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𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞,𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫

pairing || professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary || for the whole semester james paid attention to his student for all the wrong reasons but on the last day, is he finally over it?

word count || 4,181

warnings || age gap ((reader is 20, bucky is 35)), blowjob, pussy eating, pussy fingering, fucking in a classroom, fucking your professor, talks of divorce, test taking, exams, male masturbation, natasha and bucky relationship, reader is dating steve so like cheating, riding, breeding

authors note || this is for @sunstalgia’s challenge! also since i finished another semster of college last week and you guys enjoyed my last professor!bucky fic, why not write another! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT STEAL MY CONTENT and remember to REBLOG.

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Steve x Reader: clandestine meetings and stolen stares (One Shot)

Plot: Who knew Steve Rogers had kept such a pretty little secret?

or, the one where you were Peggy’s young, promising assistant until you became Steve Roger’s doll.

Tags: dark!steve, cheating steve, asshole steve, smoking, politician!steve, senator!steve, AGE GAP, drinking, SMUT, NASTY SMUT, INFIDELITY, spit play-ish (mentioned kinda?), cum play, yn is a mistress, poor peggy, cockwarming, no feminism here, daddy kink, dom!steve, reluctant to consensual

(A/N: This is my entry for #sugary4kchallenge of @donutloverxo​!! Congrats on 4k bby <3 )

Rest of the sugardaddies here!

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simultaneously i never want to think about this again but i will also never stop talking about it

Method Acting P10 🎥 Frat!Steve x Reader

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steve does the most difficult thing he has ever had to do. bucky reaches his limit.

content warning: frat!steve x reader, frat!sam x reader (platonic), frat!bucky x reader (…to be determined), A N G S T. like, A LOT. nowhere near enough fluff to make up for it, either.

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Wine & Dine

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In which you and your roommate Bucky spend a chill Friday night drinking and hanging out, leading to you confessing something unexpected

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, oral sex (f receiving), kissing, lots of banter, teasing, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, dry humping, friends to lovers (kinda) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This is kind of cheesy but the idea came to me and I ran with it! Hope it’s enjoyable! Feedback is always appreciated! 😋

Spending Friday night with your roommates had become a ritual of sorts. It was the one night of the week where all three of you were usually off from work, somehow it was how your otherwise hectic and busy schedules would align. This time around however, you were a person short. Your roommate and good friend, Sam, was out of town for the weekend visiting his family in Louisiana. Which meant that you’d be left to your own devices in your shared apartment, save for your other roommate and pain in the ass best friend, Bucky.

Most of the time you’d order takeout and play video games or watch a movie, other times Sam would grab something on his way home from work and you’d sit down to play a board game while munching on whatever delicious food he found while strolling down the streets of Brooklyn. On rare occasions, Sam would cook for you and Bucky, concocting some of the most incredible dishes you had ever tasted. Bucky wasn’t allowed in the kitchen though, not after he had almost burned it down, not once—but twice, simply just trying to boil water.

It seemed that anytime Sam would go out of town, you and Bucky always managed to make a mess of the apartment. He was usually the one who kept things flowing smoothly and in balance, and with Sam gone he’d entrust you to be the one to take his role.

You decided that this time you’d try something different for a change. After you got off work, exhausted and ready to head home, you stopped at the local grocery shop near the apartment and gathered ingredients to attempt to cook dinner for you and Bucky. He wasn’t picky and would try almost anything, however, you weren’t the best cook. But you were willing to give it a try, especially after scouring the internet for easy beginner friendly recipes.

Stepping into the dark apartment, you kicked your shoes off and headed straight to the kitchen, juggling paper bags full of groceries in your arms. You were glad Bucky wasn’t home yet, he was usually a nuisance in the kitchen anyway. You gathered your ingredients, taking out different pots and pans wishing Sam were around so you could ask him for help, you thought about calling him but you didn’t want to disturb his family time.

How hard could it be to make a simple stir fry? You’d seen Sam do it countless times, but yet it was still intimidating. You poured yourself a glass of red wine and read through the recipe—you poured oil in a large pan and let it heat up before you threw in the already diced raw chicken. You had an array of different sauces to add to it, hoping whatever you came up with would be edible. Sam had told you on many occasions that he didn’t like following recipes, he preferred adding his own flair and flavor. And you figured you’d try the same.

