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Panties In A Twist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 8.8k

Summary: Jay and Charlie invited your Saturday dancing group over to their place for dinner and drinks. But after New York, you and Bucky have some new developments to explore before you can join your friends.

Ch 14 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 13 | Ch. 15

Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral- fem rec, fingering, overstimulation? handjob, shower shenanigans], Bucky Barnes is the softest man alive and I want one, a lot of italics, that’s it it’s just filth

AN: I know you see the tags, no I’m not gonna talk about it 😂 @deceiverofgodss thanks for sharing your brain cells, I love you 💛

Gif from @unearthlydust (this whole gifset just fits, okay? its so pretty)

Things had changed in New York. Good things. Great things. This relationship Bucky was in with you, this life with you was nothing short of bliss, and he wanted to soak up every single second of it.

Much to his disappointment, Monday morning brought the reminder that you still had to go into work, putting a damper on his desire to curl up in bed and hide you away from the world. But it didn’t stop him from waking you up softly in the mornings and kiss you languidly as you were walking out the door, which he shouldn’t have been as pleased with himself as he was each time you left a little bit late because of it.

He made up for lost time each afternoon by wrapping you in his overflowing affection when you got home. He could confidently say that you hadn’t gotten through a single meal this week without being pulled into the kitchen to dance, his need to have you close overpowering. And even though you sat down to watch your new show multiple times through the week, you were only about three episodes in since you kept having to rewind it, interrupted by too many impromptu make-out sessions to count.

The hardest part of it all was figuring out what to do with himself during the day while you were at work. He’d made more “progress” on his amends than anticipated – though they weren’t doing shit to improve his nightmares like Raynor kept insisting – and he had accompanied Yori on a handful of different outings, but he only had the stomach to bear those for so long. And Bucky didn’t like lounging around in his own apartment much anymore, finding it too bland and empty. It only served to remind him where he started, and how much your apartment felt like home.

That first day he’d had nothing else to do, he’d emptied the dishwasher. Another day he dusted all of the areas you were too short to reach. And last night after realizing you had laundry to take care of, he’d piped up to offer his help, which had resulted in teaching him how you liked doing your laundry – and subsequently, how to use the machine.

Which led him to where he was now, spending his Friday afternoon folding a basket of your combined laundry with another load in the dryer. And if he was being completely fair, most of this first basket was his. So when he reached into the hamper and pulled out something lacy and delicate and…

Oh.

He should have been embarrassed by the fact that his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your underwear… if he could even call them that. But he was just a man. A man from the 1940s no less. The thought of you in nothing but nothing but these tiny, see-through panties, accentuating your already perfect ass… he didn’t stand a chance.

The longer he thought about that sight, painting you up like his own personal pin-up poster in his head, the weaker he got. He’d tried to set them aside and forget about them, bury them in your pile of clothes so they were out of sight entirely, but the boner straining against his jeans didn’t allow him that luxury.

Bucky had managed to finish folding the laundry and setting it aside to put away later, though not without his mind wandering to other places. How often did you wear them? Why hadn’t he noticed you wearing them? Why did you hide it from him? Was it part of a matching set?

He was a goner. He wasn’t going to be able to ignore this one, he would have to do something about it or else he was going to implode. He went to glance at his watch to see how long it would be until you got home, not wanting to risk an awkward situation, but the second he did his phone buzzed in his pocket.

River and I managed to sneak away early, I’m on my way home as we speak!! 🙌

Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He could wait until you got home, he could absolutely wait for you. As he went to reply, he saw you typing out another message.

We don’t have to be at Jay and Charlie’s for dinner until later tonight, maybe we could watch a few episodes of our show until we have to go?

That does sound fun, but I have something else in mind.

I’m all ears, whatcha got planned??

You’ll just have to find out when you get here.

…

You were almost giddy in anticipation when you reached the top of the stairs to your apartment, Bucky’s mysterious plans for the evening having spurred your imagination the whole drive home. But as you turned your key in the lock, you still had no clue what he could possibly have up his sleeve, pushing the door open in the hopes that you’d have your answers soon.

But you were coming home to Bucky Barnes. You should have known better.

Stepping into your apartment, you smiled wide when you found the culprit sitting back on the couch waiting for you. God he was a sight… Legs spread wide as he took up as much room as possible, and a smug grin on his face as he watched you take your shoes off at the door.

“Hi, Buck!” you called sweetly as you hung your purse up beside his leather jacket.

“Hey baby,” he replied, his voice deep and velvety. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your body reacted to it, a little bit of his Brooklyn peeking out with the endearment. Turning back around to face him, you saw that he’d leaned a little further back to prop his arms up against the back of the couch, silently inviting you to come join him. You didn’t need to be asked twice. “How was your day?”

“It was good! Nothing too bad,” you answered with a shrug as you maneuvered around the coffee table to step up between his open legs. Now that you were within arms reach, he leaned forward to wrap his hands gently around your thighs, pulling you forward so you could sit in his lap. You settled into the position as his hands trailed up your body, brushing over your ass before resting on your hips while you straddled his lap. It was cozy to say the least.

“That’s good,” he sighed, blue eyes traveling across your features now that you were so close. The low rumble of his husky voice sent a chill down your spine, which he definitely noticed. “How’d you and River accomplish playing hookie?”

“We got everything done for the day. Technically they like us to stay and just work on whatever we can, but y’know…” You made a scrunchy face as you shrugged, earning you a deep chuckle from the man beneath you. He brought one of his hands up to hold your jaw, looking at you reverently as he waited for you to finish. “When they have what they need, they don’t really care to notice when two people slip out an hour early.”

When you finished explaining, he pulled you down to press his soft lips against yours, slow and languid the way he did everytime he wanted to throw off your train of thought. As you kissed him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled further into his lap.

Bucky was the first to break the kiss, lingering mere centimeters away as he donned a mischievous grin, settling back against the couch. He pulled you back with him to keep your bodies pressed together, and the angle of your hips allowed you to finally sit comfortably over his.

And the bulge in his pants. The impressive bulge… how hadn’t you noticed it until now?

You tried to ignore it. “What have you been up to today?”

“Nothing much, cleaned a little here and there. I started doing the laundry, but I found something while I was folding it earlier…” he explained, and you watched him expectantly as one of his hands left you to reach into his pocket. His voice was calm and smooth when he continued. “Do you want to tell me when you wore this lacy little black string and I had no idea?”

Bucky held up his hand, and the lingerie you had worn the week before was dangling from his finger.

You short circuited as you stared at the thong in question.

“I- I didn’t have… I ran out of laundry,” you stammered, not quite as graceful as you’d hoped. “It was before your birthday. We weren’t, we hadn’t…”

“I hadn’t fucked you on my fingers yet?” he rasped with a cocked eyebrow, heat shooting directly to your core. You managed to make a sound in confirmation to his lewd question, nodding weakly as he toyed with the garment in his hand. “Well, since I didn’t get to see it last time, I started thinking about how pretty you must’ve looked in them...”

You felt like your brain was moving in slow motion while it was trying to process the flood of inappropriate thoughts rushing through your head, all of them featuring the man sitting beneath you.

“I was curious if it was part of a set,” he continued, reaching up with his other hand to brush his thumb over your cheek, and you shivered in response. “But I was even more curious if you’d show me.” Your brows shot up on your forehead.

“Are you gonna compare me to that picture you painted in your head?” You asked, trying to catch up to his advances, copying his flirtatious mood now that your body seemed to be waking up from the initial shock.

“I don’t think comparing is a fair way to describe it… I jus’ wanna see how beautiful the real thing is,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you again and scrambling any thought in your mind that didn’t revolve around him. “What do you say, baby girl?”

Instead of replying, you pressed one more chaste kiss on his lips before leaning back to watch his expression – dark, focused, and very aroused – before you slid your hands down from around his neck. With one hand resting on his chest next to his dog tags, you wrapped the other one around his extended arm, exploring his muscles until you reached his hand, snatching the thong from his grip.

As you got up out of his lap and stood up from the couch, you could tell that he was in the same state you were just moments ago, mind blank save from you while his eyes remained on your figure. He made to get up and follow you, but you reached back out to push him down.

“You gotta be patient, Sarge,” you murmured, letting your voice drop an octave to help create the illusion of a smooth temptress. Bucky’s brow shot up on his forehead and you watched him swallow as his rank left your lips, the corners of his lips turned up in his signature cocky grin. “I need time to make myself pretty for you.”

“You’re already pretty, sweets,” he sighed, his hands coming up to grab at the one you had on his chest, turning it in his grasp to plant a soft kiss to your palm. You had to retreat before he turned you into a puddle.

“I’ll call for you when I’m ready,” you settled on, letting your hand trail through his grasp as you walked away, and you definitely didn’t put an extra swing in your hips for him to watch as you went.

