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Sheesh. Your way with words leaves me with none. Thanks for the hopeful ending.
Sisyphus
Drabble/Request: Can you do something for Seb’s bday?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Angst. Fluff. Smut.
A/N: I don’t write RP fic so, this is Bucky Barnes celebrating two bdays.
Hi lies awake for a very long time, his tuxedo jacket on the pillow next to him.
He doesn’t know which he regrets more: leaving you or hurting you.
He doesn’t know how long it will take before the smell of you will be gone from his clothing, his pillows, and sheets. The taste of you from his mouth. When he closes his eyes, his life stretches barren and black ahead of him.
He would be lucky to die during a mission. He really would.
But when has Bucky Barnes ever been lucky?
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You are a lady. And this was very hot. I also loved the how to keep someone from passing out - oh yes puppies :D
Caved
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Summary: Mission sex. Mission sex?
Warnings: SMUT. Dirty Talk. Puppies. Near Death Experiences that lead to boners.
AN: I’ve gotten a lot of Tony requests so, I just figured I’d do it here rather than answer each one. Yes - I used that gif because I’m a Lady.
“Mission sex.”
“Mission sex?”
“We’ve never done it!”
“And we never will!”
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This was very sexy but also so funny, you writing really is da bomb. I loved the caring Nat and Clint.
“Leave me here to rot” - “nah we need you for entertainment” This is friendship :D
Can you do a part three to the second tape thing, maybe where Steve and Bucky send YOU a video 💕 (Your writing is da 💣 btw)
in the same universe as this one and this one.
The hotel room in Phuket is sweltering. Your lips are aching and raw from the Gaeng Daeng that Natasha had brought you back from dinner. Spice level 10.
“You need to sweat all that alcohol out, sestra,” she had urged while stroking your wet brow.
You were still nursing a brutal hangover from the night before. You, Natasha and Clint had celebrated another victorious mission by getting stinking drunk on the beach. You’d carted around a bright pink plastic sand bucket filled with alcohol along with a handful of straws (TBD) that you had refused to share with anyone. The alcohol in question? Sangsom, Thai Redbull and Coke.
You had been wrapped around the toilet bowl since 11 am.
Apparently, Clint had had to cart you home over his shoulder as you told him, Nat and anyone who would listen how you were so desperately in love and how your big, beefy men loved you in return and how you couldn’t wait to have their super soldier babies.
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This was so so so so fucking good!!! Although I am kind of shook that you wrote something non-angsty 😂
Bucky trying to placate Steve, Sam being annoyed (”go find some lemonade”?! ICONIC), Nat as per usual having everyone figured out since FOREVER and just being fed up with everyones bullshit *chef’s kiss*
And the dynamic between these two, you captured the romance so beautifully and sexy, my my. Thank you for sharing!!! <3
Better Than Revenge
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Thor x Reader (ish)
Summary: Steve takes Sharon to one of Tony’s parties. You get back at him. Explosions result.
Warnings: violence, SMUT, rough ish sex, first time sex (lol), dirty talk, Jealous! Steve, Jealous! Reader Notes: This is for @sherrybaby14 6k Reader Insert Challenge!! I had the line “Not giving a fuck is better than revenge.” I told her i’m doing a second piece with Hydra! Steve but, this one is much more fluffy. Almost, no angst! I feel weird.
Please Comment/Reblog because your feedback gives me life!!
“Fuck this,” you mutter, as you turn around and head straight to the bar. Natasha is hot on your heels.
“I honestly didn’t know he was bringing her,” she says low enough for you to hear.
You glare at her before reaching over the bar and grabbing the bottle of tequila, ignoring the bartender’s scandalized expression. You uncork the top and tip your head back taking a heavy pull. It burns sour and thick and you gag, wrinkling your nose.
“I’m drinking this whole fucking thing, Natasha,” you grumble.
“Oh! No you are not!” she warns you quickly, grabbing it out of your hands. “You don’t want to make a fool of yourself over….well that.”
She motions over to Sharon who is giggling wildly at something Steve has said. He looks stunning, a blue blazer and a clean white button up. The colorful lights reflect off his golden hair and you long to smooth the pillow of his full lip. Your heart clenches at the way he’s grinning down at her.
He looks happy
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This was so sexy!!!
I have something d I r t y. Ok so Steve absolutely RAILING Tony Stark’s younger sister in a bathroom at one of Tony’s dinner parties 🤤 and when tony finds out he’s PISSED because she’s super overprotective and it’s a whole thing and oh boy 🤤🤤💖
here’s sumthin really quick bb. also you are the adopted sis.
