Just Thought Id Share This Masterpiece With Everyone

just thought i’d share this masterpiece with everyone

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18+

frat!steve au.

series status: ongoing

series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.

series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.

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Wine & Dine

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In which you and your roommate Bucky spend a chill Friday night drinking and hanging out, leading to you confessing something unexpected

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, oral sex (f receiving), kissing, lots of banter, teasing, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, dry humping, friends to lovers (kinda) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This is kind of cheesy but the idea came to me and I ran with it! Hope it’s enjoyable! Feedback is always appreciated! 😋

Spending Friday night with your roommates had become a ritual of sorts. It was the one night of the week where all three of you were usually off from work, somehow it was how your otherwise hectic and busy schedules would align. This time around however, you were a person short. Your roommate and good friend, Sam, was out of town for the weekend visiting his family in Louisiana. Which meant that you’d be left to your own devices in your shared apartment, save for your other roommate and pain in the ass best friend, Bucky.

Most of the time you’d order takeout and play video games or watch a movie, other times Sam would grab something on his way home from work and you’d sit down to play a board game while munching on whatever delicious food he found while strolling down the streets of Brooklyn. On rare occasions, Sam would cook for you and Bucky, concocting some of the most incredible dishes you had ever tasted. Bucky wasn’t allowed in the kitchen though, not after he had almost burned it down, not once—but twice, simply just trying to boil water.

It seemed that anytime Sam would go out of town, you and Bucky always managed to make a mess of the apartment. He was usually the one who kept things flowing smoothly and in balance, and with Sam gone he’d entrust you to be the one to take his role.

You decided that this time you’d try something different for a change. After you got off work, exhausted and ready to head home, you stopped at the local grocery shop near the apartment and gathered ingredients to attempt to cook dinner for you and Bucky. He wasn’t picky and would try almost anything, however, you weren’t the best cook. But you were willing to give it a try, especially after scouring the internet for easy beginner friendly recipes.

Stepping into the dark apartment, you kicked your shoes off and headed straight to the kitchen, juggling paper bags full of groceries in your arms. You were glad Bucky wasn’t home yet, he was usually a nuisance in the kitchen anyway. You gathered your ingredients, taking out different pots and pans wishing Sam were around so you could ask him for help, you thought about calling him but you didn’t want to disturb his family time.

How hard could it be to make a simple stir fry? You’d seen Sam do it countless times, but yet it was still intimidating. You poured yourself a glass of red wine and read through the recipe—you poured oil in a large pan and let it heat up before you threw in the already diced raw chicken. You had an array of different sauces to add to it, hoping whatever you came up with would be edible. Sam had told you on many occasions that he didn’t like following recipes, he preferred adding his own flair and flavor. And you figured you’d try the same.

“Mm, it smells good in here.” You heard the front door shutting as Bucky made his way over to join you in the kitchen.

“I’m glad, because this is going to be what we’ll be eating for the next few days.” You offered with a nervous laugh as the chicken sizzled loudly in the pan.

Bucky chuckled as he rummaged through the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and peering over your shoulder, trying to see what you were cooking. “Since when do you cook? Last I recall Sam left specific instructions to not mess up anything in the kitchen, and you know how fucking neurotic he is.”

“Who says I’m messing up the kitchen?” You retorted, “I happen to know what I’m doing.” Suddenly, you squealed as the hot oil sprinkled out of the pan and all over your hands, making you nearly throw the pan across the stove.

“Uh huh, sure you do Sunshine.” Bucky laughed out loudly, poking you in the side.

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him as you turned the heat off, the chicken came out a little crispier (burnt) than you had intended, but it still seemed edible. You finished adding the chopped vegetables and the different sauces, hoping that once you tossed everything together that it would somehow all taste good.

You downed the glass of wine as you finished cooking the stir fry, grabbing two plates from the cupboard and bringing everything to the table. “Food’s ready!” You called out, feeling a little hesitant about your concoction.

“If I die from food poisoning, I’m telling Sam.” Bucky chortled, you hit him in the arm lightly, rolling your eyes as he mouthed an “ow”.

“If you die, how can you tell him?” You scoffed. “Idiot.”

“Geez, I was joking Sunshine,” Bucky nudged you playfully, “I’m sure whatever you made is going to be delicious.”