At first it was hard to remember why you had insisted he stay in the living room while you changed, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm body around you as you did. To feel his soft touches while you slipped out of your clothes, have him pressed up against you while you revived your hair… But as you laid yourself out on the bed, draping yourself against the pillows in just the right position, you realized it was more than worth it when you called him back into the room.

Bucky appeared at your bedroom door mere moments after he heard his name, and you watched his eyes dance across the thin layer of black lace that covered your breasts and wrapped around your ass as he leaned against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He drank in the sight before him, boyish grin growing gradually on his cheeks as he charted every detail of you he could see

“What do you think?” you asked innocently, unable to keep the smile off your cheeks.

“What do I think?” he asked exasperatedly, shaking his head in disbelief as he crossed the room. “I’ll show you what I think.” You giggled softly as he took long strides, appearing at the foot of the bed in no time and climbing onto the bed to crawl up your body, but you stopped him with pointed toes against his chest. His hands came up to caress your calf as he looked at you expectantly.

“C’mon Barnes, even the playing field a little,” you drawled, dragging the cotton up the ridges of his abs to get your point across.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, and you watched with interest as he set your leg back down onto the bed to pull his shirt over his head. You watched the way his shoulders moved, how his muscles flexed as he tossed it across the room, and the moving plates of his left arm when he did.

“You’re like a work of art,” you groaned, earning a belly laugh from the man towering over you, no stranger to the way you looked at him. When you thought that he’d be back on you, you watched in awe as he stepped back to shed his dark jeans. You gave him a look of surprise when he glanced back up at you, bent over as he unhooked the offending clothing from one of his ankles.

“Thought you wanted me to even the playing field,” he snarked, smirking as he stepped out of his jeans and stood to his full height, and you saw the muscular thighs he always hides. The fact that they filled your head with dirty thoughts on their own probably meant something, but it was a fact nonetheless.

"I don't know if we're playing the same game," you giggled, and he furrowed his brows in confusion as he propped his hands up on his hips, accentuating just how broad his shoulders were.

"What game are you playing?"

“The one where you get back over here.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up the way you loved when he laughed, quickly remedying the situation by climbing back up onto the bed to pick back up where he left off.

His hands made contact with you at your ankles, cool hands leaving goosebumps as they trailed up your legs to slide around your hips, fitting your ass into his large hands to find out just how much your panties didn’t cover. The vibranium sent a chill up your spine as his fingers moved up the small of your back, gliding over your skin to stop just below your breasts, toying with the edge of the lacy band.

Before you could prompt him to keep exploring, Bucky propped himself up to nudge your nose with his, the only warning you got before he connected his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It was charged, hungry, depraved. It didn’t take long before he was teasing your lips with his tongue, begging for entrance.

Right as you let him in, he nudged one of your legs to the side with his knee, making himself cozy between them. You let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of his body slotting so perfectly against yours – the weight of his erection barely concealed with his boxers and your string the only obstacles – but he swallowed the sound before it had a chance to go far, his tongue dominating your mouth with ease.

Your hands instinctively reached up to his hair, raking your nails across his scalp as they traveled down, the vibrations of his near growl making you moan in return. The tips of your fingers trailed down the side of his neck, toying with the chain of his tags while he poured his soul into you. You clung onto his broad shoulders for a moment, the sheer size of them making your head spin, before your hands finally landed on top of his. Finding your grip, you gently urged him to adjust his hold on you, moving slowly until his mismatched hands were cupping your breasts beneath the lingerie.

Bucky groaned, pulling away from the kiss to look between your bodies, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against yours. He brushed his thumbs over your soft skin, entranced by the handful of your tits in his hands. When he gave a light squeeze, you took a sharp inhale and his gaze snapped up at you, his blue eyes completely lust-blown.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, catching your lips in a quick kiss and pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth. Then he was diving right back in, his soft lips latching onto your jaw, planting kisses on the spot under your ear and along your neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

You felt like you were floating as Bucky adored – worshiped – you. His lips dragged across your skin, stopping to litter each and every inch of your body with his affection. He kissed the skin where your neck met your shoulder and again across your collarbone, before he sucked on the skin just above your breasts, soft and pillowy enough to get a rise out of you while he left his mark. He glanced up at you as he moved lower, watching your reaction intently as he ever so delicately pushed the lace coverings aside.

When his tongue laved over your nipple, your back arched off the bed to seek him out, feeling his satisfied grin before you saw it. Encouraged by your body’s reaction, he took your tit into his mouth, sucking lightly as he started massaging the other bud with his vibranium thumb. And when you finally looked back down to watch him, you could feel a new wave of arousal leaking out of you at the sight.

Fuck he was hot.

By the time he’d finished giving your other breast equal attention – having sucked, nipped, licked, and pinched both sets of perked nipples – you genuinely thought you might be able to cum just from this. Was that possible? Did it really matter if it was possible for James Barnes to accomplish it?

He managed to drag himself away from them, giving you a sweet smile as he continued kissing down your body, hands caressing your sides as his lips ghosted over your sternum and traveled down to your stomach. And then there was a shift… where he had been cocky and sure, now he seemed to have lost some of that bravado, though no less eager as he adjusted his position.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you asked softly, your tone still smooth and seductive as you checked in. He gave you a quick smile as he inched down the bed so he could lay on the mattress and ease your ankles over his shoulders.

“Nothing! Nothing… I just…” he trailed off, but you could tell there very clearly was something on his mind.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to do everything,” he rasped, and you took a second to let the shiver run though your body in reaction.

“Mmm… like what?” you tested, and he placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your leg as he contemplated his answer.

“Like burying my face between these pretty thighs,” he murmured, and in any other circumstance it would have ruined you. But he still wasn’t giving you a solid answer as to what was wrong.

“What’s stopping you?” His eyes danced across your body as he mulled over whatever was plaguing him, and you reached down to comb his hair back soothingly, relaxing a little as he leaned into your touch.

“I uh… it’s been a really long time…” he whispered in admittance. “I just, I might be a bit rusty,” he laughed nervously, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“You’re already doing better than most,” you cooed, and when one eyebrow shot up on his forehead, you knew your words had exactly the effect you hoped they would. Because if there was one thing you knew about James Barnes, it’s that he was a giver, come hell or high water.

And maybe the best way to make him forget about his insecurities is to tap into his giving nature.

“Seriously?” he asked incredulously, and when you only nodded, he sighed in indignation. “Oh baby… I can make it so much better.”

“Why don’t you show me?” you lilted, and it was like you had flipped a switch, watching the eager grin grow on his cheeks.

Bucky took his eyes off of you to focus them at your core, swallowing hard when he was met with the see-through lace panties sitting in his way without blocking the view. You could tell that he was still nervous, even if just in the back of his mind. But he took his time tracing soothing patterns into the skin of your thighs before he took his right hand and hooked a finger into the delicate material, devastatingly slow as he pulled it off to the side.

His warm tongue licked up through your folds, and you were only vaguely aware of the low moan that left your body of its own accord. You could feel the hesitation leave his body, finding his confidence the second he had his mouth on you. He attached his lips to your clit and groaned as he began lightly sucking on your bundle of nerves, the vibrations of his deep voice shooting just as much pleasure through you as his attention to your sex. Licking and sucking and teasing…

“Fuck, James…” you breathed, your legs instinctively shuttering closed as he continued to work. He adjusted his grip on your body without detaching himself, sliding his arms underneath your ass so that he could reach up and slowly stretch your legs open as much as you would allow, giving him a better angle to admire your weeping pussy.

You whined when he released your clit and began lapping at your juices like a man starved. It was hard trying to keep your eyes open to watch him, but you didn’t dare look away, not when his expert tongue was making you feel like you were floating.

“You taste so good baby, I could live between your legs,” he rambled as he adjusted, flattening his tongue against you and licking one long stripe up your core. When he shot his tongue through your entrance you couldn’t hold in your gasp, hands flying to his hair as the sensation rippled through your body, only encouraged by the groan he let out in response.

Bucky was your only tether to reality, finding it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure he brought you as he was properly fucking you on his tongue. He licked just the right spot against your walls and buried himself even further to add the tip of his nose into the equation, nudging at your clit as he devoured you, and you could say with confidence that you had never felt this good in your life.

The familiar coil tightening in your belly came far sooner than you ever could have anticipated, building rapidly when he didn’t let up. His tongue licked up inside you and your legs began to shake, but he held them open with his firm grip, and you wondered whether his fingers would leave marks there in the morning.

“Bucky,” you whined, reeling when your entire body tingled, tightening your grip on his hair ever so slightly as he continued to work.

“Easy sweets, I got you,” he cooed as he came up for air. “Relax for me, just let me take care of you.” When he went back down for more, burying his nose into your folds as his tongue continued teasing your entrance, your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled back.

