#dbf 70s

[david-bowie-flowers]

(1975)

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Bowie by Steve Schapiro flowers by layeredvintage

#bowie #David Bowie #david bowie and flowers #dbf #dbf 70s #DBF Multicolor #flowers #plants #mix #anemone #ranunculus #peonies #lilac #sweet pea #steve schapiro

[captainfern]

Damnnnn, 70% of y’all want to see reader getting caught ? That’s crazzyyyy.. me too

Feed us captain 👩‍🦯

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Anonymous asked:

I know recs are closed but that's crazy that anon requested inexperienced reader with Gaz/Price bc I was gonna request inexperienced reader with Price where he talks her through/teaches her how to ride him 💀

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Marigold pt. 5

dbf!Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Marigold” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you and price get caught. let's see how this goes lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.1k • warnings - fem!reader, dad’sbestfriend!price, established relationship?, age gap [whatever you want it to be as long as it's legal lmao], unprotected piv, you go for a ride, praise, soft!price, this starts with smut then ends with plot? idk, strong language

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It had been about nine months since you and Price had been "together". Together was a bit of a stretch, but it had been just over nine months since you both began fucking each other, and fucking no one else besides each other. That was basically together, right?

With your dad out of the house for the day, you had invited Price around. You missed him. And although you had the intentions of just spending a cozy, lazy day with him, that idea flew out the window as soon as he walked through your bedroom door.

So you now find yourself straddling Price as he leans up against your headboard, his large hands on your hips. You have your hands on his shoulders as he slowly sinks you onto his cock, a soft groan passing through his lips. You keen, moaning desperately as he fills you slowly. It's almost too slow.

His cock drags along your walls, inching further and further. Price doesn't let you take control until the head of his cock nestles taut against your cervix, your clit flush with the thatch of hair around the base of his length.

You whimpered loudly as he grinds you against him, your body automatically listening to his non-verbal commands. The movements shoot hot bursts into the depths of your womb, swirling around the base of your tummy, your legs clamping tight around his lap.

"Come on then, sweetheart. Want you to ride me," he whispered, nosing the soft skin beneath your ear. "You can do that, can't you?"

You whimpered again, muscles already tired. After all, he had just dragged three orgasms from you five minutes ago. Two with his mouth, another with his fingers.

He kissed up the column of your throat as you attempted to drag yourself against him, but you whimpered for a third time when you couldn't be fucking bothered. Muscles, orgasm-lax. Core, fluttering and pulsing around him.

"Tired, sweetheart?" Price cooed gently, taking hold of your hips once more. "S'all right. I'll help you. I'll teach you."

He began to move you with his hands, pushing and pulling your hips in a fluid movement. He dragged you up and down gently, too, and you felt overstimulated at the feel of his hard cock against your slick walls. You whined at Price's gentle pace, and at the fact you could feel everything.

Your slick hole was a fluttering mess around him, making Price groan deeply into your neck, where he continued to suck bruises along the sensitive flesh. He rocked you against him, side to side, up and down. His grip was tight, but he was so gentle. He guided you through it, speaking softly, nothing more than a whisper as he praised you.

"Good girl, there you go. Just like that," he murmured, peppering kisses along your collarbone now. "Feel's so good. Making me feel so good."

You hummed a moan, scared that it would turn into another loud whimper. Price detached from your collarbone and placed his mouth to yours, kissing you slow. It lacked definitive movement, your lips smoothing together, smearing saliva as his tongue swiped against yours. You whined, your clit stimulated as he ground you against his pelvis.

"Perfect girl, sweetheart. My perfect girl. S'that feel good? You feel good, baby?"

You nodded, eyelids drooping. His cock was warm and heavy inside you, knocking firmly at the plug of your womb. Your arousal pooled around his cock and out of your cunt, stretched wide around him and glistening with the remnants of three orgasms already.

Your fourth one was already building. Buzzing like static in your lower abdomen, blooming into heat that made your legs tremble around Price's lap. His grip on you tightened, and he watched you as your face contorted in pleasure— eyes closing, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

"Feels so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

"J-John..."

It was always when you were the most overstimulated, the most desperate, that his first name slipped out. And he fucking loved it, which is probably why he was so intent on getting multiple orgasms out of you each time you slept together.

"You can come, pretty girl. You want to come 'round my cock, yeah? Go on then, let go for me, sweetheart. Want to feel you come 'round me."

You moaned quietly as your orgasm rocked through you. You sobbed out in pleasure, the sting of pleasurable tears at the back of your eyes as you came around his cock. Your cunt squeezed him tight, and he grunted softly, continuing to fuck his cock into you as you fell lax against him.

"That's it, that's it, 'atta girl, so fucking good for me," he mumbled, thrusting into you a bit harder now, your arms clinging to his shoulders. "Such a good girl, baby. Did so well. 'M so proud of you, sweetheart."

You sobbed against his shoulder, body burning up. It felt so good. You were growing dizzy, overstimulation blanketing you. But Price kept you grounded.

"M'coming, m'coming, fucking hell..." He dragged out, grunting. He came deep inside you, filling you full and warm. You whimpered out, and he rubbed his hands down your back, soothing you.

You both fizzled down from your highs together, evening your breathing in silence. Soon after, Price lifted you from his lap and tucked you beneath your bedsheets, placing a kiss to your temple.

"Get some rest." He told you, before he was disappearing into your bathroom.

He had a quick shower, scrubbing himself using your body wash. He liked to smell like you. It was his favourite smell besides his own cologne. After, he wrapped a towel around his waist and, with his stomach grumbling, headed downstairs in search of something to eat.

He settled for some cereal, and ate it leaning against the kitchen counter. He wanted to eat with you, but the way you passed out as soon as he tucked you into bed made him stay downstairs, not wanting to disturb you further.

Halfway through his cereal, Price heard a car come up the driveway. He paused, spoon near his lips, listening as the engine stopped and a door open and closed. Footsteps, paired with a distinct humming.

Price lowered his spoon, sighing.

