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Kitchen. No context

recently saw ppl discuss whether they put their medicines in a kitchen cabinet or a bathroom cabinet and i was shocked by the fact that many ppl said kitchen cabinet. so now i need you to reblog this and say where you keep yours

The smile and regret lmaoo

I have two moods.

1. Constant panic and worryng about every little detail

2. It is what it is

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Have I read this like a thousand times? YES. Is it still the best story I've ever laid my eyes on? DEFINENTLY.

Spring Chicken

He's not the Winter Soldier anymore... but he's no spring chicken, either. Happy birthday, Buck 😘

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (hands au)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. Oral sex (m receiving), orgasm delay/edging, ruined orgasm, banter, lingerie, PiV. Bucky tries soooo hard not to cum lol. They're in love, your honor 💗

Word Count: 1.7k

@buckybarnesevents Bucky's Birthday Bash 2023

my masterlist

northbound & reaching

Brooklyn Dodgers. Boston Bees. Chicago Cubs. Detroit… fuck. The Detroit whats? Bucky squeezed his eyes closed and tried to think. 

He had to make this last.

Detroit Tigers. Damn it. He shouldn’t have had to think so long about that one. Should’ve been able to remember it. Oh, god. Keep going, keep going. What next? 

There were the Phillies, in Philadelphia, of course. Stupid name. And then the Pirat— 

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jolting up on their own. “Baby, baby, slow down, I can’t—”

From the floor between his legs, you looked up at him and smiled. Well, it would’ve been a smile— he could see the crinkles by your eyes, knew what those meant— but you couldn’t exactly smile with his cock in your mouth.

Bucky’s spread thighs trembled, the tide inside him rising as you pulled back once more with hollowed cheeks. Grabbing fistfulls of the comforter with both hands as an anchor, the plates of his left arm shifted and whirred, betraying just how hard he was working to hold back. He didn’t think he could. He wasn’t gonna make it. 

Maybe it would be okay; you probably wouldn’t mind if he came now. Okay. Okay. Bucky took a deep breath, but just before he gave in and let go, you were gone— your wicked mouth replaced by your hand, squeezing tightly at the base of his cock.

Bucky groaned. “God damn it.” His dick flexed helplessly in your grip as you kept his orgasm at bay, and only the slightest, weakest dribble of cum flowed down his length and over your hand.

It was embarrassing; you hadn’t even been sucking on him for very long, and here was, ready to blow. Was blowing. Did this count? He didn’t think so— if anything, it only left him even more frustrated and horny. 

To tell the truth, he’d been close to the edge ever since you stepped out of the bathroom wearing… whatever you were wearing. He’d never seen anything like it; strappy, with sheer black lace that somehow covered you while still letting him see everything, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. It would be so easy for him to rip right through the flimsy fabric— but no, he couldn’t do that. You hated when he accidentally tore your clothes, so he’d never do it on purpose. 

But god, he wanted to.

It had taken him a moment to pick up his jaw from the floor when you approached him, and you used that time to your advantage— his brain was still struggling to compute when you pushed him down onto the bed and dropped to your knees between his legs.

Bucky’s left arm whirred as he leaned his weight back onto his hands. His cock jumped again, and he exhaled slowly— had to stop thinking about it. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing.

No, that tiny bit of release hadn’t done anything to dampen the desperation he felt in his gut. Baseball. He was supposed to think about baseball. 

“Buck,” you said softly, your voice lifting at the end. A question. He squinted one eye open, keeping his gaze focused squarely on your nose. Not on your chest, and definitely not on your peaked nipples that stood out under the delicate design. Fuck. Your mouth was still dangerously close to his cock, your breath hot against his spit-slick skin. “Do you want to come?” you asked.

Jesus Christ. Didn’t matter if he wanted to or not— he was going to if you kept this up. “I… I mean…” He shuddered, goosebumps blooming on his skin.

“I thought you wanted to wait,” you murmured, dragging your lips along one side of his length. The vibrations of your words rumbled through his dick and straight up his spine. “If you wanna come, you can.”

“I don’t…” Deep breaths. Deep breaths. “I don’t want it to be over.” He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling— safer that way. Maybe.