The sensation was overwhelming, and the thought that he knew what he was doing to you somehow made it that much better. He flicked his tongue against your sensitive walls, pressed his nose against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, and the burn of his stubble against the soft skin of your folds as he rubbed his jaw against you made your head spin.

With one more stroke of his tongue, the only warning you could give was another sharp tug on his scalp before he sent you hurtling over the edge, bathing in the immense pleasure of your climax while he drank from you. Your blood felt like fire, lighting you up from the inside, and you swore your body was teetering on the line between this universe and the next.

When your soul finally descended back to your body where it was sprawled out across the bed, you cracked your eyes open to glance down at the man who was still holding your legs open, watching you intently as he gently licked the mess from your sensitive pussy.

“How’re you feelin’?” he rasped, only pausing from his ministrations to check in with you. You smiled sheepishly as you gave a pleased hum in reply, and he chuckled under his breath.

You laid like that for a few moments, silently basking in his attention as you caught your breath. But the longer you did, the more he started to tease you. The tip of his tongue dancing around your entrance without going in, swirling around your clit just enough to make you jolt, pausing every few moments to press sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs – which were now wet with your release.

And your traitorous body was acting of its own accord, clearly having decided that you were in no place to be taking the reins. Every intentional lick of his was met with an involuntary reaction from you, husky groans were met with weak moans, and his hand caressing your thigh was rewarded with another scratch of your fingernails across his scalp.

“Gonna be the death of me,” he murmured into your skin, taking another pause to litter kisses up the expanse of your leg. Bucky’s eyes finally met yours, and you took account of the lingering lust filling his gaze, followed by a cocky grin.

In those few seconds, you came to the realization that he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot.

When his thick fingers began massaging your folds, your eyes shut as your head hit the pillow, clenching around nothing as the feeling hit you. There hadn’t been time to recover from your first climax thanks to Bucky’s careful attention, and your pussy was very reactive to even the slightest of his touches.

You didn’t imagine it took long for him to coat his fingers in your juices, but when he slowly pushed one finger inside your puffy walls, you were still surprised at how effortless he’d done it. And if the groan he let out was any indication, it had taken him by surprise as well.

“So wet for me, sweets,” he whispered, and when you managed to lift your head enough to look at him, you found his eyes trained on your pussy, watching in awe as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. It was making you squirm, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time.

“I can’t- Buck, I need-” you whimpered, unsure how to communicate the intensity of what you were feeling. But before you could try to get any other word out he managed to read your mind, perfectly tuned in to your body as he inserted one more finger, and your jaw fell open at the stretch.

“There you go baby, doin’ so good for me.” The words had barely left his lips before he was leaning down again, and you cried out when he was licking at your clit, never slowing the rhythm of his digits.

The more you squirmed, the harder he sucked on your clit, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves when you started to get too still for his liking. The more you moaned in unintelligible pleasure, the faster he fucked you on his fingers. He was keeping you in a toe curling fog of euphoria, not allowing you a moment's rest before he was igniting new waves of ecstasy through your tired body.

You were still riding the high of your last orgasm when the overwhelming amount of stimulation sent you hurtling towards a second climax. You didn’t even have the time to realize you were approaching it before it hit you like a tidal wave. Only held open by one of his strong hands, your legs snapped shut around his head – which earned a growl that you swore you felt through your veins – the tingling in your body like an electric shock as your jaw dropped, letting out a loud whine.

For a moment, everything was a haze. The world beyond your eyelids was a cloud, foggy sounds dancing around your ears, and you felt vague sensations through your body that you knew you couldn’t count on being able to decipher. For that moment, even before your rapid heartbeat and labored breaths had a chance to reach your consciousness, your mind was peacefully blank of everything but Bucky.

And that’s exactly who brought you out of your trance, your breathing hard as you came back down to earth, and you were only just becoming aware of the feeling of emptiness as he spoke gently.

“You still with me, pretty girl?” You used all of your willpower to be able to open your eyes and look down at him, seeing a handsome smile spread across his face. “There she is,” he sighed, and you smiled back bashfully.

“There I am,” you murmured, and Bucky gave a breathy chuckle. Then he was crawling up your body again, nothing but tenderness in his eyes as he held your gaze, arms sliding underneath your tired body to hold you close while he hovered above you.

“How’d I do?” he asked playfully, and when you gave a very enthusiastic hum in agreement, he laughed again before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and the images of him devouring you flashed across the back of your eyelids, sending a new chill down your spine.

He kissed you like that a few times, slow and gentle like he often did when he was trying to communicate all the emotions he didn’t know how to voice. He wasn’t trying to push you, or work you up for anything you weren’t ready for. He just wanted you.

He parted from your lips and gave a sweet kiss to your cheek before he nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck, your hands instinctively raising to rest on his back as you spoke.

“How long did we…?” You trailed off, and you felt him smile against your neck as he eased his right hand out from under you to glance at the very nice black and gold watch on his wrist – a parting gift from the Wakandan princess he’d told you once.

“Long enough that we took up the entire hour you stole from work,” he teased, wrapping himself back around you and giving you a tight squeeze. You, on the other hand, only groaned.

“That means we’re gonna have to get ready to go to Jay and Charlie’s soon,” you sighed in defeat as you started playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle up with your super soldier for eternity.

“What is it that we’re doing again?” You heard, muffled as he spoke into your skin. “I know you told me, but I was… preoccupied.” He pressed a light kiss to your neck as you remembered trying to tell him about the text you’d gotten from Charlie, being interrupted a handful of times when he would grab your face and cut you off with a kiss.

“They invited us over to their place for dinner and drinks so we could all catch up, since some of us have been missing Saturday nights at Morelli’s,” you answered pointedly. After kitchen makeouts that lasted longer than they should have and birthday trips to New York, you and Bucky had only made it to a handful of nights at the diner, and you were at risk of becoming notorious for ditching to do… other things at home.

“Were those her exact words?” he asked, and you giggled as you nodded in reply. “That’s- the diner is where we hang out, if some of us don’t make it, we wait until next week. We’re gonna be there tomorrow night anyway,” he defended, very much playing the part of the grumpy old recluse.

“Oh, okay… so you don’t want to see them?” He hesitated a moment before he answered, and you couldn’t help the knowing grin that crept onto your face.

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled, shaking his head against you, tickling your skin with his nose. “They’re great, good people, we have a fun time… But maybe I don’t exactly want to have to share you so soon after you get home on Friday nights.”

“Buck, I’ve been home for an entire hour,” you giggled. “And we took advantage of it,” you added suggestively, and he smiled mischievously as his lips migrated down to your collarbone.

“Not long enough,” he husked, starting to press more kisses there. “How long until we need to leave?”

“Maybe another hour?”

“Perfect,” he sighed. Before you could question him, he sucked lightly on your neck, a gasp sneaking up out of you at the sensation. “Gives us just enough time to have a little bit more fun…” He laved over your skin with his tongue before placing a kiss there, leaning back so that he could look to you for your answer.

You wished you could have said yes. You really really did.

“If we start, you and I both know we won’t stop anytime soon, and I’ve still got to take a shower,” you reasoned, hoping you could communicate how much you wanted to keep going. But he read you like a book, like he always did, and his gaze softened as his eyes danced over your features.

“Then let’s get you that shower,” he grinned, and before you could process his statement he was already lifting you up into his arms, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips as he rose to his knees.

You laughed the whole way as he crossed your small bedroom, your practically naked body clinging to his equally exposed one. One hand cupped your ass and squeezed it playfully, and the other ran soothing patterns up your back as he walked you through the small apartment. When he walked into the bathroom, you were instantly pressed up against the wall. The hand that had been on your back was now cradling your jaw, the pad of his thumb brushing your cheek as he took a moment to admire you, running his tongue over his pink lips.

He leaned in to kiss you again, physically unable to hold himself back. You should have been disappointed in your lack of self-control, but it was so hard to be mad at how good it felt when you kissed him back. Especially when he was pressing you further into the wall behind you, his hips coming into very close contact with yours, allowing you to feel the erection that was still very present beneath his boxers.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, delighted by the grunt that escaped him in response. His hands were quick as they flew to your waist, inching up to slide under the black lace that was still covering your breasts, and you wasted no time in lifting your hands so that he could delicately slide the material off of your body.

But when you expected him to lean in to continue kissing you, he stayed back. His hands traveled down to your thighs, easing your legs from around his waist to set you gently on the floor. His fingers dipped underneath the thin band of your thong, dropping to his knees before you as he started sliding the material down your legs. And you had never felt so treasured, so adored as when he took each of your ankles in his hands, and gently slid the lingerie off of each foot before returning them back to the tile floor.