It’s the dress that does it.
Long, blue velvet number with diamonds like a bushel of stars on the shoulder.
Steve makes his rounds - shakes hands, smiles for four press cameras and one cell phone. He takes one long slug of whiskey - lets it burn all the way into his stomach. Harmless but still gets his gut in order.
The placebo effect maybe.
He interrupts your conversation with Maria Hill - explains he has some “things” he needs to discuss with you. He’s a horrible actor and an even worse liar. “Things” covers the basics - covers the fact it means he wants to fuck you senseless.
He circles your wrist with his fingers - enjoys the shift of your bones coated by satin skin.
“Steve,” you warn. “Steve. Now? Really?”
There’s laughter there though. Amusement.
“Yes,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. “Right fucking now.”
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What you did with the prompt was not what I expected but holy hell. “and realigns him into the man he once was before Hydra took him” brb crying over this poetry.
Can we talk about what it’s like to give Bucky head? To be on your knees with his hands wrapped in your hair, pulling your face on and off his cock, him telling you how good you feel and what a good girl you are for him?
Bucky doesn’t know what to think as he tries to keep a tight reign on his emotions.
He’s had decades of practice masking his feelings. When he was the fist of Hydra - he couldn’t have anything unfurl inside him.
You were the best at pushing past his facade and nothing, it seems, has changed.
First - you had shown up in Wakanda slick with blood and dust - announcing that Thanos was on his way and Thor was possibly dead.
Second - for all intents and purposes, you had ignored him.
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Adding this to the list of things I didn’t know I needed and now don’t want to live without. The way you write, honestly, gives me chills. So fucking good.
so if you’re needing some vibes or inspiration for Freaky Friday, i have an idea....Stucky x Reader where Bucky goes Winter Soldier and Steve has to buffer between Bucky and the reader while they all fuck. i don’t think it’s ever been done before and i think you’d do it so well
“This is crazy,” Steve mutters.
“Banner said it would work,” you reply, fingers dancing along Steve’s forearm. Soothing. Petting.
“He looks harmless,” you add, voice softening. “Like a puppy.”
“A slightly unstable puppy,” Steve sighs as he glances over at Buck - well, kind of Buck.
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This was so cute and funny 😂 and that gif fits perfectly!!!
Oof oof oof I just got dumped by a huge asshole yesterday and he handled it so horribly and I can't stop moping. Got any sweet Steve in ya? (if this is annoying or repetitive feel free to ignore, you are a literal angel and I don't know how you write such quality things so often, k love you bye)
ah sorry bebe!! That guy blows. here’s a quick squishy thing. no smut bc i don’t have time and sometimes it doesn’t need it.
Steve stares up at you – eyes lazily fluttering. He smiles wide and goofy. His thumb comes up to trace your bottom lip, the curve of your cheek.
“You’re really fucking pretty,” he slurs as his gaze starts to wander around the room.
Sam chuckles from behind you. “Dude, that laughing gas was no joke. Steve is all sorts of funky.”
You roll your eyes, push the golden locks of hair off his forehead. He nuzzles into your hand and it’s obscenely adorable. It is also terrifying.
The steely, stuffy, stern Captain America is rolling around in your lap and off-key singing about your beauty.
“I’ve got a secret,” he mumbles as he reaches up for your head. His fingers dig a little too hard into the back of your neck as he hauls your face down to meet his. Your lips are a hair breadth from his own and you can smell the mint of his tongue topped with the off-key sour of the antidote Banner had thrust at him.
It obviously did nothing.
“What’s the secret, Cap?” you urge, as he smiles at you dreamily.
“I really -” his tone lowers, his expression suddenly serious, “ - really, really like you.”
Your mouth parts – you suck in a harsh breath as Sam laughs in the corner. Natasha has joined him.
Fuckers.
“No kidding?” you reply – slightly touched.
He nods enthusiastically. “I mean I really like you. I think about having sex with you all the time – like all the time. Everywhere.”
You choke on your own tongue and start coughing violently. Sam is howling.
You spin around to glare at him and he gives you an apologetic smile as he wipes tears out of his eyes.
Steve is sitting up now. He cradles your face between his hands. “It’s true! I just – I just want to really fuck you and date you and then have your babies.” He frowns. “- or you have my babies?”
You think your eyes might spill out of your head. Your face is burning. He leans forward and manages to kiss or more lick your chin.
“Woah, cowboy,” you warn. “There will be no kissing while you are drugged up.”
He pouts as he tries to wrestle you to him. “Fine,” he says. “Just cuddles.”