“Mm, it smells good in here.” You heard the front door shutting as Bucky made his way over to join you in the kitchen.

“I’m glad, because this is going to be what we’ll be eating for the next few days.” You offered with a nervous laugh as the chicken sizzled loudly in the pan.

Bucky chuckled as he rummaged through the fridge, grabbing himself a beer and peering over your shoulder, trying to see what you were cooking. “Since when do you cook? Last I recall Sam left specific instructions to not mess up anything in the kitchen, and you know how fucking neurotic he is.”

“Who says I’m messing up the kitchen?” You retorted, “I happen to know what I’m doing.” Suddenly, you squealed as the hot oil sprinkled out of the pan and all over your hands, making you nearly throw the pan across the stove.

“Uh huh, sure you do Sunshine.” Bucky laughed out loudly, poking you in the side.

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him as you turned the heat off, the chicken came out a little crispier (burnt) than you had intended, but it still seemed edible. You finished adding the chopped vegetables and the different sauces, hoping that once you tossed everything together that it would somehow all taste good.

You downed the glass of wine as you finished cooking the stir fry, grabbing two plates from the cupboard and bringing everything to the table. “Food’s ready!” You called out, feeling a little hesitant about your concoction.

“If I die from food poisoning, I’m telling Sam.” Bucky chortled, you hit him in the arm lightly, rolling your eyes as he mouthed an “ow”.

“If you die, how can you tell him?” You scoffed. “Idiot.”

“Geez, I was joking Sunshine,” Bucky nudged you playfully, “I’m sure whatever you made is going to be delicious.”

“If not, we can just throw it away and pretend it never happened.” You refilled your wine glass, perhaps the cheap red wine could numb your taste buds and make your creation more palatable.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m sure it’s fine.” Bucky served himself a generous amount of the stir fry along with some leftover rice you had reheated. He started eating as you watched him over the rim of your glass, awaiting his reaction.

The initial look on his face looked promising, but the grimace that followed let you know your attempt at cooking hadn’t been successful. “Uh, it’s g-good…” Bucky struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, feigning a smile as he did his best not to spit it out.

“Don’t bullshit me, Buck. It’s gross, isn’t it?” You laughed as you took another sip of wine.

Bucky nodded, “Okay, maybe it’s a little gross. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Looks like we’re going to be eating pizza for the remainder of the weekend.” In a way you were glad, cooking wasn’t your forte, it was better off leaving it to the professionals.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky chuckled, “That’s what we usually do anyway, I appreciate you trying though, Sunshine.”

You appreciated his encouraging words, usually Bucky wasn’t that thoughtful, but you noticed how much his attitude towards you would change when others weren’t around. Usually he’d bust your balls and treat you like he would any other of his guy friends, but when it was just you and him, he seemed to be gentler and kinder. You never thought much of it, but you couldn’t deny that you liked that different side of him.

“Good thing we have enough wine and beer to hold us over.” You commented, swirling the red liquid in your glass, now that was something that could never fail you.

“I’ll order the pizza,” Bucky grabbed his phone, going through his food delivery apps, “And we can pretend this never happened. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sam.” He winked. You were already feeling the effects of the wine as it coursed through your veins and a smile spread across your face. Perhaps your evening wasn’t ruined after all.

You hated wasting food, but there was no saving the burnt chicken and soggy vegetables, you sadly discarded any remnants and cleaned up the kitchen—leaving no trace behind. You took advantage of the time you had before the pizza arrived to change out of your work clothes and wash away the day with a hot shower. Feeling refreshed in your comfy pajamas, you joined Bucky on the couch who had put on a horror movie you’d seen a million times before.

You casually plopped down next to him, noticing how he inched closer to you. Bucky tipped back his second beer, handing you one which you gladly accepted. You had a busy week dealing with all the nonsense at work, it was nice to finally relax and just spend a chill Friday night with your best friend.

“Maybe next time I can try to cook us something,” Bucky commented, “Let’s see who can make the worst dish.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I think we know who’d win,” You pointed out, “Mister I can’t even boil water without almost burning the place to the ground.”

