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yeah haha my thoughts, like I saw a part named after him but I thought 'oh another friend' and when they slept together I was shocked cuz yk me and Ransom but I do wanna see into that relationship and give it a chance and Steve having a child what????
Desperate Affairs *Thanksgiving*
Summary:聽 It鈥檚 a LONG Thanksgiving
Pairings:聽 Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating:聽 Explicit
Warnings:聽 Explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, D/s vibes, talks of D/s relationship, mentions of PTSD, therapy dog, panic attack, mentions of Andy鈥檚 abuse to reader and Frank, Linda Thrombey, smut, oral sex (M/F receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, slight choking,聽18+ ONLY
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oh gosh that does sound like a lot
Desperate Affairs *Thanksgiving*
Summary:聽 It鈥檚 a LONG Thanksgiving
Pairings:聽 Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating:聽 Explicit
Warnings:聽 Explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, D/s vibes, talks of D/s relationship, mentions of PTSD, therapy dog, panic attack, mentions of Andy鈥檚 abuse to reader and Frank, Linda Thrombey, smut, oral sex (M/F receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, slight choking,聽18+ ONLY
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I think about Andys threats and jealousy?
Desperate Affairs *Thanksgiving*
Summary:聽 It鈥檚 a LONG Thanksgiving
Pairings:聽 Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating:聽 Explicit
Warnings:聽 Explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, D/s vibes, talks of D/s relationship, mentions of PTSD, therapy dog, panic attack, mentions of Andy鈥檚 abuse to reader and Frank, Linda Thrombey, smut, oral sex (M/F receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, slight choking,聽18+ ONLY
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First of all this is a great chapter! second I've been gone for a bit and am a bit confused what's happening right now...
Desperate Affairs *Thanksgiving*
Summary:聽 It鈥檚 a LONG Thanksgiving
Pairings:聽 Curtis Everett X Reader
Rating:聽 Explicit
Warnings:聽 Explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, D/s vibes, talks of D/s relationship, mentions of PTSD, therapy dog, panic attack, mentions of Andy鈥檚 abuse to reader and Frank, Linda Thrombey, smut, oral sex (M/F receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, slight choking,聽18+ ONLY
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ugh I love this!
office hours. [professor!andy barber x reader]
i was in an Andy Barber mood.聽
summary -> while waiting for your boyfriend outside his office, you meet a young man with grievances towards his professor.
warnings -> andy is a professor and a lawyer. professor!andy. student!reader. but reader is not andy鈥檚 student. lots of j names. implied age gap. mentions of sex but no actual smut.
word count -> 950
welcome back, Diane?? whaaat.聽
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Candy-Pink Cream
Day 23 Kinktober prompt: Knifeplay
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky Barnes x Backstage Pass!Steve Rogers x f!reader
Words: 1213
Warnings: Knifeplay, knife kink, scarification, bloodplay, blood kink, blood drinking, blood as lube, piv sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT
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You鈥檙e riding Bucky鈥檚 cock somewhere north of Duluth, and he鈥檚 trying not to nut until he can make you come one more time. With his hands on your thighs and his cheek on your tits; edibles and coke have him feeling like everything is magic. Steve sits next to you with sex hair, and empty balls; his jizz leaking out of Bucky鈥檚 ass onto the ratty tour bus couch.
The way Bucky鈥檚 hands are squeezing bruises onto your thighs makes you moan. Makes you want鈥攏o, need鈥攎ore. A lot more. So you stop pumping your hips to ask, 鈥淢ark me.鈥
鈥淲haddya want, princess?鈥 Bucky slurs.
You huff, and reach behind you to pull the knife Bucky keeps in his boot. You hold it by the point and tap the handle over his sternum.
鈥淢ark me.鈥
Bucky鈥檚 suddenly a lot more attentive, as he always is when the knives come out. He twirls it in his hand until he鈥檚 holding it like the world鈥檚 deadliest pencil. 鈥淲here?鈥
You rub the inside of your thigh, where he was nearly punching a hole through you with his thumb a moment ago. 鈥淗ere,鈥 you say softly.
鈥淲hat?鈥
鈥淲hatever you want,鈥 you moan when his cock throbs inside you.
鈥淎rtery鈥檚 there,鈥 he grunts, even though he鈥檚 already pulling the skin taut with shiny metal fingers, readying it for the knife tip to do its dirty work.
鈥淚 trust you.鈥
It doesn鈥檛 feel like anything at first, pressure, warmth, a gentle pull as Bucky drags the blade downwards. Then the pain settles into the meat, a wet throb that goes right to your cunt. You whimper.
Steve鈥檚 brow creases, 鈥淐areful, Buck.鈥
鈥淜now what I鈥檓 doing.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e hurting her.鈥
鈥淚f you could feel the way her cunt is milking me right now, you鈥檇 know she ain鈥檛 got a problem with that.鈥
Steve鈥檚 blue eyes tip up to your face, and his cock stirs at the moan that bubbles out of you.
鈥淭old ya,鈥 Bucky scoffs.
