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Call me cringe but I have an idea for a Bucky x Reader time travel fic (excerpt below the cut). I just can't decide if it should be multi-chapter or a long one shot

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I will never be convinced that Bucky Barnes does not have the filthiest mouth on him.

He tries to be good, tries to be sweet and nice, but the way you ride him just pulls it out of him. You're so fucking sexy as you bounce on his cock, tits shoved in his face so he can leave bite marks all over them, the crescent shape of his teeth marring your skin in the best way. He tries to be gentle with his praise but can't help the way "ah, fuck, yes, such a good little whore for me. You like riding my dick? Huh? Lemme hear it, doll." slips out of his mouth. You gasp, his words going straight to your already soaked cunt. Bucky grips you tighter and his fingers dig into your hips deliciously. "Yeah, just like that, fuck. God you're so fucking wet..." He shushes you when you let out a low whine. "Shh, need you to be good for me, doll. Lemme listen to how fucking wet this pussy is." Bucky growls. "My pussy. All mine. You belong to me, got it?"

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Congressman Bucky who memorizes your coffee order because he sees you walk in with the same to go cup from the same coffee place every morning.

Congressman Bucky who starts getting your coffee himself, sitting it on your desk every morning even though it should definitely be the other way around.

Congressman Bucky who slowly starts adding flowers and other little gifts- anonymously of course because he's technically your boss and he doesn't want to make it too weird and obvious that he's a grown man with a crush of all things

But he can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your laugh, the predictability of you. You give him a sense of normalcy and safety and he wants to show you how much he appreciates it

Congressman Bucky who knows you deserve better, deserve to be pampered and worshipped, but can't stop fantasizing about bending you over your desk and fucking into you slow and deep

His cock twitches in his pants as he pictures it, imagines the little moans and whimpers you'd make as his fingers toy with your pretty nipples

He wants to sink his teeth in your neck as your cunt clenches around him, wants to leave you marked and bruised

Bucky, he wants you so bad

Wants your thighs wrapped around his head as he buries his face in your pussy, drinking you up while his mind spins out of control

He imagines the taste of you, sweet and addictive on his tongue

One day he'll have you, he knows he will, but he doesn't know how much longer he can wait

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Thunder Bringer

I haven't decided if I'll make this a multi part thing or just leave it as is but I couldn't get this specific scene out of my head. Enjoy!

You just want to take your son to the park, but the weather has other ideas

Thor Odinson x Reader

It's been a rainy, grey, awful afternoon. The morning started out beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky or in the forecast. So you made a plan to take your son to the park after his nap, but as soon as you got there... a downpour of epic proportions.

"Mama?" His little eyes peer up at you through his choppy bangs (you never claimed to be a world-class hair stylist, just a mom on a single income doing her best). "Lunch?"

He had refused the pb&j you'd made at home, but you're desperate to salvage the ruined trip to the park and you're also pretty sure you have some cash on you, so...

"Sure, baby, we can get lunch."

"Alright!" He claps his hands together and giggles like he's won the lottery. He looks around before pointing a chubby finger at a small diner a little ways down the road. "There, Mama?"

"Yeah, we can go there."

The walk is brief, but your son fills the time with his endless chatter. You don't mind it. Hearing his little voice is soothing in a way you never quite expected. Being a mom was never high on your list of priorities, but then he was here, and every moment became about how to give him the best life. You thought you knew what devotion was before. You didn't know anything.

"Oh!" Your son jumps when there's an extra loud crack of thunder as the two of you walk in the diner. "Loud thunder!"

"Hey, do you know who makes thunder?"

He shakes his head as you direct him to a booth, sliding all the way up against the wall. "Who?"

"Thor!"

You watch the way his face lights up at the mention of his favorite Avenger. The two of you have had this exact conversation millions of times, but he likes having it. He likes showing off how much he knows about Thor.

"Thor has hammer!" He balls up his fist and makes a large swinging motion, hitting a stack of napkins. "He makes rain."