“If not, we can just throw it away and pretend it never happened.” You refilled your wine glass, perhaps the cheap red wine could numb your taste buds and make your creation more palatable.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m sure it’s fine.” Bucky served himself a generous amount of the stir fry along with some leftover rice you had reheated. He started eating as you watched him over the rim of your glass, awaiting his reaction.

The initial look on his face looked promising, but the grimace that followed let you know your attempt at cooking hadn’t been successful. “Uh, it’s g-good…” Bucky struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, feigning a smile as he did his best not to spit it out.

“Don’t bullshit me, Buck. It’s gross, isn’t it?” You laughed as you took another sip of wine.

Bucky nodded, “Okay, maybe it’s a little gross. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Looks like we’re going to be eating pizza for the remainder of the weekend.” In a way you were glad, cooking wasn’t your forte, it was better off leaving it to the professionals.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky chuckled, “That’s what we usually do anyway, I appreciate you trying though, Sunshine.”

You appreciated his encouraging words, usually Bucky wasn’t that thoughtful, but you noticed how much his attitude towards you would change when others weren’t around. Usually he’d bust your balls and treat you like he would any other of his guy friends, but when it was just you and him, he seemed to be gentler and kinder. You never thought much of it, but you couldn’t deny that you liked that different side of him.

“Good thing we have enough wine and beer to hold us over.” You commented, swirling the red liquid in your glass, now that was something that could never fail you.

“I’ll order the pizza,” Bucky grabbed his phone, going through his food delivery apps, “And we can pretend this never happened. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sam.” He winked. You were already feeling the effects of the wine as it coursed through your veins and a smile spread across your face. Perhaps your evening wasn’t ruined after all.

You hated wasting food, but there was no saving the burnt chicken and soggy vegetables, you sadly discarded any remnants and cleaned up the kitchen—leaving no trace behind. You took advantage of the time you had before the pizza arrived to change out of your work clothes and wash away the day with a hot shower. Feeling refreshed in your comfy pajamas, you joined Bucky on the couch who had put on a horror movie you’d seen a million times before.

You casually plopped down next to him, noticing how he inched closer to you. Bucky tipped back his second beer, handing you one which you gladly accepted. You had a busy week dealing with all the nonsense at work, it was nice to finally relax and just spend a chill Friday night with your best friend.

“Maybe next time I can try to cook us something,” Bucky commented, “Let’s see who can make the worst dish.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I think we know who’d win,” You pointed out, “Mister I can’t even boil water without almost burning the place to the ground.”

Bucky huffed, “That only happened twice! I promised Sam I wouldn’t do it again.”

“Yeah, well twice was enough to get you banned from the kitchen.” He was about to try and tickle you when the door bell rang, alerting you that the pizza had arrived.

“Saved by the bell.” Bucky smirked, grabbing some loose dollar bills from the counter and going to open the door. The scent of freshly made dough infiltrated your nostrils, you were starving, ready to tear into the pizza. Bucky thanked the delivery person and eagerly brought the boxes over to the couch, setting them down on the small coffee table.

“I got pepperoni and olives on mine and of course, your favorite, Hawaiian,” He nearly gagged just mentioning it, “I don’t know how you can like pineapple on a pizza, you weirdo.”

“Only highly intelligent individuals like pineapple on their pizza,” You countered, “Besides you have no room to talk, olives are just gross sad grapes.”

Bucky gasped dramatically, “No way, olives are delicious. Don’t be such a hater, Sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes as you snatched the box away from him, not hesitating to just dig right in. The pizza place you usually ordered from had the best pizza in all of Brooklyn, nothing could compare to their homemade sauce and dough. You had been ordering from them for years, ever since Bucky introduced you to their highly addictive pies.

“Oh yeah, this is hitting all sorts of spots.” You nearly moaned as you chowed down, going slightly cross eyed from how delicious it was. Bucky was on the same page as he devoured his pizza, only stopping to wash it down with cold beer.

The plan was to have left overs for the following day, but it seemed that wouldn’t be the case as both pizzas were demolished within minutes. It also seemed like your stir fry had left a lot to be desired.

“I’m officially stuffed,” Bucky groaned, tilting his head back as he belched loudly, you responded by belching even louder, “Good one, Sunshine.” He teased, leaning over you and grabbing himself another beer. You shrugged, getting yourself another beer as well.