A fat bead of blood sits on the surface of your skin, and Bucky scoops it up with his vibranium thumb and pops it into his mouth with a hum. Once the surface tension breaks, the blood spills freely over your thigh onto his lap while he continues carving you up like lovers etching their 4evers into the trunk of a tree.
After several minutes, Bucky holds the knife out to Steve, who takes it without discussion. He hunches over your thigh to finish what Bucky started. Your cunt is weeping slick all over Bucky鈥檚 cock, and it鈥檚 everything you can do to hold still with him throbbing and dripping inside you.
Bucky鈥檚 arms are slung over the back of the couch, and he watches you with a lazy gaze. Watches you visibly struggle between the need to stay still when someone has a knife four inches away from your pussy, and the urge to let go and fuck him within an inch of his life.
鈥淒one,鈥 Steve announces, passing the knife back to Bucky.
鈥淥ne more thing,鈥 Bucky says, tossing dark hair out of his eyes before putting the finishing touches on your future scar. 鈥淭here,鈥 he says with a flourish, looking pleased with himself, but also a lot like he wants to devour you.
You tilt forward to examine the forever pact your super soldiers etched into your flesh. A jagged BB and neater SR are nestled together inside a plump little heart.
Bucky鈥檚 thumb drags rough over the raw skin, and you moan a curse. 鈥溾楽 still bleeding鈥,鈥 he observes.
鈥淏ucky,鈥 you whine, circling your hips to remind him how deep his cock is sunk into you, 鈥渇uck me, god.鈥
With a growl, he flips you onto the coffee table directly behind you and starts pounding into you with animal intensity. Each smack of his hips against your ass sends a fresh throb of pain through your carved-up meat.
You realize your eyes are closed when you feel Bucky鈥檚 hair tickle your face. You open to find him curled into a semicircle above you so he can watch his blood-covered cock disappear into your quivering pussy.
Your head thumps back onto the table with a curse. He hauls his eyes back up to yours, a desperate attempt to mediate the animal lust coursing through his veins like madness, and replace it with the care he knows should be there instead.
But you鈥檙e having none of it. 鈥淒on鈥檛 hold back, Bucky,鈥 you purr, tilting your hips up, an engraved invitation to bury himself in you.
Bucky bares his teeth, locking his hands around your thighs, spreading you out, pinning you down. A fresh surge of pain, and a new runnel of crimson winds a path down, to add more thick, sticky copper between your bodies. And it鈥檚 a good thing the bus is empty right now, because the air is so heavy with the salt tang of super soldier jizz, and the cloying aroma of your own bloodletting, it鈥檚 nearly offensive.
The steady beat of his hips against yours grows choppy. 鈥淣eed鈥檛a fucking come, kitten,鈥 he grits out.
鈥溾楳 with you. 鈥楳 right there,鈥 you keen as another squeeze of your raw spot sends shudders through you and throws stars across your vision when you come.
Bucky鈥檚 head falls on your shoulder, eyes still glued to where his messy cock disappears into you. Crimson streaks mixed with candy-pink cream. He smears a hand through the wet mess, and crams four fingers full of it into your mouth.
He curses through gritted teeth when he comes. Fucking into you with shaky strokes until he鈥檚 pushing jizz out around his cock. He roots into you like there鈥檚 some part of you he hasn鈥檛 yet staked his claim on.
Then he鈥檚 gone so fast your head spins, on his knees shoving his tongue into your cunt. Rough and shameless, chasing down the pink cream leaking out of you. He鈥檚 greedily pressing his fingers into you to coax out everything he shoved in deep.
Without Bucky on top of you, you can hear the slick sound of Steve jacking his cock on the couch, his eyes raking over you and Bucky hungrily. Pink-cheeked and tongue between his teeth, he鈥檚 close to coming, but you can鈥檛 do anything about it because Bucky鈥檚 fingers are dragging over your sweet spot, right over the barely-sated ache inside you. Your back arches off the scuffed tabletop with a guttural cry, Bucky humming in satisfaction as you come for him. He laps it all up: the sweet taste of your cream, the brine of his spunk, and layered over it all, the metallic zing of hemoglobin.
He sits down heavily, and pulls you into his lap. The tinge of madness has fled, leaving his eyes bright as the summer sky. Steve is quietly cursing on the couch, hot white stripes of come painted over his tattooed chest.
Bucky works hard to catch his breath. 鈥淒o me next,鈥 he says, eager as a child on Christmas Eve, knife already in hand.
鈥淵ou heal too fast to scar, Buck.鈥
He tucks his hair behind his ear, to remind you of the SR engraved neatly there. 鈥淣ot if you do it over and over and over again,鈥 he groans, cock chubbing up in anticipation.
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You had me crying there馃ゲ馃槶
heavy in your arms
鈥 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 鈥 Summary: It was supposed to be an easy mission鈥攁s a trained spy, rarely do things happen without your predicted planning. No one can see true danger, though, and when it arrives, Bucky and the others feel the weight of their heart, realizing how much you鈥檝e grown to mean for the team when they鈥檙e worrying for your life. 鈥 Word count: 2.8k 鈥 A/n: Requested by the darling Cherry. If you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated & highly encouraged and motivates me to write even more. Mistakes/errors might be here, let me know if you find any.