"Yep, he does, good job. Do you remember his dad's name?"

He pretends to think, tapping his chin with his pointer finger. "Mmm... Odin!"

"What about his mom's name?"

Before your son even has a chance to answer, a voice as loud and booming as the thunder outside interrupts.

"I think I am much more interested in the name of this handsome lad's mother."

You don't want to look up, embarrassment flooding your body. You know who it is. Everyone in the diner knows who it is. Your son especially knows who it is. He's up and trying to scramble over the top of the booth to get to Thor before you can so much as blink.

"Thor! Hi!" He's trying to climb up the god's torso, clinging each muscle like a squirrel shimmying up an oak tree.

If you were embarrassed before you're absolutely mortified now.

You grab your son's waist and yank him back down into the booth. He won't sit. He's too excited. The fight wouldn't even be worth it. You would lose and everyone would just look at you and shake their head as if one bad moment defines all of your parenting.

"Hey, no, we don't act like this when we're meeting new people." You do your best to calm your son but it's futile. You don't even think he remembers you exist. He only has eyes for Thor... who keeps sneaking glances at you.

Your eyes accidentally meet and Thor inclines his head to the opposite side of the booth. "May I sit..."

It takes you entirely too long to realize he's asking for your name. You manage to introduce yourself and your son with only slight stuttering. Thor smiles a bright, doting smile as he repeats your names.

"What brings such a lovely mother and her son to this diner?"

"Oh, well, we were supposed to be at the park, but then..." you gesture vaguely to the weather outside.

Thor grins sheepishly, the rain slacking off to a gentle patter. Clouds part just enough for a bit of sun to peek through. "My apologies."

Your son watches the weather in complete wonder, eyes darting from the window to Thor several times. He starts babbling excitedly to the god and Thor does his best to keep up. You have to interrupt their conversation here and there with toddler translations, but the attention he showers your son with is impressive. Even you struggle to be that doting and attentive at times.

Lunch passes in a charmed haze. Thor is so kind, and funny, and he's so good to your son. You were never one for celebrity crushes... but maybe this is one worth having.

Thor glances at your phone as it lights up with a text. "Is it really that late?"

"Huh? Oh." You look at the time. Shit. It is late. You've been here for far too long. "Oh no, we should be getting back home. Your dad will be upset if we're late."

You're so focused on cleaning up your son that you miss the way Thor's eyes darken. You can hear the thunder coming back though, and your head snaps up to look outside.

"This you, big guy?" You tease Thor playfully, expecting a smile back.

It comes.

Eventually.

"Not this time. This is all Mother Nature. Please, allow me to walk you to your car."

"Oh, we didn't drive. We walked. Our apartment isn't very far from here."

"Then allow me to escort you home."

Warning bells go off in your head. If your ex sees you with Thor...

"No, that's alright, thanks."

"Please-"

"I can't." You aren't trying to be rude by cutting him off, but the familiar fear is creeping in. "I'm sorry."

Thor appraises you and you can tell he knows something is off. "Then have my cell phone number. I would like you to have it in case you run into trouble."

That should be fine. It's just a number. Nothing else. "Okay. Yeah."

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Feeling very sad and pathetic today. I keep trying to write but the words won't come, my kids are needing extra love, and I can't seem to properly communicate with my husband for the life of me. Everything is coming out wrong

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The new theme is amaaaaazing!!!! Always a sucker for yellows/golds!!!

Thank you! I thought it was time for an update

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18+ predator/prey vibes with some name calling and degradation if you squint. Kinda cnc-ish? everything is consensual

It was your idea to do this. You’re the one who suggested it in some misguided attempt at… well, you’re really not sure. All you know is Bucky just looked so big and so strong earlier this week it made you feel insatiably horny.

“Come on out, sweetheart,” Bucky calls from the shadows of the training room. “You’re the one who wanted to play. Let’s play.”