Bucky huffed, “That only happened twice! I promised Sam I wouldn’t do it again.”

“Yeah, well twice was enough to get you banned from the kitchen.” He was about to try and tickle you when the door bell rang, alerting you that the pizza had arrived.

“Saved by the bell.” Bucky smirked, grabbing some loose dollar bills from the counter and going to open the door. The scent of freshly made dough infiltrated your nostrils, you were starving, ready to tear into the pizza. Bucky thanked the delivery person and eagerly brought the boxes over to the couch, setting them down on the small coffee table.

“I got pepperoni and olives on mine and of course, your favorite, Hawaiian,” He nearly gagged just mentioning it, “I don’t know how you can like pineapple on a pizza, you weirdo.”

“Only highly intelligent individuals like pineapple on their pizza,” You countered, “Besides you have no room to talk, olives are just gross sad grapes.”

Bucky gasped dramatically, “No way, olives are delicious. Don’t be such a hater, Sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes as you snatched the box away from him, not hesitating to just dig right in. The pizza place you usually ordered from had the best pizza in all of Brooklyn, nothing could compare to their homemade sauce and dough. You had been ordering from them for years, ever since Bucky introduced you to their highly addictive pies.

“Oh yeah, this is hitting all sorts of spots.” You nearly moaned as you chowed down, going slightly cross eyed from how delicious it was. Bucky was on the same page as he devoured his pizza, only stopping to wash it down with cold beer.

The plan was to have left overs for the following day, but it seemed that wouldn’t be the case as both pizzas were demolished within minutes. It also seemed like your stir fry had left a lot to be desired.

“I’m officially stuffed,” Bucky groaned, tilting his head back as he belched loudly, you responded by belching even louder, “Good one, Sunshine.” He teased, leaning over you and grabbing himself another beer. You shrugged, getting yourself another beer as well.

You and Bucky eventually decided to play some Mortal Kombat, you were always a pro at kicking his ass even though he hated admitting it. He’d try to distract you or dodge your finishing moves, but no matter how much he tried, you’d always triumph over him.

“One more round,” Bucky insisted, “I think I just need to switch my character.”

“We’ve already played ten rounds, Buck,” You preened, “I think you should just accept defeat.”

“I almost had you in that last round, come on!”

You sighed exasperatedly, “Fine, one more.”

As expected, even with a different character Bucky wasn’t quick enough to dodge your incoming attacks. As an added bonus you finished him off with a violent and bloody brutality, smiling proudly as the voice over declared a flawless victory. Bucky nearly threw the xbox controller across the room, groaning loudly. “Fuck!”

You smiled indulgently to yourself as you made your way over to the kitchen, carrying a slew of empty beer bottles and tossing them away haphazardly in the bin. You were buzzing from both the effects of the alcohol and from the adrenaline of once again kicking Bucky’s ass in one of your favorite video games.

“You’re so annoying.” Bucky crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you over the kitchen counter, he was slightly tipsy as well. You giggled as you grabbed yourself and Bucky another beer, popping the bottles open and clinking them together.

“I’m just really good at beating you in Mortal Kombat,” You replied off-handedly, “You know this.” A grin spread across your face as you tipped your beer back. Bucky rolled his eyes at you, murmuring something under his breath.

“Aw, come on Buck,” You egged him on, “I’m sure you’re good at other things. What’s something you think you could easily beat me at?”

Bucky was silent for a moment, tilting his head as he thought about what he was going to say next, a wicked smile formed on his lips as he took a sip of his beer, his tongue gliding over the glass rim momentarily. “Eating pussy.”

You nearly choked on your beverage at how nonchalantly he admitted that. Bucky laughed out loudly, the alcohol seemed like it had completely gone to his head. You didn’t know how to respond, was he being serious? He didn’t offer a response after his admission which let you know he was indeed being serious.

“Eating pussy is overrated,” You blurted out, “I’ve never gotten off from it.” You didn’t know why you even mentioned that, it was clearly the liquid courage coursing through your veins which allowed you to be so casual about it.

Bucky’s eyes widened at that, “You what? Are you serious?” He sounded truly shocked.

