#fiery Snow

[fieriframes]

[Off of my hand. Flew a snow white dove. Watch it disappear into the sun. Your's a halo. For dreams that sounded does. Words are all on the page. And tears and blood.]

#s25e08 big food small towns #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #snow white dove #hand #sun #halo #dreams #words #page #tears #blood

[unlikely-adversaries-bracket]

R1M7

@murderer-tournament - link to post

@fireguy-tournament - link to post

#president snow #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #mario #nintendo #fire guy from mulan #mulan #guy fieri #food network

[mandalorianchronicles]

Corporate would like you to find the difference between these two pictures...

#din djarin #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #dinbo #jon snow #ygritte #you know nothing jon snow #you know nothing din djarin #fiery redheads and their sad puppy men

[brian-in-finance]

Outlander Watch S05E06 Better To Marry Than Burn

Connecting The 🟡 Dots

🟡 ⚜️👑 Season Five to One to Seven

The Show

The soldier looks to see that the Dragoon Lieutenant is heading back to his horse. As Morna walks back to the carriage, her SHOE gets stuck in the MUD.

The soldier bends down to help her -- as he does, he spies something STRAPPED UNDERNEATH THE CARRIAGE: a WOODEN BOX….

He’s slid the box out from its fastenings and has opened it to reveal BARS OF GOLD. He holds one up, engraved with a FLEUR DE LIS.

Official Script S05E6 Better To Marry Than Burn

Gifs: @lochiels

The Book

It was a company of English soldiers, Cumberland’s men. Arriving too late to join in the victory at Culloden, they were inflamed by news of it—but frustrated at not sharing in the battle, and only too ready to wreak what vengeance they could on fleeing Highlanders.

Always a quick thinker, Hector had sunk back in the corner of the coach at sight of them, his head bent and a shawl pulled over it, pretending to be an aged crone, sunk in sleep. Following his hissed instructions, Jocasta had leaned out of the window, prepared to pose as a respectable lady traveling with her daughter and mother.

The soldiers had not waited to hear her speech. One yanked open the door of the coach, and dragged her out. Morna, panicked, had leapt out after her, trying to pull her mother away from the soldier. Another man had grabbed the girl, and dragged her back, so that he stood between Jocasta and the coach.

“Another minute, and they meant to have ‘Grannie’ out on the ground as well—and then they would find the gold, and it would be all up wi’ all of us.”

A pistol shot startled all of them into momentary immobility. Leaning from the coach’s open door, Hector had fired at the soldier holding Morna—but it was dusk and the light was poor; perhaps the horses had moved, jostling the coach. The shot struck Morna in the head.

“I ran to her,” Jocasta said. Her voice was hoarse, her throat gone dry and thick. “I ran to her, but Hector jumped out and seized me. The soldiers were all standing, staring with the shock. He dragged me back, into the coach, and shouted to the groom to drive, drive on!”

She licked her lips and swallowed, once.“‘She is dead,’ he said to me. Over and over, ‘She is dead, you cannot help,’ he said, and held me tight when I would have thrown myself from the coach in my despair.”

The Fiery Cross, Chapter 53

🟡 ⚜️ 👑

The Show

My father was a Fraser. A younger half-brother to the present master... Colum and Dougal... my mother was Ellen, the elder sister of Colum and Dougal. Colum wished my mother to marry Malcolm Grant. — Jamie Fraser

Transcript S01E07 The Wedding

Instagram S01E07 The Wedding

The Book

“Oh, aye. Ellen was the eldest o’ the six MacKenzie bairns—a year or two older than Colum, and the apple of auld Jacob’s eye. That’s why she’d gone so long unwed; wouldna ha’ aught to do wi’ John Cameron or Malcolm Grant, or any of the others she might have gone to, and her father wouldna force her against her will.”