You’re crouched down behind a stack of floor mats towards the back of the room, hands covering your mouth in the hope Bucky can’t hear you breathe. It’s ultimately useless. He can hear the thrum of the blood pumping in your veins, the quick and uneven beat of your heart. Hell, he can smell you even. Smell how wet and ready you are.

“I know you’re in here.” His voice comes out in a low growl. “Might as well make it easy on yourself and come out now. Maybe I’ll be nice and let you cum before I bend you over and take what I want.”

Part of you wants to peek over the mats and see exactly where Bucky is, but you can’t risk it. He’ll spot you in a second. Long before your eyes ever find him. So instead you track the heavy thunk of his combat boots as he walks around the room. You know he’s toying with you. And you can’t deny the way it sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Suddenly the sound of his footsteps are gone. The room falls eerily silent.

You’re about to sneak a look anyway, consequences be damned, when you see a flash of silver out of the corner of your eye. Bucky’s metal hand grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. His lips ghost across your ear.

“Found you, sweetheart.”

There’s a hungry look in his eyes when you finally meet his gaze. The blue of his eyes is all but swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

“I’ll give it to you, though. You lasted longer than I thought you would.” Bucky trails his lips over the pulse point in your neck making you shiver. “But you should’ve taken advantage of when I said I would be nice. I’m not feeling all that generous anymore.”

You whimper, the sound echoing around the room. “B-Bucky…”

He shushes you gently as his flesh hand pulls up the hem of your shirt. His touch is searing hot against your skin. You can’t help but press further back against his chest while his fingers tease your nipples, pinching and rolling them in the most delicious way.

“Be a good girl and take my cock like you were made to. Okay, doll?” Bucky kisses your cheek, the role of predator temporarily slipping away.

You nod wordlessly but feel the urge to cry out when his hand disappears from your breasts. He smacks your ass before tugging your leggings and underwear down to your knees, his touch sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” he commands harshly. His own breaths are coming in ragged pants. “Show me how pretty that pussy is.”

You follow his orders, almost moaning when you hear him groan at the sight of your glistening folds. You’re absolutely soaked and Bucky wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs. But he stops himself. That’s not what you asked for.

“Is this for me?” Bucky plunges two fingers inside you, cock twitching at the way you scream his name as you’re knocked off balance. He lets go of your hair so he can wrap an arm around your stomach to keep you in place.

“Mhmm…” you whine out the answer, practically drooling from the way his fingers touch every sensitive spot inside you.

Bucky laughs at your pathetic attempt to answer. “Haven’t even properly fucked you and you’ve gone stupid just from my fingers. Pathetic.”

And it is pathetic.

You’re completely aware of that.

But you’re also aware there’s nothing you can do to stop the way he makes you feel.

Especially right now.

The metallic sound of a zipper being undone fills the space between you and you hold your breath as the tip of Bucky’s cock sinks into your entrance. He growls before slamming in the rest of the way. Your body jerks against the intrusion and Bucky holds you impossibly closer, tighter, harder. His thrusts are sloppy- he’s been waiting for this all day after all. Waiting to track you down, hunt you like the prey you begged to be. So of course he takes his reward however he wants.

But he’s not a total monster.

No, he’ll let you cum around his cock before he fills you up real good.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re nice and tight like this.” Bucky’s chest heaves with the effort it takes not to cum but the way you whimper and moan while he fucks your pretty little pussy has his brain going fuzzy with need. “Should make you bend over and take it more often.”

“Oh, yes, please!” You clench around him, your own orgasm building with each of his thrusts. He’s just so big and stretches you just right. You want to turn around, watch the pretty expressions cross his face as he cums, but Bucky holds you in place.

“Ah, what a good little slut for me.” Bucky’s thrusts turn sloppy and his breathing grows ragged as he spills inside you, coating your walls with thick, white cum.

It’s not often the two of you cum at the same time, but you can’t help clenching around him, practically sobbing through the high of your orgasm. Your body goes limp, leaving Bucky to scoop you up in his arms.

