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I could look at you for the rest of my life energy.
Allow your energy to pull you inward
@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky I had to try👀
Pairing: Soft! Bucky × fem reader! Pregnant
Summary: it's been a good three months since you broke up with your asshole of a boyfriend. Almost 4 months pregnant and working from home leaves you little time to indulge in your cravings but when you smell a divine smell from the next door new neighbour whom you haven't even seen yet, you can't help but go ask for some. Who can stop a pregnant woman from eating what she wants?!
If this isn't hell, what is?! This smell has been taunting you for over a good 30 minutes and you're loosing your mind! Maybe you can go and ask for some. You can't just barge in for food like that! But you can't leave it alone either. So ofcourse, like a good lil' pregnant woman you had to go and bother the nice neighbours. How do I know which neighbours? Well, what do you think I've been doing for the past 30 minutes?! Snooping, of course.
Two knocks and a little bang later, Bucky sighs and finally leaves his cooking to go see who's at the door. He would've never expected a gorgeous but panicked and pregnant young woman standing there with a plate. The moment he opened his door, in proper american terms, you literally went off your rocker.
"Ummh, I was just going to knock once but then you didn't come so I knocked again and then I got anxious, cause like I have bad anxiety, like bad bad anxiety and so I just kicked the door once, sorry about the kick though. I just wa-"
"Hey, hey. It's okay, just breathe. You're okay, alright?"
You nod slowly with a sigh of relief and then smile sheepishly.
"Sorry about that. Uhmm, I just smelled something really good and I had to come ask for some of it! What is it that you're making?"
Bucky laughs softly. Hearing you talk like that about nice and mudane things, oh, he's missed this normal interaction. Ever since he's shifted, he has been couped up in his own apartment for over a week now, and then all of a sudden, this adorable babe comes asking for a helping of his latkes and the world feels warm again.
"Of course, I'll get you some. You wanna come in and see?"
You nod in excitment. Oh! He's very nice, way nicer than your shit piece of a boyfriend. You trod after him slowly, looking around only to find a simple apartment with not much of a personal touch. Frowning a little, you keep pace with your neighbour.
"I'm making latkes actually, they're simply put, potato pancakes, like fritters. C'mon, I can give you some for yourselves and your husband."
Bucky hums softly putting the latkes on your plate but when he looks up he sees you fidgeting and staring at the wall behind his head.
"Hey, you okay? Did I say something wrong?"
You swallow thickly to avoid crying. Pregnancy hormones suck! Clearing your throat you mention.
"I don't have any husband. I threw my last boyfriend's clothes in the building trashcan three months ago.", finishing with your clarification, you smile a wide one.
Bucky tries to hide his surprise at her revelations, you certainly sounds happy to have thrown the clothes in trashcan, he won't ruin it for you by asking useless questions.
He smiles back at you and says softly, "My bad. Then I gues it's more for you and the little one, eh?"
It was a fun evening for you. Eating a full plate of latkes and watching shows. A good end to the weekend you'd even say. But this morning has been annoying as fuck. Having a deadline to meet is already work enough, but now you've to do your laundry too because of course, you forgot to do it this weekend!
You huff and kick the dryer in irritation. Just bloody speed up, you little tin can!
"Are you planning to break it, doll?"
You gasp and turn around quickly. Your new neighbour looks good in almost everything. And right now he's looking very good in a black shirt and blue jeans. As you both stare at each other, for some reason you both start laughing.
"I'm Bucky by the way, you were more focused on the latkes yesterday, we didn't get to sharing names at all."
You flush at that but you know he's right. So, you chuckle and offer your name.
"That's a lovely name, doll. You look like you almost done with all that. What me to carry them up the stairs for you?"
"No, it's okay. I'll..", looking at the laundry basket you sigh, "...do it myself."
Bucky has never seen someone so adorable. The way she's so full of expressions and life, it's beautiful. He smiles softly, something he's been doing a lot since yesterday evening, and offers again.
"Hey, I live next door. It's no bother at all, unless you don't wanna walk with me?", he teases lightly.
You smile but give in easily.
It's been a good 3 weeks since you've known Bucky and you two are almost always spending your free time together. He cooks for you often saying he likes to cook anyway. You both have been have become really good friends and you live every second of it.
Her name's Kristen. Her eyes remind you of your mother so much that the name seems too fitting. Bucky's been a great help. You've come to trust him so much so that for the past two month since Kristen's birth he's even been sleeping on your couch often to help with the baby. You two are friends, but the amount of trust, feelings and care you both have for each other seems more than platonic. You've seen Bucky look at you and Kristen like you both are his whole world and frankly he's a big part of yours too.