“Did you just fucking say cuddles?”
“Yes? No!”
“Oh my god.”
Putting cocky Steve in this place, birthday or not, seems like the best past time.
anything special for Steve Rogers since it’s Chris’s bday??
You watch as Steve shovels forkful after forkful of apple pie into his mouth.
It’s still piping hot – fresh from the oven. You only had enough time to drop a ball of creamy vanilla ice cream (Blue Bell shipped into New York) on its flaky crust before Steve had snatched it off the counter.
It barely stood a chance
“You’re not even going to share?”
The smell of it is wonderful: cinnamon and butter and spice soaked apples. You did good.
Steve closes his eyes in bliss, the mop of blonde hair glinting in the kitchen light. He chews slowly – obviously savoring each bite.
He looks at you and he smiles.
“No,” he state simply, shoveling more pie up with his fork. “I thought this was my birthday dessert.”
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Oh my god the fluff <3 such happy boys, and don’t they deserve it.
What about Stucky X Reader where she only tells them that she’s pregnant after she gets hurt on one of their missions? Like, everyone’s fine but it was a close call and the guys are just like ????? but also ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️😭
Steve doesn’t understand why you look as if you’re going to be sick after you take a rough fall down the stairs.
You get punched in the face - punched hard and then your feet twist out behind you and you go rolling down a flight. Bounce. Smack. Thud.
Natasha is right there - helping you up, her face slightly blanched. It’s an extreme reaction.
You’re enhanced - you’ve been hit by things a lot bigger and badder and taken falls from greater heights.
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I just love how you write these two. So much. Also this was flaming hot.
Can you please write more Stucky x reader where reader’s pregnant? That melted my heart 😭😭😭
look at me. look at me. being so FLUFFY with pwp. Sequel to this one
You stretch lazily between them - hot and sticky with a pleasant ache between your thighs. The hum of the AC is on full blast and the sweat cools on your skin. Steve is pressed against your back. Bucky at your front. Your body held captive between two great masses of overheated flesh.
You’re floating - in between sleep and wakefulness. A fever dream of sorts that butters up the tense hitch of your muscles. The body at your left rolls away; Bucky leaving a cool gust of air in lieu of his body heat and you grumble. Steve shifts, tugging you up tight against his broad chest. He slides one hand over your swollen breast and then another over the slight bump in your belly. There is no urgency in the gesture - his calloused finger absently rolling your hard nipple.
It aches a bit - you’re too sensitive in all the vulnerable parts of your body. Cunt and breasts and ass. Being pregnant is a fucking chore and no one had ever warned you.
To be fair, there was no one in the compound who had been pregnant before other than Pepper and she probably took it like a champ. Probably gave birth to Morgan while taking a conference call.
Ugh - what a woman.
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I mean, this is sexy too, but I am LAUGHING. Honestly, your love for giving Stevie a hard time is giving me life. 8 shades of red, “thank god” 😂😂😂 also Nat being the best bro *chef’s kiss*
Oooh can you do another sex tape fic for freaky Friday??? I’m so obsessed with those rn
Thor leans against the wall of the Quinjet. Stormbreaker at his feet and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He’s smiling indulgently - eyes half-dazed as he stares down at his iphone. It’s tiny in his hand.
“Thor!” Sam calls to him. “Whose phone is that?”
Thor’s eyes don’t leave his screen. “Mine,” he replies - distracted.
“Since when?”
“Since my love gave it to me.”
Tony sidles up to him to glance over his shoulder. “What are you watch- oh wow - that’s one way to pass the time”
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Phew, Steve is a little shit and I am here for it. Also, insect terrorists? Did I read that right? 😂
Fantastic story telling as always, you are honestly so so so good!!!
Alright, so, head canon about Steve: he uses the fact that everyone thinks he’s innocent and shit to his advantage to be a fucking freak in public. He’s super kinky. Into whispering filthy things in your ear to watch you squirm and squeeze your thighs together until you give in and let him fuck you whilst others are still around.
Steve Rogers sits beside you as they watch General Ross’s presentation. It’s about as boring as watching paint dry and your eyes flutter momentarily as a yawn escapes you.
“Sleepy?” Steve asks softly - brushing the top of his hand against yours.
You bite back the yawn and wink at him. “Yeah thanks to you.”
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This was so fucking sexy.
Angry, angsty sex with Bucky in a hotel during an away mission? 👀
Bucky is furious - the kind of anger that is making him physically ill. You had kissed him…kissed the target in order to distract him and it had rocked Bucky Barnes senseless.