“Was it everything you wanted, doll?”

You hum softly, eyes falling shut. “Could’ve gone harder.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his laugh in your ears.

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My son discovered the word toot a couple of months ago and we haven’t known peace since 😂

Sam would 100% do that and probably did it for his sister’s kids too. As any good uncle would lol

So, lovelies, a leprechaun left this for my kiddos this week (yes, I made up a leprechaun just for my kiddos who sneaks in and leaves them presents 😂), and @writing-for-marvel and I agree Sam would give a book like this to Bucky's kid.

What do we think?

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18+ possessive!Bucky that likes to beg. what else is there to say really? lol

"Well? What do you think?" You do a little spin, the fabric of the dress twirling around you. Your smile is absolutely beaming as you smooth your hands over your new gift. "Thor said it's traditional Asgardian clothes worn on Eostre. The Spring Equinox."

Bucky swallows thickly, unsure how to answer your question. The dress is made from a pale pink fabric that's so thin there's no inch of you left to the imagination. Each of your curves are accentuated beautifully. If the way his cock stirs in his pants is any indication then he certainly likes it, but the idea of anyone else seeing you in this dress has him turning a little green. Jealousy rages in his gut, nasty and mean.

"Buck?" And you're suddenly so self conscious as you say his name that Bucky wants to kick himself. Your bright smile wavers slightly and you blink back tears. "Oh, it looks bad, doesn't it? I told Thor it wouldn't fit me the same as women in Asgard but he wouldn't listen-"

"You look beautiful, doll. Really." Bucky finally manages to find his voice in the midst of your rambling. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs until you fall into his lap. "Did Thor get to see you?"

You shake your head, cheeks heating up in a shy blush. "No. Only you."

You're damn right only me, Bucky wants to say.

And so he does.

He says it and watches the way your breath catches in your throat while your thighs clench together reflexively. Your fingers grip the front of his Henley for dear life as his metal hand crawls under the hem of your pretty dress and strokes your bare skin. Heat rolls off Bucky in waves, all but consuming you.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," Bucky purrs in your ear. You're quick to do as he says, earning a low moan from him. "Oh, good girl."

Bucky slips a finger between your folds, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles. You jerk at the initial sensation before relaxing into his familiar touch. He's always so good to you. So eager to please. Your head falls onto his shoulder while he plays with you, teasing you until you're a whimpering mess in his lap.

"That's my girl." Bucky kisses your forehead, trailing his lips to your neck where he bites down over and over. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that there will be a mark by the time he's finished. "My beautiful girl."

You whine out his name and a small, "please."

He grins widely. "Do you need something?"

"Buckyyy..."

"C'mon, use your words like a good girl and maybe I'll let you have what you want." Bucky takes this opportunity to sink two fingers inside your slick cunt, pumping them in and out of you slowly. He loves the way you squeal and squirm on top of him.

You bite down on his shoulder, muffling a loud moan. "You know what I want."

A laugh rumbles through his chest, sending vibrations all through your body. "Then take it, doll."

He lifts his hips enough for you to tug the waistband of his pants and boxers down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. You're practically drooling at the sight, desperate to have him inside you. Bucky, reading every emotion that flits across your face, grips your hips as you sink down on him. He watches in pure awe as he disappears inside you inch by inch.

"Oh, fuck, you're so good to me." Bucky buries his face in your tits, licking and kissing at the skin your dress leaves exposed. "So good."

Bucky could stay like this forever with his cock buried deep inside you. He means every word he says about how good you are. How absolutely perfect you are. Because he loves you.

He loves you.

So.

Fucking.

Much.

"Please let me cum inside you," he begs softly in a sharp contrast to the way the tip of his dick pounds against your cervix as you bounce in his lap. "Please, sweetheart, please... oh, God, you feel so fucking good..."

"Bucky... yes..." You all but sob out the two words, pleasure curling tightly in your belly before washing over your body leaving you tingling all over.