You and Bucky eventually decided to play some Mortal Kombat, you were always a pro at kicking his ass even though he hated admitting it. He’d try to distract you or dodge your finishing moves, but no matter how much he tried, you’d always triumph over him.

“One more round,” Bucky insisted, “I think I just need to switch my character.”

“We’ve already played ten rounds, Buck,” You preened, “I think you should just accept defeat.”

“I almost had you in that last round, come on!”

You sighed exasperatedly, “Fine, one more.”

As expected, even with a different character Bucky wasn’t quick enough to dodge your incoming attacks. As an added bonus you finished him off with a violent and bloody brutality, smiling proudly as the voice over declared a flawless victory. Bucky nearly threw the xbox controller across the room, groaning loudly. “Fuck!”

You smiled indulgently to yourself as you made your way over to the kitchen, carrying a slew of empty beer bottles and tossing them away haphazardly in the bin. You were buzzing from both the effects of the alcohol and from the adrenaline of once again kicking Bucky’s ass in one of your favorite video games.

“You’re so annoying.” Bucky crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you over the kitchen counter, he was slightly tipsy as well. You giggled as you grabbed yourself and Bucky another beer, popping the bottles open and clinking them together.

“I’m just really good at beating you in Mortal Kombat,” You replied off-handedly, “You know this.” A grin spread across your face as you tipped your beer back. Bucky rolled his eyes at you, murmuring something under his breath.

“Aw, come on Buck,” You egged him on, “I’m sure you’re good at other things. What’s something you think you could easily beat me at?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, tilting his head as he thought about what he was going to say next, a wicked smile formed on his lips as he took a sip of his beer, his tongue gliding over the glass rim momentarily. “Eating pussy.”

You nearly choked on your beverage at how nonchalantly he admitted that. Bucky laughed out loudly, the alcohol seemed like it had completely gone to his head. You didn’t know how to respond, was he being serious? He didn’t offer a response after his admission which let you know he was indeed being serious.

“Eating pussy is overrated,” You blurted out, “I’ve never gotten off from it.” You didn’t know why you even mentioned that, it was clearly the liquid courage coursing through your veins which allowed you to be so casual about it.

Bucky’s eyes widened at that, “You what? Are you serious?” He sounded truly shocked.

“Yep,” You replied, not caring anymore as you just went with the flow of the conversation, “Not once. I don’t know if I’ve just been with really shitty people or if there’s something wrong with me.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’ve just been with really shitty people.”

“Well, until someone comes along and changes my mind, I won’t buy into the hype.” You jumped up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as Bucky stood there, pondering what you had just unceremoniously confessed. The air in the apartment thickened as his eyes narrowed, you noticed a flicker of something devious in his gaze. Licking his lips, Bucky got closer to you, close enough for you to smell the hint of beer on his breath and musk on his clothes.

“I could change your mind.” He whispered lowly, almost inaudibly. However, you heard him loud and clear as your cheeks immediately flushed and a chill went down your spine. You waited for him to say he was fucking with you, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

You swallowed thickly, trying to cover your nervousness with a laugh, “Stop it Buck, I know you’re not serious.”

“I don’t think you realize how serious I am,” He smirked, there wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his voice, just sheer determination. “Come on Sunshine, it’s only weird if you let it be weird.”

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, you weren’t sure if it was just the influence of the alcohol or utter curiosity, but you found yourself considering Bucky’s offer. You always saw him as just a friend, but it was undeniable that you had at times wondered what it would be like to be with Bucky. Your bedroom being beside his always allowed you to get an earful of the activities he’d partake in. You had laid awake at night on too many occasions listening to the never ending moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room, imagining yourself in his bed instead. You’d quickly shoo those thoughts away as fast as they came, because Bucky would only ever be just a friend, right?

Without a second thought, you found yourself agreeing. To what exactly? You had no idea. Bucky smiled shyly, unlike his usual self-satisfied grin. He closed the gap between your bodies and tentatively kissed your lips. “Is this okay?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, you nodded, liking the way his lips felt against yours. Bucky had waited for this moment for far too long, he wanted to set the right mood and not rush into simply eating you out, he wanted to truly savor you.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his body flush against yours. His tongue glided over your top lip seeking entry into your mouth. You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment as you parted your lips open and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His mouth began moving from your face over to the crook of your neck where his lips found a home, peppering wet feverish kisses down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped from the back of your throat as Bucky kept kissing you. “Buck! It tickles!” You exclaimed. Instead of saying anything Bucky just smirked, his hand falling in between your bodies as he pressed his fingers against your clothed pussy. You were about to laugh again when instead a moan erupted from your lips, eyes closing in delight.