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Brasov, Romania 鈥 2023
The last thing you hear before stepping on your ear-comms is your name screamed by a very angry James Barnes.
鈥淎gent, status report.鈥 His voice, usually rich and silky with mirth and teasing remarks for you, is filled with desperate anger. 鈥淎gent. Status report.鈥 Even though the strain in his voice is visible, you swallow the pain and bite on your lip, still unable to answer.
If you open your mouth, they'll hear you. If they hear you, the rest of the mission is compromised.
Barnes' voice is joined by Sam's, and your heart squeezes itself with how even the Captain seems distressed.
"Buck鈥攈old on, wait." Sam's ragged breathing says he made out of the secret compound they had locked him in, which means your interference worked. "Y/n. I saw the file you just sent鈥攁re you still at the castle? Please tell me you're still at the castle."
"What do you mean the file? What file? And why wouldn't she be鈥"
"Bucky, hold on," Sam interrupts. "I'm sending you. Widow found a bug and a rat, the mission's been severely compromised. They locked me in this鈥攆uck, I don't know, secret basement thing. She hacked their files and opened the door from the outside, but I'm not getting readings on her location anymore. Y/n, do you copy?"
I do, Captain. You wish saying the words was possible.
Outside the window, there's the noise of cars approaching and you know鈥攖he time to kill your way out of this corner they backed you in has come, and given the hole in Monica's intel, chances of you making out alive were looking grim.
I'll miss him. Usually, thoughts about his smile are pushed out of your mind by yourself in order to not dive into emotions that could potentially jeopardize your job.
Now鈥攜our job has been done. Sam, Bucky and Joaquin could continue the mission, maybe salvage it, and you were two bullet wounds in too deep to care.
"Y/n?" Ah, Bucky's voice. The cars park and you hear the sound engines being killed, and you think鈥攖his is the fuel I need. I've got one last fight in me. Say my name again, James. Please. "Y/N!"
The ear-comm is the only final thing connecting you to the boys, and with your new visitors making their way inside to look for you, it's their last hope of finding the Avengers, led by their main target, Captain America.
Too bad that standing between them and their goal, there's you.
"Y/N!" Has Bucky ever sounded like this? The fuel ignites your veins in fire, and you get up, stepping in the comm.
You close your eyes, imagine James laughing at the breakfast table, and open them to face your enemies.
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A year and a half ago, Captain America and the White Wolf helped Stephen Strange to save Scarlet Witch from dooming their entire world and reality and, after the battle, brought back from the dead the institution of the Avengers.
Led by Sam Wilson, the group of super-heroes birthed itself from the ashes with team members who seemed much more put together and like willing participants than the first try.
The Widows reunited in a secret location for a special reunion and, in the dark of a cabin somewhere in Siberia with over five bottles of good vodka and whiskey being shared, decided together if one of them would volunteer to take the place of the deceased and iconic Natasha Romanoff.
The conversation had been long, tiring and heartbreaking for many reasons, but the majority came to the same conclusion: Romanoff's legacy mattered.
It mattered to the kids, to the little girls who would see a new group of supers on their TV trying to fight the bad and needed the reminder that even if you had no mind-bending abilities like Scarlet, you too could decide to change the world.
It mattered a lot.
Taking the position involved more than just sentimentalism, though, and after a lot of deliberation, a unanimous decision was reached on who would be the one to step up for the job.
You.
Y/n. The newest Black Widow, hired by none other than Nick Fury and "approved" by none other than Sam Wilson.
The teammates loved you upon meeting you. Sam, Joaquin, and Wanda all smiled when Nick walked in the briefing and announced he'd found the newest and last addition to the team.
(Officially, Stephen, Peter and Thor were also Avengers, but the first one mostly kept to himself since his job as a Stone Keeper took up a lot of his time and required plenty of studying, the latter could only be contacted when he decided to grace Earth with his godly presence, and Peter. Well鈥攜ou'd been an advocate to Nick that the boy needed time away from insanity. Brooklyn needed him鈥攖he world and its big, ugly missions could be handled by the adults.)
All the members sitting at the table smiled, waved and introduced themselves with delight.
All except for one.
James looked at you like he'd seen a ghost, and it took weeks for whatever haunted him to leave his eyes when you shared a room.
He intrigued you.
More than that鈥擩ames surprised you.
"Widow. I'm sorry I haven't been... the most welcoming teammate," James had said that to you after the first month while awkwardly standing under the threshold of the shared kitchen. "I... Sam gave me file of the Red Room. Romanoff and Belova's secret mission. I鈥擨 had no idea that program still existed." He swallowed down a visible knot. "I'm sorry. I should've鈥擨 don't know what I should have, but I'm sorry."
That had been the first surprise, but not the last.
It had also been the moment you realized escaping from the infatuation you had with him would be impossible, and that you'd have to rationalize the hell out of every interaction with him in order to keep your thoughts strictly professional.
"What on earth are you apologizing for?" You had asked.