He recalls the the way you had bent over the Duke of Suffolk’s chair - pretty hair and pretty eyes and the brightest smile. Lashes lowered and lips catching between teeth. The man had positively fallen into your lap and when you pressed your lips to his - the inbred idiot had actually groaned.
Bucky kicks the side of the hotel wall - enjoys the way it crumbles onto the toe of his black boot.
“What the fuck is your problem, Barnes?” you yell as you push him hard from behind. He stumbles forward, hands catching on the cushion chair at the center of the room.
Tony had gotten them a suite and Bucky had taken the couch - shutting down your offer to switch off out of sheer manly pride.
“You kissed him,” he hisses - spinning around and shoving you up against the wall. Your eyes widen - taken aback by this display of fury.
“Uh - yeah, Buck,” you explain. “I needed to get his eyes off of you while you got the fingerprints.”
He stares at you dumbly - his fingers trembling. He looks down at his feet - the anger still painfully swollen in his chest. “I didn’t like it.”
“Why not?” you say, before reaching out slowly, finger gently tracing his brow. “It’s not like it meant anything.”
He peers up at you from the veil of his hair. “You know why.”
You smile at that, perfectly coy despite the devil light in your eyes. “Say it then.”
His eyes narrow, his heart hammering rhythmically.
“You want me to say it?” he growls. He lunges for you, hands pinning your wrists above your head. “You want me to fucking say it?”
Your tongue juts out, wets your bottom lip. “Say it, Bucky.”
His voice quiets, his breath fanning across your face. “Because I love you.”
And then he kisses you - lips parting as they move against yours with vigorous abandon. He kisses you as if he’s making love to you - tongue thrusting into your mouth in wet strokes.
***
“I’ve been thinking about your cock inside me ever since I met you,” you say into his ear, biting at the lobe.
You release him out of his dress pants. Marvel at his thickness - perfect vein and smooth like marble.
“Ever since you met me?” he says smugly, fingers plunging in and out of your soaked cunt. “Still kissed that guy even though you knew I wanted you?”
You shudder and he feels you convulse around his hand. “You want it bad, huh?”
He’s a ravenous animal - bearing you down upon the bed, holding your wrists and spreading your thighs with his knees. You’re stretched out beneath him -painful and aching.
His fingers jerk aggressively inside you and you come embarrassingly fast - gushing wetly all over his hand. He looks down at you shocked and then offers you a prideful grin that makes your cheeks heat up. Slow as honey - he wraps his lips around the metal digits - pink tongue clearly catching all of your release as he groans.
oh jesus
He kisses you again, his skin already sweat-slick and his mouth ripe with the taste of you. He pushes inside you with perfect ease and you widen your legs to envelop him. You arch your hips against his own as he reaches the bottom of you - you try and take him deeper - try and get him to fill you entirely with his cock and tongue and whispered heated words until there’s nothing else but them.
“So fucking good,” he grunts, arching his neck, teeth biting into your lower lip. You’re burning up as you engulf himself.
He takes you harder - so hard that your back burns as he moves you up the sheets with the power of his thrusts.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he croons, pushing your wet hair off your forehead.
You nod slowly - fucked out of your mind and drunk for him.
“Say it for me,” he pleads. “Say it, baby.”
“I’m yours.”
Bucky being touch starved seems so real that I wanna cry and I love that you gave him this 💕
Hi I'm a new follower! I've just had a really horrible procedure so I'm tucked up for the evening ready to read your fics :-) I know you don't take requests but if you could ever see yourself writing an intimate, touch starved bucky fic that'd make me feel a whole lot better haha your smut is the best around ;-) xx
okurr since you feel bad, my lovey. here’s a fast one written for you. i didn’t spell check it since i’m at work!
He’s a little off-kilter. All alone except for Steve.
Maybe, Sam, but he’d be loathe to admit it.
Bucky Barnes – One Time Brooklyn Don Juan.
Now, he’s just the soldier. A piece of the Avengers team who hangs back and doesn’t really participate.
You want to fix him – help him. Restore the little, shattered pieces that had once made him James Buchanan Barnes and not the Greatest Assassin in the World.
You hatch a plan. Resolve to slip yourself between his edges and make him smile.
Even if it’s just once.
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Excellent title and I love how you weaved it in at the end. Steve’s struggle was really something else, loved this take on the sex pollen trope.
Make It Love
Request: Sex pollen with Steve Rogers.
Warnings: smut. dub con bc pollen y’feel?
Some things are better left unsaid.
That’s what Steve thinks.
