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Hey guys, I wanted to apologize for not being as active lately. I've been working almost non stop the last 6 months, and starting back to school later on this month. I'm going to try and be more active here, which means breaking open my inbox and seeing what goodies y'all have left for me.
Feel free to continue sending things, while I may not respond right away, I will get to them. I love and appreciate all of you, thank you for putting up with my sporadic activity here and there.
Torture sentence starters
âOh god.. Oh please, god, no!â
âPlease⌠Please..! Iâll do anything..!!â
âP-please.. Please donât..â
âAnything but that.. Please, please! Stop!â
âStop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?â
âWeâre having so much fun!â
âWeâll have so much fun, you and IâŚâ
âLook at the new toy I got for us to play with!â
âShut up! Shut up!!â
âOh please.. Like I havenât heard that one beforeâŚâ
âIf I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop⌠Iâd be fucking rich.â
âOoh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isnât it?â
âLetâs crack open the hood and see whatâs underneath, shall we?â
âYou know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.â
âIf you beg, I might just stop⌠Maybe. But only if youâre sincere.â
âBeg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!â
âGo ahead â beg for forgiveness. Godâs the only friend youâve got down here. â
âShut up or Iâll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.â
âHa ha! I love it when they scream!â
âKeep going⌠I love the sound of your voice.â
âStop praying! There is no God here.â
âShut the fuck up!!â
âLetâs play a game, shall we? Itâs called, âhow many of your organs can I remove before you die?ââ
âAlright, hereâs the deal⌠Since you scream every time you see me â letâs just remove your eyes, hm?â
âHas anyone ever told you how good you look in red?â
âBeautiful⌠Absolutely beautifulâŚâ
âIâm not going to kill you⌠But Iâm going to make you wish I would.â
âThis is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!â
âDo you like rats? I hope so. Because weâre going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.â
âHave you ever heard of abacination?â
âYouâve got cavities back there, you know. Why donât remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?â
âWake up! Canât have you passing out on me.â
âI wonât scream.â
âI wonât tell you anything.â
âThereâs no way Iâm gonna tell you shit.â
âBy the time anyone finds your body, they wonât be able to identify it.â
âNo one is coming for you.â
âYou wonât get away with this!â
âPeople will notice! Theyâll look for me!â
âStop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!â
âYouâre insane!â
âDonât worry. I know what Iâm doing â Iâve got a medical degree, you know.â
âShh, donât cry. Donât cry.â
âNo tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.â
âStop! Please, stop! Iâll tell you anything! Just stop!â
âTell me â how does this feel?â
âI hate you! Oh god, I hate you!â
âFuck you!â
âFuck off!â
âOh, what a mess youâve madeâŚâ
âYou look like a mess.â
âChin up, kid. Itâll be over soon enough.â
âIâm just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?â
âCould you lend me a âhandâ? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.â
âShut up, Iâm not going to kill you. You donât deserve that kind of mercy.â
âYou know why youâre here.â
âOwn up to what youâve done and maybe youâll leave here alive!â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you!?!â
âPlease! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!â
âNot that â anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!â
âLet me go. Please.. Please let me goâŚâ
âIâll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!â
âIâm not going to break that easy.â
Delightfully Domestic Starters
âThe coffee pot didnât turn on this morning.â
âWhoâs turn was it for breakfast?â
âItâs my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.â
âThis could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.â
âYouâre under arrest for being a blanket thief.â
âThe use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.â
âHow was your day at work?â
âIâm going to need a bathâŚâ
âNo no, youâre sick. You rest, Iâll take care of everything.â
âI think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.â
âIâve noticed all the laundry was done. You didnât have to.â
âLeftovers, or more take out?â
âThe neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.â
âWhen was that garden gonna get started again?â
âDishes⌠right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.â
âI know you like my shirts but now youâve even stolen my doubles.â
âAll your oversized shirts belong to me now.â
âI canât help what I do in my sleep. That includes whatâs done with the blankets.â
âYou were tossing and turning last night. You okay?â
âIâm not sick, Iâm only slightly ill. Thereâs a difference. I can handle today.â
âSo dinner was being made⌠and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.â
âDuct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.â
âI love you, but youâre beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.â
âYou canât tell me what to do, I can do what I want!â
âIf there is more noise at 2am I swearâŚâ
nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex
send a number for a drabble/starter. they are sorted into categories ;
 CATEGORY ONE; general
âi canât sleepâ sex
âmake upâ sex
âbreak upâ sex
ârevengeâ sex
âreboundâ sex
âiâm boredâ sex
âcuriosityâ sex
âfirst timeâ sex
âhomecoming/prom nightâ sex
âhotel roomâ sex
âdistractionâ sex
âthe condoms are about to expireâ sex
âanniversaryâ sex
âsnuck out of the house to hook-upâ sex
âpost-argumentâ sex
âweâre drunk and hornyâ sex
âcomfortâ sex
âwalked in on while nakedâ sex
âto change the subjectâ sex
CATEGORY TWO; risky/kinky/strangers
âi need a place to crashâ sex
âyour friend just told you about a new positionâ sex
âthe elevator broke downâ sex
âend of the world/the world is in chaosâ sex
âi canât believe we survivedâ sex
âi caught you masturbatingâ sex
âyou caught me masturbatingâ sex
âcrotchless underwear is a thingâ sex
âiâm/your pregnant and hornyâ sex
âweâre in a public place and i just spent the last half hour making you ridiculously arousedâ sex
âyouâre my teacher and i finally seduced youâ sex
âiâm your teacher and i canât believe your my studentâ sex
âbest friendâs younger sibling who suddenly got hotâ sex
âi saw a cool scene in a porno and i want to reenact itâ sex
CATEGORY THREE; cheating/assumed cheating
âeveryone thinks weâre banging, so we might as well just do itâ sex
âweâve been friends-with-benefits for a long time, and now that one of us is in a relationship, are we going to stop?â sex
ârandomly hooked up one night and the next monday you walk into my work and i discover that my favourite colleague is actually your husband/wifeâ sex
âone or both of us is in a relationship, but we canât help itâ sex
âweâve both been cheated on by our respective partners, so fuck itâ sex
CATEGORY FOUR; established relationships
âwe just got engagedâ sex
âi thought you were dead, but youâre not and i canât believe itâ sex
âwe were childhood sweethearts, and we havenât seen each other in yearsâ sex
âi need to lose my virginity and youâre the only person i want to lose it toâ sex
âyou just walked into my office for a job as my secretary/assistant and we havenât seen each other in years, but sexual tension is a thingâ sex
âour families hate each other for (insert reason here) but that doesnât matter to usâ sex
âweâre in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship but i still love you more than anything in this worldâ sex
CATEGORY FIVE; lgbti+
âmy girlfriend left me with blue balls, and youâre her brother and iâm pretty sure iâm not gay but lets go for itâ sex
âwe pretended to be lesbian lovers to get a creepy guy to stop hitting on us, so we kissed to complete the charade and we both kind of liked it, soâŚ?â sex
âyouâre my room mate and youâre really hot, but weâre both guys/girls and this is new to meâ sex
âiâm gay and youâre curious and you asked me to show you what itâs likeâ sex
âyouâre gay and iâm curious and i asked you to show me what itâs likeâ sex

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It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.
He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.
Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.
@hydradaddy
Bucky was an excellent soldier. So obedient, so completely unquestioning. All it took was the crook of his finger and the man came running, he always followed the rules, and didnât talk back. A perfect little stress reliever.
âKiller? Aw, heâs chained up outside for now. He didnât get enough sunlight the last few weeks while we were out, gotta make up for it.â Bucky was right. The apartment was sparsely furnished. What he had was nice enough, but there wasnât much of it, and nothing decorated any of the walls. Anyone could have lived here. Thatâs how he liked it.
âYouâre still dressed,â he growled, trigger finger twitching, a sign of his hunger and impatience. Already, his cock was hard in his jeans, thick and clearly outlined. âYou want it or not?â
Bucky quickly turned to face Brock, giving a quick once over, before he licked his lips, mouth beginning to water. He stripped off his shirt, and began working on his work pants, unbuckling his belt and slipping them off.
"God, yes I want it." He placed his clothes in their designated place, as well, before biting his lip. The brunette walked over to the other, kneeling at his feet once close enough. Bucky tilted his head up, maintaining eye contact with the older.
"Please?"
Brock gripped Buckyâs chin. âFuckinâ thought so, whore. Who else fucked you while I was gone?â The younger man was just so good at this. Everything put in its proper place, without complaint. Including himself. It was the type of pure order Brock craved and rarely received, so the soldierâs presence was a treat that often served to keep him in check.
His free hand toyed with his zipper, teasing, as he rubbed his cock through his pants, knowing how needy his boy must be. Bucky looked so good on his knees.
âWell? You just out there handinâ it out to anyone that pays attention to your tight ass?â His grip tightened on Buckyâs chin.
Bucky let out a soft whine, licking his lips once more. "No sir, j-just you. Only you." He felt a blush begin to creep across his face, gaze dropping down to Brock's crotch, before back towards his gaze.
