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day 663

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October 1, 2023

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can somebody direct me to some awsten knight fluff/smut/fics pretty plz 🤞🏻🤞🏻

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The Boy is Yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: You’re in the mood to play with your baby boy. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+,  light dom!reader sub!bucky dynamic (I don’t have a PhD on it, just write what I think it’s hot), oral (fem. receiving), anal play (male receiving), praising, masturbation, graphic descriptions.

A/N: No plot. Just smut. Read the warnings, please. Don’t read it if you’re searching for deep character development and all of that, apparently smut is the only thing I’m capable of writing at the moment. Thank you @nomadicpixel and @lesqui for the great help, you’re amazing!

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You leaned on the bathroom’s doorframe while you gazed at the sculpted, naked back of your boyfriend. He wore nothing except for a white towel hanging on his waist, due the recent shower, you both having recently arrived to your shared apartment from a party in the Tower. Your teeth worried your lower lip as you ogled the flexing muscles shifting with his movements while he brushed his teeth by the sink. Your eyes followed the droplets of water falling from his brown long locks, trailing down his skin.

Oh, you were in the mood to play.

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Best Gift Ever - an “It’s a Deal” one-shot

Summary: It’s almost time for your first Christmas with Bucky and he really wants you to open his present for you early.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: one-shot part of a complete series’ universe, smut, 18+, masturbation, use of sex toy, dirty talk, praise kink, the characters celebrate Christmas.

A/N: I miss these two too much, so here’s our first one-shot to see what they’re up to these days… and what they’re up to is a surprise to absolutely no one who knows them, lol. You can read it as a stand-alone story, but this is part of the universe of a series of mine (It’s a Deal). I have no words that can thank @callmeluna​, @addikted-2-dopamine​, @gogolucky13​ and @whisperlullaby​ enough for jumping right in to help me when I asked. You all rock. 

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Even with your still half-asleep brain, it is hard to not let the lazy smile curl your lips when you feel the light scratch of his beard brushing your neck before the softness of his mouth touches your cheek. You hum in satisfaction.

“Bucky…” you breathe, stirring as you lay on your stomach, still incapable of opening your eyes at this ungodly hour.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I just wanted to say goodbye, didn’t mean to wake you.”

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I’m sorry but Bruce Wayne and Harleen quinzel being in the same med school and they’re friends but no one (not even themselves) are sure how they get along

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Red Lights

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: public sex, dirty talk, pet names

The club was too loud for Bucky’s liking.

Too smoky, too crowded. Too much. He needed a distraction. So he lit a cigarette and stood back against the wall, surveying the place like there was a nearby threat.

And then he saw you.

Red lights illuminated your body, your features. The curve-hugging black dress you wore. His eyes traveled to your feet. Sky-high stilettos. Toned legs. It was clear you worked out. But he knew that. He woke up at 6 AM every morning, mostly to watch you.

It was like an obsession. Damn close enough. He was entranced by you. The way your body moved to the ridiculously loud beat. The man behind you, hands on your hips. His, he thought to himself. You were his. No...you weren’t. But he’d change that tonight.

He waited.

Just outside the restrooms. Patiently. He knew you’d show soon. And as soon as the door opened, your heart stopped in your chest. “Bucky,” you whispered and he was on you in an instant. Hands traveling up your dress. Back pressed against the wall. Lips on your neck.

“It feel good?,” he asked and you looked at him, confused. He chuckled darkly. “His hands on you, Kitten. It feel good to you? Or do mine feel better?” Hands. One warm, one cool on your thighs. Dangerously close. Your breath hitched. He had you.

And he knew it.

“Needy girl,” he whispered, tongue darting out, licking his lips before pressing them against yours. He tasted like whisky and menthols. It made your knees buckle. “Hmm...don’t need these,” he hummed just as he ripped your panties from you and tucked them into his pocket.

“She wet?,” he teased, hands still on your thighs and you nodded, making him chuckle again. “Bet you are. Did he do that? Or me?” Your knees shook, breath ragged. “You, Bucky. It’s all you.” He smirked, leaning in to nip at your lip. “That’s what I thought. Every morning, huh? Know I can smell you, don’t you?”

“Know it, know I want you. You’ve just been waiting, haven’t you? Waiting for me to fuck your pretty little brains out, aren’t you? Come in, little tank top. Tight leggings showing off that perfect,” Slap. “Ass.” Slap. “So dirty for me, little girl.”

You heard the belt. The zipper. God, you wanted it. Needed it. “On your knees,” he whispered against your lips. “You gotta earn it, sweetheart.” You didn’t argue, didn’t care about getting caught. Your mind was hazy. The ache between your legs was too strong. You needed relief.

So you got on your knees for him.

“Good girl,” he praised, eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your lips around him. Big, thick. Long. Almost too much. But you were desperate to impress him. To earn it from him. He grabbed the back of your head and fucked your mouth. Drawing it out, making you choke. Mascara running. “Sinful,” he breathed, looking down at you.

“On your feet.”

He had your dress up around your waist. Legs around him, back pounding against the wall. Deep, hard. He wasted no time. He wanted a release and he knew you did, too. Loud moans and grunts. His teeth digging into your shoulder. Biting down, marking you up for everyone to see. He didn’t give a damn.

“Perfect. Taking me so well, aren’t you? Hmm? So good for me, aren’t you? Such a good little girl for me.”

