Writing For the Heck of It

So, I decided it would be fun to do an overly detailed scene with you and Bucky cuddling.Y’all it’s just fluff… Like seriously just fluffy crapola!

After a ridiculously long day, you thought it would a good idea to just curl up on the couch and take a nap for a while. You deserved it, after all. All the stress you’ve been under does nothing to help with these awful sinus headaches you’ve been having. 

Yea…a nap will be good.

You grab your favorite blanket. A light green thrown that seemed like it would be way to rough for anyone to actually enjoy. But no, it was great. It was heavy enough to keep you warm, but also light enough that you didn’t feel like you were being smothered. The edges had these little fringe-y tassels on them. But you never actually felt the edges of it - you were always swallowed whole because of how big these thing was. 

Wrapping your blanket around you shoulders, you sit in the exact middle of the couch. Actually, your couch used to have pretty good structure. Not so much now, it’s pretty old and has been put through quite a beating … more than once. Now, it just kinda sinks as you sit on it. It’s welcoming as you lay over resting your head on a pillow. 

Yea…you deserve this. 

As you slept you half-knowingly hear your deadbolt click and some keys drop to the table next to the door. 

“Babe?” a booming voice, echoing around the room. A little too loud for you to enjoy your nap. 

“mHhm,” you respond; not even parting your lips to acknowledge his existence. You tried your vary hardiest to greet each other with a kiss whenever you’d been apart. But not this time - the couch was to comfortable, the blanket too warm, and the pillow supporting your neck just right. You couldn’t risk moving. 

You remember Bucky standing behind the couch and seeing you asleep. You’re sure you looked like crap: hair pressed against your face and curled into a little ball draped in your blanket. But still he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to your temple. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed. 

it had to be about twenty minuets later when you opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the floor across the room from you - his legs bend slightly as his heels stayed planted on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. He was holding one of those long sticks for fires…you really need to find out what those are called…carefully moving the logs around in the fireplace that was before him. He has a raging fire going. It crackled and snapped like never before - the soothing noise bouncing off the walls. 

“Hey,” you finally say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“More headaches?” he asks without even looking, just rearranging the logs. 

“Yea,” finally releasing your eyes from too much rubbing. 

“Well,” standing, “lets skip the screens and just hang out here.” walking over towards you. As he reached where you sat, he squatted down, “Want any meds?”

“No, I took some on the way home.”

And with a simple shake of his head, he stood and moved the pillow which was still in the perfect position. Instead, he sat down and propped his arm up against the back of the couch. Looking at him, you narrowed your eyes not quite sure what he was doing. 

“You gonna come over here,” he asked nodding his head towards himself. 

With a smile that felt the size of your face, you laid back over and rested your head on his chest. You both kind of re-situated a little bit, before finally settling down. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of this - he barely even liked to be hugged. So you drank in every detail you could.  How his shirt felt against your cheek, almost too soft. And how his scent just saturated everything. He smelt like a man, no smell in particular -  just like someone who you wouldn’t want to meet in a back alley, but also someone who could be a gentleman. You memorized the way his stomach flexed when you placed your hand on him. And how cold his arm was when he fixed the blanket from falling off your shoulder. How his chest would rise and fall with every long, frighteningly slow, breath he would take. The little smiles he pulled from you when you heard him clearing his throat and moving his hips a little trying to adjust to this much…touch.

“Thank you,” with your hand gently resting under your head on his chest, watching the fire he built.

Milf!Reader with teen kids to Thor but they’ve drifted apart completely and basically called it quits.

Loki makes the reader feel gooooooood about herself again (if ygm😏)

Maybe a lil spit kink going on? I LIVE for Laufeyson spitting in my mouth.

I love your writing Angel 🤎

what if ; loki

warnings : cheating, Thor’s a dick in this one, smut, 18+, size kink, spitting kink, creampie, hairpulling, choking

request a headcanon for zee’s 7k celebration

Loki had always had a thing for you, from the moment Thor had brought you home. He had his eyes on you.

