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[eat-limes-bitches]

Nintendo

Roses are Red

            His Eyes are Blue

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Mood board for the  @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic Challenge! First one of many I hope!

[jobean12-blog]

Dark Desires

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 700

Summary: Now that he's finally found you he's never letting you go.

Author's Note: Another one for @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic's challenge! Thank you bunches to beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such an awesome challenge!💕 And thank you bunches to my beautiful Ali @flordeamatista for reading this over and supporting me always!💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰The moodboard is by me and the photo prompt I was given is the very top picture. I've also included it on its own at the bottom so you can get a good look!

Warnings: some angst and tension but he's soft (maybe soft!d-a-r-kish if you squint) and definitely s-e-x-y.

In the deep, dark of the woods, where the moon’s pale light struggles to pierce through the dense canopy of trees, there is a thick silence other than the rapid thumping of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears.

Your feet catch on fallen twigs and branches, your skin scraped and torn but you don’t stop running.

Unseen eyes watch from the shadows, a presence so powerful you can feel it in your bones.

You’re being hunted.

Instinct fuels your escape but it’s futile as the forest seems to shift around you, pathways twisting and turning in a disorienting dance.

As you stumble over the ground and fall to your knees you suck in a deep breath, the whisper of wind carrying strange murmurs in a language you don’t understand.

Suddenly, you feel a cool breath at your neck, your hairs standing on end and goosebumps shivering along your skin.

You turn with wide, fear filled eyes but there’s nothing but the darkness of the woods pressing ever closer.

You stand on shaky legs and step carefully toward a large tree, pressing your back to the thick bark and searching for the source of the palpable force.  

A tall and broad figure emerges from the shadows, it’s silhouette only something you’ve seen in books and as it moves closer, steps measured and deliberate, you can start to see the outline of huge wings.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will the image away, digging your fingertips into the tree.

The voice, when it speaks, is a whisper against the shell of your ear, powerful in it’s seduction and dangerous in it’s temptation.

 A slow and deeply satisfied smile frames sharp teeth and his breath quickens when he inhales at the soft skin of your neck.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My perfect Angel.”

Your eyes are still closed tightly as a single tear rolls down your cheek. He lifts his thumb to tenderly brush it away.

“Open your eyes,” he says softly.

Unable to resist you do as he says.

“There,” he says, holding his saccharine smile. “Was that so hard.”

Your lips tremble as you try to find the words to speak. His thumb, still pressed to your skin, moves lower, tracing the outline of your mouth until he lightly presses against it, parting your lips.

“Don’t be afraid,” he coos, spreading expansive wings the color of twilight until you’re surrounded only by his presence. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He tilts his head invitingly and holds your gaze, the horns that crown his head, twisting upward with artistic grace, glinting in the moonlight.

Your lips part further as something moves behind him, long and sinewy but before you can decipher what it is it disappears from sight.

“Wh…who are you?” you manage to ask as you finally let your eyes wander over the rest of his features.

He inches closer, his nearness creating a complex blend of emotions and sensations, blurring the lines between fear and desire in a way you could never have imagined.

His blue eyes are mesmerizing, their intensity both powerful and imposing but yet softened by an unyielding desire. Long but strong fingers continue to ghost over your face, his touch igniting a fire under your skin that spreads through your veins.

“James. You can call me James.”

You gasp out his name when you feel something slide along your calf. It’s touch is gentle despite the power you feel and as it explores the contours of your skin with reverent curiosity you become aware of what it is.

Each caress of his tail leaves a lingering trace of tingling sensations, awakening a trail of longing that seems to coil around your very being. He slides it between your breasts, lightly tracing the curve of your neck before he loosely wraps it around the delicate column.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

His dark hairs falls forward, brushing your cheek as his soft lips caress your ear and his voice, like velvet, whispers promises that sink deep into the recesses of your desires.

“Everything Angel. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @late-to-the-party-81 @sebstanwhore @lookiamtrying @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @justkinsey @kmc1989 @littleseasiren

[onceuponastory]

dangerous.