“Mm, does this tickle?” Bucky growled against your ear as his fingers massaged your cunt.

“Fuck, no,” You let out breathily, “Feels so g-good…”

Bucky’s famous smug smile was back on his face as he hoisted you off the kitchen counter, enveloping your body in a tight embrace as your legs instinctively wrapped around him. He carried you into the living room, placing your body on the couch. He hovered over you, breathing heavily as his hips dipped down to grind against you, you moaned the instant his clothed erection brushed against your core. You hooked one of your legs around him, pressing yourself harder into his touch, getting lost momentarily in how hard Bucky was because of you.

Bucky knew he was getting carried away and wouldn’t be able to stop himself if you allowed him to fuck you right then and there, he was so incredibly turned on and loved hearing the little moans that escaped your lips. He abruptly stopped dry humping you and focused his attention on your pussy, which he knew would be soaked. His fingers ghosted over the waistband of the flimsy pajama shorts you had on, sliding them in gently and then moving your panties aside so he could feel you wet and hot against him. Bucky circled your clit slowly, kissing your neck as he buried two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, the pad of his thumb still rubbing your clit.

You gasped, the double stimulation felt incredible as you arched off the couch. You could feel yourself gushing all over Bucky’s fingers, getting wetter the more his fingers scissored inside of you. You didn’t think that all it would take for you to cum would be some kissing and fingering, but the way in which Bucky kissed you and touched you was unlike anything you had ever felt.

“Bucky…” You breathed out, the coil in your stomach tightening as Bucky sped up, bracing himself for your incoming release. You shut your eyes tightly, little gasps leaving your mouth as the tension inside of you exploded and you came hard all over his fingers. Bucky kissed you, swallowing your moans as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

“Damn, Sunshine…” Bucky let out after a few seconds of you both trying to catch your breath, “I already made you cum and I haven’t even used my mouth yet.”

You rolled your eyes, hands coming up to cover your flushed face, your cheeks were on fire and you were still in disbelief. But you couldn’t deny that it had felt amazing to have Bucky’s fingers inside of your pussy, you could only imagine what his cock would feel like.

Bucky didn’t give you much time to think as he dove back down, his hands yanking your shorts and panties off roughly and tossing them carelessly on the floor. You arched sensually off the couch, letting your legs spread open for his viewing pleasure. You knew you were being cheeky, but seeing the hungry look in Bucky’s eyes was so worth going the extra mile.

His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening cunt and swollen clit. Bucky nestled himself in between your thighs, arms wrapping around you and keeping you pinned under him. He pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking just around your pussy and blowing a thin stream of air over it. You writhed uncontrollably, needing his mouth on you before you lost your mind.

Bucky smirked as he let a little bit of his saliva drip onto your clit, you gasped as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub repeatedly, making your body thrum with pleasure. You tasted better than he could’ve imagined, your pussy was so wet and sweet, and oh so tight. Now that he had gotten to savor you, Bucky wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get enough.

He continued lapping at your clit, alternating his speed and keeping you on the edge, just enough to have your toes curling with every sensation of Bucky’s tongue on your cunt. You knew at the pace he was going that it would be game over at any given moment. You really had been missing out, everyone who had ever eaten you out prior should cower in shame, because Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. Every lick, suck and flick was calculated and he knew just how to amplify every nerve in your body.

“God, Buck,” You squirmed, “I c-can’t believe…I-m gonna c-cum…” Bucky chuckled lowly as he looked up at you, his lips were dampened from your juices and his cheeks were rosy. You kept eye contact as he continued sucking and licking your pussy, getting you closer and closer to that sweet precipice.

Throwing your head back blissfully, warmth spread throughout your lower abdomen for the second time as you came with even more intensity than the first time. Bucky didn’t stop licking even after your orgasm finished moving in waves through you, you were completely overstimulated and satiated as your legs twitched sporadically.