“Baby, it’s your birthday,” you simpered, mischief in your voice. Bucky gulped. “I’m not going to stop after you only come once.”

“Can’t say that,” he whined, his hips jerking up reflexively.

“Can’t say what?” you asked coyly. “That it’s your birthday?” You let go of his cock and sat back on your haunches. He wished you hadn’t— the pressure had been helping— “Sure, you’re no spring chicken anymore, but there’s no reason to be embar—”

“You know what I meant.”

“—rassed. Look.” You glanced pointedly at his cock, and the slick patch it had leaked against his thigh. It twitched hopefully at the attention. “Most impressive hundred-year-old dick I’ve ever seen. I—”

Bucky sighed, opening his eyes only to narrow them at you. “Exactly how many hundred-year-old dicks have you seen?”

“Enough,” you said with a shrug, then rose to your feet. “Enough to know yours is my favorite.” With a hand on his bare chest, you guided Bucky back to lie flat on the middle of the bed, then climbed up to straddle him. You settled down flat on top of him, almost like a hug… except your tongue teased his lips until they opened for you, and there was that lace, all that goddamn lace. It felt strange against his skin, different, and maybe he would’ve liked it if he didn’t resent it so much for separating you from him.

“Gonna tell Steve you said that,” he mumbled against your mouth.

With a playful gasp, you pulled away from him. “You would never,” you said, but when he met your eyes, your expression softened. You lifted a hand to brush his hair off his forehead, tucking a longer piece behind his ear. 

So tender. So gentle. 

Bucky pulled his lower lip between his teeth, struck with an entirely different, yet equally overwhelming, feeling. “I love you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. The words were never enough, but they were all he had.

You knew that, of course— and the smile you gave him in return was so sweet that it made his heart ache. But before he could think of something smart to say, one corner of your lips lifted slyly. 

Oh, no.

“Don’t go soft on me now, Barnes,” you said, and he jolted when your fingers wrapped around his cock again. “Oh, good,” you smirked. “You’re not.” 

You sat up straight, showing off the expanse of the— bodysuit? That sounded like the right word. Bucky couldn’t help but reach for you with both hands, thumbing over your nipples before giving in to temptation and pawing greedily at your breasts. 

Fuck baseball. No more distractions; Bucky needed to burn this into his memory, keep this image of you safe there forever. Confident and beautiful and better than he ever dared to dream, you rose up on your knees and lined him up. You’d have to pull the fabric to the side, he guessed. Would be easier for him to just rip it off— then he’d be able to get your tits in his mouth, too. But no. He couldn’t. Almost idly, he pinched the lace-covered peaks between his fingers, and— oh.

You swept his cockhead through your arousal— and he could feel it, because there wasn’t anything covering you— even though you hadn’t moved the fabric— what? 

You lowered yourself onto his cock, wiggling your hips a bit as you leaned back and took all of him in one slow motion. From this angle he had an unimpeded view of how he disappeared inside you, fitting perfectly into the cut-out section in the center of the gusset. 

“Oh, god,” he groaned again, rubbing his face with one hand. 

He wasn’t gonna last, and you knew it. You giggled when his breath stuttered, clenched around him when he grabbed your hips roughly. His fingertips dug into your skin, but he hesitated. 

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged softly. “Let go. Fill me up.” 

Bucky groaned, a mix of exasperation and pleasure, and cursed under his breath. “Fine,” he said. “Fine.” His hands on your hips weren’t enough; he planted his feet flat on the bed. “Fucking take it, then.” 

After holding back for so long, the pace Bucky set was unforgiving. Between his sharp thrusts up into you and the way he moved your hips to meet them, he chased his high with no reservations. It didn’t take him long at all to find himself on the precipice once again; this time, he jumped over headfirst. His face scrunched up with pleasure, his muscles began to shake, and he couldn’t muffle his moan as he spilled inside you.

Bucky didn’t know exactly how much time had passed, but he was still catching his breath when you started to move again. Just a slow circle of your hips at first, then a subtle grind that would’ve been barely noticeable if he wasn’t so oversensitive at the moment. He sucked in a shallow breath and opened his eyes. 