Your dad. Home early. Of course he was.

Now, Price knew that eventually, eventually, he'd come out and tell your dad— his best mate— that you and him were seeing each other. He just didn't expect it to be today. When he was wearing nothing but a towel. Eating cereal in your kitchen. You asleep and naked upstairs.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." His own words echoed around his head.

I guess today was the day he was crossing that fucking bridge.

Your dad entered the kitchen, humming happily to himself, but pulled up short when he saw Price in the kitchen. Price nodded in greeting, continuing to eat his cereal.

"Price, mate, what're you doing here?" Your dad smiled. "And... in a towel? Eating my cereal..."

Price shrugged. "Just thought I'd stop by. I... need to talk to you about something anyway."

"What's up?" Your dad asked, settling onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island across from Price. He looked Price up and down, letting out a low whistle. "Price, mate, how are you still in such good shape?"

Price chuckled. "That good ol' military physique, eh?"

Your dad chuckled too, his eyes on Price's neck. He laughed again, pointing to his own neck in a slightly awkward gesture. "You didn't tell me you had a lady?"

Hickeys.

Fuck.

Price cleared his throat. "That's... what I wanted to talk to you about."

He put his bowl of cereal in the sink adjacent, appetite gone. Your dad waited patiently for him to continue, a small smile on his lips.

"I've... been seeing this woman for about nine months now," Price said. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I genuinely couldn't imagine my life without her."

"Aww, how sweet." Your dad pouted, then chuckled softly. "D'you love her?"

"I do, yeah. I love her so much," Price ignored the emotion he could feel building up in the back of his throat. "There's just... a couple things I think you should know."

"You don't need my permission to date people anymore, Price. We're not twenty anymore," your dad said. "Unless it's my ex-wife. That would be deeply concerning."

"It is definitely not your ex-wife." Price replied.

"Good!" Your dad laughed. "So, do I know her?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Oh, really? Who?"

Price cleared his throat.

"Price, mate?"

Price sighed. "It's... fucking hell, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for—?"

"It's your daughter," Price said quickly. "I'm dating your daughter."

Your dad's mouth hung agape, and silence filled the kitchen. Price kept your dads gaze as best he could. He was fucking scared.

Your dad closed his mouth, and slowly got out of his seat. Price held a hand towards him, a gesture to take it easy and hold on for a second.

"My... daughter?" Your dad spoke lowly.

"Yeah... yes, fuck, I'm sorry, mate, this is not how I wanted to tell you—"

"You're dating my daughter?"

Price nodded. "I love her. I feel like such a shitty fucking friend, but I'm in love with her. I'm serious when I said she's the best thing to ever happen to me—"

"Price, I know you're my best friend," your dad was rounding the kitchen island now. "But I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Fair enough." Price said, and ran.

Your dad chased after him, Price holding his towel up as he sprinted out of the kitchen. He skidded into the hallway, careful not to slip on the hardwood floors, and flew up the stairs. Your dad was right behind.

"Price, you fucking bastard!" Your dad shouted. "My daughter? Of all fucking people?"

"I told you I'm sorry!" Price yelled back, reaching the top of the stairs. "I'm in love with her!"

"Like fuck you are!" Your dad growled as Price slammed into the door of your bedroom and tumbled inside.

Luckily, you were awake and dressed, shocked by the commotion. Price hit the ground, still holding desperately onto the towel around his waist, and your dad stepped over him. He pulled his pistol out of his belt and jammed it beneath Price's jaw.

Well, that fucking escalated.

"Dad! Stop!" You shouted, scrambling off your bed and diving to the floor, literally throwing yourself on top of Price and knocking your dads arm away.

Your dad backed up, fuming.

"You're dating John?" He breathed deeply, out of breath. He gripped his pistol, knuckles tight around it.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Price's bare chest beneath your hands. "I am."

Your dad cocked the pistol, and you let out a scared yelp.

"Dad, don't!"

"Move, honey."

"Please—"

"Get out of the way."

"I love him!"

Your dad paused. Price looked up at him, still catching his breath. You continued to lay your upper half over his chest protectively.

"I love him," you repeated in a whisper. "He treats me so well, Dad. I feel safe with him. Shouldn't that be what you are about most of all?"

Your dad seethed silently, looking between you and Price on the floor. Then, with a great sigh, he sunk to the floor too. He sat near the door, his pistol still in his hands while Price sat up, and you sat beside him, an arm around his waist.

"How long has this been happening?"

"Nine months." Price said.

"And... you're serious? About... about loving her?" Your dad asked as though the words were painful to get out.

Price answered straight away. "Yes."

Your dad pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut in anger. He took a deep breath before he looked back up. He looked to you now.

"You love him, eh?"

You nodded.

"And he treats you well?"

You nodded again.

"For fucks sake," he hissed, then threw the pistol at Price. It hit Price's chest, and Price grunted. Your dad sighed. "Why'd it have to be my daughter, Price? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"A lot of things." He said. He picked up the pistol, and found that it was empty.

Your dad calmed himself. "Right... right, okay. I'm really fucking pissed but... I mean, you're an adult, honey. I'm... I'm not going to stop you from seeing Price, but I'm not fucking happy about it."

You beamed. You couldn't help it.

"You'll come around." Price said.

Your dad scowled. "Don't fucking push it."

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i stopped it here because i'm lazy

honestly this turned out so unserious but i think i prefer it that way lol

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty mw2 #captain john price #fem reader #captain price #call of duty #captain price smut #price x reader #captain john price smut #captain john price x female reader #dbf!captain john price #captain'snirvana

[buckrecs]

Subby Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

please. by @buckybarnesdiaries

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

I See Sunshine ‘cause I Know That You Are Mine by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky enjoys being your good boy.

Tied Up by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Crooked Crown by @rookthorne

Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

in your arms i’m born again by @bonky-n-steeb

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

Starved. by @buckybabieboy

Bucky's first time after 70+ years

The Tailor’s Son by @kinanabinks

After a decade away from Chicago, you're back home to rule over your domain - and to finally make the tailor's son yours.