“Holy shit…” Were the only words that could leave your mouth as you laid there, chest heaving up and down from what could very well be the best orgasms you ever had. Bucky wiped his mouth, feeling completely satisfied with himself and by how easily he had been able to make you cum. You looked just as beautiful as he had imagined, body coated in a sweaty sheen, lips parted making a perfect o shape and your pussy still pulsing—fuck, you were just too enticing.

“So did I change your mind?” Bucky asked brazenly, reverting back to his playful self as he nudged your side teasingly.

“I hate to admit it,” You mewled, “But you did.” A haughty grin spread across Bucky’s face as he claimed he had told you so. You rolled your eyes at his display, trying to piece together everything that had transpired in just one night. You and Bucky had gone from best friends to whatever the hell you were now, you didn’t want to slap a label on it, but you were sure that you wanted to do it again. Perhaps even take it a step further and truly experience every inch of him.

“It goes without saying that we’re not telling Sam.” You remarked.

“Not a word.” Bucky agreed, there was no need to tell Sam, even though if this were to become a common occurrence and with all three of you living under the same roof, Sam would catch on eventually.

“We need to go food shopping tomorrow,” You casually changed the subject, sitting up and sprawling your feet on Bucky’s lap. You noticed the very prominent tent in his pants, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered there for the longest moment. “I don’t think we can survive off of pizza and beer.” You could feel yourself getting sick by the mere thought.

“Don’t worry Sunshine, we’ll figure it out,” Bucky said as he grabbed your leg so he could kiss the top of it, “Besides,” He smiled suggestively, “I already know what I want for dinner tomorrow.”

𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞,𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫

pairing || professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary || for the whole semester james paid attention to his student for all the wrong reasons but on the last day, is he finally over it?

word count || 4,181

warnings || age gap ((reader is 20, bucky is 35)), blowjob, pussy eating, pussy fingering, fucking in a classroom, fucking your professor, talks of divorce, test taking, exams, male masturbation, natasha and bucky relationship, reader is dating steve so like cheating, riding, breeding

authors note || this is for @sunstalgia’s challenge! also since i finished another semster of college last week and you guys enjoyed my last professor!bucky fic, why not write another! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT STEAL MY CONTENT and remember to REBLOG.

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METHOD ACTING MASTERLIST

18+

frat!steve au.

series status: ongoing

series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.

series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ma'am I had this idea. Outrageous but I did😂😂. Dark! Colin Shea. Can u imagine. Him acting all friendly but his intentions r not so good. So I can't sleep now. Yay😂😂

Heyy! So another movie I haven’t seen 🤭 But it’s basically like a Neighbor AU situation, right?

I’m going to try something, I guess 😂

safe hands

colin shea x reader

warnings: smut! dark fic! noncon! drunk reader, innocent reader, stalking, obsession, loss of virginity, dark!colin, not proofread  

wc: 1606

a/n: not me writing for characters i dont even know... @jack-skellingtons-stuff hope ur sleepin well now sdkskskkd

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So Colin...

Probably a boy next door

Like literally. You just moved and he’s your next-door neighbor.

So, imagine you... A young pretty little thing that’s fresh out of college and is looking for a job but you’re just this awkward little ball of sunshine that keeps messing everything up.

You never even go out of your apartment unless it’s for an interview, even then, you so dread those stuff.

“You’re a freaking adult now! Why can’t you just act normal and do adult... stuff?!” You would chide yourself in front of a mirror, groaning in desperation at your lack of... experience? Like workwise.

Hey, there are people working from home. Maybe you can do that?

And you did. And you actually found one which is great for your adulthood but not great for you because you never go out of your apartment anymore. At all.

That’s when Colin comes in.

He was there when you moved in, expecting you to greet him like every girl who sees him. He really gets em easily. I mean... look at him.

So he watched you as you brought boxes in which there was not much. There were like 3 boxes, maybe 5 but not more. He watched you with amusement as you were too busy grunting at the boxes, missing his nude form by his door, only a small towel to cover himself.

He takes a bite of his apple, obnoxiously chewing to catch your reaction but he was met with a slam of your door.

Since then, he has become fond of you.

He’d watch you as you went in and out of your apartment in those cute little skirts and wonderful blouses and every time, it’s a sight for him.