Bucky had blinked in surprise, speechless, and you'd taken the opportunity to continue. "James, listen to me carefully." His posture straightened with your request. "The previous Widow generation who trained me were the last ones trained by him. By the Asset. And while memories of the Red Room are ones I prefer buried and forgotten, these I'll share with you gladly: All of us, new or old Widows, knew that you were one of us. You, James, survived and went through more in the hands of Hydra than any other person that's lived, and you still managed to carry out the tasks the handlers demanded out of you without their strokes of cruelty. The Asset was known for helping Widows in their lowest moments, even if that cost him punishments later on."
With each one of your words, Bucky's eyes widened more.
"I don't know what you think that we think of you, but I can assure you that's not it." Then, you took a deep breath and put on your best image of what a genuine smile looked like. "And鈥攑lease. Call me Y/n? Or I might have to start calling you Wolfie around this block."
That day, you were gifted with his first smile.
It had been so kind and appreciative that it almost broke your resolve and cracked a real smile out of you, and that had also been when you noticed the danger this man posed to you.
Was it your fascination with the Soldier?
It could be.
Days were spent restlessly turning in bed, wondering if the foggy and uncertain memories you had of Widows talking so fondly and reverently of him was affecting your judgment and ability to see clearly.
James, more than just a teammate, was also more than the ghosts he carried. He didn't deserve someone projecting their childish infatuations on him over bedtime stories they'd heard about the 'soldier they never managed to break.'
You had to be professional.
It's just鈥攊t was hard.
Even harder as the group went on missions together, bonded over successes and fails (more of the first than the latter, thankfully and to Nick's utmost pleasure) and did good things together.
Saving people and erasing some of the bad from this world rushed endorphins through the body like nothing else.
Nothing you tried, no exercise or food, ever brought you as much joy as working the people who you now lived with.
Nothing, except maybe making James laugh so hard he couldn't breathe, or seeing him blush when you gave him a rare and honest compliment.
James goes from teammate to colleague, from colleague to friend, from friend to person who occasionally pops up in my dreams and makes me wake up sweating, with not enough air in my lungs and my brain spinning with images of them holding me and smiling so up close.
The last development carried the most... difficulties, for obvious reasons.
So for the past months, part of your work had included talking yourself down from things involving him.
James needed a teammate of trust. Reliable. One who he would have no doubts about, sure of the fact they were watching his six and looking after him much like he did for the group.
You were the group's six.
That meant no dreams of his kissable lips, his joyous and youthful laughter, his ocean-blue eyes that looked good enough for a swim during mornings when the sun was shining just right.
That meant remembering constantly the dangers of letting yourself feel.
Black Widows were not meant for romance.
Bucky Barnes deserved a steady girl he could take on dates, you thought. He deserved so much, and you knew it couldn't possibly come from you, so it was easy to keep your mind on track.
That went well, until Romania.
One bug and one rat鈥攜ou'd discovered the holes in Monica's intel thirteen minutes before Sam had been taken and Joaquin was left alone to handle the second part of this high-stake mission, so you'd taken matters into your own hands and took care of their six for them.
The window of time was clear: You could save Sam and have no time left to save yourself, or you could give Sam a window and have enough time to let Joaquin know of your location.
You were the Avengers' blind corner, and no one was making out of Romania with Sam Wilson on their trunk.
You'd taken the plunge, and if that meant two bullet wounds and three cars of highly-trained assassins coming to get you, then so be it.
This had been a high-stake mission from the start. Freeing Sam only meant you upped the chances of your team even through the loopholes.
Whether the Queen's agents managed to terminate you or not, you had allowed the road for the Avengers to win this one.
You'd go down for that easily.
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Sovata, Romania 鈥 2023.
Smuggling yourself with the food-produce trucks had been easy.
Staying alive for another 24h without any help had been the tricky part.
You were hiding now in a cabin lost in a small wood in Sovata, and you knew that only because you'd found the local mail post after a little searching.
From there, you could send an anonymous e-mail to Joaquin's inbox with the secret hint for your location, and then, hope to god he catches it in his spam box and Bucky decodes it before you bleed out to death or get an infection your body can no longer fight.
From your math, it had been 37 hours since the group split.
You hoped they were okay.
You were sweating, and something told you that the bullet wound which had entered your stomach area punctured something inside of you.
The medical training engraved in your brain was only enough to access the parts hurting and tell you what needed to be addressed, but not enough to tell you if you were gonna make it.
Y/n.
Bucky's voice had sounded so desperate.
You slide further down on the floor, clutching the stolen hoodie in your fists, trying to fight the dizziness.
Agent, status report.
You missed his voice.
If you were going to die, the least you could do was allow yourself the benefit of hearing his laughter, and thinking about his smile without beating yourself up for it.
He wouldn't care.
Would they care if you died?
Had you made a difference in their lives?
You'd like to think so.
You wanted to believe that Wanda liked you, given her occasional visits to your room.
You wanted to believe Sam appreciated you鈥攅ven went as far as considering you a friend. You certainly valued his heart and field expertise, and he always asked for your opinion second after Bucky's.