Overstimulation by @metalbuckaroo

"As long as you want me to, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Insatiable 19.1 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

After finally returning from the mission gone wrong, Bucky has you right where he wants you— spread out on the bed with his head between your thighs. He’s a little eager, but it’ll be fine— right?

so you had a bad day… by @dirtychocolatechai

reader edging Bucky who's had a rough day

Can you see what I see? by @dailyreverie

Mission Accomplished by @buckyseternal

sometimes your work is stressful. coming home from an especially aggravating mission, you take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Dirty Little Secret by @moonlight-prose

bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Freshly out of uni, Bucky Barnes comes back to live in his family home. Given he’s the only son of a billionaire, he needs security around at all times. And his dad puts you in charge of his son’s safety until he comes home from a business trip. You intend on doing your job as perfectly as always, but what you didn’t know it that Bucky is a spoilt brat who is only interested in pestering you and making your life a living hell… until eventually you are left with no other choice but to teach him a lesson in order for him to learn how to behave.

drabble by @becca-e-barnes

making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you

Touch by @ro-is-struggling

Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Losing Control by @flordeamatista

Control is reclaimed by you

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Big Boy by @goodgirlofglory

tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

Stupid by @coffeecatsandcandles

Without reason, Bucky asks for a divorce.

I Hate U by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

The Storm He Claims by @sstan-hoe

with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

The Interview by @sweetbbarnes

After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him.

Purr for me by @rookthorne

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

plaything by @captain-buckyyy

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #sub!bucky x dom!reader #sub!bucky #subby!bucky #switch!bucky #bucky x dominatrix!reader #chubby!bucky #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #dbf!bucky #bucky barnes x teacher!reader #bucky barnes x professor!reader #bucky barnes college au #bucky barnes x mob!reader #exhusband!bucky #ex!bucky #bucky barnes modern au #boyfriend!bucky

[macfrog]

i've been on a 70s folk kick and let me just say Jim Croce is so joel coded like! the song "seems like such a long time ago" is so dbf coded and literally all of his sweet love songs feel like joel

jesus seems like such a long time ago is so joel coded, i’m weeping. it’s very jackson joel to me also!

adding to all of my joel playlists immediately. tysm, nonnie <3

#jigging around to you don’t mess around with jim now #chats w max #anon

[bettercallwillow]

pairing; dbf!sirius black x fem!reader

summary; you've known sirius all your life, him being your dad's best friend. when your dad hosts a small garden party, your relationship with sirius takes a drastic change.

warnings; smut, dom!sirius, dbf!sirius, age gap (legal), fingering, oral (m!receiving), p in v, squirting, praise, degrading, petnames (pup, princess)

word count; 2.3k

It was a nice day outside, perfect weather for your dad to invite a few of his friends round for a drink in the garden. It had been too warm for you so you decided to stay in your room instead, mindlessly reading some book you had bought from a charity shop a few months ago.

As the sun went down, the temperature cooled and your dad and his friends moved their "party" inside. You guessed a few of them were drunk at this point, the 70's music blasting from a record player not helping their case

"James, where's your bathroom again?" a man who you assumed was Sirius slurred, his voice loud enough for you to hear from your bedroom. You heard your dad mumble something back, presumably directions, and loud footsteps stumbling up the stairs.

Sirius was your dad's best friend, he had been in your life for as long as you could remember. You were always so flustered around him, his attractiveness doing fuck all to help your crush on him. You were certain he knew, he always had that stupid cocky smirk on his face when you spoke to him.

The sound of your door opening pulled you from your book, your head snapping to see who was there. Sirius stood at the door, a slight look of confusion on his face, "Oh, Y/N," he chuckled, "Sorry, thought this was the bathroom,"

You let out a small laugh, a blush rising to your cheeks when you properly set eyes on him. He had taken off his leather jacket, which was rare, leaving him in a faded AC/DC shirt. His hair was slightly messed up, and god those arms.

"You alright, darlin'," he asked, that oh-so-familiar smirk forming on his face, "You seem a bit- worked up,"

"Oh, I-I'm fine," you stammered, immediately silently cursing yourself for being so visibly flustered. Sirius shook his head, letting out another chuckle before walking over to you, stopping when he was just inches away from where you were sitting. He leant down so he was in your eye line, taking out his wand and closing the door before turning back to face you, "You're turned on, aren't you?"

"Wha-"

He cut you off by raising his hand to your chin, tilting your head so you were looking directly at him, "I know you're attracted to me, Y/N," he spoke softly, a stark contrast from the grip on your chin.

"S-Siri.." you whined, slick starting to build in your panties. God, you've waited so fucking long for this.

"What do you want, puppy?"

There he goes, using that pet name that makes you melt. You squoze your thighs together, relieving some of the pressure in your cunt.

"Want you to fuck me, please, Siri.." you gave him your best doe eyes, a small groan leaving his mouth at the sight of you.

"Atta' girl," Sirius grinned, letting go of your chin and pushing you back slightly. The older man stood up, his hands working at unbuckling his belt. Salvia began to gather in your mouth at the thought of tasting him.

He didn't bother taking off his jeans, only pushing them down just enough so he could release his already hard cock from its confines. An almost inaudible gasp left your lips at the size of him; you hadn't expected him to be this big. "Like what you see, pup?" Sirius chuckled, looking down at you.

You nodded and he moved a hand to the back of your head, guiding your head to the tip of his cock. "Good girl, open your mouth f'me sweetheart," he told you, tapping himself on your lips. You obeyed him immediately, opening your mouth and letting him push in the first few inches.

You moaned at the weight of his cock on your tongue, the small vibration making Sirius curse quietly. Relaxing your throat, you allowed him to slip his full length inside you, your eyes welling with tears as you tried your best not to gag, "Fuck darlin'," Sirius groaned, "That mouth feels fuckin' heavenly,"

The small amount of praise went straight to your cunt and you mewled, your hips rocking slightly. Sirius pulled out slightly, leaving just the tip in your mouth before pushing back in, hitting the back of your throat hard.

