Smalltown Bringdown 2

Smalltown Bringdown 2

Warnings: blood, violence, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You begin your search for a new job but times are tough.

Note: Here’s part two. I’m planning on making this a relatively short series, think Eye for an Eye. I’m having fun with Biker!Bucky and next chapter should be🔥 To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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The Birch Branch Bakery was just across the street from the Chipped Saucer. The old plaque beside the door read ‘Est. 1887’. It had passed hands from one Hollorin to the next. Barbara, or Babs, Hollorin was the latest in the line of plump delicatessens. She had her father’s rosy cheeks and boomong laugh. You faintly remembered the round old man from your childhood though he had long passed.

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Let Me Take Care of You ; Jaskier

Summary: Jaskier is cute when he’s red in the face and stuttering under you. You won’t tell him how cute he is when he cums in his pants, you’ll show it to him instead.

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 898

Genre: Smut, PWP

Warning(s): NSFW, PWP (Porn without plot), No vaginal penetration, Non-penetrative sex, Premature ejaculation, Dry humping, Dominant!Reader, Submissive!Jaskier

A/N: Jaskier is cute. This is cross-posted on Ao3 at ItsAutumnHereFriend.

For a person like Jaskier, who is all confidence and charisma in performance in singing and bedding alike–after all, as much as he is the one boasting about his capabilities in sex, so are the women, only in hushed whispers and red faces–to feel the tremble in his legs and touch is like liquid courage coursing through your veins.

Naturally, the want to feel it more is the only thought that bothers to run through your sex-addled mind.

Your thighs squeeze against his as you grind your hips against his.  Fingers purse against clothing, two sets of hands both equally wanting.

He can write sonnets and songs about yours, but you much prefer the taste of him–the sound of him.  His whines are heavenly in your ears as they arise in cacophony as you kiss up his neck.  He captures your lips first, and his songs are just as sweet as the taste of his lips.

When he pulls away, his face is flushed, breathing deeply with his hands purchased on your clothed hips.  The very look of him has you biting back a moan.  He bucks up against you, unable to pull away from the blossoming pleasure in the pit of his stomach and yours.

“Can you-” he hums as you press your lips to his.  He isn’t the only one unable to chase his pleasure.  He nearly groans at your fucked-out look.  With you on his lap, riding away as if he were already inside you–to every god who cares to listen, his songs of you would surely reach the heavens at this rate.

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All I Want-part 5

Masterlist

Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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Sugar Daddy’s [4/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved.   Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

‘You’ll Scream For It: Sugar Daddy’s to Open July 1st’ runs that Sunday, the most popular issue of that week – and on the front page, of course. By that afternoon, the talk starts; hasn’t abated by Monday, and your lunch break is particularly interesting.

“Horrifying,” Dot says vehemently. 

“Disgusting,” Trixie shakes her head. 

“I like it,” Pam says, and she sends you a wink as you pop the cherry off the top of your milkshake. “I think it’s sweet of him. Loving his wife so much. And her loving him – making sure he gets to live his dream. And those children are just darling.”

“They are,” you agree with a smile, as Dot sniffs, carrying a loaded tray over to a family in a booth. “They’re so sweet – and they love their daddy so much.” 

Trixie snorts. You wink back at Pam, who laughs. 

“My favorite flavor that I’ve tried is Sugar Baby,” you inform anyone who’s listening. “Bucky and his kids dropped a sample by this morning, to say thanks for the article.” 

“Sounds like Mr. Barnes is a little sweet on you,” Pam laughs, as Trixie rolls her eyes. 

“Speak of the devil,” Dot says, sailing back, and she barges through the door to the back and the familiar bell above the front entrance of the diner chimes. 

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Sugar Daddy’s [5/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved.   Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

It’s an ice cream kind of day – ice cream at four o’clock in the afternoon, under that warm summer sun; air ripe with freshly-mown grass and the climax of weeks’ worth of anticipation. 

Sugar Daddy’s is open for business. 

A crush of customers makes for standing room only on the sidewalk outside, but you’ve got special permission to slip under the proverbial velvet rope – seriously, why hadn’t Bucky ordered one? – and sweep into the shop with a broad smile on your face and a pretty sundress swinging about your legs. Shoes clicking brightly on the black-and-white tile. 

It’s cool inside, thick and sweet with the scent of freshly-made waffle cones; a heady tumble of chocolate and sugar and berries. A hum from the freezers; and the crisp step of a familiar tread makes you turn. “My favorite customer,” Bucky teases from around the glass ice cream case. “Little presumptuous, showing up before we officially open. Thanks for coming.” 

Oh, there’s a joke there. Favorite, open, come – Bucky’s certainly generous today, but any wit dies sweet on your tongue as you drink him in. Hair lush and styled; a crisp white shirt, black jeans. A soft bomber jacket that practically melts against his broad shoulders. And a different kind of smile – nothing devilish about this crooked grin; the crinkle about his eyes. There’s a tension to his bottom lip, and the way his fingers play with the zipper of his jacket, drum against the counter, and then finally, grip the edge – he’s nervous. 

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Apostate 2

Warnings: violence, needles, nonconsensual sex. (<— hey you see that, that’s a warning, please heed it.)

This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You awake to a startling revelation.

Note: Special shoutout to @buckybarnesplumwhore​ and @opheliadawnwalker3​ who listened to me rant about this idea and I forgot to mention them before so shame on me. This is the conclusion of this two-parter and there is unlikely to be more but as always, it’s never impossible. 

Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!

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You awoke to voices. An argument distant as your eyelids refused to part more than a slit. You were weak, your throat burned, and your head pulsed. You laid on something cold and hard. The light was bright and blinding and your eyes watered as you fought to open them wider. Your arm was heavy as you dragged it over your torso and touched your cheekbone, bruised from the brick wall.

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