You wanted to believe Joaquin and Peter would miss your friendly teasing and banter, always poking at their nerdiness and young, gentle hearts. They were slightly terrified of you, but always smiled when you showed up for their game nights.
Would they look for you until they found you?
Nick Fury loved Natasha Romanoff like his own daughter, but he'd barely looked at you whenever you entered a room. It hurt your feelings a lot鈥攜ou could admit that to yourself now through the delirium and the pain, but maybe you were just another pawn to him.
A disposable Widow, coming from a place that created many.
You were no Natasha, that much you knew.
Something steps in the wooden floor on the cabin's first floor and you clutch the knife tighter on your right hand.
Someone was here, and if they thought finding a dying girl was their lucky they, the surprise they might find when attacking a dying spider would blow the brains out of their mind.
Instead of stabbing someone's eye, your swimming vision finds the frame of the one person you'd been thinking about since everything went down.
"Y/n!"
Bucky is here, and oh no.
"No, no, no鈥擲am, I got her, it was Sovata." There are arms wrapped tight around you, and the knife on your hand is taken away by stronger fingers. "Y/n. Y/n open your eyes."
When had they closed?
"You found me," you tell him. You're happy they found you鈥攎aybe there's time. "Thanks, Bucky."
"Sam, get Nick on the line and make him get a jet. We need to get her into special care right now, she's going into shock and the鈥擸/n? Y/n, please keep your eyes open."
His voice is so nice that all you can do is obey.
Opening them is a mistake, though.
Bucky's the one holding you鈥攐h! That's nice. Bucky is strong, and you don't feel so cold anymore with his arms around you. Even the metal arm that you can feel through his clothes seem warmer than you, and you realize that's probably because right now, it is.
"Y/n, please, please keep your eyes open." There's a crack in James's voice that brings a chill in your spine, and you want the sadness stored in that crack to go away. Bucky should away be happy. "Oh, god, please stop talking, I can't鈥攜ou can't do this like this. Not like this."
His voice is sounding a little distant, but that's okay鈥擝ucky's always been a good thing to ground your mind in 'cause everything about him is so bright and warm.
The crinkles on the corner of his eyes exude the warmth of a summer afternoon, his laughter is the fireplace that keeps a house happy in winter, and his eyes.
Oh, Bucky's eyes have enough in them to make a poet out of a trained assassin.
"If you weren't trying to die on my arms right now I'd make fun of you for complimenting my eyes when the whole team can listen, but you're heavy and I'm way past jokes right now." Did he just say you're heavy?
You force your eyes open鈥攜our entire body aches, and there's no gravity under you because Bucky's carrying your body bridal-style somewhere else, and the trees blur together behind his head.
"Oh, thank fuck," he exhales shakily, and the tears in his voice make you wish you had yours.
"Bucky..."
"Yeah? I'm here. What is it? Sam is coming, Y/n. We're gonna fly you to a hospital, okay? Don't strain yourself," he tells you. He's crying.
Bucky Barnes is crying because you're dying in his arms, but the last part bothers you less than the first one.
Listening to his voice break in certain words hurts almost as much as the bullets holes in you or the stab wounds you know are still open on your body.
Still. Telling him this is important. And it's no strain.
"You..." your mouth feels like sandpaper, but the words still taste sweet. "You... are... the best guy... I've ever met."
There's a broken sob above you that feels like another gunshot, but you have to finish this because it's important. "And... you're... so good."
The feeling of your tears washing your temples are the last thing you feel before darkness takes over.
Even Bucky's broken scream of your name goes unheard.
Still鈥攜ou're in his arms.
It's the most peaceful sleep you've ever slid to.
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I came to realise that I have much more fun writing longer fics and not posting everyday or every two days. I like this project (kinktober) but I'm not someone who loves writing smut, sometimes I like it and your reactions but I'm much more involved in fluff or angst. sadly now days most of you only read smut and not anything else much.
I saw that with some of my fics that the smut got most attention or maybe I'm just bad at writing fluff.
I'm not going to stop this project but I also won't do it again, there may be specials like for Halloween (although I'm late when I will do it in November) or Christmas but not a whole ass month, maybe blurbs or imagine.
given that I'm not a fan of writing a month before the event and than posting it, I will always write fresh for you but it gets exhausting after writing smut everyday.
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饾憙饾憿饾憼饾憼饾懄 饾惛饾憥饾憽饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 饾惗饾拤饾憻饾憱饾憼 饾惛饾懀饾憥饾憶饾憼
饾憙饾憥饾憱饾憻饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 Chris Evans x Fem!reader
饾憡饾憥饾憻饾憶饾憱饾憶饾憯饾憼 鈥 SMUT, pussy eating, oral (female receiving)
饾憡饾憸饾憻饾憫 鈥 will be an extra post, *not my gif, reblog and leave a comment!
鈥 KINKTOBER
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鈥濶o panties sweetheart?鈥 Chris asked a sly smile playing on his lips as he palms you between your thighs.
鈥淵ou know I don鈥檛 like them鈥︹ You answered him catching your breath at the feeling. 鈥淣either do I.鈥
Chris didn鈥檛 do anything further expecting you to lead this new adventure. You bucked your hips a little, rubbing yourself against his palm.