It’s better not to say - “Sweetheart, this is wrong. You can’t consent.” or “Agent - no, I can’t fuck you even though I desperately want to - even though I’ve thought about it ever since you joined.”
“Even though it might save you.”
Steve lifts the package of water bottles, eases it under his arm as he rests his forehead against the motel door. He’s been holed up with you all night - listening to the delirious, broken drone of your voice over the scratchy wheeze of the air conditioning. The skipping click of the ceiling fan.
Steve takes a breath - inhales the damp gasp of post-storm Tenessee. The taste of long grass and his own sweat on his upper lip. The sky is going pink - blushing rose and quiet gold gilding the treetops that frame the deserted road ahead of him. The black SUV they used to get here sits like a lonely monolith in the midst of empty asphalt. He can make out the bullet holes from the mission.
Tiny eyes.
He’s exhausted - mentally taxed because you’re begging has left him completely split between his morals and his cock. He does not know what to do other than go back to you. He shouldn’t leave you alone for so long.
He savors the stillness a minute longer - pushes off the wall with his shoulders. He unlocks the door and as he opens it he can hear your tremulous voice - the soft, torn pleading:
“…need it. Stevie. Need it so bad, Steve. Please. Just…c’mon just fuck me, Cap. Just please fuck me.”
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Nat really is always right. I just really enjoy your writing and your style and this take on this trope!!! Very very sexy!!!
What about Bucky x Reader and sex pollen? I loved Flower Drunk and For always and forever is always for you!
THIS IS PURE SMUT. LITERALLY. JUST. SMUT. Nothing Deeper. HAH.
Bucky glances up at you shyly. Dark hair spilled across his forehead as he tries to blow it out of his face.
“You should put your hair back, Buck,” you advise, long slim fingers working over your gun. “Don’t wanna go blind on the mission hmm?”
He swallows thick - trips up his own tongue. “Yes, ma’m,” he says softly.
It’s so sincere. So bashful. Your stomach tugs down - makes your core tingle just a bit.
Bucky Barnes is illegally gorgeous - stunning, hulking vision of a soldier. Wild eyes and paint bristle lashes. That wide chest, the fine dark hair on his flesh forearm and that silver metallic blade for a left hand. The almost feminine red-pink lips.
He is so far from a boy.
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This Wintersoldier Bucky version makes perfect sense to me and I love how you wrote him. Add in Steve’s potty mouth and a confidence boost, just amazing.
First of all, I'm a HUGE fan of yours. You are an incredible writer and made me fall in love with Reader-inserts. I've read all sorts of pairings that I don't normally read just because you've written them, but my favorite is still the way you write Bucky. It is the BEST. Also, could you please write more shy, sweet ex-WS Bucky, from the sex pollen fic? I am completely smitten with him and you write him so well
A/N: Thank you! Follow up to Sex Pollen
You’d think he’d learn to ask for the things he wants.
Even after the incident. The Great Pollen Fuckfest of ‘24.
Even after he was balls deep in your cunt with you weeping and straining and pleading in his arms like an animal.
No - your Bucky is too polite. He’s too smitten and this is the beginnings of your relationship so everything is in its blush-pink infancy.
First love and all that. The Honeymoon Phase. You want to mold him -shape him. Make him realize that he is yours and you are his and he can ask for anything - anything his heart desires.
Your cunt. Your ass. Your mouth.
It’s all yours, buddy.
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What a neat new way to hurt me 😩 poor baby, I cannot begin to comprehend how he must have felt but I feel you captured it quite beautifully. Also this “You can feel him vibrating, the god inside him thrumming bright under his skin” is fucking poetry.
Request!!- can ou do a smut (Thor x reader) about Thor getting extremely mad that he didn’t go for the he’s and he takes out all his anger on the reader. Due to how hard it was the reader doesn’t speak to thor and confides in Natasha. Leading to Thor being absolutely devastated and ashamed in himself and apologies
okay this is a post-snap, angry thor. it kind of goes with your request but, also kind of got away from me and went in a diff direction…
“Late to the party, little dove,” Thor says – voice dry and brittle as animal bones. The echo of a laugh on the tip of his tongue.
He’s sitting in the corner of his old room at the Compound – legs stretched out in front of him, armor from the battle still holding his torso in place. His left side is burned wickedly. Blood all over his gorgeous face. His arm torn out from his socket and making his back look misshapen.
The physical world isn’t destroyed. Far from it. The grass outside is still green, the trees are shuddering with wind. You wouldn’t know. Couldn’t know.
Unless, you listened closely and heard all of the screams from mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.
Lovers. Lots of dead lovers.
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