He had wanted you, and he almost had you when Thor cheated on you spring break two years into your relationship. You had fully planned to let Loki fuck you, heading to a hotel when the blond had shown up in tears and groveled on his knees for your heart, telling you how he had been drunk and it was mistake. He’d never do it again — and you left Loki waiting in hotel suite as the biggest what if in your life.

Sixteen years later, Loki is the first to notice you and Thor are on the outs. He had been biding his time all the years, waiting for you because he knew you would come to him eventually.

There are just some days that are pure, unadulterated crap. I mean, days that are nowhere near productive, days that are longer than any other day…ever, and days that make you come home and light up a cigarette in the shower. But then there are other days.

Days where that cigarette in the steaming shower just doesn’t cut. Days where you’re so upset and so sad that you can’t even cry. There’s disappointment but you’re also not shocked. And those are the days when he is absolutely essential. Sure, he’s always needed…but there are just some days only he can fix.

Days when there are no other options than to drop your bags just inside the door, throw your shoes on the floor, and find my man. As soon as my eyes meet his, he always can tell when I need some peace. And he, without fail, drops everything he’s working on and makes his way to the couch.

SUMMARY: Imagine working in a place where you constantly have to be in the most prim and proper mood - then go home to Bucky.

WARNINGS: Some language  Nothing really in the smut or angst genre…mostly just mush

You slumped down into your rolling chair that did very little to support your back. The world around you seeming to fade into oblivion. Surely this wasn’t actually happening. You blinked silently at your keyboard as if it held the answers to every question ever asked.

“Hey!”

You raised your head to meet the person across from your desk with an artificial smile. There was no sense in anything less than a smile. Showing my actual emotions would do no good – not here, at least.

“Hey Joyce, what can I help you with today?”

The rest of your day was filled with mundane, nothingness. Tasks that would make no difference if they were completed or forgotten. Someone would always be there to get them finished. But the worse part of all, I finished everything with a smile.

Every conversation had a plastered smile.

Every walk down the hall accompanied by delicately positioned lips.

Every phone call lead with the voice of a smiling woman from your end of the line.

It was all you could do to get through the day. Until that blasted 4:59 rolled over to 5:00 o’clock. Where you were permitted to gather your things and display yet another amusing expression for your walk to the car.

You clicked that freaking unlock button. Opened the back car door and threw your bag in. Launching yourself in the driver’s seat and turned the key.

Immediately, the soft hum of the news filled your ears. This morning’s solum ride in just wouldn’t do. You crushed the first preset on your radio in a desperate search for music. Nothin – commercials. The second setting. Music met your dying heart.

You pulled the volume up to a roar that brought the first sincere smile to your lips in hours. The entire drive home you pulled the volume up at a relentless pace. Making sure that it was always louder than your own voice.

Pulling into your driveway, you threw the car in park. For the first time since you started your car 29 minuets ago, you turned the volume down. Your ears filled with a quiet hum – that hum after you’ve listened to something too loud for too long. Flipping the key towards yourself.

Finally convincing yourself to peel out of the seat and go into your cramped apartment, you started your journey up the walkway. Sliding the key in the lock, you twisted and opened the door.

“Babe!” Bucky met you at the door to greet you with an arm thrown around your shoulders and an enthusiastic kiss to the side of your temple.

“Hey.” You mustered with yet another fake smile – albeit faint.

“Aww, what’s the deal?” he pulled back to look at you, “Bad day at work?”

“Nothing really” beginning to walk out of his embrace, “just a long day.”

“Oh no, no, no!” he caught your wrist as you tried to walk away, “I don’t think so. What’s up?”

“Bucky, I don’t have the energy for this.”

“For what?”

“Whatever your ‘bout to try!” you screamed. Far more snippy, loud, and sharp that you intended to be. His eyes grew larger and drew his head back to examine you more closely. With your free hand, you brought your fingertips to your eyebrow and shook your head,

“I’m sorry.” Placing your hand out at your side to signal your confusion, “I don’t know what –“ your voice cracked.