鈥淭ake what you want.鈥 He mused. Tired from his words you took his head pushing his head between your thighs.
Chris shoved your skirt up revealing your glistening pussy.
The way Chris always looked at your cunt was something you would pay a million just to frame it into a picture. The thought was silly and maybe it was only the sex talking.
His hands gripped your flesh spreading your legs wider as he dragged his tounge over your clit to your leaking hole that was waiting for his attention.
Chris fucks you with his tounge driving your pleasure higher.
鈥淥h fuck鈥撯 His mouth hovered over your clit before he began sucking while he shoved two fingers inside you with such a force that it made you lift your hips of the bed.
A smirk lingered on Chris lips and his hand moved to your pelvis pressing it down on the soft sheets of the bed. His fingers shifted inside of you while giving your clit long pulls. Chris fingers pulsed against you G-spot.
鈥淐hris!鈥 You yelled as Chris made you hit your peak. Falling against the cushions trying to catch your breath.
鈥淥pen your mouth for me, baby.鈥 His long fingers covered with your juice entered your mouth. 鈥淪uck.鈥 Chris ordered with a glare. Your clit began pulsing on its own at his deep voice.
饾憞饾憥饾憯饾憼 鈥
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Thank you so much!!!!
Fic Rec Masterlist
(September-ongoing)
Here are the fics I read & liked from last month until now. I will keep updating this list till the end of this month.
WARNING: 18+ ONLY, if you interact with this post and you are below 18 or your age isn't in your bio, you will be blocked. Also most of these are smut sooo make sure you read the warnings.
Please let me know if a link is broken, I haven't tagged the correct author or you'd like something removed. Thank you!
All my Fic Rec Masterlists 2021
CHRIS EVANS
their whole masterlist tbh @balenciagabucky
Certain Things by @mycapt-ohcapt-writes
sweet tooth by @youlightmeupfinn
a starting point & point of no return (series) by @ramp-it-up
Sorry, Not Sorry by @ramp-it-up
this drabble(?) by @ozarkthedog
ANDY BARBER
morning sex by @sconnie-doesnt-know
Degradation by @sstan-hoe
A Younger Model by @chuckbass-love
Restitution Series Masterlist (Ongoing) by @universitypenguin (one of my favourites) (reader x andy barber, reader x ari levinson, reader x steve rogers)
Just A Trim by @marvelouscharlie24
ARI LEVINSON
stoner sex(?) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
STEVE ROGERS
dark side by @agentofbarnes
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@johndeaconshands @bbqsauceonmyt1tties @oops-aquarius @michaelneedssomemilk @tenaciousperfectionunknown @amelia-song-pond @thegirlnextdoorssister @chrisevanseagletattoo @0mrs-evans0 @slutforchrisevens @amy-ntzk @lanablakee
饾惗饾憸饾憪饾憳饾懁饾憥饾憻饾憵饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 饾憛饾憥饾憶饾憼饾憸饾憵 饾惙饾憻饾懄饾憼饾憫饾憥饾憴饾憭
饾憙饾憥饾憱饾憻饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 Ransom Drysdale x Fem!reader
饾憡饾憥饾憻饾憶饾憱饾憶饾憯饾憼 鈥 sexual content, cockwarming, p in v (wrap it before you tap it)
饾憡饾憸饾憻饾憫 鈥 I hope u guys don't mind these shortys, *not my gif, reblog and comment!
鈥 KINKTOBER
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Since Ransom took a position in Harlan鈥檚 firm, he became busy and took long office hours. One side you were more proud of him that he finally took responsibility however you missed your mouthy asshole of a boyfriend with his sarcastic comments and talent of cooking.
Ransom sat in his office as the clock stroke one am. His head was bowed over a file of a new author who wanted to sell his first book. Ransom had read the book himself and to you to get a second opinion.
Both of you thought it was trash, but Ransom couldn鈥檛 get the thought out of his head 鈥榳hat if people love it?鈥. He was the one who had to decide to either make it or not.
A soft knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. 鈥淐ome in.鈥 He muttered, the door cracked open revealing you in one of Ransom sweaters.
Ransom lifted his head watching you as you stumbled over to him in tired state. You yawned covering your mouth with his sleeve. 鈥淏uttercup shouldn鈥檛 you be in bed?鈥 He whispered while pulling you on his lap.
鈥溾檓issed you.鈥 You mumbled curling against him. Ransom鈥檚 hand brushing through your hair. 鈥渘eed 鈥榦u.鈥 Your hips slowly moved over his groin which made Ransom smile.
鈥淚 have to finish this buttercup鈥ut how 鈥榖out you keep me warm?鈥 You gave him a tired nod before you were shifted to the side. Ransom unzipped his trousers and lifted your hips, letting you slowly down on him.
You released a satisfied hum as you put your head on Ransom鈥檚 shoulder.
鈥淚 love you buttercup, gripping me so tight.鈥 You barley catched on his words. 鈥淕onna finish that and then make ya feel good, promise.鈥 Ransom smoothed down your back while you slowly welcomed the sleep.
