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Playlist Prompt: Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry / “Til you die?”
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 14 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . It belongs to Stud and Smartie! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You were snuggled with Bucky on the couch, tucked perfectly under his arm. You liked to believe that his body had perfect grooves where you could fit against him. Like a puzzle piece.
The missing pieces of each other.
“Hey, Stud?”
“Yeah, Smartie?”
You tilted your head to gaze up at him. “Will you always love me?”
He smiled down at you, his eyes soft in a way reserved only for you. “How’s that even a question?” he asked in return, kissing the tip of your nose. “But to answer it, yeah, I’ll always love you.”
Your heart did a funny flip. One of the things you loved about being with Bucky was that he still made your heart race, and you knew he always would. The flame between you two would never go out.
“Even when we’re old, and I have wrinkles everywhere?” you teased.
“You mean when we age like fine wine?” he teased back, kissing the corner of your eye. “Yeah, I’ll still love you.”
“‘Til you die? You’ll still love me then?”
Your throat felt tight, your eyes burning unexpectedly. The question was meant to tease him, but you hated the idea of a world without him in it. You thought of some people who simply faded when their other half was gone.
That would likely be you if he left the world before you did.
Bucky held you closer, as if feeling the same way you did. “I’ll love you beyond that.”
You tried to sniffle discreetly. “If I go first, I’ll wait for you,” you promised.
He exhaled against the top of your head. “I go where you go.”
“Hey, Stud?”
“Yeah, Smartie?”
“I’ll always love you, too.” You smiled as a tear slid down your cheek. “I just wanted you to know that.”
Playlist Prompt: Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry / “Til you die?”
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 14 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . It belongs to Stud and Smartie! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You were snuggled with Bucky on the couch, tucked perfectly under his arm. You liked to believe that his body had perfect grooves where you could fit against him. Like a puzzle piece.
The missing pieces of each other.
“Hey, Stud?”
“Yeah, Smartie?”
You tilted your head to gaze up at him. “Will you always love me?”
He smiled down at you, his eyes soft in a way reserved only for you. “How’s that even a question?” he asked in return, kissing the tip of your nose. “But to answer it, yeah, I’ll always love you.”
Your heart did a funny flip. One of the things you loved about being with Bucky was that he still made your heart race, and you knew he always would. The flame between you two would never go out.
“Even when we’re old, and I have wrinkles everywhere?” you teased.
“You mean when we age like fine wine?” he teased back, kissing the corner of your eye. “Yeah, I’ll still love you.”
“‘Til you die? You’ll still love me then?”
Your throat felt tight, your eyes burning unexpectedly. The question was meant to tease him, but you hated the idea of a world without him in it. You thought of some people who simply faded when their other half was gone.
That would likely be you if he left the world before you did.
Bucky held you closer, as if feeling the same way you did. “I’ll love you beyond that.”
You tried to sniffle discreetly. “If I go first, I’ll wait for you,” you promised.
He exhaled against the top of your head. “I go where you go.”
“Hey, Stud?”
“Yeah, Smartie?”
“I’ll always love you, too.” You smiled as a tear slid down your cheek. “I just wanted you to know that.”
Playlist Prompt: Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney / “Only those in love could know”
Warnings: Kidnapped, forced marriage, soft dark vibes, obsessive behavior, Cole Turner (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 13 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The silverware scraped along Cole’s plate as he cut into the meat. He closed his eyes when he took a bite, humming appreciatively. He enjoyed your cooking. It didn’t matter what you made. He’d eat it with the softest of smiles.
“This is delicious,” he praised, taking another bite. “You outdo yourself every time.”
Your smile was careful. Practiced. “Thank you, Cole.”
Why do people hurt us so?
Only those in love could know.
He chuckled, the sound a bit bitter as he pushed his food around. “Interesting song,” he muttered.
You had almost forgotten there was music playing.
He thought it was romantic to have music on while you ate dinner. Not too loud, of course. He wouldn’t be able to talk to you if there was additional sound drowning him out.
“You know, all these romance books and Hallmark movies have these farm boys getting the girl and I thought for the longest time that would never be me,” he said, reaching over to take your hand. “But then I met you.”
You didn’t say anything.
“And I finally got the girl.”
You were careful not to flinch when he squeezed your hand. “You sure did.”
One date.
You went on one date with Cole.
The two of you got along. He was good looking and the conversation came surprisingly easy, but he was also quick to glare at any guy who looked your way and make comments under his breath. That set off inner warning bells.
You should’ve leaned into that instinct when he insisted on walking you to your door, but you didn’t expect him to force his way inside
And you really didn’t expect him to bring you to his home and demand that you marry him.