"A few at the docks... they tried, but I refused." He swallowed back the whimper in his throat, biting his lip. The younger squirmed in his spot, fingers digging into his thighs. He so badly wanted to put his hands on Brock, but not without permission.
"P-please sir... I just want you."
âGood, slut. This is the only cock your f*ggy ass gets to take. Horny bitch.â Brock released his face, only to slap him lightly across the cheek. He was certainly not gentle with his toy.
âTell me what youâve been fantasizing about while I was gone.â Brock couldnât help himself. He loved to hear Bucky whine and moan about all the dirty things heâd been touching himself to. His boy was too good at getting under his skin.
He started to open his jeans, just the base of his cock revealed to Bucky, no underwear on. He was sweaty and grimy, and he expected his neighbor to clean him up.
"F-Fuck yes," Bucky bit his lip, a soft whine escaping his lungs as he pressed forward. He needed it, mouth beginning to water. It had been a while since he and Brock had time, and he needed it ASAP.
"There's a place at the docks, its relatively secluded but still noticable. P-perfect spot to lean someone over, and lay into them-" He paused, grip on his thighs tightening. "Pictured you reaming me... shirt or somethin' stuffed in my mouth so we didn't get caught."
There were a few other ideas, obviously, but this was the first to pop up.
aesthetic themed ask list
flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?
fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?
daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?
matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?
black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?
pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.
moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?
stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?
plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.
converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?
lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?
handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?
cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?
sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.
oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?
overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?
combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?
winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.
pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?
tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.
piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?
bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.
messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.
cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.
grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?
space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?
white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?
old books: whatâs one thing you donât want your parents to know?
beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?
eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?
11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.
painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.
lightning: whatâs the worst thing youâve ever done while drunk or high?
thunder: whatâs one thing you would never do for one million dollars?
storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?
love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise youâre in love.
clouds: if youâre a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if youâre a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?
coffee: whatâs your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?
marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?
fin.
It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.
He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.
Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.
@hydradaddy
Bucky was an excellent soldier. So obedient, so completely unquestioning. All it took was the crook of his finger and the man came running, he always followed the rules, and didnât talk back. A perfect little stress reliever.
âKiller? Aw, heâs chained up outside for now. He didnât get enough sunlight the last few weeks while we were out, gotta make up for it.â Bucky was right. The apartment was sparsely furnished. What he had was nice enough, but there wasnât much of it, and nothing decorated any of the walls. Anyone could have lived here. Thatâs how he liked it.
âYouâre still dressed,â he growled, trigger finger twitching, a sign of his hunger and impatience. Already, his cock was hard in his jeans, thick and clearly outlined. âYou want it or not?â
Bucky quickly turned to face Brock, giving a quick once over, before he licked his lips, mouth beginning to water. He stripped off his shirt, and began working on his work pants, unbuckling his belt and slipping them off.
"God, yes I want it." He placed his clothes in their designated place, as well, before biting his lip. The brunette walked over to the other, kneeling at his feet once close enough. Bucky tilted his head up, maintaining eye contact with the older.
"Please?"
Brock gripped Buckyâs chin. âFuckinâ thought so, whore. Who else fucked you while I was gone?â The younger man was just so good at this. Everything put in its proper place, without complaint. Including himself. It was the type of pure order Brock craved and rarely received, so the soldierâs presence was a treat that often served to keep him in check.
His free hand toyed with his zipper, teasing, as he rubbed his cock through his pants, knowing how needy his boy must be. Bucky looked so good on his knees.
âWell? You just out there handinâ it out to anyone that pays attention to your tight ass?â His grip tightened on Buckyâs chin.
Bucky let out a soft whine, licking his lips once more. "No sir, j-just you. Only you." He felt a blush begin to creep across his face, gaze dropping down to Brock's crotch, before back towards his gaze.
"A few at the docks... they tried, but I refused." He swallowed back the whimper in his throat, biting his lip. The younger squirmed in his spot, fingers digging into his thighs. He so badly wanted to put his hands on Brock, but not without permission.
"P-please sir... I just want you."
It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.
He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.
Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.
@hydradaddy
Bucky was an excellent soldier. So obedient, so completely unquestioning. All it took was the crook of his finger and the man came running, he always followed the rules, and didnât talk back. A perfect little stress reliever.
âKiller? Aw, heâs chained up outside for now. He didnât get enough sunlight the last few weeks while we were out, gotta make up for it.â Bucky was right. The apartment was sparsely furnished. What he had was nice enough, but there wasnât much of it, and nothing decorated any of the walls. Anyone could have lived here. Thatâs how he liked it.