When he stood back up to his full height, he only left you with a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulled away again, moving towards the shower to start turning on the water. And while goosebumps appeared on your skin, no longer having his warm body to heat you, he did leave you with a nice view. Back muscles sculpted by an artist, muscular legs that stood strong and steady, and his boxers only helped accentuate his ass, tempting that little goblin voice in the back of your head that wanted to reach out and smack it…

He turned around after having tested the water, smiling sweetly as he took your face in his hands, kissing your cheek. “D’you want me to go set your clothes out while you get showered?” he asked, and you scrunched your nose in disappointment.

“You’re not gonna come with me?” His brows shot up on his head and he swallowed hard, clearly not having expected that question. “My legs are so shaky, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up by myself,” you whined playfully, your cheap trick at least earning you a grin.

He let out a breath in exasperation as he debated his answer. “You’re trouble,” he whispered, and you only giggled in response. “Alright, c’mon.”

You were maybe a little bit too giddy when you kissed him excitedly, reaching for his hand to try and pull him behind you as you scurried up to the shower. Bucky stood rooted to the spot, and when you turned to ask why, he was grinning as he cocked one eyebrow up in question.

“My legs are shaky, I can’t stand up by myself,” he taunted, and you scoffed as you tried to come up with another excuse.

“I- just for a few steps, thank you very much,” you shot back, and he laughed as he let your hand go.

“Go on,” he smiled, nodding towards the shower. “I’ll follow after you.” You looked at him for another moment, taking note of his almost antsy manner, and it probably shouldn’t have taken you so long to realize your request came with another first….

Those boxers were coming off.

You smiled sweetly as you turned to step through the sliding door into the shower, thoughts swarming your head about what was about to happen. Was he nervous? Was he eager? Was he big?

Stop it.

As you got settled underneath the warm stream of water, your legs began to tremble beneath you – both with anticipation of what was coming, but also from exertion. Your body was just barely managing to keep you upright with all the … exercise.

There was enough of a pause that you began to wonder what to do with yourself. You could only see a vague shape of him from the other side of the pebbled glass, but it wasn’t enough to be able to determine what he might be doing – or wearing, for that matter. You didn’t want to start washing yet, wanting to at least preserve your makeup until he had a chance to get in and get… situated. Instead you waited patiently, if not awkwardly, as the water beat against your chest.

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when you heard him slide the shower door back just enough to let himself in, and you could feel the presence of his large frame entering the small space behind you.

Before you even had a moment to overthink anything, you felt him run his knuckles up your spine, and you shivered despite his warm touch. He fit both of his hands around your waist, his firm grip kneading your muscles as they wandered soothingly up your body. He slid them around your middle before leaning closer, kissing your shoulder before tucking into the crook of your neck.

Then his chest met your back. His broad shoulders crowded around yours, his body caging you in and wrapping you up in his body heat… and his boner rested against the small of your back as he closed in around you.

Fuck… this wasn’t going to be a quick shower.

“Hi” his deep voice broke the silence. You hummed in amusement as you leaned into him, resting one hand over his and lifting the other to play with the stubble on his jaw.

“Hi,” you lilted back, capable of little else. You rested your head against his shoulder, and you soaked up the feeling of having him so close to you, tangled in each other. It was domestic, peaceful even.

Except for the fact that you were already working yourself up again with his dick pressed into your back.

“I uh, I just want to say that this isn’t- I’ve been like this since before you got home, so…” he started, nudging the tip of his nose into your skin, and couldn’t help the smile that rose to your cheeks. “We can just ignore it, I don’t want you to think that… I- it’ll go away eventually.”

“Bucky, have you been hard for over an hour?” you asked, your voice smooth and silky. You couldn’t help yourself… He nodded gently as he continued kissing your neck, sucking lightly just under your jaw.

“I found that string and I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, and you could feel your already swollen center start lighting up again, slick with another round of arousal.

“Why didn’t we do anything about it?” you asked seductively, leaning back and rolling your hips to try and rub up against him. His grip tightened on you – which meant that you had accomplished exactly what you tried to – and he stood back up to his full height, keeping you close to his chest as he looked down at you with a cocked brow.

“I’m sorry, what do you think we’ve been doing?” he sassed, and you scoffed.

“That was just for me, you didn’t get anything out of it,” you retorted, but where you expected him to agree with you, he only grinned.

“I would beg to differ,” he whispered, bringing goosebumps to your skin. The thought of him getting off on eating you out, rutting into the mattress while he had his head between your legs…

You turned in his grasp so you could wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet, naked bodies together as you pulled him down for a kiss. You could tell you’d caught him by surprise, but he was quick to catch up to your hungry advances, and you let him in the second his tongue licked at your lips. As your mouths moved together desperately, your bodies did as well, your hips rocking against him as the weight of his erection pressed into your stomach.

His hands gripped your hips firmly again, pulling you with him as he took a step back, leaning against the back wall of your small shower. Your legs slotted together, intertwining with his as the two of you got as close to each other as physically possible, putting most of your weight in his hands.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, taking a moment to calm his heavy breathing before he spoke. “I thought you said we didn’t have time for anything else,” he breathed, the blue of his eyes only a thin rim surrounding his lust-blown pupils. You shrugged your shoulders in response, and he grinned as he shook his head. “We’re gonna be late,” he reasoned.

“They can wait for us, they’ll manage,” you countered, sliding one hand from around his neck and trailing down the planes of his body. Over his large pecs – which, with your remaining willpower, you did not smack – and down the hard ridges of his abs. “You’ve waited long enough.” His eyelids fluttered as he watched your hand move across his body, and when you looked down to meet his gaze, you probably should have been embarrassed by the sound that left you.

Bucky was big.

His cock was long and thick, enough that you knew it would be a comfortably wonderful stretch, and his uncut tip was practically begging for attention. You took your time bringing the hand that had explored his body to his shaft, giving him plenty of time to stop you, but he simply watched as you wrapped your fingers just beneath his head to pull away the foreskin.

Bucky took a sharp breath as you revealed the red, leaking tip, swollen with his need for release. Your gaze snapped up to his face when he did, taking great pleasure in watching his eyes shut, his head softly hitting the shower wall as you brushed your thumb under the sensitive spot below his head.

“Shit,” he sighed, sending heat directly to your core. “That feels- fuck, that feels good.” You smiled sweetly at his words, leaning in to attach your lips to his collarbone to press soft kisses there, collecting some of his precum on your thumb to spread down the length of him.

You started your slow movements, the silky skin of his cock slid through your fingers easily with the help of his arousal, but his hands were restless. The warm hand at your hip was roaming your skin, unsure of where to go while the vibranium of his left hand found your breasts and squeezed. You gasped in response as he let out a long groan, encouraging you to speed up your pace.

You were enchanted by the sounds he was making, his deep voice impossibly sexier when it was laced with blissful pleasure. You twisted your wrist as your grip moved up and down his length, eliciting even more of a reaction out of the super soldier as you worked his erection with careful attention, his rumbling moans as good an indication as any that you were making him feel just as good as when he was devouring you not too long ago.

Bucky’s restless hands continued wandering, his left one now grabbing you behind your neck after massaging your breasts, and lifting you head up so that he could look at you. His right hand slipped around the curve of your ass, using his grip as leverage to pull you closer, and slamming his pink lips against yours again. His tongue danced with yours while his rough hand explored you, traveling lower to wrap your leg around his hip, trailing down the inside of your thigh when he was confident that you weren’t going anywhere.

The hand on his dick stopped momentarily when he slipped one thick finger through your folds, your walls immediately clenching around him. You let out a whimper and he swallowed the sound as he pumped his finger inside you, doing your best to keep jerking him off… But when he pushed a second finger through your slick, you involuntarily tightened your grip, causing him to break the kiss with a grunt.

“It’s been so long, I don’t- shhhhit, I’m not gonna last,” he whined, eliciting another hum as you brushed your thumb over his tip.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assured, using the arm draped around his neck – keeping you upright as he continued fucking you on his fingers – to rub soothing patterns into his skin, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Just relax, Buck, tell me what you need.”

“I- just faster, please.”

You gripped his cock a little tighter and did exactly as he asked, speeding up your pace and being sure to hit that sweet spot just under his swollen head. The faster you went, the faster he pumped his fingers into you, and after cumming on his tongue twice, it wasn’t going to take long for him to get you there again.

He smashed his lips into yours once more, but you were so drunk on each other that neither of you could manage much more than lingering kisses as you put all of your focus in getting the other off. Grunts, whines, moans, and whimpers of pleasure floated like music around you, unsure of who made what sound. His fingers reached that spot inside you that made you see stars, and you switched to short and fast strokes at his tip.