So much for dating a “nice guy”, huh?
First time writing for him, and of course I made him a creep. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Summary: Chris has no regrets when it comes to you.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, having a baby with Beck, Chris Beck (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 10 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Chris Beck was a responsible guy.
He had to be in his line of work. Being a flight surgeon meant he took care of others, making sure the crew members were healthy, fit, and able to perform their duties safely. He did his job well. He always had.
But when the opportunity for a new mission came up, he turned it down.
Because he had a new responsibility now.
He smiled gently as he stood in the nursery doorway, watching you hold your son as you rocked in the chair. The sight warmed his heart. Being away from you would’ve been tortuous enough. Being away from you and his son? He couldn’t do it.
He was needed here.
“How’s CJ doing?” he asked when you looked up.
You thought CJ would be a cute nickname for Chris Jr., and he agreed.
“Needy for attention, like his father,” you teased.
He laughed and walked over, crouching down to give his son a kiss on the top of his head. “Of course, we’re needy for your attention. You’re my wife. You’re his mother.”
You smiled at him. “Well, we love having your attention, too,” you said, your smile fading just a touch. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“You sure you don’t regret turning that mission down?”
His brows furrowed before his lips touched your forehead. “I will never regret it,” he promised.
The stars reminded him how vast and wondrous the universe could be, but he had his entire world right in front of him.
Every night’s another reason why I left it all.
You blinked away the mist in your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered, giving his sleepy son a tender smile when he wrapped his small hand around his finger. “Love you, too, son.”
May I give him a family, please? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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Playlist Prompt: Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
Warnings: Roleplay, mention of death, D/s vibes, mention of safeword,smut undertone, tied up, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 9 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Nick circled you slowly, like he had all the time in the world to do so. He must’ve felt smug since it didn’t take much for him to capture you. At least he took care in making sure the ropes weren’t digging into your skin too much.
He didn’t give your partner the same treatment, from what he told you.
Put a bullet in his head.
“You know, I remember every single thing you’ve ever said to me.”
You didn’t respond to that. What could you say? He was the head of the CIA, and you were a lowly agent.
It didn’t make sense why he’d pay attention to or care about you.
“Like when we met and you complimented me on my tie.” He smiled gently. “You said it matched my eyes.”
You bit your tongue. It was a small compliment. But it seemed to mean more to him.
“And like when you said you felt so happy you could die when we were stuck in the elevator.”
“I didn’t say that,” you said softly.
“I know,” he said, smirking when he brushed a thumb along your cheek. “Just making sure you’re paying attention to me.”
As if he’d let your attention drift elsewhere.
“What did you say?” he asked.
You bit your tongue when his hand slid to your throat and rested there.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“I said ‘green’, Sir,” you whispered, breaking character because you had to.
Green was your safeword.
He smiled. “Happy anniversary.”
Today was your six month anniversary.
Six months of roleplaying and him fucking you like a man possessed. And taking care of you after like you were something for him to cherish. He always put you back together after he broke you.
And he was going to do it again tonight.
Nick can do whatever he wants. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Playlist Prompt: Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
Warnings: Flirting, humor, drinking, reader has little to no filter, Bucky Barnes and his Dyson Air Wrap hair (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 12 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“You know, this isn’t really fair,” you said, nodding to Bucky’s bottle. “You can’t get drunk.”
He smirked a little. “Not true. Thor has that stuff that can knock me on my ass.”
“Bet you’re a sloppy drunk,” you joked, knowing he’d still manage to look graceful if he fell on his face. “Or a tease.”
He put a hand on his chest. “I would never tease.”
You blinked twice. “Um, I’ve worked with you for three months, and you tease all the time,” you said, pointing a finger at him. “In fact, I cannot stand the way you tease.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his blue eyes sparkling. “Exactly how do I tease?”
You gaped at him. Bloody and beaten or well rested, it didn’t matter. He was a tease by existing. He woke up every day and chose violence on you and your pussy.
“That right there! Your hair. Always tousling it like you’re about to pose for some slutty book cover.”
The corner of his lip tugged. “Slutty book cover?”
“And walking around in your smedium tops like Steve,” you said. You couldn’t blame it on the alcohol since you didn’t have that much to drink. “Showing off your muscles and tiddies.”
He snorted into his drink. “Smedium? Tiddies?”
“And your gorgeous bedroom eyes,” you continued, making the mistake of looking right into them. “And you’re so… wonderful.”
He looked surprised… and touched.
“It kinda sounds like you like me,” he said, his voice soft.
Your throat went dry. Of course, you liked him. But you didn’t want to confess like that.
Not tonight.