When old Jacob died, though, Colum had less patience with his sister’s foibles. Struggling desperately to consolidate his shaky hold on the clan, he had sought an alliance with Munro to the north, or Grant to the south. Both clans had young chieftains, who would make useful brothers-in-law. Young Jocasta, only fifteen, had obligingly accepted the suit of John Cameron, and gone north. Ellen, on the verge of spinsterhood at twenty-two, had been a good deal less cooperative. — Old Alec

Outlander/Cross Stitch, Chapter 24

🟡 ⚜️ 👑

The Show

There were three of us when the gold came ashore from France. Dougal MacKenzie took one-third and Hector Cameron another. I was the third man, tacksman to Malcolm Grant, who sent me… But it came too late to make a difference to the cause. So Grant used it for the good of the clan. I dinna know what Dougal did with his, but Hector Cameron, he fled. He was a traitor. And his wife wi' him. I only had to set eyes on River Run to see where the gold had been spent. But not all of it. — Arch Bug

Transcript S07E03 Death Be Not Proud

IMDb S07E03 Death Be Not Proud

The Book

“Ye were the third man, were ye not?” Jamie asked, disregarding this. “When the gold was brought ashore from France. Dougal MacKenzie took one-third, and Hector Cameron another. I couldna say what Dougal did with his—gave it to Charles Stuart, most likely, and may God have mercy on his soul for that. You were tacksman to Malcolm Grant; he sent ye, did he not? You took one-third of the gold on his behalf. Did ye give it to him?”

Arch nodded, slowly.

“It was given in trust,” he said, and his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and spat, the mucus tinged with black. “To me, and then to the Grant—who should have given it in turn to the King’s son.”

“Did he?” Jamie asked, interested. “Or did he think, like Hector Cameron, that it was too late?”

It had been; the cause was already lost at that point—no gold could have made a difference. Arch’s lips pressed so tightly together as almost to be invisible.

“He did what he did,” he said shortly. “What he thought right. That money was spent for the welfare of the clan. But Hector Cameron was a traitor, and his wife with him.”

A Breath Of Snow And Ashes, Chapter 124

🟡 ⚜️ 👑

Remember Ellen Fraser’s connection to the third man?

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Outlander #Connections #The Frenchman’s Gold #S01E07 The Wedding #Outlander/Cross Stitch #Chapter 24 #S05E06 Better To Marry Than Burn #The Fiery Cross #Chapter 53 #S07E03 Death Be Not Proud #A Breath Of Snow And Ashes #Chapter 124

[pinkeoni]

cannot fucking stand lucy gray baird. annoying ass bitch

#this is no hate to rachel zegler. she acted the role given to her very well and she obviously has a great voice #but i hate theater kids #they ignite something so primal in me #i relate so much to that girl sitting next to snow who thought she was being cringe during her reaping 😭 #her dress is ugly (and i know that’s the point) #her singing is cringe #she reminds me of girls from my high school who would randomly start singing because they wanted compliments #ive just never felt such a fiery hatred for a character before #and i think its all because shes a theater kid

[pikmoms]

Bulborbs/Bulblaxes Relationships

Empress and Emperor are parents to Red/Spotty, Bulbear, Orange, Fiery, Hairy/Snow, and Whiptongue

#pikmoms au #pikmin #bulborb #bulblax #empress #emperor #spotty #bulbear #orange #fiery #snow #whiptongue

[maddmuses]

Yūyake Kuchiki (朽木 夕焼; Kuchiki Yūyake)

Faceclaim: Kaguya Shinomiya

Date of Birth: July 25 Place of Birth: Kuchiki Manor, Seireitei, Soul Society Rank: Great Noble Clan Noble (Main Branch Member) Species: Shinigami-Born Soul

Appearance Self-described (in a fashion reminiscent of her aunt) as the “Zenith of Traditional Japanese Beauty” Yūyake is both beautiful and petite, standing only slightly taller than her aunt by the time she’s finished growing. Possessed fair features and dark hair, she bears a strong resemblance to her father, though with red eyes due to a rare condition called “Ocular Albinism” which is seen infrequently in women.

From her mother, Yūyake is said to have inherited significant beauty, particularly in the shape of her eyes, which are wide and almond-like, but with a burning intensity thanks to their color.

Known to frequently wear her hair up, and traditional noble clothing, as a young woman in the living world she’ll dress stylishly, but also conservatively. She tends to favor dresses over skirts. In general, though, Yū is known to borrow clothes in the mortal world, from friends and the like.