“Honey, I’m- I-” he warned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

“Cum with me, James,” you whispered, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

He pumped his fingers a little bit faster, you matched his pace, and with a few more strokes both of you were gone. This third climax hit you softer than the other ones, your body only having so much left to give, but it allowed you to watch in awe as the man in your hands fell apart.

Bucky let out a choked cry, his hands stilling inside of you as he rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight as he let the sensations consume him. You slowed your hands and kept your fingers circled around his head, prolonging his climax as you leaned forward enough to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss as you rode out your highs together. His dick pulsed in your hand as he shot ropes of cum over your hand and across his heaving chest, a low satisfied hum vibrating through him as the tension left his large frame.

When his spend trickled down at his tip, he slumped against the wall, inadvertently taking you with him. You let go of his already softening dick to cling to his shoulders as you fell into his hold, his fingers sliding out of your tired pussy to wrap his arms around your middle and hold you close.

“We should have done that in New York,” he breathed, making you laugh as you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the vibration of his amusement through his chest.

“You could have carried me to the shower with you, I would have been more than willing,” you lilted, placing barely there kisses across the base of his neck.

He squeezed you a little bit tighter. “Ohhh don’t tease me like that right now,” he warned. “I’ve discovered the serum gave me a uh… a very quick recovery time. We don’t exactly have time for another round,” he explained, and you had a hard time keeping a straight face at his predicament.

“Oh, but it’s so tempting,” you teased, and when you lifted your head up off of his shoulder you were met with a stern glare. “Alright I won’t… Bit of a blessing and a curse, I take it?”

“Apparently,” he huffed indignantly, rolling eyes as you hummed in amusement. You gave him one more kiss on the cheek before standing back up on your own two feet, and his eyes watched you carefully.

“Well, we’re gonna be super late as it is, let’s not give them too much satisfaction,” you muttered, earning you a cocked grin and a small amused huff. “C’mon, help me reach the shampoo and I’ll wash your hair,” you offered, watching his face soften at your request before he gripped you tight and stood to his full height.

He wasn’t wrong about a quick recovery, already practically back to normal as he walked you back into the stream of hot water. And even though you’d been through more orgasms in the last hour or so than you’d ever had in a single day – at least with a man’s assistance – you wanted to live in this sweet moment for the rest of time. Savoring the feeling of holding him close, being so intimate with each other as you lathered soap into his skin, and relishing in his firm touches as he washed your back.

Showering with Bucky was definitely going on the list of things to start doing more often. That, and a few other things…

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#im beside myself rn #about to reread this a million times #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #james barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #neighbors #neighbors series #neighbor!bucky

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books-are-my-life-stuff · 1 month

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hiii! tysm for your kind tags on my post-canon lemon post (i keep re-reading them) <333 i really wanted to draw from canon and not make stuff up so your tags mean a lot! tbh i have so many ideas for lemon, including her relationship with the boys (she'd be besties with finn and surprisingly lance too! she goes to the farmer's market with dot. and mash would confess to her but she wouldn't get the hint lol) i'll making more posts as we speak haha and ty for all your lemon posts/sets, they always make my day! do you have any ideas for lemon?

I love your post-canon Lemon headcanons so much, thank you for sharing your ideas as well! I like how your ideas are very connected to what little information we have about her in the canon, so it all makes sense!

This ask has gotten a little long so under read more!

I like the idea of how the tables are turned (after Mash does not get a hint about Lemon's feelings in the original series, eventually the situation is flipped over and Lemon is too serious in doing her job when Mash confesses so now she ends up not getting the hint!), it's very satisfying! I want to know more about your ideas about her relationship with the boys! I'm sure it's gonna be fun to read!

It's not a problem! I like Lemon as well and I have fun making simple gifsets of her, and I'm happy to find someone who likes her as well! I love all of your pastel-colored gifsets too, they're all pretty and I adore all of them! I always love pastel-colored gifs, I often find them in bigger fandoms but they're a rarity in small fandoms like this, so your gifsets make me so happy! Thank you so much!

I do have some ideas about Lemon! Though I don't feel really confident sharing them until I feel it's "polished" enough if that makes sense, because I'm afraid of making her out of character hahah. It's just how I am! I wrote a fic of her, but it's from Finn's perspective and it's just how much I want them to be friends and how I imagine their friendship would be! It's here if you're interested!

Other than that, my other idea about her is that the final battle changed her. After the battle against the Innocent Zero, Lemon realized that she couldn't do much when Mash really needed her help. Deep inside, she was frustrated that as her future wife, she wasn't able to directly protect him on the battlefield as his heart was taken away. Her possessive nature was increasing, but that was merely a facade to hide her internal frustrations and how much she blamed herself for her helplessness in the final fight. She spends so many sleepless nights crying over it.

So, she hones her magic secretly, she asks Kaldo's help for his guidance because she knows from Finn that his magic has been greatly improved after his training with Kaldo, so from that she secretly trains with Kaldo as well. So much to the point of overworking herself and that's when Mash finds out. When Lemon collapses and Mash carries her to the infirmary, Lemon apologizes for making him worry, explains what happened, and says that as a future wife, she wants to be on his side and helps him whenever he needs it and becomes the first person he can rely on. After that, she properly confesses her feelings to him instead of forcing it like how she always did. Mash, who still doesn't understand romantic feelings, appreciates Lemon's great effort for his sake, but he is worried about Lemon who works too hard to the point of falling ill. So, in exchange, Mash will take care of her as much as he can until she feels well again. Unfortunately, the best that Mash can do is to remind Lemon to eat and drink her meds at the right time and offer cream puffs, but Lemon appreciates the gesture.

I also have a MashLemon idea, separate from the above: I think the reason why Lemon is very bold at expressing her feelings is because she knows damn well that her feelings won’t possibly be reciprocated. The person she loves is a kindhearted, physically strong young man with no thoughts head empty only cream puffs. There’s no way he would know things such as love and marriage, nor would he care about it. Especially after she visited his house, which just reinforces her assumption. That’s why she can be extremely bold with her feelings and advances because she knows he won’t answer her feelings. Even if deep in her heart she wants him to see her as more than just a friend, she knows it will never be possible.

This is why when he DOES respond to her advance, she gets extremely flustered and confused about what to do. Of course, as soon as he shows even the slightest hint of that, she would immediately punch him in the face just like in S1EP8 to deny that. She did that because she knew Mash wouldn’t lift a hand to stop her even though he could. This is why when he DOES hold her fist as she attempts to punch him in the face with little effort, and says: "You’re right, Lemon. We should get married.", Lemon is left speechless with her face now dyed in red due to embarrassment. She cannot reach out to her wand to cast a spell. Besides, knowing him, he would break free anyway, it’s pointless. When Mash gets a hold of both of her hands, his yellow eyes staring right at her as if he really means what he says--he’s bad at lying anyway--when he does reply to her feelings... Well, needless to say, Lemon doesn’t expect this outcome, and she’s running out of tricks.

There's also another idea of Dot properly confessing to Lemon and putting a resolution to his unanswered feelings, and what Lemon actually feels for him, but it's not polished enough so I can't say much.

But, yeah, I guess that's it! When I have ideas that I feel are "polished" enough I often immediately turn them into fanfics, but right now I'm in the "writer's block" phase after writing lots of them lately so I can't write much at the moment, and can only put some scrambled ideas.

It's really fun talking about Lemon with you!

#edwinas #answered #mashle magic and muscles #long post #sorry i ended up rambling a lot hahahah #i had fun talking with fellow lemon enthusiast!

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flythesail · 2 years

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on this gifset of the scene of Ace asking Nancy, "Why did you hesitate at the veil? You said you were doing this for us. What does that mean?" you said in your tags: #i am SOOOO obsessed with the way it was filmed

I would like to invite you to talk a little more about that, if you wanna, because I would love to hear your thoughts. ♡

Hii, YES I will talk about that!!

*Pulls out 3 hour long presentation I've had sitting in a folder labeled just in case.*

The short answer is: I love how much movement there is in the scene through the camera work. Also, how the camera work is used to reflect what's actually happening in the scene.

Yet because this is possibly my favorite scene in the finale, here's the LONG answer + bonus narrative analysis! ->

To recap, this is right after the veil. Nancy comes back to The Claw, saves Ryan's life, and soon after, the rest of the crew arrives. They discuss damage, casualties, and what's next. Nick and George are off to the youth center to open it as a shelter. Bess and Ace are going to empty the freezer and cook food for people.

Ace watches Bess and the others go, and immediately turns to Nancy: "We could use some help if you're up for it."

The important thing to note here is this is right after the veil. The last Ace interacted with Nancy, she told him to run from the veil ("I'm doing this for us, okay?") and right after, grabbed the front of his jacket, apologized in tears, and left. So he's definitely concerned!

Yet instead of being like "what happened back there at the veil?" he takes the I know Nancy route, and invites her to help him and Bess.

