Mary Karr, “Diogenes Tries to Forget”
[text ID: It’s one of those days when everything is half-off, / half-on. My shirt, for example, which I notice / is buttoned wrong while staring in the diner window. / I think I want a slice of pecan pie, some life / sweeter than this, life my childhood in Texas. / There’s no pie today, just you, / by accident again, bent over your coffee / like the “V” the geese fly south. / It’s a fall day. Because we’re melancholy, / we kick leaves, pick up rocks to consider / tossing them at dogs. I only breathe with one lung / since you’ve been gone, you say. And I love you / with one hemisphere of my brain, / the dumb one, which forgets.]
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Car sex with Bucky
Rough car sex with Bucky
Maybe they wanted each other/ teased a little too much they didn’t make it home and just HAD to pull over
ohhh, this is so hot thoughhh
Warnings | language (including light degradation), possessive!Bucky, smut (piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked
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"What do you think you're doing?" you offered Bucky the most innocent eyes as you trailed your hand up his thigh, closer and closer to his hard cock. His grip on the wheel visibly tightened as steely eyes flicked over to you, "you're playing with fire little brat. Don't start what you can't finish."
"Funny," you leaned your over the console and palmed him through his jeans. It took every ounce of strength to keep his eyes on the road, "coming from the man that had his fingers in my pussy while we were out at a restaurant."
"That was just-"
"For fun?" you slowly undid the button of his jeans but a vibranium hand quickly latched onto your wrist and stopped you. A small gasp left your lips as he pulled the car off the side of the quiet road, "what are you doing?"
"You fuckin' can't wait until we're home?" he asked as he let go out of your hand and opened his door, "get into the back."
"You want it? You can have it," he said as you eagerly maneuvered yourself into the backseat. He opened the door and slid in next to you, making sure you were flat on your back, "dirty fuckin' girl. You just like being used, don't you?"
"'m yours," you squeaked out as he leaned down to roughly kiss you,, all the while sliding up your dress, "please fuck me."
"What my baby wants, my baby gets," he pulled down his jeans and boxers, running a his cool, vibranium fingers through your soaked folds, "always so wet."
"'is all for you," a small moan escaped your lips as he quickly entered, not stopping until he bottomed out, "oh."
"Feel so fucking good," his breath was hot and warm in your ear before he sloppily kissed you, not holding back and fucking you senseless, "this pussy was made for me."
All you could think about was how good he made you feel as he fucked you at a brutal pace, not stopping until he could feel your walls clenching around his cock. You buried your face into his shoulder as he groaned in your ear, "you gonna come around my cock while I fill you up?"
"Please, wanna feel you," you whimpered as you felt your release wash over you and felt him spill inside of you, "Bucky."
"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed, gently compared to everything how roughly he was fucking you, "God, you feel so perfect."
"Love you," you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and his expression instantly softened.
"I love you too, baby," he grabbed your jaw gently and looked at you with pure adoration, "even when you act like a brat."
"Maybe you should punish me then."
"Oh, I intend on it," he promised, "when we get home, you're all mine."
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