Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
Hello!! My name is Auggie, Iām an eighteen year old freshman in film school. This is a blog for writing and oc purposes, occasional shit posting and all that jazz. I have a lot of interests so please talk to me about them! This is an 18+ blog, please. no minors OR ageless bios UNLESS YOU DM ME TO AGE VERIFY! I doubt Iāll be leaning into nsfw writing but I am open to the idea, though itāll be occasional. I write for The Black Phone, Legion (2017), Abigail, and wtv else Iām interested in! Requests are OPEN and ENCOURAGED! Iāll write for Finney Blake/Rinney/Finnesto, so please. Please send things to my ask! Headcanons, one shots rqs, anything. Iām begging here. I also really like Hadestown. Dividers from @cafekitsune! Basic dni .. proshippers (blakeshaw or anything of the like shippers specificallyā¦..), homophobes, transphobes, etc. no hatred will be tolerated here thank yew.
THE BLACK PHONE:
i was really good; finney blake one-shot.
no silver lining; finnesto one shot.
all wound up; finnesto one shot, 18+.
in my room; finnesto one shot, 18+
do i look like him?; finnesto one shot.
save your tears; finnesto one shot.
can you find me?; brinney on-going fic. chapter one. chapter two.
your favorite; finnesto one shot, 18+
ABIGAIL:
late nights; stakeshipping one shot.
my fatherās daughter; oc one shot.
meeting caleb; stakeshipping one shot.
tongues & teeth; stakeshipping one shot.
nightmares; stakeshipping one shot.
bite the hand (that needs me); stakeshipping one shot.
doomsday; stakeshipping one shot.
late nights (v2); stakeshipping one shot.
THE SOCIETY:
over and over (i fall for you); on-going hassandra fic.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)
pairing: college au!bucky x reader
warnings: alcohol, a lot of sexual references, but also a lot of fluff, bucky and reader are in love, also bucky gets cheesy and he hates it
(other parts) Ā (masterlist)
part 3/3:
Bucky thinks he fell in love on a Tuesday.
āThis year, Iām gonna ask Peggy Carter out.ā Itās the first day of their third semester and Steve is putting his black baseball cap in his perfect hair, checking his reflection on his phone screen. One of the freshman girls winks at him and he shyly half smiles.
Usually, Bucky would tease him about it, but now heās attention is wholly on something else. Someone else.
A girl at the other end of the hall, holding a paper juice box, wearing a gaudy denim dress that stops right before her knees.
Heās certain he hasnāt seen her before and judging by the adrift look on her face he deduces sheās in her first year. Is she pretty? He canāt decide. Sheās definitely something. And if he stares at her a bit longer than socially acceptable, well letās say, itās completely unintended.
āBuck, did you hear what I said?ā Steve says at one point and Bucky isnāt sure for how long he has been lost in her figure.
āYeah sure.ā The girl starts walking at their direction -it must be your lucky day, Bucky-, clutching the golden heart jewel around her neck. Sheās looking at the doors, sheās looking at the big campus map they have on the wall. Sheās looking everywhere but at him and itās almost offensive considering the amount of time he spent looking at her.
āIām sorry,ā And then sheās there standing a few steps behind Steve. Almost hidden behind his colossal demeanor. āI canāt seem to find the Admission Office.ā
A small nervous laugh escapes her lips and Bucky watches the little wrinkles around her eyes, the subtle blush on her cheeks. She doesnāt look pretty. No. She looks consuming.
āAdmission office is on the left, dollā. He replies a little too fast. He had to beat Steve. He had to talk to her.
She smiles at him and somehow, along that smile, Bucky thinks he fell in love. With you.
-
(bucky barnes has been in love with you for 563 days)
-
āDid you just kiss me?ā
His voice is barely a whisper and his vision is blurry and itās weird because suddenly he realizes how scared heās of you. Of the power you have on him. An alarming craving. Every addiction he canāt control combined. Bucky isnāt afraid of many things, not exactly. But heās afraid that youāll take his heart and break it, if you want to. And heās more afraid that heāll just allow you to. He wonders, for the split of a second, if you have any idea how everything changed when your lips met his. How something inside of him shifted.
āIām sorry,ā You finally answer and he needs a moment to compose himself, āIām so sorry I just thought-ā
āShut up, Iād died if you hadnāt kissed me.ā
āWhat?ā
Itās innocent and terribly oblivious, the way you ask him that and he half smiles, almost touches your palm before his mind stops racing. Ignores the alcohol in his body. Reminds him that heās Bucky Barnes, that heās clever and brilliant and a little bit narcissistic and that he doesnāt do love. Ā Not anymore. And that people adore him for that. And that he needs to uphold it. At least try to.
āIām not repeating that soppy thing I said,ā He drawls and smirks, his teeth gleaming in the fluorescent light of the hall. He has his mask back on. Heās playing his part again. And then he takes a quick step, opens his door and turns around, swift motions and hard grips and suddenly your spine hits the walls of his room. āBut you can repeat that sexy thing you did with your tongue.ā
Bucky isnāt stupid. He knows heād perish and wither in a blast if you asked him to, yet he would never admit that. At least not so fast. And specially not to you. He has built his persona so carefully, wore it like an armor, it has become a second skin.
His chapped lips scratch soft against your neck, his hands play with the end of your dress and you observe the way his orbs are colored darker now. He knows what heās doing. Itās a show heās practiced. His touch is sharp, like a razor, cuts through your epidermis, comes close to your veins and the muscles of your heart.