鈥淵ou already makin鈥 me feel good.鈥 You whispered before the sleep overcame you fully.
饾憞饾憥饾憯饾憼 鈥
@slut-for-bucky-barnes @thehuntresswolf @til-my-feet-are-wet @tomhoelland01 @kaiparker-avengerssmut @evans-cavill @emmygrey21 @originalpeacetriumph @disappointmentofthefam @excellentbecca @buckyxxrogers @anythingandeverything97 @buckysbabydolldude @poetic-heart @iambeeee @browneyedgirl365 @satzukim @xealia @patzammit @jeeperky @everything-burns-down @liz-owl @honeyyxashes @maybe-a-bi-witch @bluemoonyumi @slutforchrisjamalevans @buckysbae @sunflowerfive @lewisjada03 @queenofthepouges @harrysthiccthighss @znylxcevans @iwannabekilledtwice @hallecarey1 @nostxlgia18 @multixfandomwriter @bunnyrecs @wednesdayaddamsmood @idfkgabby @miniaturesuitcasevoidstudent @yourssincerelytae @ambrosia-bloom @oliviabelova @fantasymindz @divinelycevans @moony-is-bae @mrs-brekker15 @motherbarnes @lxdyred @justreadingficsdontmindme
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饾惗饾憸饾憪饾憳饾懁饾憥饾憻饾憵饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 饾憛饾憥饾憶饾憼饾憸饾憵 饾惙饾憻饾懄饾憼饾憫饾憥饾憴饾憭
饾憙饾憥饾憱饾憻饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 Ransom Drysdale x Fem!reader
饾憡饾憥饾憻饾憶饾憱饾憶饾憯饾憼 鈥 sexual content, cockwarming, p in v (wrap it before you tap it)
饾憡饾憸饾憻饾憫 鈥 I hope u guys don't mind these shortys, *not my gif, reblog and comment!
鈥 KINKTOBER
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Since Ransom took a position in Harlan鈥檚 firm, he became busy and took long office hours. One side you were more proud of him that he finally took responsibility however you missed your mouthy asshole of a boyfriend with his sarcastic comments and talent of cooking.
Ransom sat in his office as the clock stroke one am. His head was bowed over a file of a new author who wanted to sell his first book. Ransom had read the book himself and to you to get a second opinion.
Both of you thought it was trash, but Ransom couldn鈥檛 get the thought out of his head 鈥榳hat if people love it?鈥. He was the one who had to decide to either make it or not.
A soft knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. 鈥淐ome in.鈥 He muttered, the door cracked open revealing you in one of Ransom sweaters.
Ransom lifted his head watching you as you stumbled over to him in tired state. You yawned covering your mouth with his sleeve. 鈥淏uttercup shouldn鈥檛 you be in bed?鈥 He whispered while pulling you on his lap.
鈥溾檓issed you.鈥 You mumbled curling against him. Ransom鈥檚 hand brushing through your hair. 鈥渘eed 鈥榦u.鈥 Your hips slowly moved over his groin which made Ransom smile.
鈥淚 have to finish this buttercup鈥ut how 鈥榖out you keep me warm?鈥 You gave him a tired nod before you were shifted to the side. Ransom unzipped his trousers and lifted your hips, letting you slowly down on him.
You released a satisfied hum as you put your head on Ransom鈥檚 shoulder.
鈥淚 love you buttercup, gripping me so tight.鈥 You barley catched on his words. 鈥淕onna finish that and then make ya feel good, promise.鈥 Ransom smoothed down your back while you slowly welcomed the sleep.
鈥淵ou already makin鈥 me feel good.鈥 You whispered before the sleep overcame you fully.
饾憞饾憥饾憯饾憼 鈥
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I'm sorry for not posting the Kinktover fic today, I really wanted to write but the time just flew by and I know that I could have been more productive. the fic will come for sure tho
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I may not know why you send me this but I fucking love it! it's so cute, and fluffy like a pillow cloude
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饾憙饾憻饾憥饾憱饾憼饾憭 饾惥饾憱饾憶饾憳 鈥 饾憜饾憽饾憭饾懀饾憭 饾憛饾憸饾憯饾憭饾憻饾憼
饾憙饾憥饾憱饾憻饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
饾憡饾憥饾憻饾憶饾憱饾憶饾憯饾憼 鈥 NO SMUT, praise kink, slight Daddy kink, dd/gl dynamic if you squint
饾憡饾憸饾憻饾憫 鈥 for this one I was going for a way to show it also goes non sexual and we're actually at the point at how I wanted to make the Kinktober with short little fics and no big ass long books haha, *not my gif, reblog and comment!
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鈥濭ood girl.鈥 Steve smirked as you drank the full glass of medicine. A cough left you鈥檙e your mouth caused by the disgusting taste of the medicine.
鈥淭hat tastes like an old shoe!鈥 You complained as you crouched your nose. 鈥淎nd it smells like it.鈥 You added, Steve chuckled at your reaction. Like a little child getting a cold.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e doing so good for me sweetheart.鈥 He told with a kind smile, taking your hand in his hand his thumb caressed the knuckles.