âYouâre still dressed,â he growled, trigger finger twitching, a sign of his hunger and impatience. Already, his cock was hard in his jeans, thick and clearly outlined. âYou want it or not?â
Bucky quickly turned to face Brock, giving a quick once over, before he licked his lips, mouth beginning to water. He stripped off his shirt, and began working on his work pants, unbuckling his belt and slipping them off.
"God, yes I want it." He placed his clothes in their designated place, as well, before biting his lip. The brunette walked over to the other, kneeling at his feet once close enough. Bucky tilted his head up, maintaining eye contact with the older.
"Please?"
NSFW Character Trait Meme
Instant Meme, just add character traits! Fill in with your museâs answers!
Preference for top or bottom?
Favorite type, looks and personality wise?
Get up and shower after or bask in the afterglow all sticky and wet?
Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?
Deep and slow? Hard and fast? Whatâs your characterâs preference?
Favorite sex position?
Whatâs your characterâs favorite kink?
How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?
Kissing during sex, yes or no?
Clothes off or on during sex?
Lingerie? Yes or no?
Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?
Your characterâs Penis size?Â
Preference for penis size?
Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?
Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?
Your characterâs most private sexual fantasy?
How sexually active is your character?
When did your character lose their virginity?
Kinks your character would participate in?
Kinks your character would not participate in?
A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?

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Rivals To Lovers Starter Sentences
âI wasnât joking, I actually do love you.â
âYou canât just kiss me like that and walk away!â
âMaybe I actually do care about you.â
âIf I didnât hate you, I might love you.â
âIn the right lighting youâre actually kind of hot.â
âSomeday Iâm either going to kiss you or Iâm going to kill you.
âI kind of like it when you threaten me.â
âWait⌠Did you just say you love me?â
âYes, I think youâre sexy, but I canât stand you.â
âWhat you lack in personality and brains, you make up for in looks.â
âYou can spend the night, but after that I never want to see you again.â
âI canât believe Iâm doing this with you.â
âWhy are you treating me like this, canât you see I love you?â
âYou win, you stole my heart, fuck you.â
âOne minute I want to break your neck, the next I want to kiss it.â
âI canât stand you, but I get butterflies every time I see you.â
âI guess weâll have to set our relationship status to, âitâs complicatedâ.â
âStop, stop, stop â youâre making me fall in love with you.â
âYouâre the worst person I have ever known and yet all I want to do is make out with you.â
âAll of this was just to get my attention?â
âOh no⌠Youâre hot.â
âThis isnât a date, this is a fight⌠Right?â
âLetâs kiss and make up.â
âI never, ever thought, in a million years, that Iâd end up loving you like this.â
âDoes this make us enemies with benefits?â
** villain / hero sentence starters
VILLAIN
â every story needs a hero and a villain. â
â this is going to be a little uncomfortable. â
â do you know what i've done ? what i would do again if given the chance ? â Â
â i can't stop. it's what i am. â
â they hate what they cannot control. â
â the only difference between a hero and a villain, is whoâs telling the story. â
â i have my reasons for being this way. â
â your death will mean nothing to them. â
â kill me. go on, i dare you. â
â i donât think youâve got it in you. youâre like a little dove, never wanting to get your hands dirty. â
â what do i want ? i want to see the world burn. i want to see a new world born from itâs ashes. â
â one day i will kill you. and you can be safe in the knowledge that you will have deserved it. â
â fate is an excuse for people who are too stupid or too weak to make their own future. â
â let you go ? do you really think iâm that stupid ? â
â i could keep you safe. theyâre all afraid of me. â
â ask me if i give a crap. â
â youâre playing my game now. â
â tell me; would you kill to save a life ? â
â whatâs more important to you ? their life or your reputation ? â
HERO
â people will never bleed enough to fulfil your vision of justice. â
â i will never turn my back on people who need me. â
â i donât need to be saved. â
â rebellions are built on hope. âÂ
â i will win. thatâs what heroes do. â
â i donât have to prove anything to you. â
â you canât always be strong, but you can always be brave. â
â i will catch you. i will bring you to justice. â
â once there is blood on your hands, they will never be clean. â
â donât carry the world upon your shoulders. â
â you donât need a reason to save people. â
â iâm not a hero. â
â we will win. â
â thereâs no escape this time. â
â i really donât want to fight. â
â if it was down to me to save your life, would you trust me to do it ? â
â iâll admit, this looks bad. â
â iâm proud of what i am. â
â i know my value. â
â youâre wrong about them ! â
â let them go. they have nothing to do with this fight. â
â itâs not too late to change. i can help you. â
â killing me will not end this. âÂ
It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.