"She's sleeping?"
"Yes, just put her to bed. How are you?"
"I'm alright, doll. Are you tired?", when you shake your head he continues, "here, I though I'd bring dinner. It's been long since you had latkes, don't you think?", he smiles lazily.
You chuckle and nod excitedly.
"How's the article coming along, doll? Made any progress?"
"Wish I did. I just need to uncoil you know? I've just been too tense for last few weeks." , and really horny but I can't say that to you just like that, can I?
Bucky looks at you intensely and hums audibly. You stare back, effortlessly and he looks away while walking to the kitchen counter with a small secretive smile. These staring matches have been getting frequent since the last month, sharing the apartment at frequent intervals has changed something between you two and given the stares, you both know it too.
Taking out the plates you put them on the table, all the while Bucky's watching you intensely and you know it. He comes towards you, still staring, but ends up taking out the sauce from the refrigerator beside you.
You are about to open the container to serve the latkes when suddenly his hand brushes yours as he puts the bottle of sauce beside the plates.
You freeze, breathing in sharply. Bucky's still watching you carefully, although the little smirk tells he did that on purpose; but you already know that, don't you?
"What are you trying, Bucky?"
"What, doll? Something the matter?", he smirk grows as he plays pretend.
Weeks of tension and suppressed sexual desire make you throw out caution right out of the bloody window. You pull him by his hair and kiss him roughly, all the while Bucky's participating eagerly.
Without wasting anytime, you both undress each other rapidly as he guides you to the couch, still kissing you deeply. Long minutes of hot passion, moaning, withering and grinding later, you pant harshly and mention "Condom?"
As Bucky extends his hand to bring his pants near, you bite his left cheek softly, "You had this planned you bastard, didn't you?"
He laughs roughly taking out the condom, "I've had enough of the staring, doll. Had to nudge you a little, love."
You both laugh softly as he rolls the condom over. Moaning into his skin as he enters you think, maybe you've finally reached you're happy ending, before loosing your mind to the inescapable passion again.
I would love a very pregnant reader (single, shit ex is out of picture for good) to smell something SO amazing her neighbor is making, her hormones cant hold her back she HAS to know what hes making. She waddles over with a little plate and shyly knocks on his door to ask for a little taste. Bucky thinks shes the most adorable thing hes ever seen as she waddles back to her place, content with his generous portion. It starts off as sweet and platonic and develops into a loving relationship where they also have their own babies together as well
Hi there!
Such a cute premise but I don’t write about pregnancy- sorry!
Pairing: Ransom × female reader
Character taken from: Knives out
Summary: Ransom is an asshole and you can't be kind to him at all for some reason. You've dealt with arrogant people for a good part of your life. But he just make you loose your cool from your fiery personality- not that there was much to start with. And...you finally find out just what makes him shut up.
Warning: Smut, swearing, a little immoral (but hey, as long as it gets u off), illicit mentions.
Please do not blog or repost. Do NOT copy my work. Please reblog, like and comment as you read.
Ransom has always been an asshole; angry and entitled, so much so that he almost ended up in jail. Technically, he did end up in jail, he just never reached there. Accidental swerving of the federal car and his disappearing right after the crash was all just a lovely coincidence- or so the feds think, maybe they won't use the word lovely though.
Settling in when he had no money or taste for cheap stuff was hell, correction- it's still hell. He'll just have to wait it out, maybe Marta will just die. Infact given his family's behaviour she will die anyway and so would her immediate family- just to make sure, it just won't be accidental. Then he can return for his cut, liquidify his assets, get his Beemer back and come live in Europe the life he likes.
Solid plan. Except he can't help but feel like killing certain someone here too and gods help him, very intimately. His bare hands, if he can use them. The woman across his pathetic apartment- if it can even be called one, is a bloody nightmare. A very fuckable nightmare but hells he can't handle her. A fuckable nightmare that is walking right towards him.
You are irritated beyond limits, this asshole has been living across you for over a month and has done everything in his power to burn and boil your blood whenever possible which for him is apparently 24×7.
"Did you really throw coffee in my mail box, you bloody cunt?"
"Now don't go calling me names, sweetheart. People might start seeing just how much you're into me-"
"You slimy motherfucker. I swear to god, Randall-"
With a frown he corrects you by interrupting and inserting, "Ransom, it's Ransom darling. Not like you don't know it."
"Oh, Go fuck yourself Ronny."