Personality Her father’s daughter, Yūyake is often described as “haughty” and “refined”. Raised to be the ideal of Soul Society nobility, Yūyake speaks with a measured and formal form of speech, while almost never neglecting to use honorifics appropriate to the person she speaks of. Though she is eager, and shoulders the responsibility of first daughter of a great noble clan seriously, she has something of a short-fuse, and a streak of letting her temper get the better of her.

While known to try and stay composed, her ire is easy to draw if you place yourself in the girl’s way of what she wants, and it shows on her sleeve with ease. Though she will immediately chastise herself for such “unladylike” behavior, as one of the core values of Yūyake as a person is feminity. Yūyake enjoys her time with hobbies such as crafts, but particularly Ikebana, Naginatajutsu (as well as various other polearms), Kyūdō, and Calligraphy. 

Raised in her position of privilege, though, this particular lady can often be described as bossy and demanding, being that she knows what she wants. This is coupled with a lack of fear about expressing it, given that she frequently contends with her own father, a notably intimidating person, to seek out many of those things that she might want. This further might inform her “entitled” behavior that the young woman is known to express from time to time, particularly when dealing with people who aren’t obligated, or wanting to, give Yūyake her way.

Ultimately a caring person, though, Yūyake associates herself with progressive movements within the Seireitei, and particularly is an advocate for democratic-style restorations for Soul Society’s government, with elected officials having a seat at the table, similar to noble ones.

Relationships Byakuya Kuchiki (Father): Yūyake adores and respects her father. Having been doted on, and spoiled, as a child she has a close relationship with her father, even if it seems like they’re detached or awkward. Ino Yamanaka (Mother): Portrayed by @miragefactory​ Ino is somewhat a role model to Yūyake and she aspires to be like her, specifically in that she is beautiful, elegant, and doesn’t allow barriers to halt her from her desires in life. Yūyake has also been slightly spoiled by her mother, who has been known to give her things she might want, when her father refuses. Ginrei Kuchiki (Grandfather): Probably the only person who Yūyake is intimidated by. Though she has an affection to her grandfather, her temperament around him is more detached and “appropriate” for a relationship between noble relatives. Rukia Kuchiki (Aunt): Mutual adoration defines this relationship. Yūyake similarly to her mother, sees Rukia as a standard to aspire to, and has even mimicked some of her behaviors and attitudes.

Biography To be described and elaborated on.

Abilities and Skills -Great Noble Clan Reiryoku: As is typical for anyone in a Great Noble Clan, Yūyake expresses a great amount of natural Spiritual Pressure, without significant training already being on the par of a lieutenant.

-Shunpo Practitioner: With ongoing training from her father, Yūyake is considered a proficient user of Shunpo. Theoretically, she is skilled enough in the technique to use it effectively in combat.

-Kido Expert: Another discipline learned from her father, Yūyake is considered highly-advanced in Demon Arts. There have been rumors of recruitment into the Kido Corps given her expression of talent.

-Polearms Expert: Highly practiced in these fighting forms, Yūyake pursues them because of the Naginata’s status as a “feminine” weapon, but has extended her sphere of study to various polearms, rather than the one. She is known to be able to fight off several opponents armed with katanas, when armed with a long stick built for training.

-Archery Practitioner: More of a dabbler in the art than anything, kyūdō has a similar appeal to Yūyake as Naginatajutsu. However, due to archery being more associated with Quincy, there are is a shortage of instruction in Soul Society, even for the more traditionally Japanese-styled version of the fighting style.

-Artist: Trained in a few forms of traditional Japanese crafts and art, from her parents, flower arranging, calligraphy, and fan-craft are Yūyake’s favorites. Most days she busies herself with her artistic pursuits, when not studying history, or learning of what she needs to someday lead the clan as its head.

#A Fiery Bow Among Alabaster Snow (Yūyake Kuchiki)

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

I swear, I feel like we have enough to have a season of the fandom version of Unsolved Mysteries at this point.

Episode 1: What happened to the GoT finale, the throne room scene changeup, and what was being hidden for Jon?

Episode 2: What happened to the SPN finale and those 11 missing scenes?

Episode 3: What happened to Cas and the alleged 1.5 episodes Misha had left to shoot after 15x18 production was wrapped that he told Michael Sheen about?