You spluttered, swallowing in the process and earning yourself a guttural moan him, "Look at you," he smirked, looking down at you and noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks, "Can't even take m'cock without crying about it,"

Giving you a moment or two for your throat to adjust to his size, Sirius began to move his hips, fucking your face at a slow but hard pace. Your nose hit the soft fabric of his shirt with every thrust, the taste of him absolutely delicious.

Just as your throat was getting used to the constant pounding, he pulled away from you, leaving a string of spit dangling from your lips to the tip of his cock, "Lean back and spread those pretty little legs f'me, pup," Sirius ordered, motioning for you to do as he said.

Excited about what he was going to do, you obliged, resting your back against the headboard of your bed and spreading your legs. The sound of your slick sticking to your thighs could be heard and you blushed, slightly embarrassed. "You that wet already, princess?" he chuckled, shuffling so he was knelt in front of you.

"All for you, Siri," you muttered, your eyelids heavy with lust. Sirius bit his lip, hiding that cocky smirk and sliding his hands up your legs, stopping when his fingertips were ghosting over the waistband of your cotton shorts. He looked up at your for approval, and you nodded, letting him slip them down your legs before discarding them on the floor.

Thanking all that was holy that you decided to wear your favourite pair of panties, black and lacy, you raised your hips slightly- silently begging him to touch you. "Needy," Sirius tutted, running a finger over your clothed slit. A gasp left your mouth at the small touch and you bucked your hips up into his hand, desperate for more.

Sirius knew exactly what to do, pushing your underwear to the side and immediately latching a finger onto your clit, rubbing small circles that drove you crazy. "Oh my gods, Siri.." you moaned, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. He pinched your special bundle of nerves and you yelped, looking at him with a slight scowl.

"Eyes on me, puppy," he grinned, resuming the little pattern he had created but this time a bit faster. You whimpered, nodding and keeping eye contact with him.

"Good girl," Sirius winked, trailing his fingers down from your clit to your entrance, circling it a few times before pushing two digits in with ease. You cried out, causing him to shush you, "Don't want y'dad to know how much of a slut your being for me, do you?" he smirked, curling his fingers inside you and hitting that spongey wall perfectly.

You shook your head, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle the pornographic moans rolling off your lips. Sirius set a good rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out of you whilst his other hand focused on your clit, rubbing slow circles that managed to send you crazy.

Your thighs began to twitch as pressure built in your abdomen, a clear sign that you were approaching your high. "Siri- m'gonna cum," you mewled, rutting your hips against his hand. Just as you were about to let go, Sirius pulled his hand away, making you whine in disappointment.

"Don't act so needy, princess," the animagus tutted, sitting back so be could fully remove his pants, "If your gonna cum, I want it to be on m'cock,"

You nodded, hiding your excitement as Sirius spat on his hand, giving his length a few pumps to lube him up before positioning himself between your thighs. He grabbed your waist, pulling you back a few inches so his size was placed perfectly in between your slick folds.

The feeling of the tip of his cock pressed against your throbbing clit was heaven, you couldn't wait to feel him inside you, "Sirius, please, need you so bad," you whimpered, looking at him through your lashes.

"Since you've been so good f'me," Sirius winked, grabbing his length at the base before sliding it down to your entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside you, your head throwing back as soon as you felt him enter you. He let out a low pitched moan, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his to swallow your own noises, not wanting anyone to hear you.

"So tight, princess," Sirius breathed, pulling away from the kiss to lean his forehead against yours, "This cunt will be the fucking death of me- shit,"

"S-Siri.." your voice was desperate and whiny, the feeling of being so full almost too much, "Y'feel so good, so big,"

"Yeah?" the man straightened his back slightly, his hands moving to grab at your hips as he slowly slid out, leaving just the tip inside, "Is m'cock too big for your tight little cunt, hm?" He slammed his hips forward, the underside of his length rubbing against your sweet spot and taking the breath straight out of your lungs.

"Fuck!" you cried out, making Sirius roll his eyes and stick two fingers in your mouth. You spluttered at the sudden intrusion, making the older man chuckle, "Gotta make sure you're quiet, pup, don't wanna be caught,"

You nodded, beginning to suck on his fingers as a means to silence your moans, turning your screams into muffled whines and whimpers, "Good girl, so good f'me," Sirius smiled, starting to move his hips in a slow but hard rhythm.

Every snap of his hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his groans like music to your ears. You had waited so fucking long for this, fantasized about it almost every night, and he certainly didn't disappoint; it was everything you had ever wanted.

"Faster, please," you managed to babble with his fingers in your mouth, your words coming out slightly slurred and muffled.

"Who said you give out the orders here, puppy?" Sirius smirked but nonetheless sped up, now rutting into you at a breathtaking pace. You had to stop yourself from biting down on his digits, instead grabbing at the sheets below you with enough force to turn your knuckles white, "Daddy!"

Sirius' hips faltered for a second and you started to panic, your cheeks flushing red. How silly of you to let that fall from your lips.

"What did you just call me?" the animagus raised an eyebrow, an unreadable expression on his face. Embarrassment washed over you and he pulled his hand away from your mouth to let you speak, "G'won, puppy, say it,"

"I- I called you daddy," you muttered, your voice barely a whisper. Sirius chuckled and your cheeks heated up even more, expecting him to leave any second now.

"That's what I thought," he leaned over to whisper in your ear, "Dirty girl, didn't know you were into that,"

"S-sorry, Siri.."

"Who said I didn't like it?"

And just like that, the older man started pounding his hips into yours, this time a lot rougher than he was before, "This what you want, eh? Want daddy to fucking ruin you with his cock?"