Plot: Alone and on her first proper mission with Bucky, Y/N tries to ignore the uneasy feeling in her gut. Because she's perfectly safe. Bucky is perfectly safe. ...Isn't he? Warnings: 18+ only please! No minors. This is a dark!Bucky fic. Mentions of death/murder, weapons (mainly guns), shooting, blood, injury and violence. Also Bucky Barnes because he's a warning in this. Notes: This is my piece for @pupandkisasaesthetics challenge, hosted by @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne. I got the pic of the forest I used in this moodboard as my inspo, but I'll also attach it at the end.

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Walking through the forest, Y/N looks around, checking for anything that seems wrong or out of place. The air is fresh, with a chill breeze blowing. And everything is silent, there’s not even a bird singing. Y/N shivers, wrapping her jacket closer around her. Honestly, it's pretty uneasy. She advances further into the undergrowth, keeping her wits about her as she hunts for the target that she and Bucky are tracking. Her steps are as quiet as possible, and calculated. Even though this is her first proper mission, and she’s feeling incredibly out of her depth, she knows Bucky trusts her to do a good job. After all, it’s why he chose her for this mission.

Although… being here with Bucky still feels crazy. Or at least, there's something odd about it, a feeling deep in her gut that she can’t shift, no matter how much she tries to reassure herself that everything is fine. Because she just can’t understand why Bucky, of all people, wants her here. Usually, he barely says a word to her. In fact, she can count the number of missions she’s been with him for on one hand. Or rather, one finger. And that was with the others, part of an enormous group. She’s never spent any one on one time with Bucky before today. But this time, he insisted that she accompany him on the mission, over more experienced people like Steve, Sam, and Natasha. Somehow, he wants her. And she doesn’t know why.

Yet, she won’t deny herself time spent with the handsome super soldier. She’s wanted to get to know him for a while, and although tracking a criminal is a pretty unorthodox way to get closer to one another, at least now she has a chance. That is, if she can find him again. He told her they should split up and reconvene, and although she would rather not be alone whilst tracking an incredibly dangerous criminal, Bucky has years more experience than she does, so what he says goes.

But even then, she can’t deny how uneasy she feels about this whole situation. She tries to bury the feeling, putting it down to first time nerves. She’s safe, she knows she is. She’s an Avenger for god’s sake, and she’s out here with one of the most experienced ones on the team. She’s perfectly safe. But even then, the feeling still won’t go away.

Y/N moves further into the woods, keeping an ear out for anybody or anything around her. The forest surrounding her is silent, but she knows the enemy could be hiding everywhere. Step. Another step. All she can register is the increase in her heartbeat. 

Suddenly, a twig snaps from behind her, the sound almost making her jump. Quickly, she scrambles to her side, trying to grab her weapon. But before she can, something strikes her in the leg. Crying out in pain, she falls to the ground. As footsteps approach, she turns, kicking her good leg out wildly to strike her assailant. When another cry of pain fills the air, rather than relief, Y/N’s blood chills. Because she immediately recognises who it belongs to.

“Bucky?” He stares down at her, his gun pointed right at her forehead. 

“Funny how we should end up like this, huh?” He smirks.

“What the hell are you doing?” She pants. “We’re supposed to be looking for the enemy!” But Bucky doesn’t move, or react to the blood beginning to flow from her leg. Her mind races, adrenaline pulsing through her. “Did he shoot me? No… he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t.”

“You still don’t get it, do you? There is no enemy, doll. It’s just us out here.” Her brow furrows, and her mouth drops open in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Steve said there was someone hiding out here, remember?” She tries to scramble up, but the pain in her leg stops her. She bites down hard on her tongue, crying out as the white hot pain sears through her. She expects Bucky to help her up, or to at least call for a medic. But he just stands there, watching her. The uneasy feeling in her gut returns, this time stronger than ever. So intense it could consume her. Every fibre of her being, every piece of training she had, is telling her that this situation isn’t safe, that Bucky isn’t safe, and to get away as quickly as she can. But she still can’t will herself to move, or believe that the man in front of her is anything but safe. 

Even when he’s pointing a gun at her.

