, eyes flitting between the two of them. “You had sex didn’t you?”

“Shut up, Wilson…” Bucky warned, trying his best to bite back a smile.

“Thank god!” He groaned, throwing his head back and squeezing between Bucky and Autumn, throwing his arms around their shoulders. He looked over at Autumn, “If I had to listen to this one whine for another year about how much he missed you, I was gonna kick him out a window”

Autumn giggled, and raised her eyebrow over at Bucky, as he brought his free hand up to rub his forehead. He moved, to shove Sam off the two of them and reattached himself to Autumn, snaking his hand around her waist. “I said shut up, Wilson” Bucky repeated, allowing his full smile out as he looked down at the girl in his arms.

“I’m just kidding! I’m happy for you man” Sam smiled at them. “Seriously though, come check out Steve! He’s on the verge of hypothermia” He laughed.

Bucky rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on Autumn's temple. “It’s not too late to go back upstairs…” He mumbled into her hair.

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Maya!! Hello lovely! 💕💕 Thank you for all you bring to this fandom. You are so beautiful inside and out and I’m so glad we crossed paths. I hope we continue to get to know each other. If you’re still taking prompts, how about some pre-war Stucky with slow dancing on a fire escape? ☺️💙💙

Hiii honey, thank you so much for your kind words, you really really are too sweet 🥺💖💖 I’m so grateful I got to meet you on here, read your amazing writing and get to know you a little better, you’re so wonderful and incredibly kind 💕💕💕

And thank you so so much for your prompt!! I love pre war stucky more than life itself 💖 and I actually had a bunch of thoughts about them dancing, which I wrote down in some rambling thoughts here: stucky + music. So I definitely loved writing this one, hope you enjoy 💛💛

Stucky + Dancing, 1.4k, T

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“Here, you want to dance here??”, Steve looks at Bucky in confusion. Sure, they’ve slept on the fire escape, sat side by side there more times than he can count. But it’s not like there’s a lot of space for movement. And while it’s evening, it’s not fully dark yet and he’s not sure what people would think, what they would say, if they saw the two of them dancing together.

Bucky smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “Yeah, we don’t need more space”, he says, moving in closer to Steve. He shivers when Bucky places the palm of his hand on his lower back. “Come on Stevie”, Bucky gestures with his other hand for Steve to take in his. His palms are sweaty, his stomach fluttering. At Bucky’s raised eyebrow, he puts his one hand in Bucky’s, awkwardly places his other hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Their height difference couldn’t be more obvious now, his arm stretched, fingers barely grasping onto that shoulder. Bucky pushes lightly on his lower back, bringing him in closer. “There, that’s better”, he rumbles, and Steve can feel Bucky’s breath on his face then, notices how close they are, how there’s barely any space between them. He looks up, eyes immediately focused on how pink and soft Bucky’s lips are, not able to think about anything but what feeling those on his would be like, that and the light pressure of Bucky’s hand on his back.

He’s shaken out of his reverie by the look of those lips curling up, the chuckle that follows. “Eyes are up here, punk”, Bucky teases, and Steve curses his Irish complexion, knowing his cheeks are turning redder than red, but he looks up defiantly anyway. He’s about to respond, tries to think of a better comeback than “what are you talking about”, because well, he was looking, but when his eyes meet Bucky’s, all those thoughts melt away.

The look in those grey-blue eyes - and Steve’s not too religious but he thanks god every day for this, the beauty of that color, his favorite color and bringing that into his life - is fond, hopeful, maybe even a little scared. He’s sure he must be gaping at Bucky now, mouth wide open, incapable of saying anything. “Are you okay?” Bucky asks, worry clear in his voice.

Steve coughs, and he knows it’s not subtle, that Bucky must thing he’s being weird. So he tries for something that’s…not untrue . “I- I’m just nervous. I don’t know how to dance Buck, I’ll just step on your toes, especially with how little space we have here and…”, he tries, but Bucky shakes his head, looks at him fondly again.

“That’s why I’m trying to teach you, punk, just trust me. You can step on my feet, I don’t mind. But I’m sure you’ll be better at it than you think. Do you… do you trust me?”, Bucky says, and Steve can hear the uncertainty in his voice, feels how Bucky’s hand leaves less pressure on his back, like he’s trying to take it away. Panicking a little, he grabs onto Bucky’s arm at the elbow, tightens his grip on Bucky’s hand that’s in his.