Bucky seen your eyes gloss and pulled you into a consuming hug “It’s okay.”

“I just –“ taking a deep breath and feeling his chest flex under your palm covered face. “I am a smiley, happy freaking joy robot all day long. I can’t not be. If I don’t smile and I’m not peppy then I’ll just be fired. It’s part of the flipping job and anything less that ecstatic all day long is not acceptable!”

“What?” barely a whisper.

You pulled yourself barely off of his chest, “At work. I’m always the one who fixes all the problems and councils through all the drama. And I can’t ever have even one bad second because apparently,” your tone became more frustrated, “if I can’t keep myself together, I can’t fix everyone else’s problems.” You turned and walked away hands on your hips in frustration.

“And then, I get home with you.” You turned to look at a taken back Bucky; obviously confused by your statement, “You do nothing wrong! You meet me at the door and you always smile because you want to.” You shook your head, “It ticks me off!”

Bucky took a step forward, mouth open ready to say something. Your hand flew up, “I’m not done yet.” Surprised he stopped his forward maneuver.

“I need to come home and be allowed to be more than just. . .” you thought for a second, “more than just happy!”

He laughed, “So, you want me to make you mad?”

“No!” raising your hand to your head. When had this conversation become so confusing? “I just want to be frustrated. Just sit in my out annoyance. Like today.”

“What about today?”

“Today I wanted to come home and complain and whine and…”

“And?”

“And just be a bitch for no damn reason!”

Bucky’s face…was that confusion or amusement? “First of all,” he took a step forward, “I didn’t ask you to come home and be happy.” He closed the gap between you – you could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered, “And second, I think Bitchy Y/n would be kinda hot.”

You laughed and turned to walk away. But he caught your wrist once again and smiled, “Oh common!” Your laughter roared as you tried to pull away,

“Buck, Babe, let me go change.”

He let you go and as you walked down the hall you heard him yell, “I can take it – bring on the bitch. I bet that bitch is fuckin’ kinky!”

Let me know what y’all think!

SUMMARY: Poker night gets a bit more exciting

WARNINGS: Language, so much language.  Nothing really in the smut or angst genre…mostly girls being girls and what not.

NOTES: For @mermaidxatxheart​ challenge that was do forever ago. So sorry it’s so late, babe!!!

“It’s ‘bout damn time.” you laughed as the deck of cards slapped against the table.

Wanda’s fingers handled them like an expert as she shuffled. Natasha handing out the beginning chips.

It was girls’ night out. . .or in, rather – and there was no way in hell that you would miss it. Natasha had finally organized a poker night for the girls. Set up in the common room, your little group began dealing, raising, and calling.

So, I decided it would be fun to do an overly detailed scene with you and Bucky cuddling.Y’all it’s just fluff… Like seriously just fluffy crapola!

After a ridiculously long day, you thought it would a good idea to just curl up on the couch and take a nap for a while. You deserved it, after all. All the stress you’ve been under does nothing to help with these awful sinus headaches you’ve been having. 

Yea…a nap will be good.

You grab your favorite blanket. A light green thrown that seemed like it would be way to rough for anyone to actually enjoy. But no, it was great. It was heavy enough to keep you warm, but also light enough that you didn’t feel like you were being smothered. The edges had these little fringe-y tassels on them. But you never actually felt the edges of it - you were always swallowed whole because of how big these thing was. 

Wrapping your blanket around you shoulders, you sit in the exact middle of the couch. Actually, your couch used to have pretty good structure. Not so much now, it’s pretty old and has been put through quite a beating … more than once. Now, it just kinda sinks as you sit on it. It’s welcoming as you lay over resting your head on a pillow. 

Yea…you deserve this. 

As you slept you half-knowingly hear your deadbolt click and some keys drop to the table next to the door. 

