Anachronism Masterlist

yall look at this shit ad*be is tryna pull now on ppl who have outdated software:

(note for context: i’m all for piracy, but in this case my copy of CS6 was downloaded years ago when they were giving it away to students. i got it totally legally.)

OMG I love these pics, great job guys!

Jeremy Renner & Paul Rudd. Los Angeles, April 6th 2019

Like his music

Summary: You and Bucky argue again, solving it the way you both know works best.

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 602

Warnings: language, toxic relationship/behaviour, violence (slapping), rough smut/sexy times. 18+ only. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

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A/N: For my lovely mutual @slothspaghettiwrites because she begged so sweetly. Also, I’ve never written rockstar!Bucky before. I hate this, but out it goes.

Main Masterlist / Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Sex with Bucky is been much like his music - loud, messy and exciting.

Too bad he was a fucking asshole.

“You’re a massive bitch, you know that?”

“Says the guy who just throat punched his own manager.”

Bucky hisses as you drag your nails down his tatted back, the newest addition of black ink still sore to the touch. “Didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

The sinking of Bucky’s teeth into your neck has you suddenly crying out in pain, the back of your head hitting the door. Your vision turns red as you feel him smugly smile against your bruised skin.

Fucker never leaves you alone long enough to heal.

“Besides,” he snarks between bites, “you didn’t hear me fuckin’ whine when you dragged that groupie outta the meet n’ greet two days ago.”

A furious snarl escapes you - how dare he.

Quietly a hand moves away from his latest tattoo to briefly tangle itself in his thick locks - still sweat soaked from his concert earlier - before sharply yanking, and you relish the pained grunt he lets out.

Your pleasure is short lived upon seeing his blood stained teeth, your smile quickly falling - the bastard had the audacity to bite you, that god damned smirk still plastered on his face.

A quick slap is enough to wipe it off.

It stuns him for only a moment.

You watch a range of emotions flit across his face as Bucky’s head slowly moves back, irises almost completely black, the silence broken only by the minute clinking of his dog tags. Your breath hitches as his gaze burns into yours - before he was angry, now he’s downright pissed.

“You crazy bitch,” he spits. “That really how you wanna play this, huh?”

He strikes, viper fast, and a hand snakes its way under your dress, metal signets leaving goosebumps along your thighs as his calloused fingers move upwards. It takes only a few seconds for you to free his cock from his jeans as he hastily shoves your underwear to the side. He doesn’t check to see if you’re ready - the wet patch he felt on your panties was proof enough.

“Here’s your fuckin’ attitude check.”

Another set of rings digs into the back of your neck as he fiercely pulls your mouth to his, swallowing your stuttered moans as he thrusts home.

“Jesus,” he groans, adjusting his grip on your thigh. He verbalises every filthy thought, pinks lips brushing their compliments against your face.

I’m never leaving you again without fucking you first, Princess.

Biggest mistake I coulda made today, missin’ out on this pussy.

This all it takes to put you back in your place, Doll Baby?

Call yourself a hypocrite, but it was the last sentence that was your undoing. Coupled with the rolling of his hips, you had no hope of staving off your impending orgasm.

You ain’t his, Princess. You can’t enjoy anyone else the way you enjoy this.

The rockstar eventually finds his own release, shouting and cursing into your shoulder as you hang on to the last remnants of your second orgasm for the night.

The moment you both break apart to breathe, your tongue darts out to wet your lips in satisfaction. Bucky looks every bit the hot mess that many rockstars are - strands of hair stuck to his face, chest heaving raggedly as his wild eyes follow the movement.

In a way, sex with Bucky will always be much like his music.

Guess it’s a good thing you love rock.

There was an idea…

The original six as little baby gifs

This was so wonderful to read!!!!

Moments

A/n: This little bundle of fluff is for @prettyyoungtragedy ‘s 10k celebration. Congrats Maya! I had to make a few tiny changes. It’s a stucky family fic but really this just focuses on Buck and his daughter. I also made a small adjustment to the prompt which was “If I wanted you, I’d still be with you” I changed it to “If I wanted you, I’d still have you” to make it make sense. Hope that’s ok!

Summary: Since Bucky became a dad he lives for the little moments.

Word count: 1840

Warnings: FLUFF

Thank you to my jov and best friend @the-wayward-robot for betaing this for me. I wouldn’t be doing this without you.

Bucky still has moments where he finds himself adjusting to the suburban life. Manicured lawns and sidewalks, neighbors that leave cookies on his doorstep for no reason. He wasn’t used to living like this. First it was Brooklyn in the forties where everything was covered in a sooty film, grass only found in the nearest park. Then there was no home, only flashes of color between the feeling of intense cold. He had been the one that cried the day the three of you closed on the house, sobbing in the empty living room that smelled like fresh paint and lumber as soon as the realtor drove away.

Sometimes there are moments when the fear that it may all be a dream sneaks up from deep within him in the dead of night, bitter on his tongue like the medicine his mother used to give him. But then you knee him in the back or Steve snores or he hears his daughter coughing down the hall and it vanishes back into the darkness from which it came, replaced by a happy sigh of contentment.

Mostly he finds himself in little moments of astonishment. Usually it hits him as a result of the smallest thing, like now as he sits in a lounge chair, shaded by the oak tree in his backyard, his daughter digging wildly in the dirt.  Sometimes when it gets bad he just comes out here and sits in the dewy grass, running his fingers along the roots in an attempt to ground himself. This is his favorite place and more than once Steve has found him asleep here and carried him to bed. He knows it’s probably silly, but just being next to something that’s been alive longer than him is a nice change, makes him feel a little more like any other dad spending time watching his kid traumatize worms.

“Daddyyyyyyy!”

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