“Steve? Oh, that geriatric idiot would believe anything I told him, especially when I said I needed you to come with me.” He scoffs, and she laughs in disbelief, thinking this is some kind of sick joke. When Bucky still doesn’t move, her survival instinct kicks in. Get away. Fight him. She tries to move, but he lifts his foot, pressing his boot down on her injured leg. She cries out in pain, but he presses down harder, only intensifying her screams. “Shut up.” He hisses.

“Get off of me!” She orders, trying to kick him again, using every inch of her training. But he only presses down even more. “Bucky, stop it, please.” She begs, tears streaming down her cheeks as she racks her brain for something, anything she could’ve done to justify this, being shot by her partner on a mission. “Whatever I did or m-may have done, I’m sorry, okay!” 

“I said, shut up.” Thankfully, he lifts his foot slightly, and Y/N pants, feeling her leg burning. She grasps at her leg, trying to stem the blood in any way she can and save herself. “That’s not going to help you, Y/N. I told you, there is nobody else out here.” He repeats. “Just me and you.”

Back when she was first in training to become an Avenger, Y/N was taught how to defend herself, and reminded how much danger she was putting herself in, and how common death is in this line of work. It was probably supposed to scare her away, but instead she saw it as a challenge, spurring her on to save the world. But she always thought it would be supervillains and megalomaniacs she’d face. She never thought she’d die like this, at the hands of a fellow Avenger, by Bucky Barnes of all people.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” she whimpers. Bucky shrugs, keeping the gun pointed right at her. “A-Are you….”

“The Winter Soldier? No.” He smirks. “I haven’t been that for a long time. But, when you go through something like that, and are around death for so long… it stays with you, you know?” He muses, looking down at the weapon in his hands. “They’ve tried to take it out of me, their programming… but it didn’t work. And after a while, I thought, why try and hide it, or be ashamed? Why not embrace it? Be the monster they trained me to be. So here we are.” He chuckles. “Just us, all alone. And what a perfect sacrificial lamb you are.” He grins, a sick grin that strikes fear into her heart. He planned this whole thing. She had hoped he wanted to be her friend, but he just brought her out here to die.

“Bucky, please.” She begs, her body trembling. Whether with fear or because of the gaping wound in her leg, she doesn’t know. But she does know this is her last chance for survival. “I promise you I won’t say anything to anyone. I'll just say I got shot by the enemy. Just let me go, please.” But he still stands there, staring at her. 

“Oh, I'll tell them you got shot by the enemy, alright." He smirks, the casual nature of his tone when discussing her impending murder frightening her even more. "But I’m sorry, doll, I just can’t take the risk of letting you go.” 

“Please Bucky. I don’t want to die.” She continues to beg, screaming and crying out for her life, for a chance to make things right. But Bucky ignores her, and he aims the gun at her once more. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell them you went out heroically, and you put up a good fight, but it just wasn’t enough. Sadly, there really was nothing I could do.”

And then, he pulls the trigger, and a shot rings out in the air. And silence falls once more.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[pupandkisasaesthetics]

𝘱𝘶𝘱 & 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦

Pup & Kisa’s challenge, run by @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne, will be live for the whole of August (from the 1st to the 31st)! It’s all about having fun with picture prompts – what you create can vary from a moodboard, to a drabble, to a oneshot, to a multi-chapter fic!

There will be an assortment of pictures to prompt you with ranging from fluffy aesthetics, to dark aesthetics. On the sign up form there will be an option for you to opt in on the heavier sections such as dark, whump, and smut.

Rules, details, and how to join are all below the cut!

How to works:

Follow this blog to see all the beautiful creations others come up with!

To enter, please fill in the Google form with your details, and we will get back to you with your picture prompt. We determine who gets what prompt by spinning a randomised wheel.

You will recieve your picture prompt via Discord.

Come up with your creation and remember to tag @pupandkisasaesthetics so we can see it!

If you complete one prompt and want another, just submit another entry in the form!

If you receive your prompt and are not happy with what you receive, you can have one free go at spinning the wheel again.

If you have any questions please contact @sgt-seabass or @rookthorne.

To partake, please keep the following in mind in regards to rules of participation:

We’re both primarily Sebastian Stan girlies, so we’d prefer works for his characters. But we’d also be open to others if your muse goes that way.