Episode 4: What really happened on the set of Don't Worry Darling and is Chris Pine okay?

Episode 5: What happened to that future vision scene shot for Twilight's Eclipse that is permanently MIA and everyone pretends doesn't exist?

Episode 6: What happened with Destiel and the continuously growing list of missing dialogue/scenes where Dean mentions how important Cas was to him?

Episode 7: What is going on with this SPN prequel?

Episode 8: Where did the Ghost fighting scenes that were shot for 8x03 go?

Like wtf is going on...I want answers. And not bs answers.

Enough with the bs. That being said...

Here's hoping we'll get picked up for a full season.

#no in all seriousness #just wft is going on #spn #got #game of thrones #destiel #castiel #jon snow #daenerys #ghost #twilight eclipse #blogstuff #spn prequel critical #putting that tag due to the fiery landscape we're in atm #got finale critical #i'm tired

[fierifiction]

And there was still a lot of soft snow in the bush. We.Mabel just kept saying, Oh my god, why did I see that? and I said, I don't know, I can't tell you, but you made you feel so close to death because you saw that we're fighting. And we didn't believe it and we didn't even believe it. Like, 'Oh my god, if it looked like this, it made you feel like God loves you.

#s23e07 beef it up #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #soft snow #lot #bush

[bypoisedapples]

Love hearing @cxnscience go “ Oh yeah Fiery made Sneezy “ and fUCKING RUNNING TO TUMBLR.    HJELLO

#✧Guess there's no one home~! ( ooc ) #FIERY HOLDING UP THE FUCKING SNOW WHITE WORLD HERE

[mxwhore]

i need to go back to the Antarctic Circle Right Now

#ok i didnt live in the antarctic circle per se but FOR REFERENCE #its fucking may. are you gonna tell me i cant wear a hoodie in fucking may?? because i get cooked alive?? #jesus christ i need a binder #or six months of unadulterated mania under a fiery red sky in a city where the the sun never sets #i miss the snow #and the mountain range that appeared and disappeared as it wanted across the sea #WAAAAA #septiembre en la patagonia x favor diosito escuchame #tessas txt

[fieriframes]

[Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. Wipe my nose, get my new boots on. I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter. I put my hand in my father's glove.]

#s01e10 diners-a-plenty #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #new boots #snow #mittens #nose #heart #winter #hand #father #glove

[sheltiechicago]

Fiery Heart

by Juan Yijin

The HONOR Magic Moments Mobile Photography Awards 2023

#juan yijin #photographer #the honor magic moments mobile photography awards #fiery heart #winter #snow

[blazingbrawler]

X, X

#fiery firecracker (yang) #snow angel (weiss) #black the beast (blake)

[queenpiranhadon]

𖤓⎸⎸ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⎸⎸𖤓

A/N: You all voted on this poll, and this poll, and this poll, and after a LOT of voting, I present you this :) BIG thanks to @that-multi-fandom-hijabi for beta reading this go follow her writing acc rn (@novaaaaaa-writes). Here's my masterlist! Divider made by @cafekitsune

Warning(s): Enemies to lovers trope, mentions of burning, stabbing, blood, bad descriptions of both fire of water (ice, snow ?) bending, Zuko is whipped, just a little confused about it, reader is a baddie, water benders unite (not me tho), reader is GN but written with f!reader in mind, reader looks non-threatening, is underestimated a lot, this takes place at the end of season one, I think that's it

Pairing: Prince Zuko x GN!Reader

“You shouldn’t be here” you glare, your gaze sending shivers down his spine. 

But that could just be because of all the snow and ice surrounding the both of you. 

The fire prince remains unfazed though, his amber eyes sweeping over your form- assessing the threat you posed. 

He could take you down in seconds. 

Zuko doesn’t respond to your jab though, because he knew you were wrong. He had to be here, it was the only way he could finally receive his father’s favor- as the heir and as the son of Firelord Ozai. It was his duty, his honor. 

And he wasn’t going to let a non-threatening waterbender get in the way of that. 

Reaching back, he unsheathes his dual swords, the glint of the waning moonlight reflecting the dangerous glint in his eye. 

And yet you didn’t back down.  