Bucky lets out a broken moan before spilling inside you. He holds you in place, making sure you get every single drop.

Fuck, you're such a good girl.

Bucky can't get enough.

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NOW | THEN

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"people are allowed to dislike things"

WRONG. NO ONE is allowed to dislike bucky barnes.

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18+ unhinged/obsessive felix x inexperienced!reader is back. This time with a bit of sugar daddy felix. just be a good girl and spend his money

Felix has too much money and too much time and somehow that translates into him talking you into a whole new wardrobe.

Courtesy of him.

Of course.

It’s not that he hates your clothes or your fashion sense, but rather you deserve all the nice things available. Besides, you said it yourself, you haven't bought any new clothes since high school.

So, just let him do it.

Please?

"You should take full advantage of this, poppy," he mumbles in your ear, large hands framing your face. "I don't often beg."

Completely untrue... but you don't bother saying it out loud. He already knows he's lying just like you already know you'll give in because you always give in. To his every whim, every desire, every little request he makes of you.

Why? You aren't sure.

Before Felix, you took pride in being independent, in being able to care for yourself. Now... now you can't remember what that felt like. Felix is always there with his money and his smile and his gentle, persuasive way of speaking to you. It was eerie at first, yet he was so persistent that giving in to him would be worth it.

And it has been.

Mostly.

Felix, for his part, doesn't care what you do with your old clothes. Replace them, keep them, throw them out, give them away- he doesn't care at all. He just wants to see you spend his money, to know he's taking care of any slight need you could have. Hell, you could buy a fucking yacht and he would indulge you.

Why? He isn't sure.

He isn't a miserly or even particularly frugal man, but he's kept an eye on his wealth over the years, and now he's letting you spend it however you please. He doesn't understand why he wants you to spend it so badly, just that he does, and it makes a warmth bloom in his chest to know he's taken care of you.

You could buy the dumbest shit and he'd smile like an idiot knowing he made it possible.

"Here." Felix swipes your phone off the nightstand and forces it into your hands. "Choose whatever website you wish and buy to your heart's content."

"Felix-" your protest is interrupted by his teeth nipping at your earlobe and his hands gripping onto your hips.

Because of course there's a more selfish, physical reason behind all of this.

The need to have you taken care of is primal, maybe even biological, but the need to be inside you supersedes all of it. Felix can't help his body's response to you. You should know that by now. None of this is in his control. He isn't in control. Not fully. Not when it comes to you.

So, yes, please, spend his money, but gods just let him fuck you while you do it.

"Fuck yourself on my cock while you do it, darling." He kisses the side of your head softly, inhaling the sweet scent of you. "I need to see those delicious tits of yours bounce as you ride me."

Oh, his mouth is filthy, and it's one of the things you adore the most. He tells you what he wants in the dirtiest, most self indulgent way.

But embarrassment still manages to creep in. You've barely mastered missionary and blowjobs and now he wants... this?

"I've never... Felix, I can't..."

Something snaps inside of Felix at the word can't. He shushes your blabbering excuses, ripping your skirt and panties in his rush to get them off of you. You can do it. He knows you can. You're so good, so perfect, so beautiful. He could put you in the most exposing position and you would still be a goddess.

"I'll show you, poppy," he promises, voice low and desperate. "Let me show you."

Your cheeks burn with humiliation, but you allow Felix to position you so your cunt lines up with his cock. What's even more humiliating is that despite your creeping sense of shame you're absolutely soaked for him. You blame his dirty mouth and eager hands that slowly push you down until he's nestled deep inside you.

"Oh, good girl." Felix tilts his head back, eyes squeezing shut momentarily, basking in the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around him. He moans, lifting you up slightly before pulling you back down. "Yes, so good, darling."

You whimper, still clutching onto your phone, pressing it to your chest. He feels like he's in your stomach, he's that deep. "Felix..."

Felix taps your phone. "You can start now. I'll help you keep pace."