There is no minimum or maximum word count – if your fic is over 300 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature on your post.

Your creation can be part of a current existing story/AU/idea, or it can be entirely new.

No beastiality in any shape or form (if a monster cannot express consent, it is beastiality).

No scat play is to be featured or part of the creation.

No underage relations whether it be romantic or sexual (underage characters can be present and feature, just not within the realm of romantic or sexual).

No rpf (real person fiction).

There is to be no kinkshaming or bashing within the community/your work.

The mods have the right to not read or interact with creations that do not follow these rules.

For us to reblog/feature your work on our blog/challenge masterlists, please keep in mind the following:

TAG @pupandkisasaesthetics on tumblr.

Make sure you tag your work correctly – use trigger warnings that apply and have them listed at the top of your work (format is entirely up to you, just have them visible before the start of the fic).

You do not have to create a masterlist/masterpost for this event, but if you do, make sure to tag us in it so it can be added to the directory.

We look forward to seeing what you create!

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Title ⊳ Spellbound

Fandom ⊳ Marvel, The Covenant

Rating ⊳ E

Pairing ⊳ Dark!Witch!Bucky Barnes/Incubus!Chase Collins

Warnings ⊳ None

Word Count ⊳ 2K

Summary ⊳ While foraging through the woods in search of the missing ingredient for a spell, Bucky stumbles upon a strange and mysterious ritual being performed by a group of cloaked figures. As he watches from a distance, the group suddenly disperses, leaving just one person behind - a young man named Chase.

Tags ⊳ Dark Magic AU, Crack Crossover Pairing, Not Canon, Dark Fic, Secret Relationship, Mentions of Dubious Spell craft, Age Difference, Explicit Content

Prompt ⊳ This is for the @pupandkisasaesthetics 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 so much love to @rookthorne & @sgt-seabass for hosting such a fun event. My prompt image is a part of the mood board and also below for your viewing pleasure 🖤

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 @buckybarnesevents - “Free Week ‘S - Secrets”

Also, created for:

@julybreakbingo | Alt: Failing to Tame the Beast & I - 2 Barebacking // Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo fill: G - 4 AU - Dark Fantasy // @anyfandomdarkbingo fill: I - 5 Love Potion/Spell @anyfandomgoesbingo O - 1 Outdoors Sex

@sebastianstanbingo fill: N - 3 (free space) Chase Collins

Author's Note ⊳ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | Masterlist | AO3

[rookthorne]

so, if time cooperates with me, y'all will be getting Pornstar!Bucky at the end of the month as part of my challenge with @sgt-seabass, @pupandkisasaesthetics!

[jobean12-blog]

Sunshine in the Dark

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 803

Summary: You share a recent dream with Bucky and he makes it come true.

Author's Note: This is another entry for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetics challenge! Thank you to the beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting! HUGS and LOVE! 💕The picture I got is posted below. I know it's a bright a colorful picture but when I saw it this is where my brain went. I also love this pairing because it's not the usual love story. And you can interpret what he gives her at the break in the story any way you want- could just be cuddles, could be much more intimate...anything you like from him. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 **Dream description is in italics**

Warnings: it's really soft and sweet with a tinge of sad but it's a happy ending!

PS: this is how I picture my soft werewolf!Bucky in human form. Just beautiful and beefy and that hair and the beard and YUM!

“Tell me what it is that has you smiling like that doll.”

You walk into his open arms, tucking yourself against his chest and resting your cheek to his bare skin.

“I had the most wonderful dream,” you sigh, your smile fading.

“A dream,” he muses. “Tell me about it.”

After you remain silent for some time he strokes your back, gently coaxing you with every brush of his fingers.

“The sky stretched for miles in a brilliant expanse of cerulean blue, devoid of clouds. And the sun…it was dazzling, blessing everything in it’s path with it’s radiant warmth. My skin was glowing as I soaked it in and a soft breeze caressed it just enough to keep me cool…”

Bucky looks down at you, grasping your chin between his long fingers as he tilts your face up to meet his eyes. His brow is drawn in as his thumb sweeps across the outline of your lips.