“No time to waste,” you said. “We’re behind schedule.” 

He had to blink a few times before he could actually see you. “Hmm?”

“One orgasm for every year, right? Tradition, or something.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “Dunno where you heard that one,” he said, slurring slightly. “’S impossible.” His words didn’t seem to discourage you in the slightest; if anything, you began moving a bit quicker. “You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned.

“Only one way to find out.”

He couldn’t even pretend to scowl.

“Besides,” you continued, “you haven’t unwrapped your gift yet.” 

Maybe Bucky’s brain was still buzzing with post-orgasm static, but he couldn’t remember seeing any presents in the room. His brows furrowed, but you looked exceptionally pleased with yourself when you took both of his hands in your own and led them to your chest. You used his hands to pull at the neckline of your bodysuit— the elastic stretched a bit under the slight tension, then stopped. 

You didn’t speak, but Bucky heard you loud and clear. With a crooked grin and a sharp snap of his hips, he tore the lingerie to shreds.

He didn’t know how many rounds this old body could go before it tapped out, but he figured his birthday was as good a time as any to find out.

Imagination going BRRRR

bodyguard steve rogers with prince james barnes

I can't- He's so god damn delicious I want him to run me over and step on me and I would thank him like- DAMN🤤🥴❤😭

L’Officiel Homme 2018 Exclusive Outtakes credit to Sebastian-Stan.org

ME TOOOOO 😭😟😞

i miss stucky so bad ☹️

Day 1: Shower sex

Pairing: fem!reader x Lando Norris (first person pov)

Word count: around 1.5K

TW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), oral (m receiving), smut smut smut, fluffy Lando at the end, slight angst if you squint.

A/N: literally something I would love to experience, hope you enjoy it! MDNI

Third place again. It felt like the whole world was trying to rip my heart into tiny pieces. Looking up at Lando I could see the smile on his face, but I knew it wasn't a real one. He took off in such a great place and now this.

I made my way back to the garage as fast as I could to ask where he was. Passing Oscar I could see defeat in his eyes so I hugged him tight, feeling him relax a bit. After the hugging I patted his back in sympathy and made a beeline towards Lando's driver's room.

Knocking on the door I spoke. "Lan, are you in there?" Before I could say anything else, the door was pulled open by him, facing me with glazed eyes. I gently pushed him in so we could fully be in his room. I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch and he sat down immediately.

"Baby you did amazing, why do I see tears in your eyes?" I asked concerned.

"I could've, no, I should've done better, I don't get how I cannot get a win at all." He sniffled and as I was still standing I pulled him close so his head was resting against my tummy.

Patting his hair gently I whispered "Your time will come Lan, you did your best, we both know that."

"Yes but still, I just-I don't-ugh I just don't know what else to do, I mean, I know the strategy isn't the best but still." He trailed off, I knew it was time to head back to our hotel.

"How 'bout we go back to our room, shower, eat, rest and you can tell me all about it?" I suggest and I feel his head tilting up, looking at me.

He whispers "That sounds good" and stands up to hug me properly.

The ride back to our hotel went by fast, Lando driving with his hand resting on my knee and I felt him relax a bit. Making our way up some stairs we finally made it and after fumbling with the key for long enough we were inside.

"Alrighty, set some comfy clothes out for us while I start the shower please darling." I said as I moved around in the bedroom to find our towels.

"Okay hun" he said with that gorgeous accent of his.

The shower was ready and I ushered him in the bathroom in only my underwear. "Tell me if you're done okay?"

"Would you please shower with me?" He looked at me with the biggest eyes known to mankind.

"Of course, give me just one second." I said whilst stripping. "Alright, let's get you cleaned."

Washing each other off I could feel him staring at me but I payed no mind, he was tired after all. I got behind him and massaged through his thick muscles and heard him groan in painful pleasure. After I've done that I got back to work on ridding him from the champagne leftover from his abs and he leaned his head on my shoulder. I felt him gasp in my neck so I asked him "What is it baby?"

"Need you." He nearly whimpered.

"How do you need me?"