And youāre ready to close your eyes, savor every minute of it, offer yourself like an altar and let him wipe the rationality out of you, but the moment his fingers find the wet silk between your legs thereās pain and your throat dries out instantly.
āBucky, wait.ā
āWhatās wrong doll?ā
āCan we stop?ā
Thereās the cruel split of a moment where the anxiety inside of you flares up dangerously and you fill like on the edge of a cliff, like falling and itās horrible. And then you see his body relax, breathing a sigh of relief and laughing.
āThank God you asked.ā
āBarnes,ā you hit him with your elbow, āYouāre doing wonders for my self esteem right now!ā
āYouāre an idiot,ā he replies with a grimace, āItās just that Iām drunk and I prefer if Iām not drunk when we have sex. I want to remember the whole thing.ā
A strange sensation tingles somewhere between your ribs and your stomach, something so pure and new, and it raises goosebumps all over you. And you smile at him.
And somehow along that smile, Buckyās mask starts to fall.
/
Bucky Barnes, you learnt within your first month in college, is a year older than you, a proud boy that always asks the right questions and always gives the right answers, with charms and wits of a living god.
Bucky Barnes, you learnt the night you kissed him in the narrow aisle, may have a sharp tongue but he also has the sweetest lips, soft and liqueur like.
Bucky Barnes, you learn some days later, doesnāt want many people to know about you two, and sits three tables away during lunch.
/
āAre you embarrassed of me?ā
Your mind is racing with dozens of hurtful possibilities, some more or less, and Bucky looks at you, eyes widen and surprised.
āWhy would I be embarrassed of you?ā
āI donāt know,ā you take the tea cup in your hands, drink and stay silent for a while, observe the way heās fidgeting with his fingers, āWhy else would you avoid me whenever thereās someone else but Sam around?ā
It takes some time before he walks closer, sits next to you by his bedframe and touches your hand, your skin freezing under his.
āIām scared.ā
āOf what?ā
Your heart almost stops, because Bucky is never scared, and his answer feels strangely heavy and bitter from his lips when he says, āI just donāt want anyone to ruin this.ā
He doesnāt smile, doesnāt even smirk like he usually does, just stares at you with narrow eyes and a quick breath.
āBucky, I hate it to break it to you,ā you say, a glint of amusement in your voice, āBut I donāt think others care that much about us.ā
You cup his face in your hands, guide him backwards, his back hitting the pillow and itās the first time he has no choice but to comply.
āAnd even if they do,ā you breath in, wet your lips and tease the corner of his mouth with your finger, āItās not our problem.ā
Bucky grabs the back of your neck, shifts even closer to you, his heart not missing a beat. And when you kiss him, he smiles. And somehow along that smile, Bucky becomes more of himself.
/
It goes like this;
People read it in his eyes. How his gaze never leaves you even while youāre writing a test and he needs to concentrate, how he looks mesmerized when you braid your hair while scanning the textbook in front of you. How he could find you even in the middle of the biggest crowd.
People see it in your reactions. How your fingers always wrap around his wrist, almost instinctively, before he leaves, and you kiss him one time on the lips, and then one more on the cheek. How your voice changes as soon as he enters the room. How youād know heās here even without looking.
You really have to try to be oblivious to love.
/
(text messages between classes)
(10:26 AM) bucky: hey does taylor swift have to be playing in the background when we have sex
(10:27 AM) you: itās not even noon bucky what the hell
(10:27 AM) bucky: i went through your spotify and APPARENTLY you have aĀ āšššā playlist
(10:27 AM) bucky: and itās just taylor swift and hozier???
(10:27 AM) bucky: who the hell wants to have sex with a taylor swift song playing
(10:28 AM) you: Iām gonna kill you
(10:28 AM) bucky: nah <3
/
Itās surprisingly easy, dating Bucky Barnes, and by the end of the first month, you feel at home, at ease. Ā He talks a lot, way more than you expected him to, he shares his favorites, the way he always underlines quotes he likes in the books heās reading or how he never eats anything that has soy in it. He shows you everything about him, not just who he is, but who heās ever been. And itās beautiful.
And you observe how he breathes easier now, smiles more. He doesnāt keep his guard up, doesnāt flinch when nobodyās looking at him.
/
He thinks itās weird.
He thinks itās weird, because kissing has always been an act of foreplay to him and he never paid much attention, but now, with you, he could spend his whole life kissing you.
But when you start pulling at the buttons of his black expensive shirt, well, itās not like heās complaining. He presses his body against yours, his hands almost shaking, his fingers burying in your hair, slowly tugging.
āBucky,ā You breath in his neck, āI may be bad at this.ā
āWhat?ā He whispers as he leaves wet trails all the way to your chest.
āI havenāt done this before, so I may be bad at it.ā
He stares right at your lips, notices your sweet cherry scent mixing with the sharp notes of his aftershave, touches the spot under your eyes and smiles.
āGuess weāll have to do it over and over again then.ā Heās half laughing, half kissing your shoulder and you can feel your cheeks flush and your entire being tighten.
And then his cold fingertips draw circles on your inner thighs and you close your eyes, and Bucky forgets how to breath.
/
āI probably sound like a fool but, Iām in love with you.ā
You didnāt plan on saying it that early, but heās here, warm and glistening and in your arms and you canāt go another minute without hearing the words out loud.
āAnd I probably sound competitive but, Iāve been in love with you since God knows when.ā