You could have melted on the spot, his words alone almost bringing you right over the edge, "Fuck, daddy, yes," you mewled, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts as your orgasm came closer, "Ruin me, make me your little cumslut,"

"Atta' girl," Sirius growled, snaking a hand in between you to rub at your neglected clit. You let out a high pitched moan and Sirius clasped his hand around your mouth, trying his darn best to make you shut up, "Too fucking baby-brained to be quiet," he spoke through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he approached his high, "Dumb slut,"

"Gonna- Gonna cum, daddy," you spoke, Sirius barely being able to hear you, "Please let me cum,"

"Wait for me, princess," he slowed down the movements on your clit to delay your orgasm slightly, the sound of skin slapping against skin now filling the room as the harshness of his thrusts increased.

It wasn't long before Sirius grabbed your hips, pulling you down so every last inch of him was buried inside you, "Now," he moaned, feeling his cock twitch inside you as ropes of cum shot out to paint your sensitive walls.

You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying out as you finally let go, your vision flashing white and your ears ringing slightly as your high washed over you. Liquid gushed from your cunt, drenching your bed and Sirius' thighs. With the way you clenched around him, he could have came again, "Fuck, puppy," he whined, his cock throbbing as he came down from his high.

By the time you came to, Sirius had pulled out, already on his feet to fetch you a towel from the bathroom. He came back seconds later, smiling down at you as he cleaned you up, "You alright, pup?"

"Wow," you let out a breathy laugh, looking back up at him with an adoring gaze, "That was-"

"Great, I know," he bragged, causing you to roll your eyes and hit his arm playfully, "I'd love to stay and be with you princess but your dad's probably wondering where the fuck I am,"

"It's alright, Siri," you smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek, "Just promise this wasn't a one time thing,"

"Oh definitely not, princess," he winked, "That cunt is too good to not fuck again,"

#dbf!sirius #sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius smut #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black fluff #marauders smut #marauders fluff #hp smut

[ozarkthedog]

Happy early birthday Ozzie!! And congrats on the follower milestone. It's been great chatting with you and getting to interact more. 🩷🩷🩷

Ok, you ready for this?

📷- DBF! Javier Peña + this photo

You're helping your dad clean out some old stuff and find this coat with some Polaroids in the pocket. They're of him n his best friend, Javi.

You get so distracted by the Polaroid of Javi by himself, looking like he belonged in a 70s nudie magazine, and decide to take it and the coat for yourself. Your dad is surprised, thinking it's unfashionable now, but you shrug n say everything comes back around.

Later when Javi calls you over for a booty call and he lets you up for air, you bring out the coat, wearing nothing underneath but his cum on your thighs.

He tries it on and is surprised it still fits, since his body has changed a lot over the years, how his soft tummy and bulky frame is so different from the slim man you saw in the Polaroid.

The sight of him in the tank top and unbuttoned jeans, belt buckle rattling and clinking as he adjusts the fit, his skin glowing with sweat in the low light, drives you wild and you ask to take a pic of him in it. Maybe some spicy ones, just for you? 👀

Rachel, I’m so happy our paths crossed and I hope my moodboard does justice for this fucking delicious idea! Thank you so much for stuffing my inbox with it. 😉😏💙

Ozzie’s 11k birthday sleepover

#ozzie 11k birthday #ozzie responds #asks are always open #sweet peeps #javier peña #pedro pascal

[thelastofhyde]

﹫thelastofhyde’s pending fic/wips !

— sail away with me,, cruise au ,, tourguide!joel

agegap + romcom + series ; 5% written

— wolf in sheep’s clothing,, horror au,, werewolf!joel

dubcon + smut + short oneshot ; 0% written

— cut ur hair & take some space,, dbf au ,, ex!javier

happy ending + post s3 + long oneshot ; 85% written

— talk therapy,, jackson au,, asshole!joel

group therapy + smut + short oneshot ; 5% written

— days of you & me,, jackson au,, domestic!joel

insecurity + smut + long oneshot ; 8% written

my saving grace,, break up au,, ex!dieter

drug abuse + infidelity + series ; 10% written

iii. the butterfly theory ;; psecds p.3,, lovesick! joel

longing + smut + series ; 70% written

#🧚 pretty little wip ;; #joel miller smut #javier peña smut #dieter bravo smut #posting this because i’m losing track of all the wips currently in my tumblr drafts #hoping at least 2 of these wips will be posted by the end of the month

[sebastiansluts]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Anon Ask 1: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Anon Ask 2 (dark!gyno!bucky): Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 3 (stepbro!bucky/bunny): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Anon Ask 4: Part 1

Anon Ask 5: Part 1

Anon Ask 6 (sub!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 7: Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 8 (stepbro!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 9 (priest!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 10 (stepbro!bucky): Part 1

Good Vibes

Anon Ask 11 (stripper!reader): Part 1

Anon Ask 12 (neighbor!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 13 (roleplay gymteacher!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 14 (stepbro!bucky): Part 1 Part 2

Mission Ready

Anon Ask 15 (dbf!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 16 (aftercare): Part 1

Anon Ask 17 (stepbro!bucky): Part 1 Part 2

Anon Ask 18: Part 1

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Anon Ask 28 (darkgyno!bucky): Part 1

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Anon Ask 30: Part 1

Anon Ask 31 (stepdad!bucky): Part 1

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Anon Ask 33 (sub!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 34 (dbf!bucky): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Anon Ask 35 (mafia!bucky): Part 1

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Drabble

Anon Ask 46 (40sstepbro!bucky): Part 1

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Numb

Anon Ask 51: Part 1

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Stretch

Anon Ask 53: Part 1

Anon Ask 54 (plussize!reader): Part 1

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AO3 Ask: Part 1

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Anon Ask 76 (dbf!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 77 (bully!bucky): Part 1

Anon Ask 78: Part 1

Anon Ask 79: Part 1

#bucky barnes #masterlist #bucky barnes masterlist

[junoinferno]

If Y/N Fic Was Realistic: DBF! Joel Miller Edition (Modern AU, No Fungus Version)

You walked across the street to the Miller house, heat scorching across the blacktop and cicadas screaming. You knocked on the front door. Joel appeared, looking disheveled but hot as hell. Because it was hot as hell.