He took his time. Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Head resting on your shoulder. Moaning, growling. Feral. “Feel good? Hmm? So wet for me. So, so warm and wet. Feels like heaven, baby girl. Gonna make me come so fuckin’ hard, aren’t ya? Gonna make me explode.”

He licked his lips, fingers digging into your ass. “Take you home, yeah? Spread you out. Nice and wide. Fuck you over and over. Make up for lost time. Fuck you all night, baby,” he growled. Deeper. Impossibly deep. Impossibly hard. Making you nearly scream at the sensation. The utter pleasure.

“Gonna bend you over. Have you every way. Pussy, ass. Maybe fuck that mouth again? Use mine, too. Would you like that?,” he asked and you nodded. No words would come anymore. “Yeah? My lips and tongue all over you? Bet you taste so sweet, don’t you? Yeah. Gonna make you come like that, too.”

He was close. He was whimpering. Thrusts unsteady. Stuttering. Even deeper. Even harder. You were so close you could taste it. Clenching. Throbbing. Quivering. Legs shaking. He chuckled deeply, making you shiver. Low in his chest. “Gonna come?,” he asked and you nodded.

“Me, too,” he panted. “Gonna fill you up. Watch my come drip from you. Fuck, baby!” He growled loudly, hips stopping, burying deep as he came. You followed right behind. He moaned your name, holding you still for a few moments. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but laugh.

He sat you down, adjusted your dress, his pants and held out a hand. “Let’s get outta here, sweetheart. We got things to do.”

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Chris Evans in Scott Pilgrim vs. the World’s table read reunion

+bonus😘

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CHRIS EVANS in Defending Jacob (2020)

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❝scars❞

summary ─ “jamie,” you whispered, and bucky─ he sobbed quietly at first. His chin was trembling slightly, eyes were now red and his nose was tingling. “oh, jamie,” you murmured as you ran your hair on his face gently, so gently.

pairing ─ roommate!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, angst, mentions of nightmares and scars, mirror sex, body worship, sarge kink, oral sex, bucky fucks like an animal, also my fav position like holy shit skdfjskjfs

a/n ─ this… IS LONG and shouldn’t have had angst in it but well *shrugs* hope you like it!! seven days late, but better late than never right? please leave a comment if you like it! thank you <333

KINKTOBER DAY ELEVEN: roommate!bucky + body worship + mirror sex + daddy sarge kink

When you came home after a very tiring school day, you found Bucky lounging on the couch and flipping through the channels.

He looked sick, pale; his mid-length hair sticking to his face, t-shirt was sweat soaked, his sweatpants had stains on them and his face. God, his face looked haunted. The purple-ish dark circles under his eyes were deeper and more prominent now; they had a haunted, wounded look in them. His lips looked bitten harshly; they were very red and swollen, and bleeding just a little. His cheekbones were more visible than a week ago. It looked like he lost a lot of weight in the span of two days.

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when i’m moving on - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where despite your engagement to King Steve, your bond with his brother is too strong to be ignored.

Warnings:  Smut, dirty talk, royal au, kind of cheating, it depends on what’s your view on arranged medieval weddings, oral (f), masturbation (f), overstimulation, crying during sex, pleasing kink, cum eating, teasing, this one isn’t focused on the social construct of virginity, unprotected sex, reader isn’t as innocent in this one, cumplay?, slight daddy kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, Bucky can cum A LOT, swear words, kinda breeding kink?, Pregnancy talk at least, conversation about partner’s lovers

A/N: This is sort of a part 2 to this fic, an AU of an AU, if you will. In this one, you lose your virginity to Bucky the night before of your wedding, meaning, the night before of the first fic.

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put it all on me - steve rogers smut

The one where, after Steve fucks you in a bar, he takes you back to his room.

Warnings: Cum eating, oral sex (f), A LOT OF dirty talk, light degradation?, I don’t think so, but just to be sure, it’s just ‘cause Steve likes to tease the reader for her sexual desires, captain kink, talks of threesome, smut, p in v, doggy, face down, ass up, plot twist, poly!Steve, really dominant!Steve

A/N: in theory, this is supposed to be a part ii to this fic, hence the same title. But it’s easily read as a one-shot, so if you don’t want to read that little drabble, just carry on.

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Put it all on me - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve fucks you in a bar’s bathroom.

Warnings: smut, p in v, spitting kink, mirror sex, curse words, very little dirty talk.

A/N: This is just a short drabble to fulfill the prompts for THE LAST DAY of kinktober: spitting kink + mirror sex. Yes, I’m saying the last day because I decided to exchange the prompts for today for those I originally scheduled for tomorrow, because I have a very special surprise planned for yall! Let’s just say… my last fic of kinktober will actually be multi-chapter fic! It’s already completed and it uses the prompts and characters that I planned for day 30 (and a hell of a lot of other kinks) so I figured, what better way to end this month? Thank you guys for sticking with me despite the many lows of october, you’re the best!

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‪pro-whatever the fuck women wanna do with their bodies ‬

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kids of color, you’re allowed to get a bitey when a white friend does something racist. literally 0 percent of people of color are obligated to be nice and palatable for white people. holding your tongue in the name of kindness doesn’t really do much in regards to stuff like this because white people are going to see you calling out their own racism as unkind anyways. white people, if a person of color comes off as aggressive while calling you out for racism, just fucking listen to them. they’re not coming from nowhere, and believe it or not: they know more about racism than you do! shocker, i know. just thickskin it, because it’s really not about you.