You cleared your throat. “I think you should finish your drink.”
He did so with his eyes on you. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Why did you have to open your mouth?
Keep talking. He wants to hear it! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Playlist Prompt: Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
Warnings: Flirting, humor, drinking, reader has little to no filter, Bucky Barnes and his Dyson Air Wrap hair (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 12 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“You know, this isn’t really fair,” you said, nodding to Bucky’s bottle. “You can’t get drunk.”
He smirked a little. “Not true. Thor has that stuff that can knock me on my ass.”
“Bet you’re a sloppy drunk,” you joked, knowing he’d still manage to look graceful if he fell on his face. “Or a tease.”
He put a hand on his chest. “I would never tease.”
You blinked twice. “Um, I’ve worked with you for three months, and you tease all the time,” you said, pointing a finger at him. “In fact, I cannot stand the way you tease.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his blue eyes sparkling. “Exactly how do I tease?”
You gaped at him. Bloody and beaten or well rested, it didn’t matter. He was a tease by existing. He woke up every day and chose violence on you and your pussy.
“That right there! Your hair. Always tousling it like you’re about to pose for some slutty book cover.”
The corner of his lip tugged. “Slutty book cover?”
“And walking around in your smedium tops like Steve,” you said. You couldn’t blame it on the alcohol since you didn’t have that much to drink. “Showing off your muscles and tiddies.”
He snorted into his drink. “Smedium? Tiddies?”
“And your gorgeous bedroom eyes,” you continued, making the mistake of looking right into them. “And you’re so… wonderful.”
He looked surprised… and touched.
“It kinda sounds like you like me,” he said, his voice soft.
Your throat went dry. Of course, you liked him. But you didn’t want to confess like that.
Not tonight.
You cleared your throat. “I think you should finish your drink.”
He did so with his eyes on you. “This conversation isn’t over.”
Why did you have to open your mouth?
Keep talking. He wants to hear it! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Summary: Jack talks with you on the hospital rooftop.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”
Warnings: Hint of longing and lust, Jack Abbot (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 11 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You stood on the roof of the hospital, your bones weary from the long shift. The city continued to bustle, just like the building you stood on, though the traffic was quieter and the air cooler. You closed your eyes and let yourself breathe properly. It felt good.
Footsteps approached, and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Jack.
“Thought I’d find you up here,” he said, his voice raspy.
“Sorry I don’t have a prize for you finding me,” you said when he stopped beside you.
“Seeing you is enough of a prize.”
You scoffed. His deadpan delivery always got you in the best way. You appreciated that.
You appreciated a lot of things about him.
“You doing okay?” he asked, and you knew he meant it.
It took you a moment to respond. “Yeah. Just a long shift.”
He hummed in understanding. “How about I do something for you?”
You turned your head toward him, your heart skipping a beat. He somehow looked more handsome at night, the shadows adding to his allure. He looked at ease, too, like the weight of life decided not to push him down tonight.
“What’s that?” you asked.
“Tell you a story.”
“What story?”
“When you and I worked our first shift together.” He paused and looked up at the sky. “Changed my life.”
Your breath rushed out of your lungs. There was no sarcasm. No deadpan. Just the kind of honesty that came from a man who had seen too many horrors in his life.
“I was so nervous,” you whispered.
“You were,” he confirmed, his fingers brushing yours. “But this is my story to tell, so you listen.”
You smiled a real smile. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes flashed.
Oh. He liked that.
You’d have to remember that.
Who doesn't want this man to pay attention to you? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Summary: Chris has no regrets when it comes to you.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, having a baby with Beck, Chris Beck (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 10 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Chris Beck was a responsible guy.
He had to be in his line of work. Being a flight surgeon meant he took care of others, making sure the crew members were healthy, fit, and able to perform their duties safely. He did his job well. He always had.
But when the opportunity for a new mission came up, he turned it down.
Because he had a new responsibility now.
He smiled gently as he stood in the nursery doorway, watching you hold your son as you rocked in the chair. The sight warmed his heart. Being away from you would’ve been tortuous enough. Being away from you and his son? He couldn’t do it.
He was needed here.
“How’s CJ doing?” he asked when you looked up.
You thought CJ would be a cute nickname for Chris Jr., and he agreed.
“Needy for attention, like his father,” you teased.
He laughed and walked over, crouching down to give his son a kiss on the top of his head. “Of course, we’re needy for your attention. You’re my wife. You’re his mother.”
You smiled at him. “Well, we love having your attention, too,” you said, your smile fading just a touch. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“You sure you don’t regret turning that mission down?”
His brows furrowed before his lips touched your forehead. “I will never regret it,” he promised.