“And?” he whispers.

“And the sun’s golden rays danced across the water, turning it into a dazzling stretch of blue and green where each gentle ripple was transformed into a glimmering ribbon of light that sparkled and swayed.”

A single red tear rolls down your cheek.

His thumb catches it and he brushes it away, resting his forehead to yours.

“You miss it,” he states sadly.

“So much.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, moving to the other side to do the same before capturing your lips.

“If I could bring this dream to life, I would,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I know,” you answer, ghosting your mouth along his jaw and nipping lightly with your fangs.

Your lips continue to his ear, pressing a kiss just below before you run your nose down his neck with an inhale and rest your head to his shoulder.

“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Anything to have you smiling again doll.”

You fingers graze his forearm, the corded muscles flexing under your touch, then teasingly glide them higher until you reach his collarbone.

When you look up into his eyes, blue like the water you dreamed of, his lips twitch with a smirk and you feel the shift begin, soft fur growing beneath your fingertips. 

“As you wish,” he says, his voice already more of a growl.

The wind rushes past you, your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The air is rich with the scent of damp soil and pine and the light of moon filters through the entwined branches above, casting flittering shadows across the ground.

Suddenly, the forest opens up into a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Bucky slows down to a graceful trot, his ears perky and alert. Your breath catches at the sight before you.

“Bucky,” you whisper, slipping from his body but still holding tightly to his dark fur with one hand.

He stills and nudges you forward with his cold nose, staring at the cave entrance. You nod and move toward it, cocking your head when you hear a familiar sound.

You move slowly, taking in every noise and smell with your heightened senses. Bucky’s claws scrape quietly along the rocky floor, echoing off the walls as he follows closely behind and when you reach your destination, you stop dead in your tracks.

The scene is a symphony of darkness and light that unfolds beneath the soft glow of flickering candles and the light of the moon. There in the shadows the pool reveals itself, it’s water shimmering under the illumination of the countless candles surrounding it and an opening in the cave’s ceiling that allows the moon’s glow to infiltrate and bathe it all in a silvery glow.

The light flashes and glitters on the water’s surface, a mirror of liquid moonlight, moving with graceful fluidity. Every ripple becomes a cascade of sparkling diamonds, capturing the moonlight and transforming it into a thousand fleeting stars and each time a soft breeze floats on the air the candlelight falters, casting intricate patterns along the walls of the cave.

You whisper his name again, your voice breaking with emotion.

Then you hear him start to shift behind you, his bones realigning and fur receding. When you turn to look at him his muscles are still rippling under his skin, adjusting to his human form.

He strides toward you, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he bends to scoop you into his arms.

Your lips tremble as they brush his softly. “Thank you.”

He smiles against your lips and walks into the water, cradling you against his chest until you’re submerged up to your chin.

“You’ve given me everything,” you whisper, unwrapping yourself from his arms and spreading yourself out to float above the surface of the water.

“You are everything,” he murmurs.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @sebstanwhore @kmc1989 @littleseasiren @buckysdollforlife @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwidownat2814

[jobean12-blog]

Fallen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Werewolf AU)

Word Count: 689

Summary: Nothing will keep you from the love of your life, not your father's blade and certaintly not a seemingly irreversible curse.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing this AU and although it's short I really enjoyed it and hope to revisit! This is for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetic challenge! Thank you bunches to @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such a cool challange! 💕💕The prompt I was given is shown below. I know it gives a Viking vibe but I figured it would work as them hunting the werewolf- that's where my brain went! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰 I made a moodboard but it STINKS bc I just can't do it, I'm no good at it, but I included it at the bottom just because I wanted you to see some stuff I had in mind LOL 😆

Warnings: some angst during a chase, small mention of i-n-ju-r-y and b-lo-o-d, softness too!

Your fingers dig deep into thick fur as the powerful muscles beneath propel you forward at a pace that has the wind whipping around you and chilling you to the bone.

The forest is dark except for the ethereal glow of the moon as you race through the shadows, clinging to him and silently urging him on through every labored breath.

The flight is born out of necessity, the distant sound of clashing weapons and battle cries echoing through the trees, a constant reminder that danger is still close.