“Yep,” You replied, not caring anymore as you just went with the flow of the conversation, “Not once. I don’t know if I’ve just been with really shitty people or if there’s something wrong with me.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’ve just been with really shitty people.”

“Well, until someone comes along and changes my mind, I won’t buy into the hype.” You jumped up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as Bucky stood there, pondering what you had just unceremoniously confessed. The air in the apartment thickened as his eyes narrowed, you noticed a flicker of something devious in his gaze. Licking his lips, Bucky got closer to you, close enough for you to smell the hint of beer on his breath and musk on his clothes.

“I could change your mind.” He whispered lowly, almost inaudibly. However, you heard him loud and clear as your cheeks immediately flushed and a chill went down your spine. You waited for him to say he was fucking with you, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

You swallowed thickly, trying to cover your nervousness with a laugh, “Stop it Buck, I know you’re not serious.”

“I don’t think you realize how serious I am,” He smirked, there wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his voice, just sheer determination. “Come on Sunshine, it’s only weird if you let it be weird.”

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously, you weren’t sure if it was just the influence of the alcohol or utter curiosity, but you found yourself considering Bucky’s offer. You always saw him as just a friend, but it was undeniable that you had at times wondered what it would be like to be with Bucky. Your bedroom being beside his always allowed you to get an earful of the activities he’d partake in. You had laid awake at night on too many occasions listening to the never ending moans and groans coming from Bucky’s room, imagining yourself in his bed instead. You’d quickly shoo those thoughts away as fast as they came, because Bucky would only ever be just a friend, right?

Without a second thought, you found yourself agreeing. To what exactly? You had no idea. Bucky smiled shyly, unlike his usual self-satisfied grin. He closed the gap between your bodies and tentatively kissed your lips. “Is this okay?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, you nodded, liking the way his lips felt against yours. Bucky had waited for this moment for far too long, he wanted to set the right mood and not rush into simply eating you out, he wanted to truly savor you.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his body flush against yours. His tongue glided over your top lip seeking entry into your mouth. You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment as you parted your lips open and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His mouth began moving from your face over to the crook of your neck where his lips found a home, peppering wet feverish kisses down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped from the back of your throat as Bucky kept kissing you. “Buck! It tickles!” You exclaimed. Instead of saying anything Bucky just smirked, his hand falling in between your bodies as he pressed his fingers against your clothed pussy. You were about to laugh again when instead a moan erupted from your lips, eyes closing in delight.

“Mm, does this tickle?” Bucky growled against your ear as his fingers massaged your cunt.

“Fuck, no,” You let out breathily, “Feels so g-good…”

Bucky’s famous smug smile was back on his face as he hoisted you off the kitchen counter, enveloping your body in a tight embrace as your legs instinctively wrapped around him. He carried you into the living room, placing your body on the couch. He hovered over you, breathing heavily as his hips dipped down to grind against you, you moaned the instant his clothed erection brushed against your core. You hooked one of your legs around him, pressing yourself harder into his touch, getting lost momentarily in how hard Bucky was because of you.

Bucky knew he was getting carried away and wouldn’t be able to stop himself if you allowed him to fuck you right then and there, he was so incredibly turned on and loved hearing the little moans that escaped your lips. He abruptly stopped dry humping you and focused his attention on your pussy, which he knew would be soaked. His fingers ghosted over the waistband of the flimsy pajama shorts you had on, sliding them in gently and then moving your panties aside so he could feel you wet and hot against him. Bucky circled your clit slowly, kissing your neck as he buried two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, the pad of his thumb still rubbing your clit.

You gasped, the double stimulation felt incredible as you arched off the couch. You could feel yourself gushing all over Bucky’s fingers, getting wetter the more his fingers scissored inside of you. You didn’t think that all it would take for you to cum would be some kissing and fingering, but the way in which Bucky kissed you and touched you was unlike anything you had ever felt.

“Bucky…” You breathed out, the coil in your stomach tightening as Bucky sped up, bracing himself for your incoming release. You shut your eyes tightly, little gasps leaving your mouth as the tension inside of you exploded and you came hard all over his fingers. Bucky kissed you, swallowing your moans as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

“Damn, Sunshine…” Bucky let out after a few seconds of you both trying to catch your breath, “I already made you cum and I haven’t even used my mouth yet.”