It's comparable to 3x01. There, Ace could tell Nancy was off. So when she says this:

He says, "I can help you carry it."

And it works! She accepts. Whereas he's asking if she literally wants help carrying it, it's also his way of saying "hey, I'm here if you want to talk." It gets them alone and leaves the decision to then talk up to Nancy (who we all know tends to not want to do that) (unless it's to Ace 😉).

But in the finale, that method does not work. Nancy does not want to talk. She shakes her head and tells him she's going with Nick and George instead.

In terms of the camera work here (gif below), it's incredibly quick. We jump from Ace, to Nancy saying no, to her grabbing the first aid kit and making a run for it.

It highlights how badly Nancy needs to get away from him. She just held him dead in her arms, found out that wasn't even real, came back to reality only to give him up to save the town, and now here she is at The Claw - needing to pretend none of that happened. Which is more or less impossible because she just experienced some of The Worst moments of her life.

Yet this time, Ace doesn't let her run.

Technically, this is uncharacteristic for him. He never pushes Nancy. He knows that only pushes her away. But this is really important. He also knows it involves him.

So Ace follows her into the back of The Claw. The camera as Ace follows Nancy is another example of how much movement there is in the scene.

We stay right behind him as he practically jogs after her. The camera is a bit shaky, and that highlights the lack of stability in the scene. He knows something's wrong (is probably panicking because of that). Nancy is incredibly upset (needing to get away so he doesn't see her cry, further proving that something is wrong).

Here's where we end up next, with Nancy in the back putting the first aid kit on a shelf. Maybe expecting Ace to not follow, she begins to let herself cry. She's alone now.

Which does not last. Ace arrives and as soon as she realizes that, she has to put all that emotion away.

Interesting to note here is that Ace wastes zero time before asking Nancy what's up. He needs to know, and maybe he's thinking if he doesn't hurry and ask, she'll slip away again.

What I like about this part is the camera is focused on Ace. Yet we can see Nancy too. Ace is focused on Nancy. The perspective doesn't change much from when Nancy puts the kit away and when Ace shows up. He's there that fast, so all she can do is turn to him. I think because of that, the way it's filmed feels personal. To stay with the idea of movement, we've moved with them. We're with Nancy, and then Ace shows up, and we see that from her perspective.

Since Nancy can't run, she gives him an answer. She hesitated because she's never killed someone.

For what it's worth, it's a decent attempt at an answer. Even if it's entirely a lie, as Nancy already killed Temperance once before in the future forecast. But in that sense, there's still truth to it because killing Temperance is something she struggled with in the forecast too.

To discuss perspective, we are now from Ace's. Nancy is now the one talking and Ace is the one listening. Yet look how close we are to Ace, basically at his shoulder. It still feels personal. This entire scene is very personal for them. The camera is still not steady. Even as Nancy gives her explanation, she's starting to move away from him. She's talking fast too, sniffling as she does. There's an urgency here, just like there is in the entire scene.

The second she's said what she needs to, Nancy leaves. She doesn't give him a chance to ask follow-up questions or even respond.

She pushes past him as she leaves, and the camera responds to that.

The camera pushes back as she pushes past Ace. The perspective ends lower and further back than where it started. This distance works in contrast to the moment prior, where we were very close to Nancy and Ace. This shows how alone Ace is. Literally alone because Nancy is gone, and also figuratively as he has no idea what's going on.

I'll also point out that Ace does not move. So much of this scene is movement because the camera is following them. Jumping from Ace to Nancy, the walk to the back room, Nancy leaving, etc.

Now, he's still as the camera moves without him. The camera moving shows the tension isn't gone, but Ace is now at a loss. His attempt to talk to Nancy failed because all he got was a lie (or half-truth). He can't follow her as he knows she's upset. Following her would further upset her, increase the emotional distance between them, etc. He's doing the right thing in letting her go.

As the scene ends on this new angle, he just looks smaller. He looks helpless. He's left to contemplate what just happened, and we don't learn his conclusion until a month later during the famous Apartment Scene. (Where he blames himself, completely unaware of the moth curse via great aunt).

But to wrap things up and return to the point, I don't know that Nancy Drew is a show with a ton of noticeable camera work in every episode. Or maybe it's just that I've only recently started paying attention to it. I'm no expert lol, but I will say 3x13 is a very standout episode.

Another good 3x13 example is after the car crash. How the camera goes low to show Temperance towering over Nancy. Temperance is powerful, and she is in control.

There's also the odd angle (a disoriented feeling after the crash combined with the realization this is not reality). That's in addition to the (not pictured) close-ups on Nancy's face. Getting close and personal highlights how distraught she is.

With Nancy Drew, if there's episodes with cool camera work, there's a good chance Larry Teng directed. Recently when I rewatched 1x17, I was all of ten seconds in when I realized it reminded me of 3x13. And no surprise! Larry Teng directed that one too.

So I feel like it's one thing to just film what's happening, but another entirely to use the camera to emphasize emotions/the story itself. 3x13 is just a perfect example of that, and that's interesting to me.

And if you made it to the end, hopefully this was interesting to you!

#nace #nancy drew cw #nancy drew #bethanyactually #flytheask #hello and welcome to the inside of my brain

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Required Love - Chapter 39

It takes a moment for the pain to register as her eyes crack open, Andrea instantly wincing against the bright fluorescent lights. She sucks in a trembling breath through her teeth, fighting against a whimper as the dull ache in her chest and limbs insidiously grows into an unbearably sharp agony.

She has no idea what time is, what day it is, and it hurts to even turn her head to the side, quietly disappointed to see a small teddy bear sitting in the place she thought Lena and Kara would be.

Andrea squints, missing her reading glasses as she reaches out to grab the small gift card loosely tied around the stuffed bear’s paw. It’s a promise from Kara that they have her back, that if they’re not here it’s only because she’s ensuring Lena is getting some much needed rest; that they will see her soon.

The emptiness that briefly fluttered in Andrea’s chest is instantly flooded with warmth, a proud smile briefly breaking through the grimace on her downturned lips.

She can only imagine how difficult all of this must have been for her girls, how much energy it must have taken just to get through the day while faced with so much unknown. Andrea fingers the edges of the small card, hoping that this hasn’t been too much for Kara, that she hasn’t been forced out of her comfort zone in order to fill the gap in Lena’s life while she was gone.

Andrea knows all too well how quickly Lena will abandon her own needs when something big is happening, how she would rather let herself waste away to nothing than not give Andrea’s disappearance all of her attention.

She sighs and holds the card close to her chest, hissing softly as even the most minute of pressure causes her ribs to scream. Andrea presses the small call button, unsure of who it will bring into the room, but in desperate need for morphine that will, unfortunately, have to briefly steal her away from her girls once more.

At least she knows they are well taken care of now.

Read chapter 39 of Required Love early on Patreon.

Earlier chapters are available on AO3.

Original gifset by the wonderful @evilsnowswan

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traumamade · 1 year

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open starter for mutuals only||based on this gifset

How the hell did he get here? Who even let him leave the bar like this? It's been a horrible day, left to his own devices all day, his own dark thoughts that swirl around his mind over and over like a broken record.

Sometimes, being alone is the worst thing possible for Leon. He should have called someone, talked to someone far sooner instead of heading to the bar but he feels like such a goddamn burden, refuses any sort of help because it makes him feel vulnerable and weak.

Look where the hell that got him. Standing outside the house of someone who he clearly knows or else he wouldn't be there. A bottle of whiskey in one hand. Half empty at this point.

For a moment, he's half tempted to turn around and walk away. Thoughts of walking straight into traffic is what keeps him frozen in his spot. If he leaves now, he's not so sure he'll make it back home alive.

In a span of seconds, the half empty bottle of whiskey is thrown as harshly onto concrete as he can, making the glass shatter around and seemingly echo. No doubt drawing the attention of whoever's inside.

And if the bottle sure didn't, the anguished groan might. "Fuck!" Hands move to his face as his body trembles. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

Worthless. You should be dead, not all the others you failed to save. What's the point of you?

"I can't....I can't do this. Goddamn it, I can't do this. I want my damn life back. I want my innocence back. I want to be able to get up in the morning and not feel like wanting to die! I just..." A stumbling step is taken backward, chest rising and falling with every deep struggling breath as anxiety and panic claws him from the inside out. An anxiety attack driven by his own thoughts and drunkenness is starting to come on and he can't stop it.

"I can't take this! I want it to stop. Make it stop. Please."

#open starter #not my finest work but oh well #reply to this cowards

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lettalady · 1 year

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What if the journalist was still having her thing with the actor who led her to develop her "actor armour" in The Journalist?