"Woman, really! You pull shit like this and then ask why did I throw coffe in your-"
"What do you mean 'shit like this'- not pronouncing your name right, because I don't fucking know it?! "
"I literally JUST told you!"
"STOP YELLING YOU TWO BLOODY YOUNGLINGS!"
Scared shitless of the new voice reaching your ears you turn towards Ms Robinson standing outside her apartment, holding a fork very tightly.
"Go away, you old hag-"
Your eyes widen as Ransom being Ransom deals with situation in the worst style.
"Now liste' here, you goo' for nothin' douche bag, shut up and fuck off. You ruining my Saturday. I hear yelling again and I'll lighta yo ass and yo' home on fire."
You burst out laughing the moment the hurricane of a woman leaves the hallway. Ransom changes his shock into a scowl as he looks at you.
"Everybody knows not to mess with that woman. Where's have been living? Oh god, that was fucking funny, shit!"
You shriek when Ransom grabs your hair and pulls your back into his chest by your hair.
"I've been living right here, arguing my head off with another woman of somewhat similiar temperament. You wanna laugh some more sweetheart?"
His smug tone fires up your temper and you headbutt him into his shoulder, cursing he leaves your hair giving you the space to turn and slap him, hard.
Silence and tense suffocate you as you prepare mentally for his reaction. This has gone too far anyways. But hells you couldn't have prepared for that.
Ransom pulls you by the hair and kisses you harshly. You can't make sense of anything but the fact that you want to kiss him back just as hard, so you do. You rip his jumper off of his shoulder right there in the hallway and he tears off your sleeves. Pulling his hair, you drag him in more and bite his lip. Ransom moans and grabs your hips tight enough to bruise.
This doesn't feel like sex, it feels like much, much, much more fucking intense. It's consuming you both. Suddenly, a sliver of doubt creeps in from somewhere. This is bloody Ransom. And he hates you like you hate him. Coming to your senses, you try to push Ransom off. It doesn't move him a bit but he stops and steps back. Breathing heavily, both of you panting from sexual tension, minimal control and hormones look at each other.
"Do you want to stop, darling?"
There is that word again. Bloody names, but he calls you all of them just to mock you, right? How is he not thinking anything but about sex right now. Does he even give a fuck who he's sleeping with? Of course, not. He'll fuck you just like he fucks every other girl he brings over. But they don't have to live across him, none of them do. So they'll be fine, you won't though.
Sighing, you hug yourself with your arms and nod.
"Yeah, let's not do something this stupid. It was a mistake.", Just to appear nonchalant you add, " and don't pour fucking coffee in my mail box again for fuck's sake, Ransom."
Trying your best to appear indifferent under his intense and curious gaze you walk back to your apartment calmly and lock the door.
Now you want to fuck him too before you kill him, great! But what's the harm ? You can fuck him, what gives? Not like he will act any different, you can do that too. You both will fight like petty idiots but it'll probably end up in good sex atleast. What's the loss?
You open your door to go knock on his while you still have your courage but his smug smile and broad shoulders flare up your temper and take your breath away at the same time.
"I knew you'd come, darling. You just can't avoid playing with fire, can you? Can't admit that you I affect you at all, except your obvious attraction which you never shy of. Leaving no weakness in the open."
"What? You my social worker now?"
Ransom laughs but looks at you with pure hunger, just like you very much are looking at him.
"No darling, I just wanna fuck you. You?"
"Same, darling. I just wanna fuck you too."
"You! Hells."
Still laughing, he takes lengthy strides and pulls you in by the neck for another bruising kiss. You don't disappoint either and pull his hair just like you did a minute before. Kissing and biting softly you both stumble to your apartment shutting the door after.
Before you can break off to take your top off, he rips it off.
Oh, so this is how we're playing.
Without hesitation, you tear his t-shirt off backed by your aderaline flow. Moaning and kissing, your hands roam over his chest and abs as you push him inside your bedroom.
"Bed, now."
"Ordering me around, sweetheart?"
"You want me to grab a condom or not? Don't be sarcastic cunt everytime you open your mouth."
"Oh, I'm opening this mouth for your sarcastic cunt tonight. And I doubt you have a condom my size."
"Cocky, are we?"
He smirks and says, "Literally. Check my pants if you doubt."
"Lying doesn-, holy sh-" , he is huge in a I'll-fill-you-just-the-right-size.
Breathing a long one, you say, "Okay, I'm clean and on pill. You?"
"Clean. You sure you want me to fuck you bare?"