“Babe?” a booming voice, echoing around the room. A little too loud for you to enjoy your nap. 

“mHhm,” you respond; not even parting your lips to acknowledge his existence. You tried your vary hardiest to greet each other with a kiss whenever you’d been apart. But not this time - the couch was to comfortable, the blanket too warm, and the pillow supporting your neck just right. You couldn’t risk moving. 

You remember Bucky standing behind the couch and seeing you asleep. You’re sure you looked like crap: hair pressed against your face and curled into a little ball draped in your blanket. But still he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to your temple. He seemed to always know exactly what you needed. 

it had to be about twenty minuets later when you opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the floor across the room from you - his legs bend slightly as his heels stayed planted on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. He was holding one of those long sticks for fires…you really need to find out what those are called…carefully moving the logs around in the fireplace that was before him. He has a raging fire going. It crackled and snapped like never before - the soothing noise bouncing off the walls. 

“Hey,” you finally say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“More headaches?” he asks without even looking, just rearranging the logs. 

“Yea,” finally releasing your eyes from too much rubbing. 

“Well,” standing, “lets skip the screens and just hang out here.” walking over towards you. As he reached where you sat, he squatted down, “Want any meds?”

“No, I took some on the way home.”

And with a simple shake of his head, he stood and moved the pillow which was still in the perfect position. Instead, he sat down and propped his arm up against the back of the couch. Looking at him, you narrowed your eyes not quite sure what he was doing. 

“You gonna come over here,” he asked nodding his head towards himself. 

With a smile that felt the size of your face, you laid back over and rested your head on his chest. You both kind of re-situated a little bit, before finally settling down. You knew he wasn’t a big fan of this - he barely even liked to be hugged. So you drank in every detail you could.  How his shirt felt against your cheek, almost too soft. And how his scent just saturated everything. He smelt like a man, no smell in particular -  just like someone who you wouldn’t want to meet in a back alley, but also someone who could be a gentleman. You memorized the way his stomach flexed when you placed your hand on him. And how cold his arm was when he fixed the blanket from falling off your shoulder. How his chest would rise and fall with every long, frighteningly slow, breath he would take. The little smiles he pulled from you when you heard him clearing his throat and moving his hips a little trying to adjust to this much…touch.

“Thank you,” with your hand gently resting under your head on his chest, watching the fire he built.

Trying something a little knew here. Let me know what you think!

Oh God, I went too far. 

Drowning a plate in warm water and scrubbing it with soap.

I should have never even started the conversation.

Resting the plate to dry and picking up a dirty cup.

Shoulda just kept my mouth shut…I knew i was wrong. But I still did it anyway. Why’d I do that? He doesn’t deserve that.

Leaning hard against the edges of the sink, listening to the water run. A rather peaceful and sunny day out the window. My head fell.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Kinktober Prompt: Toys Warnings: AU roommates, sexy talk, smug Bucky, sassy jokes, light hearted banter, shady Steve A/N: You have no idea what’s coming at the end of this because I sure as hell didn’t. lol Enjoy!

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, holding up the black and gray massager.

“It’s a personal massager,” you said, taking a swig of your beer. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Bucky to be in your room, but this was the first time he’d dared to nose around.

“Like a Magic Wand?”

That made you swallow wrong. Choking, you spun around in your chair, “And how do you know what a magic wand is?”

SUMMARY: Y'all … it’s a freaking sad story about Steve and Peggy…I’m sorry.

WARNINGS: Sadness … it’s just so sad 

NOTES: For @cockslut-padalecki​ “Back to the Movies Challenge” This is wayyyy different than I normally do - please be nice to me. This is to be read from Peggy’s POV - she’s reflecting on recent events.

Oh Steve,

When I think about all the time that I knew you…it wasn’t long. But, God, it was a blessing. I’ve lost so much - you broke my heart in so many ways, how dare you do this?…But it was I was blessed to get to have you in my life.

I keep seeing you when I dream at night. I keep seeing you soar above the sky.