A few day back Steve took you on a walk around the central park, it was a cold day and he told you to put on something with more warmth than the lazy red sweater he gifted you to Christmas.
鈥淪top the sweet talk. Its鈥檚 your fault I鈥檓 sick!鈥 You accused him with pointed finger. Steve raised his eyebrows in warning manner which you did not even realise he had until meeting his gaze that held proving glint in them.
鈥淢y fault鈥?鈥 He trailed of his grip on your hand tightening. 鈥淪ay that again.鈥 Demanding laced in his voice.
鈥淪orry daddy, you鈥檙e right it was my fault I wouldn鈥檛 listen.鈥 You mumbled not having the confidence to meet his eyes as he still had the proving look that hid the disapointment perfectly.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 right you are at fault, and you know good girls only tell the truth.鈥 Steve finger slipped under your chin raising it up. 鈥淚 am sorry daddy.鈥 The apology rolled over your tounge as easy a sharp knife cutting paper.
鈥淕ood girl, you were doing so good for me. You don鈥檛 want to disappoint me again do you love?鈥 Steve softly questioned and you instantly shook your head. 鈥淣o, of course not daddy.鈥
鈥淕ood, you鈥檙e gonna be such a good perfectly girl for me because you listen to me so well.鈥
饾憞饾憥饾憯饾憼 鈥
@adventurer1789 @slut-for-bucky-barnes @thehuntresswolf @wandalosthervision @til-my-feet-are-wet @tomhoelland01 @kaiparker-avengerssmut @cyeh1123 @evans-cavill @emmygrey21 @disappointmentofthefam @learning-howto-be-myselfx3 @buckyxxrogers @anythingandeverything97 @wydtrina @buckysbabydolldude @poetic-heart @iambeeee @browneyedgirl365 @satzukim @xealia @patzammit @jeeperky @everything-burns-down @liz-owl @honeyyxashes @bluemoonyumi @slutforchrisjamalevans @buckysbae @lewisjada03 @queenofthepouges @harrysthiccthighss @melissad1974 @znylxcevans @iwannabekilledtwice @thats-a-little-fruity @hallecarey1 @maybe-a-bi-witch @nostxlgia18 @slutforchrisjamalevans @multixfandomwriter @sunflowerfive @bunnyrecs @wednesdayaddamsmood @idfkgabby @miniaturesuitcasevoidstudent @yourssincerelytae @ambrosia-bloom @oliviabelova
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饾憙饾憻饾憥饾憱饾憼饾憭 饾惥饾憱饾憶饾憳 鈥 饾憜饾憽饾憭饾懀饾憭 饾憛饾憸饾憯饾憭饾憻饾憼
饾憙饾憥饾憱饾憻饾憱饾憶饾憯 鈥 Steve Rogers x Fem!reader
饾憡饾憥饾憻饾憶饾憱饾憶饾憯饾憼 鈥 NO SMUT, praise kink, slight Daddy kink, dd/gl dynamic if you squint
饾憡饾憸饾憻饾憫 鈥 for this one I was going for a way to show it also goes non sexual and we're actually at the point at how I wanted to make the Kinktober with short little fics and no big ass long books haha, *not my gif, reblog and comment!
鈥 KINKTOBER
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鈥濭ood girl.鈥 Steve smirked as you drank the full glass of medicine. A cough left you鈥檙e your mouth caused by the disgusting taste of the medicine.
鈥淭hat tastes like an old shoe!鈥 You complained as you crouched your nose. 鈥淎nd it smells like it.鈥 You added, Steve chuckled at your reaction. Like a little child getting a cold.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e doing so good for me sweetheart.鈥 He told with a kind smile, taking your hand in his hand his thumb caressed the knuckles.
A few day back Steve took you on a walk around the central park, it was a cold day and he told you to put on something with more warmth than the lazy red sweater he gifted you to Christmas.
鈥淪top the sweet talk. Its鈥檚 your fault I鈥檓 sick!鈥 You accused him with pointed finger. Steve raised his eyebrows in warning manner which you did not even realise he had until meeting his gaze that held proving glint in them.
鈥淢y fault鈥?鈥 He trailed of his grip on your hand tightening. 鈥淪ay that again.鈥 Demanding laced in his voice.
鈥淪orry daddy, you鈥檙e right it was my fault I wouldn鈥檛 listen.鈥 You mumbled not having the confidence to meet his eyes as he still had the proving look that hid the disapointment perfectly.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 right you are at fault, and you know good girls only tell the truth.鈥 Steve finger slipped under your chin raising it up. 鈥淚 am sorry daddy.鈥 The apology rolled over your tounge as easy a sharp knife cutting paper.
鈥淕ood girl, you were doing so good for me. You don鈥檛 want to disappoint me again do you love?鈥 Steve softly questioned and you instantly shook your head. 鈥淣o, of course not daddy.鈥
鈥淕ood, you鈥檙e gonna be such a good perfectly girl for me because you listen to me so well.鈥
饾憞饾憥饾憯饾憼 鈥
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