[ Send me a Weekend What If ]

Oh my dear darling nonnie. Her thing that led to her actor armor ::Henners shame on you::

Let's see if I can find that. Let's see if it's even posted or also sitting in the drafts someplace. Whoops.

SO. Errrr the only thing I found was something that is in fact TJOURN prequel related but isn't the actor armor reason specifically is from the word prompt challenges: Fi-fie-fo-fum there’s an American in my bed

But if you want to know the reason why she's got actor armor it has to do with loosely dating and then having your sex life publicly joked about on television. [See this gifset from when Henner's reveals Superman's Diet Plan]

*Incidentally digging to try to find the snippets already written led me to stumble upon a few other Henners things I'd written so. ha. That was a fun surprise -- contained below the cut*

"For cardio's sake... what do you do for cardio?"

Everything would have been fine if he'd just kept that cheeky grin held in place. Simply shook his head and moved on. Ignored the question.

Your coworkers have a field day. Your friends have a field day.

"So that's what the kids are calling it these days."

"Do a lot of running when he's in town?"

"Better run on home."

Everyone is laughing because it's no secret that you let him charm you into agreeing to something less than a relationship and more than friends. He didn't want the 'messy relationship stuff' and didn't want labels. Since he's been out of the country for several months filming it's more than clear the reason why. The downside to agreeing to a lack of exclusivity in whatever it was that you were to one another is you can't really be mad that he's playing the field.

So to answer your What If the long way round. What if things with Henners had gone differently? I imagine we'd have gotten:

Eyes a little glazed over despite the shower – easy to blame the long day of surfing, swimming, and sun… not to mention the drinking – Henry’s smile seems weary, but content. The vacation isn’t quite the trip that had been planned, what with the training to keep his skills sharp that pulls him away for hours and hours. It’s a complaint, yes, but halfhearted. It’s still a trip abroad, still warm weather and sunshine and a magnificent view – not just the scenery.

And while you’re contemplating all this after having snapped a quick photo on your phone, he’s leaning closer to say something that gets lost in the noise of the beach bar. Moment in time safely stored, you refocus your attention, “Hmm? What?”

The small, exhausted smile he’d worn moments prior changes, expanding into a dimple-showing laugh. He leans closer and as he jerks his head in a small nod he flicks his fingers lazily towards your nearly empty pint glass. “Do you want another?”

“No… I’m stuffed and…” Pleasantly buzzing from the drinks that have been steadily coming to your table. Perks of being Superman, everyone wants to send him a drink. He’s fostered more than one off on you. You keep shaking your head, laughter bubbling up through your words, “too many more and I’ll have to be carried home.”

He shifts in his tiki-esque chair and tilts his head to the side, mock pain at the thought, “Ooooh no, don’t even mention lifting anything. It makes my body ache.”

“That’s a comment about all the surfing and –“ Momentarily at a loss for words you shrug and mime a karate chop, aiming at his collarbone, “stuff, not my weight, right?”

“Right. Definitely not.”

As he’s nodding with emphasis to try to make your scowl disappear the waiter appears with the check. When had Henry signaled for it? Was your waiter a mind reader as well an enabler?

It’s a short walk back to the villa that has been rented out for your stay. At least, it would be if the pair of you weren’t taking your sweet time down the sidewalk. Typically not ones to meander and hinder the flow of foot traffic, it becomes the topic of conversation.

“How many more paces, you think?” You glance aside to study him as you ask the question.

Henry’s frown seems slightly sinister when lit from the streetlight overhead. He doesn’t dare to hazard a guess knowing full well you’d take that many and not a step more. “Too many?” Nodding after laughing along with you and passing from underneath the streetlamp, he looks up at the stars just beginning to be visible overhead. “I know. I’m exhausted, too. Might just fall into bed and not move till morning.”

You sidestep to bump into him, feeling him release your hand so that he can wrap his arm around your shoulders. It’s nearly too warm out for such close contact. With just enough breeze and the proximity to the water, the temptation to pull away from him lessens. He might’ve showered before coming out to the bar with you, but that was long enough ago that the scent of his soap has wafted away along with the heat of the day. “Hmmph. Hopefully not that exhausted. You smell like a bar, Henry.” Plus there are other activities you want to pursue after falling into bed with him, most of them requiring movement.

He draws you up short so that he can lean and audibly sniff your hair, “And so do you. Your point?”

“I’m just voting no to sleeping fully clothed.” You lift your eyebrows as you reply, attempting a knowing smile.

He’s adjusting where his hand lies on your torso as he maneuvers the pair of you back into motion, the pressure of his touch trailing down. Maybe he’s getting the hint. “Oh so we’re voting on it, meaning falling into bed isn’t off the table.”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, just barely, you shake your head, “Not the falling into bed part that I was objecting to…”

“And did you harrumph me, just then?”

This time you do roll your eyes, “No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Just shut up and walk, Henry. I’m starting to get sticky again.”

He does sit down and fall backward onto the bed fully clothed, but your steady glare gets him back up again – with a deep, albeit resigned, laugh that makes your skin tingle – and peeling off pieces of clothing. Finally down to his boxer briefs, your displeasure lifted, he settles again on the king sized bed. Only halfway drawing up the sheets, waiting to pull them over you as well, he emits a sigh loud enough to be heard from your position across the room. “Ahhhhh.”

He’s even got his eyes closed. If he falls asleep before you even get into the bed… “Did you brush your teeth?”

Those damned dimples appear, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes.”

“Liar. You didn’t step foot in the bathroom.”

He barely moves aside from the effort taken to reply to you. “Toss me the mouthwash?”

Maximum effort. You suppress a laugh, ducking into the bathroom to snag the bottle and your own toothbrush while you’re at it. He hasn’t budged. “Are you going to catch it?”

“Yep.”

“With your eyes closed?”

“Yep.”

Hmm would he move if you beaned him with the bottle? It’s only a little travel bottle, after all. But then if he’s nursing a bruise it certainly won’t get you closer to your goal, no matter how gratifying it might be in this instance. You’re careful with your aim, the release, and then – WHUMP – the mini-bar-sized bottle lands in the sheets next to his hip. Only then does Henry eek one eye open, first noting the location of the bottle, then to squint at you and note your toothbrush salute.

Teeth and mouth pleasantly clean and unfuzzy, you reemerge from the bathroom. The mouthwash sits on the bedside table next to his watch. Oh-Exhausted-One isn’t snoring, but for all appearances he’s out cold. You twist your lip into a momentary scowl, your libido not thanking you for being nice earlier. You huff under your breath, “Maybe I should have aimed a little to the left…”

The corners of Henry’s mouth twitch into a smile. “Mm very glad you didn’t.”

Ah so not sleeping, not yet anyway. He’s just really enjoying the backs of his eyelids. Maybe if you provide him a little incentive he’ll rise to the occasion. You let the sheets fall where they may as you settle into the bed cause if you get your way they’ll get shoved out of the way anyway. Resting on your side, you nudge him, “You could show me how glad…”

Still with his eyes closed, he lifts his eyebrows. “Tomorrow? Doubt I can even lift a finger right now.”

This time the noise you make is a harrumph, though he doesn’t call you on it. You reach across him to turn off his bedside lamp – saving Mister I Can’t Lift A Finger from having to do that, too – and flop back onto your back to enjoy the darkness and try to figure out how to keep from strangling your celebrity boyfriend in his sleep.

It’s just as you’re about to drift off and enjoy sexually frustrating dreams – you’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t kill him cause (a) too many people would miss him and/or notice right off the bat, and (b) you’ve nowhere to hide the body – that you feel the mattress shift indicating He Who Is Too Exhausted To Move has finally found a reserve bit of energy, probably to go to the loo since he hadn’t done so in prep for bed or while at the bar.

Unexpected contact – his hand seeking out the bottom edge of your shirt and skirting over your hipbone and abdomen – makes you blink your eyes open in surprise, and then annoyance. “Oh! Oh, so you can lift a finger.”

“I think, maybe I can…”

Oh yes he can lift a finger. You attempt to twist and push his hand from between your legs. You succeed just as his fingertips divert towards the edge of your panties, and you feel the fabric ruffle and snap back against your skin as he allows his hand to be pulled away from its task. “Henry… Fuck!” Your loosed explicative comes out breathless as you fall back on the bed again, once again sweating and hot in more ways than one.

His chuckle vibrates the bed, “That’s the idea, honey, though that does require more than a finger.”