“Of course- of course I trust you Buck. Trust you more than anyone. Only trust you, really”, he rushes out, and he doesn’t think he imagines the pure look of relief on Bucky’s face, or that hopeful look returning to his eyes. Before he can worry too much about having been too revealing, or let himself get lost in those eyes again, sigh, he places his hand back on Bucky’s shoulder, nudging him a little. “So, are we dancing or not?”

Bucky chuckles, but puts some light pressure on his back again, looks down at him. “Alright, alright. So just follow my lead okay? I’m gonna take one step forward like this, move my other foot to the side”, and Steve realizes that yeah, maybe he should be looking at what his feet are doing, stepping back just in time, “and then sway a little”, he says, moving their bodies slowly, “and then take on step back, to the side again”, and then he’s moving their bodies again in a slow swaying motion. “And then we do that again”, Bucky says, his voice now quieter, and they keep repeating those same couple of steps, slowly moving around the fire escape.

Steve only steps on Bucky’s toes once or twice. They’re mostly perfectly in sync in a simple slow dance. He can’t bring himself to ask Bucky if he wouldn’t be better off learning something a little faster, like what he sees people do at those dance halls when Bucky drags him along. He’s just enjoying this too much. He’s stopped looking at his feet a long time ago, now just staring up at Bucky’s face, looking away and off to the side if he stares back for too long.

Eventually Bucky slows them down to just a sway. “That wasn’t to bad was it”, he whispers, and Steve stares up, doesn’t dare look away from the soft look on his friend’s face, the way his eyes glitter now it’s completely dark outside and there’s just the light of a street lamp lighting their way. But Bucky doesn’t look away either, and the intense look in his eyes, the feeling of their bodies being so close to each other, the tension Steve thinks he feels between them…it makes him more bold.

He steps even closer to him, takes his hand out of Bucky’s hold and places it on Bucky’s chest. He can feel him take a deep inhale , the slow rise and fall of it. He takes his own deep breath, moves the hand that was on Bucky’s shoulder up, up until it’s resting on the side of his neck. He feels like he’s trembling, adrenaline rushing through him, and when Bucky stays quiet, he instantly regrets all of it and is about to move away, run off and hide.

But Bucky’s hand takes a hold of his wrist, presses it harder against his chest. Steve still doesn’t know where to look, afraid to show the need, desperation in his eyes. Bucky lightly squeezes his wrist. “Close your eyes”, Bucky whispers, and Steve, Steve can’t do anything but listen, and as soon as he does, he feels Bucky’s breath ghost over his lips. “‘m gonna kiss you now”, he says, and Steve can almost feel the words vibrate on his own lips.

It’s nothing like he thought it would be, it’s everything like he’d hoped it would be. It’s a soft press of Bucky’s lips against his at first, the featherlight touch of them soft and warm, gone too quickly. But they return a moment later with more fervor, pressing harder against his, and he’s helpless to do anything but return it, and it’s a lot of bumping of teeth and noses but it’s perfect . The touch of Bucky’s tongue against his lips makes him gasp, and when Bucky uses that opportunity to deepen the kiss, Steve feels like he never wants to do anything else, wishes he could crawl inside him and never leave, the warmth, his taste, it’s overwhelming but in the best way.

They get lost in each other for a while, and Steve feel like his head is swimming, but one thought makes it through the fog and he jumps back from Bucky like he’s been burned. “Buck, Bucky, what if people see, what if people saw!”, he whisper-shouts, starting to panic. Bucky bites his lip, seems to consider it for a while. Then he moves closer to Steve, crowds him against the wall, one hand next to Steve’s face, the other caressing his cheek, trying to calm him down. Or turn him on, Steve’s not actually sure. He trembles either way. “What did I say about trusting me huh? Don’t worry baby, it’s dark enough, I’m sure no one saw.”, he murmurs, smirking a little, eyes dancing mischievously.

“But hey, you’re right, should probably go inside”, he says, completely removing himself from Steve’s space. He feels like he’s suffering from whiplash, going from kissing Bucky to panicking to being manhandled against the wall to feeling cold when the pressure of Bucky’s body against his leaves him. He’s frozen in place for a little while, but then Bucky speaks up again, his voice low and teasing. “Unless you don’t want me to teach you more… dancing ”, he says, and Steve would laugh at him for the bad line, but he’s way too eager. He scrambles to follow Bucky inside, knees weak, more than ready to be taught.

#maya’s follower celebration #maya tries to write #pre war stucky my beloved 💖#stucky #fic

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