He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.
Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.
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Brock Rumlow had lived here for years. He worked on his motorcycle, a Harley Davidson, one of the first bikes that didnât look like... well, a fancy bike. He wasnât around all that often, gone for work training military recruits bound for secret ops, so at home it was just him and his dog Killer. They lived a quiet home life, and didnât disturb anyone.
Truth be told, he probably shouldnât have had a dog, especially not one like his Doberman. But the government paid him well enough, and the landlord stopped coming around after the first good threat from Brock. With all that tension, he deserved someone pretty to take it out on. Sometimes it was girls at the bar. Often it was his neighbor, a hot piece of ass that went by Bucky.
Today, he was covered in grease, in a wifebeater and jeans, with heavy boots. He wiped his cheek, which only smeared some of the oil across his face. The older man smirked as he saw Bucky coming home from work, and he nodded towards his apartment door. âYou cominâ or are we standinâ around here all day like women?â
"Depends on if you want it fast and rough or soft and gentle. But, seein' as we're both covered in grease and sweat. It's safe to say I take it you want the former rather then the latter."
Bucky looked over his shoulder, before following after Brock into the apartment. He toed his shoes off and placed them in the spot Brock had designated so long ago, his jacket and bag in their proper spots. "How is Killer?"
He looks around, tilting his head as he waits for Brock, humming under his breath. The brunette turned, taking in the lack of decorations, family pictures? Non-existent. It was like he didnt exist. "I havent seen him in a bit."
â - A text meant for someone else
[Text:] Yeah, The Broken Antler, 9pm. But Iâm only staying for one beer, I got shit to do in the morning.
This must've been meant for Jack or maybe Ivanov. There's no way in hell he would be letting Bucky know where he was going, especially considering he wasn't allowed to leave the compound.
[ to: Boss ] Why do you get to have all the fun.
[ to: Boss ] I'm assuming you meant to let Rollins or Ivanov know, instead of me.
It was meant for Rollins. Brock could front all heâd like, but heâd go anywhere his second in command asked of him. Even if all that was asked was a couple of beers at a local dive.
[Text:] Sorry, kid
[Text:] Didnât mean to hurt your feelings or whatver
[Text:] *Whatever
[ to: Boss ] No, your cool. I'll just chill with the others, see if they'll let me have a beer or two with them.
[ to: Boss ] Let Rollins know I say hello, and don't be surprised if I kick both yours and his hungover ass during training.
Bucky sighed softly, scrubbing a hand over his face, shaking his head in disappointment. "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid."
[ to: Second Boss ] Boss wants to take you to drinks, he meant to send you the details.
[ to: Second Boss ] *forwarded message from Boss*
â - A text meant for someone else
[Text:] Yeah, The Broken Antler, 9pm. But Iâm only staying for one beer, I got shit to do in the morning.
This must've been meant for Jack or maybe Ivanov. There's no way in hell he would be letting Bucky know where he was going, especially considering he wasn't allowed to leave the compound.
[ to: Boss ] Why do you get to have all the fun.
[ to: Boss ] I'm assuming you meant to let Rollins or Ivanov know, instead of me.

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a continuation of this meme: ( x ). as requested by anon. warning: these can be a bit crude.
âIf you keep talking, I have no idea what Iâll do to you.â
âUnclench your fist unless itâs going up my ass.â
âComplain that youâre cold again and Iâll make sure you feel heated.â
âItâs two AM! You better be here for a booty call.â
âWhat is with you?! Stop leaning in so close to me!â
âNO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO UNLESS WEâRE IN BED.â
âYou better shut up, or Iâll do it for you.â
âI fucking hate you! Stop looking at me all sexy.â
âLet go of my shirt, unless you plan on ripping it off.â
âKiss my ass.â /Â âSuck my ass.â
âFight me! With your mouth! On my mouth!â
âIf you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.â
âOh, so you wanna wrestle? Take your clothes off then!â
âYou say âI hate youâ, but all I hear is âfuck meâ.âÂ
âStop cleaning already! There are better things for you to do on your knees.â
âYou think youâre the boss of me just because youâre hot?!â
âYou can take your middle finger and shove it up my ass.â
âIf you keep yelling at me, Iâm going to have to punish you.â
âWhyâd you push me up against the wall?!â
âI canât STAND when you look at me with those long eyelashes.â
âStop biting your lip and bite me instead!â
âQuit saying youâre bored, or Iâll find a way to entertain you.â
It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.
He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.
Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.
@hydradaddy