He eventually found out that you’re going to job interviews and he found himself following you and witnessing some of those awkward interviews and he finds himself growing more fond of you. Even got himself thinking that he might actually like you... Is that even possible? He’s Colin Shea. He doesn’t settle down.

But for you, he might.

He saw how you would block everything out and he listened to your late-night talks with yourself and he can’t help but think about how adorable you are. How helpless you are. Something ignited in him and all he wants to do now is be there for you. Protect you. Take care of you.

Imagine his reaction when you’re no longer getting out of your apartment.

So he finally decides to meet you. Or for you to meet him. He knows so much about you already but he won’t say that to you.

A knock forces you away from your laptop. You open the door to find a man staring down at you with a friendly smile.

“Umm, hi? D-did I, Was I making any noise or something?” Your stuttering would make Colin’s heart leap out of his chest and the way you're dressed down with shorts and a huge sweater only made his heart swell even more.

“Uh hi! I’m Colin! I’m your neighbor! I uh... Was going to ask a favor, if that’s alright?” He smiles shyly at you.

“Um, yeah! What’s up?” You smile awkwardly, silently praying for him to leave already. Not that he was annoying. You were just not used to this... And besides, you’re doing work.

“I locked myself out of my apartment and I tried talking to the office but I guess they’re already out. I mean it’s pretty late.” He looks down at his wristwatch before looking at you with a hopeful smile making your heart beat faster. Not because of his boyish cute smile but because the idea of a stranger being with you just doesn’t sit right.

But it would be more awkward to deny him now, would it?

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t here. I promise. Just need somewhere to spend the night. I mean I can sleep by my door but that would be--” 

“Y-yeah, I guess you can stay for a while.” You give him a small smile which Colin found extremely adorable which then made him grin. A grin that soon fell when he took a look around your apartment.

He watches as you make your way back to your laptop, quickly getting back into your zone. His heart falls at the sight. Is that what you’ve been doing the whole day?

“Have you eaten?” He finds himself asking, not being able to resist.

He watches your face contort into confusion and he would’ve awed at the sight but your reply made him somewhat angry.

“I guess not... Did you want anything?” You pull yourself away from your laptop once more and Colin didn’t know if he liked the idea of you preparing his food but nothing for yourself. 

What a sweet girl...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll order take-out!” Colin cheered before pulling out his phone, wiggling his eyebrows at your shocked expression.

That’s how you find yourself eating pizza while watching some show on the telly.

Then those nights became a thing.

Colin would often visit you, making sure that you eat and take a break from work because he said that you tend to overwork yourself.

“You’re not my mom!” You’d playfully slap his chest.

“Well, I might as well be!” He’ll take your wrist before dragging you towards your bed and forcing you to watch another batch of comedy shows.

He’d be laughing at the show so much that you find yourself laughing as well. 

You would no longer feel so stressed.

But then things went badly. 

The company you were working for decided to let some employees go and unfortunately, those who work from home weren’t as important as those who work in the office.

You cried in Colin’s arms that night.

Colin did feel sorry for you. But maybe it’s for the best. Even the universe thinks you shouldn’t be working like that. He’s there to take care of you. You would no longer have to stress yourself out to live.

He’ll make sure to take good care of you.

Then the drinks came up.

One bottle of beer. Then two. Then three.

Honestly, you lost count.

Colin didn’t. He didn’t drink any.

He’d watch you with a smile as you’re sad and brooding aura turned into a giggly one.

“I’m sleepy...” You would mutter, head falling down Colin’s shoulder and he would embrace you happily, stroking the side of your face gently.

He’ll smile at the way you would squeal when he carries you to your bed.

“You enjoy being relaxed, babe?” He asks, taking your socks off. Then your shorts and shirt that went unnoticed by you.

“Too hot!” You’d fan yourself with your hand which Colin would take. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He’ll press a kiss on your forehead that’ll make you giggle.

Colin would watch your naked body, touch your warm skin with patience.

“So beautiful... And all for me, right?” He presses a kiss on your lips and you nod at whatever it is he’s saying.

He’ll easily play your body, making you and himself feel good. His fingers would play with your clit while his mouth laps on your nipples, taking turns from left and right.

He’d bask at the sound of your moans and whimpers that went straight to his hardening cock.

He’ll only stop when you’re drunkenly begging for more which he happily gives.

