I Couldn’t Pick One So You Got Three.

i couldn’t pick one so you got three.

oh m y g o d. natasha lemme DROWN IN YOU AND ILL LET BUCKY DROWN IN ME JESUS CHRIST

when you move, i’m moved

Summary: There’s something you’ve been wanting for a while, and when Bucky finally figures out what that is he suggests that you do something about it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 6,123

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED), threesome (f/f/m), dom!bucky, dom!natasha, but they’re both pretty soft in this, oral sex (reader and nat receiving), fingering, it’s mostly filth in this part

A/N: this is the first thing i’ve finished in over a year i think. i’m not sure how good it is but i’m proud of myself for finishing it. feedback is always welcome :) i listened to the song “movement” by hozier while writing this and that was also the inspiration for the title of this. this is also the first part of what will probably be a mini-series about this relationship so there will be more! i hope you enjoy :)

You’re on your second glass of wine when Natasha poses the question that’s been on everybody’s mind tonight.

“So, why did you invite me here tonight?” She has one eyebrow quirked up she’s looking back and forth between you and Bucky on the loveseat sofa. Your breath feels like it’s trapped in your throat, not fully able to reach your lungs.

You had been the one to invite her tonight, and you truly didn’t have any ulterior motives when doing so, she’d been over at yours and Bucky’s place countless times before, but the energy in the room tonight is different.

Bucky, who’s normally oblivious and trapped in his own head, has been more observant about the nature of your relationship with Natasha, prompting a conversation between a few days earlier which resulted in the amped-up energy this evening.

“Are you finally gonna tell Natasha how you feel?” He asks as he approaches you from behind while you’re doing the dishes. He places his hands on your waist gently. Your heartbeat speeds up a bit.

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NOT AT ALL KINDLY FUCK THE PAM AND TOMMY SHOW

EVERY PERSON WHO PARTICIPATED IN THAT ATROCITY FUCK YOU

Y’ALL ARE PROFITING OFF OF SOMEONES TRAMA

FUCK T*MMY LEE ESPECIALLY

I DON’T FUCKING CARE HOW HOT YOU THINK SOMEONE IN IT IS DO NOT SUPPORT THE SHOW

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anti-antidani

3 years ago

ITS TIME TO CELEBRATEEEEEE!!!! HAPPY TWO YEARS BABE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND PROUD OF YOU YOURE ABSOLUTELY KILLING IT

Bex’s Two Year Anniversary Party!

heeeeeey besties!! first of all i cannot BELIEVE it’s been two years on this blog already. it seems like yesterday i came back asking you guys to follow me again and i am so grateful for each and every one of you. to celebrate my two year we’re gonna have a little party! each day will have a different theme all leading up to the big day on saturday! feel free to join in or just scream in my inbox! themes are as follows!

Monday: Music Monday

Tuesday: Tell Me Tuesday

Wednesday: Women Wednesday

Thursday: Thirsty Thursday

Friday: Free-for-all Friday

Saturday: Sleepover Saturday!

i’ll make a seperate post each day with the details of the daily theme. everything will be tagged as #happytwoyearsbex along with the theme for the day. send as many asks as you want and i’ll do my best to answer as many as i can. seriously though from the bottom of my heart. thank you to everyone who follows and helped me rebuild this blog. i love you awesome nerds.

tagging some moots below the cut!

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bex💜 happytwoyearsbex anniversary my friends

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anti-antidani

3 years ago

suckinf

A Horse walks into a bar . . .

. . . The Bartender sees such a vivid depth of despair and ennui in the Horse's eyes, like the Horse has stared into the abyss and found the infinite void of nothingness so deep that the Horse could no longer believe that he himself nor anyone nor anything else existed.

To say something exists requires knowledge of self, which requires knowledge of existence of the self, an obviously impossible leap of logic, absurd to even attempt to conceive or contemplate.

The Bartender, in that single instant within the Horse's mind, became the nothingness the Horse perceived, and thus was rendered speechless.

If neither the Horse, nor the Bartender, nor the bar itself can be said to exist, then why should he ask, how could he ask, "Why the long face?" The question can have no meaning, and that which has no meaning cannot be stated.

The Bartender, dumbstruck, not by realization of mortality but by fundamental doubt that he was ever alive, gazes into the endless depth of the Horse's eyes, and asks him, "Sir, I beg you say, do I exist?"

The Horse replies, "Neighhhh..."

cunt suckinf birch

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