Joel: Hey, darlin’. What’s going on?

Y/N: Hey, so barbecue is cancelled.

Joel: Anything wrong?

Y/N: The heat index is 113. Holding an outdoor event is suicidal at this point.

Joel: ‘Spose so…

Y/N: Look, I was watching this movie on Netflix and I got an idea-

Joel: Triple Frontier?

Y/N: No, The Bubble. Do you want to have sex with me?

Joel: What?!

Y/N: Yeah, I had this whole plan, with the short dress and lacy underwear, but lace underwear in this heat, Joel? Have you worn lace underwear above like 70?

Joel: Uh, no, darlin’, can’t say I have-

Y/N: Then I figured we’d sneak into the house and have sex, but Joel, it’s too hot, who would be outside? See, that plan doesn’t work so honestly, it’s too hot. So, do you want to have sex with me?

Joel: Look, darlin’, your dad would kill me-

Y/N: See, I’ve got the feeling you’re hard to kill.

Joel: You’re beautiful, hell, you should be with someone your own age-

Y/N: So, you’d be fine with that? Me, finding someone my own age, then bringing him to the rescheduled barbecue sometime in mid-September at the earliest?

Joel (growls): Get inside. It’s too damn hot out here.

Y/N: Finally.

#if y/n was realistic #inspired by a real weather report #dbf!joel #but don’t stop writing those #Texas is hot people #no really #113 is 45 Celsius #too hot to seduce your dad’s best friend outside #joel miller #these are for fun #really never stop the DBF!joel fics

[joeloverture]

a lesson in condom sense | dbf!j.m. x f!reader

masterlist pairing: dbf!joel miller x sex shop employee!reader summary: [no outbreak] the last customer you expect to be waltzing into your secret day job is your dad's best friend. you can only fight the tension between you two for so long before giving in. warnings: (18+ mdni) what it says on the can: reader works at an adult store, many sex toys referenced (& used!), age gap (mid 20s/early 50s) brief mention of sex work, don't follow reader's example, joel buys a fleshlight, joel fantasizes about you, brief mention of bondage, mostly pwp, reader humps a chair + gets caught doing it, mild exhibitionism, 'just the tip' that leads into unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, joel uses a vibrator on reader, degradation, praise, soft dom!joel, pet names, aftercare [no use of y/n] word count: 6.5k a/n: condom sense is, in fact, a real sex shop that exists and serves the DFW metro area, so not exactly austin, but the name was too perfect not to pretend. unlike these two, please favor condom sense and wrap it up. dbf sex shop joel won the poll for my next wip, but expect coach!joel pt. 2 to be right around the corner.

Admittedly, working at a sex shop isn’t the highest point in your life, but it certainly isn’t the lowest, either. The 40% off employee discount does soften the blow of lying through your teeth at cookouts. Saying you’re working at Walmart while trying to navigate a competitive job market goes over better than saying you work at Condom Sense.

All things considered, it’s not the worst place you’ve worked. Your manager, a 60-year-old stuck in the 70s named Sally, is much more lenient than your past bosses. You get to recommend toys to the girls that come through, and you also get the satisfaction of them coming back to sing your praises. Condom Sense never would’ve been your first choice of work right out of college, but now you almost mourn the day you’ll have to leave.

Thumbing through an old issue of Cosmopolitan, your bubblegum is beginning to lose its flavor. The tinny noise of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” purrs out of the ancient radio sitting alongside tentacle dildos. It’s still a little weird to have a constant audience of whips, handcuffs, vibrators, fleshlights, and everything in between, but since your bedside drawer has gotten fuller with every shift you take, you really can’t judge anything stocked here.

The later shifts are normally slower, especially this close to 11:00. Sometimes there’s a gaggle of sex workers outside of the door, dressed skimpily no matter how biting the rare Texas cold is, but that isn’t the case tonight – you’re the only one here, feet kicked up on a pink stool.

As if the world has it out for you, the rust-eaten bell lets out a metallic jingle, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the thought of having to put your Cosmopolitan away. Who the hell comes into a sex shop twenty minutes before close? Someone whose vibrator gave out on them, someone who needs lube, or both.

“Welcome to Condom Sense,” you put on your customer service voice, reluctantly bouncing off of the stool. You flip your magazine shut and toss it onto the counter, breaking into a crouch to finally make yourself useful by restocking the condom display. “Let me know if you need anything.”

A small grunt comes in response, and then some heavy footsteps carry through the store. Great, even better, you think to yourself, it’s a man.

The crowd that’s attracted to Condom Sense is mostly college-aged or middle-aged women, not with too much wiggle room in between. It’s Texas, after all, where ownership of more than six dildos is “prohibited”. Sometimes there’s a stray overeager boyfriend or creep with a receding hairline, but normally Sally is right around the corner to tell anyone out of line to scram, waving around a broom as if trying to fend off a stray dog. That’s not the case tonight.

You hold your breath and keep putting boxes of Trojans into the glass display case. Whoever’s in here is quiet, at least, not the type to ask for help or make too much of a ruckus with knocking shelving units over. Hopefully you can get him checked out quickly so you can close up and head home.

You stay like that for five minutes, sorting through boxes and marking stock until a throat clears in front of the counter.

Jolting up, you smooth out the wrinkles in your clothes, fiddling with your nametag. “Hi, yes, you all seeeee-”

Who the hell comes into a sex shop twenty minutes before close? Apparently Joel Miller does. You know, your dad’s best friend.

Maybe it’s because you’re surrounded by phallic dildos, maybe it’s because you’re goddamn stupid, but Mr. Miller, who seems to be fresh off of a worksite, looks good. Even though there’s an unmistakable surprise stricken across his brown eyes and a splotch of dirt on the slice of neck above his flannel collar, his hair is mussed perfectly, his scruff tamed along his jawline. Your eyes flash down to what he’s holding: a fleshlight.