"I need your mouth..please." He murmured and looked down at me as I got on my knees in front of him. Stroking his thighs I could finally taste his sweet cock, licking him softly and he tangled his hand in my hair, not to control me, just to have something to ground himself. Grabbing his cock I take his tip in my mouth and the whiny moan he let's out tells me I'm doing a good job. I take a big breath through my nose and take him down my throat. The response I get is one of the most beautiful moans I've ever heard. So beautiful, I have to sneak the hand that's not holding the base of his cock to rub my aching pussy to get some relief.

"Oh baby you must be drippin' -fuck- you're so good to me" He coos and damn yeah, my arousal leaks down my thighs. "I'm not gonna last long, I'm -fuck- so-sorry ngh" Oh my god, he's trying to kill me, I feel my end approach too, I could cum just by the sounds he makes. In a matter of seconds I can feel his thrusts halt and eventually stop as his cum leaks down my throat while I try my hardest to swallow all of it. Looking up at him we make eye contact and I moan around his lenght, but just as I feel a euphoric wave wash through me, he grabs my arms and swaps places with me, getting on his knees in front of me. Just as I'm about to ask him why he stopped me, he lifts one of my legs to hook over his shoulder and licks a broad stripe along my wet, awaiting cunt, making my knees buckle.

"Fuck- oh my god Lan!" I moan in pleasure and I can still feel him panting against me but that's the last thing on my mind. It's embarassing how close I got from only this much stimulation. "I'm close, Lan- yes!" With the way he thrusted two fingers inside me while licking at my clit I cum on his face so hard, I see stars. I tug at hsi curls a little harsher than I intented and when I feel like it's too much. He groans but kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth and kisses me like I'm his last source of oxygen. When he finally pulls away I giggle and he lifts his head to look at me and started laughing as well.

"Hello you" I said with a huge grin on my face as he scrunched his nose up.

"Hi babe" He said while nuzzling my neck. "May I still fuck you please?" How could I possibly say no when he asked so nicely.

"Go ahead, you don't even need to ask baby boy." I said while running my hands up his back delicately. I reach his hair and I have to grab his shoulders quickly because he raises my leg and thrusts up into me deeply. I feel my knees buckle and thank god he's holding me close or else I would've fallen. My eyes roll back to the back of my head as he strokes my warm walls in the most perfect way.

"Shit..You like that huh?" I can barely hear him say because he's continously hitting my g-spot. "Talk to me baby, d'ya like it?" He whines in my ear and I clench around him, Iknow he feels it because his grip on my thigh tightens.

"I-yes, yes I like it-fuck" I manage to answer as he speeds up his thrusts and I feel myself getting close again as I rock my hips against his and he groans, no growls out my name and that alone brings me close to the edge and I feel him getting closer too. I feel his hand cupping one of my breasts and in the blink of an eye he's sucking my nipple into his mouth, I suppose to gain some composure, like he always does when he doesn't want me to see him in this state, so I slowly lift his face. He looks up at me with his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, an almost invisible string of spit connecting my nipple and his mouth. I drag his face further up to kiss me and I moan into his mouth as I get pushed over the edge. The kiss is nothing short of messy. Tounge and teeth.

I slowly come back from my mind numbing orgasm and he's moaning into my mouth as he sucks my tounge and with a last couple of thrusts his hips stutter and he spills into me. We pull back from the kiss and he drops my forehead against mine as he slowly calms down but still pants against my face.

We stay like that for a couple minitues until he pulls out of me with a hiss, making sure I'm okay before washing me down. I return the favor and wash his face and and chest and arms. I notice after a while that he's just looking at me. I look at him and see him have the biggest smile on his face and he giggles a little.

"What's got you smiling like that hm?" I ask.

"I adore you, you're all I ever needed, I can't think of anything else but how beautiful you are. I don't even care about the race anymore just..you" he nearly chokes on his words, still grinning like an idiot.

An idiot in love.

I grab his face and look him deeply in his eyes. I'm smiling now too, tears running down my face.

"Oh Lan...I love you so much." I pull him close and kiss him briefly before pulling him into the tightest hug ever, because that's what he deserves.

Love..

A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm still a little new to writing so feedback and critisism is welcomed! ❤

I just found out Cillian Murphy likes Arctic Monkeys so he is now my favourite