"O-okay."

You pull up some random fashion website and scroll without really seeing anything. You're too focused on the way Felix guides your body. He makes sure you take him hard and deep and you internally cringe at the way your breasts move with each thrust. Felix though is completely enraptured by each curve and movement of your body. His expression is one of pure bliss and adoration.

He loves you so much.

You're kind and funny and beautiful.

So beautiful.

And you're his.

All his.

The word slips past his lips, hungry and frantic. "Mine."

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AAAAHHH new MM updates!!!! Im SO excited!!!!!

That’s the goal!

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Felix is a hearth fire. Warm, steady, but not easily ignored. One wrong move and he’ll raze it all to the ground.

You on the other hand?

He likens you to a wildfire. Vengeful, blazing, and eager to burn it all down. One small ember destroys a whole forest.

Felix has lived long enough he knows when to let his fire burn and when to quell the flames. He can make those split second decisions with an ease and grace that baffles you because you’re ready to lose your mind at any given moment. Someone cut you off in traffic? Rage. The lady at the deli counter of the grocery store was rude to you? Rage. Your fury knows no bounds.

Perhaps he shouldn’t entertain your moods as much as he does; however, Felix can’t help but find it endlessly adorable when your fists clench and your teeth grind together, a harsh retort on your lips for whoever inconvenienced you. And gods forbid anyone look twice at Felix in your presence. They don’t even need to say anything really. You’re good enough at reading facial expressions that you just know when someone is being rude in their head. (Because really who in their right mind would ever actually say anything about that absolute mountain of a man and you’re crazy ass)?

“Another day, my darling,” Felix urges softly as he scoops you up in his arms and turns you the complete other direction. “Let’s leave the coffee shop standing for a few more hours, yes?”

“No!”

Felix has to angle his face away from you, hiding the wide grin that stretches over his lips.

You’re really just too cute for your own good.

I know I’ve said something similar with Alec but imagine Felix with a small short tempered mate, like he’s been around for a long ass time so he’s chill and knows when to react to someone and when not to but his mate? No if someone said one word against Felix they’re going off and lunging at said person and so Felix has to pick up his Tiny feisty mate while trying not to laugh at how adorable they are.

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Felix considers himself to be a man of his word.

He promised you all those months ago on that sweet spring afternoon- when the air smelled like newly blossomed tulips mingled with your delicate perfume- that he would be back. And by the gods did he mean it. You plagued every thought, every moment he had. You are the bane of his existence and his salvation all wrapped up in one tempting package.

"Did you really think I would leave, my darling?" Felix strokes your cheek with all the gentleness he's capable of.

You don't know this man. You've seen him once or twice in passing. He never speaks or even looks at you, but now he shows up talking about fate and reincarnation and you feel the cold hands of impending doom clamping down on your chest.

"Please, I don't-" you can't even finish your sentence. Fear locks your body in place.

Felix tilts his head to the side, watching the fat tears roll down your cheeks. Honestly, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all. Perhaps he got a bit ahead of himself with the marriage proposal but how can you not recognize him even a little bit? He could pick you out of a crowd by the sound of your heartbeat, soothing and familiar.

"I bought you coffee," he says bluntly as if that's supposed to mean something.

Because it does mean something.

Of course it means something.

What? You think he has a habit of going out of his way for humans? If anything they're a nuisance at worst and a plaything at most.

But you?

You're everything.

And Felix is frankly perplexed and offended by your reaction, but it's okay. All of it will be okay. He did get ahead of himself. He can see that now. Fortunately, he knows how to be charming and delightful and all the things you deserve.

"Forgive me." Felix steps back from you, smile morphing from something unhinged to something playful . "Let's start from the beginning, my love, shall we? I'm Felix."

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obsessive/unhinged dark!Felix x inexperienced!reader

18+ drabbles are marked with (*)

poppy*

felix actively losing his mind*

the cameras are for your own good*

where it started

time for a new wardrobe*