You hate how quickly your mouth goes dry at the thought of Joel himself thrusting desperately into the dumb toy, and worse is the thought of him using your cunt to get off instead. You’re quick to remind yourself. Off. Limits. First of all, you don’t fuck customers. And you definitely don’t fuck customers that are your dad’s best friend.

Joel’s fist tightens around the box as if trying to obscure what you already know. His face is redder than you’ve ever seen it, cheeks like apples. In the end, it’s him who speaks first. “This ain’t a Walmart, hun.”

Your face heats up, and you shrug. “Pays well.”

“Can’t blame ya there,” he nods along. “‘S been a while. You alright?”

“I mean, I work at a store called Condom Sense. What do you figure?”

“C’mon now, can’t be that bad,” Joel grins at you.

“It isn’t,” you concede. You look him up and down again, trying really hard not to spend too much time on the toy in his hand. “Long day… contracting?”

Joel lets out a long, winded sigh through his teeth. “Yeah… my guys fucked up our concrete job. Had us there two hours longer than we were s’posed to be. Probably gonna be another long one tomorrow.” He runs a hand back through his already disheveled hair, his nose flaring. “Not your problem though, sweetness.” His eyes flick over you, over the counter and the neon signs behind you. “Your daddy know you work here?”

You freeze, eyes widening. “He’d have a cow, Joel. And if you think you’re about to hold this over my head or somethin-”

“Woah, woah, now when did I ever say any ‘a that? That’s none of my business, hun. You’re an adult, as long as you're gettin’ paid and you’re comfortable? I don’t see the issue.”

You nod, heart slowing to a steadier pace, or at least as steady of a pace as it can manage with Joel standing on the other side of the counter holding a fleshlight. “So, uh, relaxing night in or…?” You swallow hard. Professionalism, you remind yourself.

Joel laughs, an almost nervous sound as he rubs the back of his neck. “Just… a bit dry lately, I guess.”

“First time buying?” you ask with a raised brow.

“That obvious?” He slowly slides the box across the counter to you, and you inspect it under the fluorescents.

You hum under your breath, tilting the box away from you to get a better look. “Not a bad first choice. I’ve heard good things. Since it’s your first time, are you more of a spit-in-your-hand kind of guy, or do you have some massage oil or lube?”

Joel stares at you, almost sputtering as his lips try to form words. “What?”

You shake your head, veins suddenly iced over. “Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t be asking-”

“No, no, not a problem, sweetheart. It’s your job. Just… don’t expect to be hearin’... that from you.” He chuckles, but it sounds strangled. “I… normally spit. ‘S faster.”

Joel, desperately shucking off his belt and pants, pulling his hardened cock out, spitting into his hand so he can wrap his fist around himself. That first groan of pleasure he lets out, hand moving up, down, up, down. He treasures his alone time so much that he has to be the type to savor it– but you can’t think that far. Your tongue darts out to swipe along your lower lip, and you swear Joel tracks the movement. Your chest is tied up in knots.

“Well, you’re gonna want a heating massage oil. Moves it along easier, feels realer, y’know?” You reach across the counter and pluck a blue bottle from the display. “This is our bestseller.” Mustering up the most casual smile you can give him without wincing, you tap your fingers along the countertop.

Joel looks between you and the bottle, gnawing nervously at the inside of his cheek. “Thanks, hun. That’ll be it, then.”

You ring him up, sinking the fleshlight, the oil, and a complimentary toy cleaner deep into a bag that says THANK YOU four times along the side. The printer buzzes as it spits out his receipt, and you hand it all to him. He gives you a nod, casual, simple. You could keep it that way, a tiny interaction isolated to the four walls of Condom Sense, but you feel the words knocking at the backs of your teeth.

You’re saying them before you can second guess them: “Enjoy yourself, Joel.”

He makes eye contact for what must be the first time that night, eyes murky with something that, if you were more gullible, could come across as want. “I will, sweetheart.” Joel nods, wrapping a large hand around the bag. You don’t watch him leave, but you do hear the ring of the doorbell as the door knocks shut. It’s not enough to distract yourself from thinking of what his moans sound like.

Joel sweats like a whore in church the next time your dad calls him. He practically is one when he thinks about what it’d be like to be inside of the divinity of your body, a rosary of sweat collecting on his neck. He’d say every prayer if it meant he got to keep thinking of you like that – feels realer, a spit-in-your-hand kind of guy, enjoy yourself. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy yourself.

It’s shameful, the way he thinks of you, the daughter of the man he considers his best friend. But he can’t make himself stop. Every time he pulls the fleshlight out of his drawer, you appear in his head. Sometimes you’re bent over the counter, whining as he rolls his hips into yours. Sometimes he rucks up those fucking skirts you wear to shove his face between your thighs, lets you soak his face as you pull his hair. Sometimes you’re riding him, moving how he shifts the fleshlight over his leaking cock.

Every time, regardless of what he imagines, he shakes himself loose in post-orgasm bliss, guilt chewing at his stomach. Every time he passes Condom Sense on the way to a job, he wonders if you’re working. What’s a respectable amount of time to stop in for a second sex toy purchase? Joel wouldn't know, and he doesn’t want to be selfish. Money doesn’t grow on trees, unlike his arousal. The fleshlight is already miles better than his own hand, and he worries what he might say if he sees you bouncing around, say, restocking dildos.

He manages to keep his self control. He doesn’t get on his knees and confess his sins to your dad on the phone, or when they run into each other at home depot. By some miracle, he doesn’t get any further than flicking his turn signal before immediately turning it off when he passes Condom Sense.

And then he has the dream.

It’s his day off, a Sunday, and he wakes up to his dick softening and his cum drying on his abdomen and all of the hair spattered there. There’s traces of the dream in reach, tugging on the harness he’d tied around your body to pull you back on his cock.

This time, he can’t shake himself loose.