You rolled your eyes, hands coming up to cover your flushed face, your cheeks were on fire and you were still in disbelief. But you couldn’t deny that it had felt amazing to have Bucky’s fingers inside of your pussy, you could only imagine what his cock would feel like.

Bucky didn’t give you much time to think as he dove back down, his hands yanking your shorts and panties off roughly and tossing them carelessly on the floor. You arched sensually off the couch, letting your legs spread open for his viewing pleasure. You knew you were being cheeky, but seeing the hungry look in Bucky’s eyes was so worth going the extra mile.

His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening cunt and swollen clit. Bucky nestled himself in between your thighs, arms wrapping around you and keeping you pinned under him. He pressed wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, licking just around your pussy and blowing a thin stream of air over it. You writhed uncontrollably, needing his mouth on you before you lost your mind.

Bucky smirked as he let a little bit of his saliva drip onto your clit, you gasped as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub repeatedly, making your body thrum with pleasure. You tasted better than he could’ve imagined, your pussy was so wet and sweet, and oh so tight. Now that he had gotten to savor you, Bucky wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get enough.

He continued lapping at your clit, alternating his speed and keeping you on the edge, just enough to have your toes curling with every sensation of Bucky’s tongue on your cunt. You knew at the pace he was going that it would be game over at any given moment. You really had been missing out, everyone who had ever eaten you out prior should cower in shame, because Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. Every lick, suck and flick was calculated and he knew just how to amplify every nerve in your body.

“God, Buck,” You squirmed, “I c-can’t believe…I-m gonna c-cum…” Bucky chuckled lowly as he looked up at you, his lips were dampened from your juices and his cheeks were rosy. You kept eye contact as he continued sucking and licking your pussy, getting you closer and closer to that sweet precipice.

Throwing your head back blissfully, warmth spread throughout your lower abdomen for the second time as you came with even more intensity than the first time. Bucky didn’t stop licking even after your orgasm finished moving in waves through you, you were completely overstimulated and satiated as your legs twitched sporadically.

“Holy shit…” Were the only words that could leave your mouth as you laid there, chest heaving up and down from what could very well be the best orgasms you ever had. Bucky wiped his mouth, feeling completely satisfied with himself and by how easily he had been able to make you cum. You looked just as beautiful as he had imagined, body coated in a sweaty sheen, lips parted making a perfect o shape and your pussy still pulsing—fuck, you were just too enticing.

“So did I change your mind?” Bucky asked brazenly, reverting back to his playful self as he nudged your side teasingly.

“I hate to admit it,” You mewled, “But you did.” A haughty grin spread across Bucky’s face as he claimed he had told you so. You rolled your eyes at his display, trying to piece together everything that had transpired in just one night. You and Bucky had gone from best friends to whatever the hell you were now, you didn’t want to slap a label on it, but you were sure that you wanted to do it again. Perhaps even take it a step further and truly experience every inch of him.

“It goes without saying that we’re not telling Sam.” You remarked.

“Not a word.” Bucky agreed, there was no need to tell Sam, even though if this were to become a common occurrence and with all three of you living under the same roof, Sam would catch on eventually.

“We need to go food shopping tomorrow,” You casually changed the subject, sitting up and sprawling your feet on Bucky’s lap. You noticed the very prominent tent in his pants, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered there for the longest moment. “I don’t think we can survive off of pizza and beer.” You could feel yourself getting sick by the mere thought.

“Don’t worry Sunshine, we’ll figure it out,” Bucky said as he grabbed your leg so he could kiss the top of it, “Besides,” He smiled suggestively, “I already know what I want for dinner tomorrow.”

it had been months — sebastian stan

sebastian stan x fem!reader

word count: 4,401 words

summery: it had been nine months since you and your first real long term boyfriend broke up. but as they say, time makes the heart grow fonder … and it also made the lust build up.

warnings: angst, smut, thigh riding, cheating, kind of a breeding kink at the end, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n: i have never actually posted a whole thing on here before, so i hope this goes well. i know my writing can improve, but it’s pretty good i would say. enjoy!

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