The stars reminded him how vast and wondrous the universe could be, but he had his entire world right in front of him.
Every night’s another reason why I left it all.
You blinked away the mist in your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered, giving his sleepy son a tender smile when he wrapped his small hand around his finger. “Love you, too, son.”
May I give him a family, please? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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Playlist Prompt: Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
Warnings: Roleplay, mention of death, D/s vibes, mention of safeword,smut undertone, tied up, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 9 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Nick circled you slowly, like he had all the time in the world to do so. He must’ve felt smug since it didn’t take much for him to capture you. At least he took care in making sure the ropes weren’t digging into your skin too much.
He didn’t give your partner the same treatment, from what he told you.
Put a bullet in his head.
“You know, I remember every single thing you’ve ever said to me.”
You didn’t respond to that. What could you say? He was the head of the CIA, and you were a lowly agent.
It didn’t make sense why he’d pay attention to or care about you.
“Like when we met and you complimented me on my tie.” He smiled gently. “You said it matched my eyes.”
You bit your tongue. It was a small compliment. But it seemed to mean more to him.
“And like when you said you felt so happy you could die when we were stuck in the elevator.”
“I didn’t say that,” you said softly.
“I know,” he said, smirking when he brushed a thumb along your cheek. “Just making sure you’re paying attention to me.”
As if he’d let your attention drift elsewhere.
“What did you say?” he asked.
You bit your tongue when his hand slid to your throat and rested there.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“I said ‘green’, Sir,” you whispered, breaking character because you had to.
Green was your safeword.
He smiled. “Happy anniversary.”
Today was your six month anniversary.
Six months of roleplaying and him fucking you like a man possessed. And taking care of you after like you were something for him to cherish. He always put you back together after he broke you.
And he was going to do it again tonight.
Nick can do whatever he wants. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
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Summary: You and your friend play with a Ouija board in your new home.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin / “I feel a premonition”
Warnings: Ouija board, soft dark vibes, creepy factor, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 8 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
“I feel a premonition.”
You laughed a little. “This is a Ouija board. You don’t get premonitions from that.”
You weren’t sure how your friend, Beth, convinced you to do this in your new home. It was a little older and needed some work, but it was still nice. A perfect place to make a home.
Though for the few days you had been there, the rooms felt inexplicably cold at times. It felt like someone was watching you, especially when you were in the bathroom or bedroom. And you swore someone was whispering your name before you went to sleep.
But it had to be jitters since you lived alone.
No one was there except for you.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun,” she joked, closing her eyes. “Is there someone here with us?”
“I don’t think-”
The planchette began to move, Beth’s eyes going wide when it landed on “YES.”
“That…” She swallowed hard. “That wasn’t me.”
“It wasn’t me either,” you said, your heart racing faster. “What’s your name?”
The planchette moved again, slowly stopping at five letters.
“Bucky,” you whispered.
“Who the hell is Bucky?” Beth asked.
You shrugged because you had no idea. “Are you the one watching me?”
“Watching you?” she questioned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
The planchette went back to the word “YES.”
You both froze. Beth had a terrible poker face, so you knew she wasn’t doing this. But spirits didn’t exist.
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Summary: Hal is such a beautiful sight in the morning.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
Warnings: Implied sex, reader is thirsty, humor, touch of fluff, pet name (baby), Hal Carter (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 7 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ I posted 8 before 7! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
There was nothing quite like waking up to the sight of Hal Carter walking around your bedroom.
Naked.
Your thighs pressed together as he picked up your discarded clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket. The man had a body made for sinning and the delicious burn between your thighs served as a reminder of that. He could very well be the death of you and your pussy one day.
Maybe they’d put on your headstone, “Dicked to death and enjoyed every second of it.”
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and turned to give you a panty melting smile.
Oh, wait, he pulled those off with his teeth hours ago.
“Morning, baby.”
“Morning,” you breathed, watching him spin around and make a show of it when he picked up one more thing.
Harlot.
“You’re staring.”
Your cheeks went hot. It was kind of funny that him knowing you were staring was the thing that embarrassed you and not the noises he pulled out of you the night before. You seriously didn’t know how he managed to do that.
Then again, it was Hal and it shouldn’t have surprised you.
“I’m not staring,” you lied while staring directly at his backside.
You didn’t know if you should smack it, grab it, or sink your teeth into it.
Maybe all three.
He put his hand on his hips and faced you. Your eyes went right to his glorious dick. You were pretty sure you whimpered.
“I know you like what you see, but my eyes are up here,” he teased, gesturing to his face.
“Great. I can look at your tits on the way up,” you teased back.