#reply: ask games what if #imagine henry cavill #tjourn henners #henners and tjourn #dear lord I hope the readmore worked

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dawntainbobbynash · 3 years

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I will never recover from Saving Grace

#i still can’t think coherent thoughts about it #or the repercussions to come #i just see a gifset and start screaming #head empty no thoughts only THEY #lone star #mine.#text #grace #judd #grudd #911 lone star spoilers

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leeenuu · 3 years

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– abbi glines, the vincent brothers

#detective anna #анна-детективъ #anna mironova #yakov shtolman #anna x shtolman #gifs*#i think it's fairly obvious to say that i have completely lost my mind #head empty no thoughts only gifset ideas #not to mention i saw the synopsis for the new eps and god i’m so excited #da*

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fleurum · 4 years

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maybege · 2 years

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Coming Home

A quick little etl!Paz blurb that was inspired by a conversation I had with @mostly-megan about this gifset

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O AU, arranged marriage kind of, mentions of death/battle/blood, yearning, they're idiots in love

His ears were roaring, the blood pumping through his veins as his chest heaved. The plains around him were filled with the bodies of his enemies, those who had not joined the call for a retreat, those who would now wait for their mates in the eternal afterlife.

Warriors of his clan, loyal to him, stood all around him, cleaning the plains from those that sought to destroy their clan.

Breathing became harder and harder and he ripped off his helmet, taking in gulps of air as the vents of the days caught up with him. Fighting no longer offered the distraction, the reprieve, that it usually did for him. And that was a lot for an alpha to take in.

Almost inevitably, all on their own, his thoughts returned to you. The words you had spit at him, how you had flinched away from him, how you screamed you would never be able to forgive him if he fought. How you were glad he refused to mate you because you would not bear to see him again in the afterlife. The husband you had offered yourself to in exchange for peace with your clan.

And he remembered how angry he had gotten, how frustrated, how he had shut off completely, knowing that telling you the truth – that your father had attacked first, that he could never sacrifice his people for an omega he may or may not love, that he had a duty – would fall on deaf ears. How he had simply shed his cape, told you that he was glad his safe return would not matter to you. That you could sleep well, then, without him.

The pain in his chest as he had left the covert was something he had never felt before.

A hand grabbed his upper arm ripping him away and he flinched, suddenly face to face with his right-hand man.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, Vizsla?“ Dieko hissed at him, his hands heavy on his shoulders, “What do you think will happen to your omega after you die, huh? Do you think your council will keep her safe here? Think that anyone can take care of her better than you? Get your head straight, Vizsla, whatever shit you’re pulling it’s only going to break her heart and yours.”

He blinked, not quite understanding what Dieko was talking about. Only the mention of breaking your heart, of hurting you, got him to listen. Because stars knew you could hate him all you want but he would never – could never – hurt you.

Then he remembered how reckless he had been. How he had fought like a young one, like his life did not matter, like he was challenging death itself to come and get him if it dared.

“Calm down, friend,” he replied gruffly, wiping the blood from his face, probably only succeeding in streaking it more over his cheeks, “Nothing happened.”

“Something very well could’ve,” Dieko hissed, not letting go, his hand even wrapping around his throat, pure anger in his eyes and face. Paz was too shocked – no one ever dared to teach the clan leader like that – to say anything. So, he just stared. And listened.

“I refuse to take over the task of telling your widow what happened and see her discarded from our clan, refused to be taken in by her own. All because you are too stubborn to talk.”

“I would never leave her alone like that,” he heard himself saying. And meaning it. The thought of never seeing you again, of spending his last moments regretting everything he had never said to you.

“Don’t tell me that,” Dieko said, letting go of him and patting his shoulders, “Tell her.”

It was dark by the time they reached the covert. There was no large welcome ceremony, no uproar. Just the quiet and empty halls as everyone made their way back home. He could smell the scent of happiness, of relief, through the doors, even spotted Dieko being greeted by his omega as she flung herself at him, burying her face in his neck.

A pang in his chest made him look away, the unreasonable wish that one day you would greet him like that too coming up in him.

The rooms of the clan leader were the furthest inside the cave, the safest place for the covert. He had only reluctantly accepted them, happy with his one room as a warrior during the time his parents had still been alive. But now he relished in the space because it was space that he could offer you. And even if you were to avoid him, he knew that wherever you were, you were safe.

His heart started pounding, his feet getting heavier with every step he took towards your shared home. And then the door was in front of him and he felt more nervous than walking into any battle.

You were probably already asleep somewhere, not acknowledging him until the morning and it pained him even as he put his hand on the doorknob, slowly pushing it open and revealing his home.

He found himself taking a deep breath through his nose, relishing in your scent that coloured every single thing in his rooms now. (He would not have it any other way but he was not ready to admit that yet.) It was not completely dark yet, a single lamp in the corner still shining a dimming light across the room.

The size of his bed was something you had always enjoyed, he knew that. The blankets, the pillows, the space and the softness – all things that made you curl up next to him happily, your hands seeking him in your sleep, pulling his hand up until you could lay it over your neck. He knew you never did it on purpose, never wanted him to squeeze or anything. But you wanted his scent. And stars, did he want to scent you.

But the surprise he felt when he saw you in the bed this time, too, was something he could never ever put into words. Because there you were, right in the middle, a nest of blankets on top of the sheets and while that made his heartbeat skip on its own, what really got to him was that you were clutching his cape to your nose, whimpering in your sleep.

“Omega,” he whispered hoarsely, feeling his tears sting suspiciously, “Omega, love, I’m home.”

You flinched, your eyes suddenly wide open but still unfocused from sleep. “Alpha?” you asked groggily, “is that you?”

He nodded, not finding the words, and stepped closer, lowering himself so he could sit down at the edge of the bed.

And suddenly your arms were around him, your whole weight slamming against him and he groaned in surprise, falling on his back and you followed, burying your face in his neck much like Dieko and his mate and his throat was tight, his skin hot and cold and all he wanted was to –

“I am so sorry,” he started, taking a deep breath, “I am so sorry, omega, I never- I never wanted you to think that –“

Your body trembled under his hands and it took him a while to realize that you were crying. For him.

“You were gone and I thought,” you sniffled, leaning back a bit so he could see your tear-stained cheeks, your trembling lips, your red-rimmed yes, “I thought you might never come back again. Paz, I – I do not want anything to happen to you. Never.”

He swallowed thickly, wishing he could somehow make you understand how important you were to him. How much he admired you. How much he loved you, even. But he was afraid that whatever he was going to say now, whatever words he would manage to form, would frighten you away.

You did not seem to notice his inner struggle. You were straddling him, wearing nothing but your long shift and his cape around your shoulders and you were so close, he never wanted to leave this bed.

Yet, he could see the exact moment you spotted the bruises on his neck, left there by Dieko.

“Who did this?” you asked, frowning in concern, your fingers reaching up to brush over his scent gland again, your nails slightly scratching over his stubble, “What happened?”

“It’s – they’re nothing,” he assured you with a smile, “just me acting like a fool.”

“Are you okay?” you asked again, a little furrow between your brows as you mustered him up and down, trying to spot any damage on his armours that could indicate an injury. But your fingers kept moving, brushing over his throat as you calmed him down.

He closed his eyes, simply enjoying you scenting him. “Hmm, I think I am, now at least,” he teased you and he felt that hearing your giggle added ten years to his life.

You leant forward, your nose brushing over his throat and a whole body shudder went through him when he felt your lips on him too. He hummed, his hands tightening on your hips pulling you closer and you seemed to tighten your arms around him as well.

He leant his head back, wanting to give you more space. The movement made his eyes wander even as his body stirred, feeling you press your body against his, and he found quite a few bowls and plates of food on the table by the door, looking lush and plenty and completely untouched.

“What’s that, omega, did you have a feast without me?” he joked, trying to ignore the sting of fear that maybe you did have fun while he was away.

But you looked at him so sweetly, so sincerely, it made his heart ache, his fingers skimming you’re your sides.

“No, I – I just had prepared for when you come back,” you explained, his heart stopping. You slipped out his arms so easily, his fingers reached for you even when you were with both feet on the floor again.

Watching you walk through your shared room, your hips swaying, the thin fabric of your shift barely covering your form, it made him feel all sorts of things. His cock stirred, his breathing picked up, and his heart clenched in his chest. But most of all it made him feel warm. And wanted.

“I got some of the berries you like,” you explained shyly, coming back with a little bowl, crawling into your nest, beckoning him to follow you. The pieces of his armour came off quicker than ever before and he curled around you, draping his big body around yours so he could feel you everywhere.

You giggled, raising a berry to his lips and he took it between his teeth, unable to resist the temptation to press a quick kiss to your fingertips. Your sharp intake of breath made his scent spike and he could smell yours too, warm and fresh and sweet. Irresistible.

He had hardly noticed that you had gotten this close. But your forehead was against his, your noses brushing and your breaths were mingling. His hand landed on your hip, pulling you a little closer.

“You want one too?” he asked, his voice rough, shuffling even closer so your legs were pressed against each other.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, “Please, alpha.”

Neither of you believed you were talking about the fruit anymore.

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #etl!paz vibes

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