His hard cock would be poking your entrance and as he pushes in slowly, your eyes would widen, suddenly not so drunk anymore.

“Colin?” Your frightened voice alerts Colin and he would shush you with a kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you... I got you...” He whispers before pushing in, swallowing your cries with lustful kisses.

“God!” He moans when he’s fully seethed in, your walls hugging his cock. He stays there for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and slightly feeling guilty at your cries.

“Ahh...” You cry out when he slowly pulls out. He’d kiss your tears away before slowly pushing back in, pulling your body closer to his in a hug, whispering promises about feeling better soon.

And you did.

Your cries turned into moans which motivated Colin to thrust faster yet still careful to not hurt you. He didn’t even have to ask because when he looked down at his cock, he saw little blood, and his jaw clenched, feeling some sort of remorse.

“You’re doing good, You’re so good to me.” He whispers before resuming his thrusts. He’d dwell at the sound of your pleasured moans and his hand would find its way down your clit, fingers playing with the nub until your body was shaking violently underneath him.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me, baby... You’re good. You’re safe...” He grunts at how your walls are tightening around him. You whimper before curling against his body, unknowingly pulling his body closer to yours. 

He shivers before cumming as well, his seeds filling your hole, making you drip with his cum. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before pulling out.

The mixture of blood and his cum makes him get a cloth before gently cleaning you up, being extra careful when he wiped at your core.

He cleans himself up before lying back beside you. He presses a kiss on the side of your head, your nose, and then your lips.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore...” He places a hand on your stomach before smiling and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You’re in safe hands.

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a/n: see i dont think i should write for these guys (from movies i haven’t watched/too lazy to watch) because im probs messing up a lot skskks anyway hope y’all think this one is alright! also im a sucker for innocent reader jcnavn

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i’m probably way too late with this roommate!bucky ask but,,, are we pretending they don’t share a blunt and have lazy sunday morning sex right where they are, probably on the carpet right in front of the tv bc they’re too high to bother getting on the couch that’s literally half an inch away and for a bit they’re just lazily groping and kissing and licking and they’re like “you go on top i don’t wanna move” “no, you go-“ and then you cave and climb on his lap but once he’s inside you something just awakens and he’s an absolutely feral power!bottom, thrusting up and squeezing your tits and smacking your ass and leaving love bites everywhere his mouth can reach, he gets so lost in it too like he’s somehow sucking the pleasure right out of your skin and that’s just the trip he’s having

and bucky is usually quite the dirty talker but just this once he doesn’t say a word, he knows you’re right there with him, your bodies and minds are just *connected* but it’s okay that he doesn’t speak because his incredibly loud moans (oh, that’s a first - but you love and can’t get enough of it already) more than make up for it

idk who u are,,,,,but thank u for this.

warnings: weed, unprotected sex — 18+ only

lazy sunday morning sharing a blunt over blueberry pancakes, tummies full and happy and eyes glossy and slightly red from the smoke irritation but neither of you seem to really care as you have your head in bucky’s lap.

the carpet is soft, so inviting as your limbs are tangled with his—sloppy long kisses with bucky’s hands travelling all over your body and he’s just so hard already. he craves you more than anything.

words are hard for the both of you right now, heavy eye lids as you’re stripping out of the little clothes you had on in the first place.

“get on top, sweets,” bucky mumbles against your lips as you let out a groan, “no, don’ wanna,” you reply, hands over his body. you go back and forth before you’re finally climbing up on top and oh god are you glad that you did that.

he fills you up, stretching you and leaving you completely breathless when bucky snaps and thrusts his hips up and pulls your hips down onto him.

“fuck, feel so good sweets.” he’s trying so hard to keep his eyes open but everything is so heightened and it just feels so. fucking. good.

his hands are on your ass and tits, grabbing at the supple flesh before he’s nipping at your neck and your chest while your ride him.

he’s always vocal—but in a more traditional sense, but right now, the sound of his deep and low moans are enough to send shudders rolling over your body.

“m’gonna come, sweets. gonna come.” is all he can mumble before you’re squeezing him, falling over the edge and on top of his chest before he fills you up.

you’re both tired and groggy, fucked out but happier than ever as bucky just holds you tight. “this is a good start to our lazy sunday, sweets.” and you spend the rest of the day naked and with each other.