Calming your jitters, you fire back, "Who says you're the one fucking?"
"Oh darling, there's no doubt."
Before he can move you grab him the hair and kiss him with tongue. Pushing him on the bed, you straddle him and grind down his length slowly. He breathes out harshly, grabbing your hips and flipping you on your back.
Kissing, biting, nipping, he covers your shoulders and chest and then reaches your glistening pussy.
"Your sarcastic pussy ready, darling?"
"If you don't drop your asshole attitude for a minute, I swear I will tie you to the bed and and ride you till I come but leave you unfinis- oh fuc!"
"Ever tire of threatning people, babe?"
"Fuck y- Ahh, oh godddd."
You back arches off the bed as he licks with no reserves. His lengthy and forceful stokes are making your toes curl as you softly curse grabbing his hair. This whole thing is so intense that you can't think beyond this bloody pleasure. And when you feel so close, you can't help but beg.
"Ransom, please. I'm close! Oh god, yes, there!"
Your breathing turns harsh as your toes dig into the matteress and your back arches higher but Ransom holds down your hips by your thighs, intensifying the pleasure and you come so hard that you're trembling with sheer pleasure.
"No more threats, love?"
So out of it all, that you don't even notice the sliver of gentleness in his tone or his words. Opening your eyes you stare at him and you tell him the first thing that pops in your head.
"Fuck you."
He laughs and shakes his head at your choice of curse.
"Ironically, you are."
"I thought you were the one going to fuck."
He raises an eyebrow still laughing, " You never step back from having the last word, do you?"
"And you clearly like to hear yourself talk, now lay down and let me ride you."
"Oh, we still debating tha-"
Without waiting for him to complete, you kick his shin lightly and push his chest hard enough to send him on his back while he's distracting speaking. Straddling him again, you take his cock in your hands and pump him firmly.
"No, no debate. I am riding you, babe."
You both moan as his cock enters your soaked pussy. Bracing your hands on his thighs, you start moving rhythmically. Panting, moaning, cursing you both move against each other, sweat covering your bodies and tension climbing your veins.
He touches your clit, massaging it slowly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you ride him faster and harder. As you explode, you grip his neck softly, clenching your walls around his cock as tight as you can as you bend down to bite his earlobe. He growls and flips you over in a second and slams into your pussy hard and rough. You moan out loud as he streches out your orgasm, still shivering, as he pumps into you chasing his release, you bite his shoulder as you feel him pulse. He comes within a second.
You both catch your breath as he kisses your forehead.
Yeah, sex definitely isn't a bad way to end fight.
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Define love : The way Alex listens to Henry ♥️
I fell in love with a person, and that person happens to be a man. And that man happens to be a prince.
listening to i’m your man by leonard cohen and i want to be punished by them.. i feel like such a pervert wanting to be hurt during intimacy..
im not sure what’s wrong with me. like i was telling them that i don’t care that they talk to other people.. i dont know why im feeling this all encompassing need to be needed by them or by anyone and i feel like this is gonna ruin me in the future. but like i dont think my need to be hurt is really bad at least i hope not.
i was watching edits of secretary and like in the ideal world i find someone like mr grey, someone who can appreciate the erotic elements of butchfemme as well as respect and wouldn’t make me feel bad about the way i approach sex. because i can see my desperate nature in lee but the way mr grey is so disgusted by himself is ME.
I really want to try wearing dresses more out in public this year
He leaned down, voice like silk-draped steel, 'Sweetie, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to ruin your innocence one kiss at a time. And you're going to thank me for every second.' 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
He doesn't rush. He savours. And I suffer - beautifully, willingly - in the spaces between his hands. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
He made me ache. Not just between my thighs - but in my chest, in my soul, in every trembling part of me. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
I crave control. Not mine - his. Wrapped around my wrists and whispered around my spine. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
I don't want to be in charge. I want to be kept. Owned. Cherished with rules I love to break just so he'll punish me. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
I crave control. Not mine - his. Wrapped around my wrists and whispered around my spine. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
He didn’t just fuck me. He devoured me - mind, body, and every sinful thought I never dared speak aloud. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
He tasted like danger. I licked my lips and asked for seconds. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
Let him pin me down, kiss the whimpers off my lips, and make me beg with nothing but a look. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
I ache to be taken. Not gently. But like I am the only thing that's ever made him lose control. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
I want to be ruined. By his voice. By his hands. By the way he says my name when I've pleased him. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐
He calls me good girl and suddenly my spine forgets how to stay straight. 💜
cr: @untameddesire 🫐