As the terrain changes and becomes more uneven you tighten your grip but your fingers slip through fur matted with blood. Darkness closes in around you, the trees growing denser and forming an almost protective barrier as you weave about the trunks.

You can feel his heart pound in rhythm with yours, his muscles strained and taut with tension. You whisper to him, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night and with renewed strength he surges forward, carrying you closer to safety.

Just when it seems he can go no further, a clearing emerges ahead, your sanctuary. He surges forward with one last determined stride and collapses on the stone pathway.

The small cottage seems to have sprung from the very fabric of the woods, the weathered stones surrounded by overgrown moss and vegetation, blending in seamlessly within the trees.

You slide from his body, hot tears streaming down your face as you run your hands over his large body. The wound on his hind leg is deep, the dark red blood still seeping out.

“James,” you cry. “Please.”

Bright blue eyes meet yours and he whimpers before nuzzling his nose under your hand.

“Please,” you beg.

He heaves himself from the ground and limps toward the doorway. You rush forward and open it, helping him inside before he collapses again, unmoving other than the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

It’s late into the night when you finally get the bleeding to stop, his wound cleaned and covered. Your hands are stained red but your tears have dried as exhaustion takes over and you lay your head against his fur.

Sleep comes quickly but it’s fitful, plagued by the nightmares of what’s hunting you. When you awake you’re curled up between four legs, your body cocooned and warm in his soft fur.

You stretch your aching muscles and sit up to check on his leg.

“You haven’t changed back,” you say quietly.

“You were shivering in the night,” he answers as his tail settles on your lap, keeping you warm still.

You burrow closer to him and scratch behind his ears.

“Thank you.”

It’s just a whisper, barely audible to human ears.

His body starts to shift, the long back fur receding and bones realigning. Muscles ripple under skin, adjusting to their new form and sharp claws retract, leaving behind long human fingers.

With a trembling hand James reaches out, his blue eyes still holding something wild and feral, but when his skin brushes yours, tender and vulnerable, you fall into his embrace and feel him sag under your acceptance.

“We cannot stay here,” he murmurs. “Your father will never stop hunting me.”

You lift your hand, cradling his cheek, the skin underneath still lined with a shadow of hair, and brush your finger over his lips.

“Then I will never stop running,” you tell him as you lean closer.

His dark hair falls in front of his face and your fingers trace his jaw before you tuck it back behind his ear. He runs his nose along your skin with a deep inhale, down your throat and back up again until he finds your lips, a satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.

“You would leave it all behind?”

His question is gentle, a gasp against your lips as he wraps his large hand around your waist and pulls you closer.

“There is nothing for me there…not without you.”

Your name falls from his parted lips, leaving nothing but the breath between you and when his lips press to yours he consumes you, body and soul.

@book-dragon-13 @goldylions @sebstanwhore @hiddles-rose @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @justkinsey @kmc1989 @lookiamtrying @randomfandompenguin @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥

Title ⊳ The Taming Of a Mongrel

Fandom ⊳ Marvel, Captain America, Fresh (2022)

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Pairing ⊳ Steve Kemp/Winter Soldier

Warnings ⊳ Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Word Count ⊳ 4k

Summary ⊳

Tags ⊳ Alternate Universe, Crack Crossover, Explicit Content, Dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Whump, Master/Pet, Pet Play, Toys, Discipline, Humiliation, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Bladder Control, Degradation, Forced Rule Breaking, Submission, Pain Kink, Fluff, Punishment, Bathing/Washing, Grooming, Fear, Attack dog, Possessive Steve Kemp, Protective Winter Soldier, The Muzzle Stays On, Just really fucked up alright, Overall Steve Kemp Warning, Leashes, Aftercare

Prompt ⊳ 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 @buckybarnesevents - “Who's my___?" Good Pup

Also, created for:

@pupandkisasaesthetics 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

My prompt image inspired one of the yummy scenes in my fic and is below for your viewing pleasure 🖤

Author's Note ⊳ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | Masterlist | AO3

I wrote this for @sgt-seabass as a belated present and so yeah 🫶🏼 I loafs you!