There will always be a place for you in my heart. For all my like, I promise, I’ll keep a part of you with me.

Thank you. Thank you for showing me how it feels to feel the sky within my reach. And I’ll always remember the strength you gave me. I can’t explain the strength you gave to me.

In you I found a great deal of strength. And I want to thank you for all the ways you were always there for me. 

You have brought a great deal of strength to me, Steven Rogers. You are loved, and greatly missed.

Love, Peggy

Thanks for reading.

So I was tagged by the always fabulous @romeoandjulietyouwish thank you!!

“So Clint headed for his favorite hot dog vendor that, coincidentally, was only about six blocks from the tower.”

(I need to write shorter sentences lol)

Thanks for tagging me @justme–emily !

“It took you a few seconds to register what he was doing but you recovered as you tentatively circled your arms around him.”

23 words.. uh oh 😂 Welp, let’s see if I can do this lol

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“Not even when he placed his large hands over her own to try and slow her rocking.”

Dang, you caught me at a long sentence… Let’s see how this goes, 17 peeps:

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“What brings you here at this hour, Odinson? Hey, Rhodey.”

There was a line after that, but it’s mega spoilery so I went for the one before.

Now let’s tag 10 people..

@whyispistashanuttaken @fonulyn @blankdblank @shiningloki @mastreworld @lossie92 @wolfpawn @fadingcoast @the-haven-of-fiction @ladyoftheteaandblood

Last line waaaaaaaaaaaaaas

“Olympians?” Loki muttered. Thor just gave him a shrug.

Tagging 9 people….

It’s been three days since he’s beckoned you in his dreams, whispering filthy promises of bliss, pleasure, and a sexual experience to die for.

hoo boy this is long

tagging 24 people….

@lokispettigerr @simplybree @tmntnerd2016 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @the–sad–hatter @the-emo-asgardian @lokidokimagines @acciofanfics @imnotrevealingmyname @megthemewlingquim @marvelanddcsmut @smuttystuffy @deanfanatic @marveluniverserp @moonshoespottah @melodramaticfanatic @lovermrjokerr @redgillan @lokidmyheart @buckybarnesstar @buckybarnesthehotshot @marvelentertainment @is-it-madness @bakla-bulan

When I come up next to her, I intertwine my fingers with hers.

Hehe. Okay, 13 people

She was strong and solid – perfect for a rancher’s wife.  

Ten people…let’s see. 

His cool, vibranium hand caresses the abused skin of your butt, pinching it every now and then.

“There you are. Now, be a good girl and shut your trap or I’ll stuff that smart ass of yours full of my cock.”

“ I reached down and laced my fingers within his, “let’s wait out here then.”

To celebrate cinemas now open again in the UK and my trash can of a blog reaching 8K, here’s another little challenge for you! 

RULES

Fandoms you can write for: - Supernatural (Sam/Dean/John) - The Walking Dead (Negan) - MCU (Steve… at a push Bucky, definitely Stucky (w/reader) heheh). - Knives Out (Ransom Drysdale).

Smut/fluff/angst and any and all variations of those tropes are welcome.

Non-con/dub-con is allowed as are most things except toilet stuff and underage. That being said, please tag your warnings accordingly.

Word limit is 2K. Anything over 500 words needs a “read more” tab otherwise it will not get reblogged.

Any POV is cool with me.

Please send me an ask to let me know which song choice you have picked.

Two people per song choice, but I am willing to open it up further if necessary,

Genuine entries only please. I’m done with people signing up and then not submitting anything. It’s incredibly frustrating and I don’t really have the time to chase you for your entry. However, if you do sign up and then can’t fulfill your prompt, please let me know so I can let someone else have it.

Please use the tag “#backtothemovieschallenge” in the first five tags and tag me in your author’s notes.

If I haven’t reblogged your entry within 48 hours, send me an ask or DM to give me a nudge. 

Closing date is October 1st. If you need an extension, please let me know.

Have fun!

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