Pooling some water from your waterskin, you assumed the stance you had trained yourself to take whenever you honed your skills. One with the water, one with the ice.  

‘Power should flow, not force itself” Master Pakku had told you once.  

People had always underestimated your skills, saying you were better suited for healing. But after showing Master Pakku how you could use your bending to control the falling snow around you, he gave you a chance.  

He had told you to let the power settle in your body before releasing, instead of forcing it out immediately. Conceal and then control. 

You met Zuko’s fiery gaze with an icy one of your own. You were going to protect your home.  

With a yell, you form flurries of snow, whipping around your form as you channel your strength to change the form of your flurry, snow turning to water, water turning to sharp daggers of pure ice.  

Zuko scowls, setting his hands ablaze and you run at each other, fire meeting ice.  

Time slows down, as the intensity of your elements picks up, until all you could hear was the steady thump – thump – thump – of your heart, and the roar of crystalline knives swirling around you. 

Flames lick the side of your leg, wincing as the raw burn of the fire sears through your skin in white-hot pain. Razor sharp icy shards cut into Zuko’s skin, finding chinks in his armor, piercing his flesh and drawing blood. 

The snow beneath the both of you was dotted red now, both of you staring at each other, panting heavily.  

“You really shouldn’t be here.” you repeat again, but this time, it was barely a whisper, swallowing down tears as the cold wind of the Northern Water Tribe stung your gaping wounds. 

Zuko growls, grunting in pain as he pulls a shard of ice out of his skin. “I don’t take orders from a little waterbender” he spat, venom dripping from his words. 

You reciprocate with a snide comment of your own. “This ‘little waterbender’ just sunk 5 icicles into your skin.” 

Zuko was just about ready to tear your head off, hands igniting with vermillion flames before you collapse, the burns along your thigh and calf were much more severe than either of you realized.  

You choke out a sob of pain but keep your control of the water left in your waterskin. You couldn’t die, not today, and not at the hands of the prince of the Fire Nation.  

Zuko’s heart throbs unexpectedly, the look on your face too familiar for comfort. The face of someone who worked so desperately hard, only for all that effort to go down the drain. But he didn’t care for you. He couldn’t- couldn’t grow attachment to a non-threatening waterbender. Yet you sat there on the snow, dotted with blood, with that raw look in your eyes. His flames extinguished, without him meaning to.  

You flinched as he threw his swords down frustrated, impaling themselves into the nearby snow mound, standing straight up. 

He stomps over to you, and you frantically move back, but your leg flares up in pain again, and you yelp, hissing in pain. 

“Stop moving, you’ll make it worse.” he says, glaring at you, but not as intensely as he had before.  

You want to scream, kick him, punch him, anything, but your body betrays you as he sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you to the nearest place he can find, where he can keep you safe. You feel his strong arms hook under your knees and under your back, holding you securely to his firm chest. Even through his armor, he radiates warmth, a gentle heat, unlike the flames he threw at you merely minutes ago.  

He hates this, with every fiber in my being, his voice screaming at him to drop you and burn your frail body to a crisp, vengeance for the blood dripping from his own body, but he keeps moving, step after painstaking step. 

You try to stay awake, you really do, yet channeling so much energy from your battle, the numb throb in your lower leg, and the comforting heat radiating off the fire prince who refuses to look at you, you slip into unconsciousness.  

Zuko feels a weight press against his chest, and he huffs, honey-colored eyes catching onto the details of your face, the curve of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips as you nuzzle into his armor unintentionally, how pretty you were when you were at peace. 

He stops himself there, reprimanding himself for thinking such things. He can’t have feelings for the enemy. 

And yet, even as he and his troops head home, battle wearing and dejected from the loss of a major battle, Zuko can’t help but think about his little waterbender.  

*** 

When you wake up, the kind woman tending to you tells you all about the mysterious and handsome man who carried your sleeping form across the entire Northern Water Tribe because he didn’t know where the healing center was.  

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #prince zuko #zuko #avatar of the last airbender #atla #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko x you #prince zuko x y/n #water bender reader #help 'power should flow not force itself'?? #I have mixed thoughts about this #zuko x y/n #avatar the last airbender #zuko avatar #zuko avatar the last airbender

[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

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