He’s standing in Condom Sense by ten in the morning, running his hands down his sides and feeling oddly exposed, as if every camera or wandering employee can see the shame painted on his skin much like his cum had been. He hopes you’re not here; he’s not sure he can handle it, but he is sure of the arousal that would brim in his lower belly at the mere sight of you. It’s bad news – everything about this is bad news.

You’re bad for Joel, and you have been ever since he saw you for the first time after your college graduation, partying in your old man’s living room. Four shots deep and a feather boa around your neck, wearing a low-cut top as you scream-sung Dolly Parton into the busted karaoke machine from your childhood. That was the first time he ever saw you as anything more than your dad’s little girl. It should’ve been the last, too.

Joel takes a relieved breath when there’s no immediate sign of you in the store, but you very well could be squatting behind the counter like last time. There's a woman in a pink polo shirt with bangle bracelets standing over by the wall of ropes, reorganizing and sucking on her teeth. 

He doesn’t even know what he’s here for – he’s chasing something he can’t have, or at least a semblance of it. The obvious choice is the restraints from his dream, but he has nobody to put them on, no skin to feather with kisses as he pulls them secure. Another fleshlight would be greedy.

And then he hears it. The unmistakable sound of your voice, a shockwave to his chest. He slips behind a display, almost ready to make a beeline for the door when you say, “We restocked the wands.” Joel glimpses you through the grid of butt plugs he’s hiding behind, where you’re waving around a rectangular white box. “You were asking for recommendations, right? Well, this one’s a trooper.”

“That so?” your co-worker clicks. “Might be too intense for me. You’re known to be an overachiever.”

“No shame in a little overstimulation,” you shrug.

Joel slams a fist on his chest to stop himself from hacking out a surprised cough. His thighs go hot, a warmth that spreads between them and tightens his pants as he thinks about you with a wand to your glossy clit, hips squirming for more and less all the same.

“Yeah, for you. I’d be bawlin’ into my pillow in two minutes.”

“It’s my favorite! Only just gave out on me yesterday… had her for years, though. My old faithful. Have to say, it’s a little rough waiting for my next paycheck. Nothing else does it for me. Feels fucking incredible.”

Joel walks out. Not because he wants to, but because if he doesn’t, he won’t be able to stop himself from spending almost a hundred dollars on that wand and handing it to you in broad daylight. It occurs to him on the uncomfortable drive home, hard and throbbing between his legs, that he wants to be the source of your pleasure, to make you feel good.

It’s a damning thought for a man like him, but not damning enough.

Pent up is one way to describe the way you’re feeling.

After the unfortunate passing of your trustworthy wand, your fingers nor the rest of your collection of comparably wimpy toys, have been able to do the trick for you. And the worst part of it all? Your paycheck is still three days away.

You’d like to say not getting off in four days is the source of all of your arousal, but you’re not a liar. At least, not to yourself, because you wouldn’t stand at the podium and confess your nastiest Joel-centered fantasies to his face. It’d been bearable when it was only him fucking the fleshlight taped to the backs of your eyelids. You blame it on the pervy part of yourself that’s always rubbed her thighs together from watching a man get himself off. It’s no longer bearable when you start envisioning him moaning your name while he rocks his hips into the toy, chasing his release.

No, it’s not bearable at all.

Sitting behind the same counter you’d checked him out at makes it worse, roughly the same hour of the night that he’d popped in the other day. You keep thinking of how he looked at you, first caught like a deer in headlights, then almost shy, a word you’d never once use to describe the man you’d come to know as your dad’s best friend.

An even more pervy part of yourself, the same one that hopes he thinks of fucking you when he fucks his recent purchase, slowly rolls her hips into the stool. It’s imperceptible, not something that has a chance of being picked up by the camera. You grind your clothed, needy pussy onto the pink vinyl cover, smothering a whimper into your fist. The seam of your shorts catches on your clit, snuggled between your folds. Your arousal clings to the gusset of your drenched panties. Pleasure spools in your stomach, winding around your cunt and spine. 

You curl in on yourself, burying your head into your folded arms and panting as you grind on the stool. You let yourself pretend it’s Joel’s lap; the mound-like shape of the foam beneath isn’t at all close to what Joel’s bulge must feel like, but with every press of your hips, it matters less and less.

The taboo of it all, knowing you’ll have to go into the security system and delete the footage once you’re done soaking the vinyl, being in view of the unlocked door, is doing just as much for you as your vibrator back home would. So much so that with your head tipped low, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hips canting back and forth, you don’t even notice the rusted rasp of the bell above the door.

You don’t notice a damn thing until a strangled sound comes from the front of the store.

Your head snaps up so fast that you go toppling off of the back of the chair, just barely able to catch and prop yourself up on a shelf behind the counter. An embarrassed cough knocks its way out of your gut. Too taboo. You’re still panting when you’re stricken by a passing thought: you’re definitely going to lose your job, the last one this part of Austin seemed to have to offer. Shit.

Your dignity on the other hand is long gone, somewhere in the smear of arousal you left on the stool. “Sorry – fuck! I’m sorry,” you blurt out in a last-ditch effort to keep your job, fingers crossed that it’s someone who understands or at least doesn’t care.

When you look up, you get none of that. For the second time this week, you get Joel Miller. Joel Miller with his messed up hair and work-worn hands, slack jaw and rapid blinking.

You must be matching his expression now, mouth opening and closing with your eyes widened in the ultimate form of disbelief. Your head bows and your chin meets your chest. Apparently it wasn’t enough for your dad’s best friend to buy a fleshlight from you. He also had to find you getting off in public. 

“Joel, shit, I’m so sorry,” you start, planting the heels of your palms on your temples. Your legs feel weak, a death sentence with your sluggish, blistering heartbeat. Joel’s silence bears down on you, an inescapable weight, and you’re talking before you can stop yourself. “I– I’ve just been so pent up…” Cheeks burning from the inside out, you scrub your hands from your forehead to your chin.

“Shut up,” Joel says stiffly. A wince cleaves its way out of your body.

Another apology sits on your tongue. “I’m s-”

He cuts in, “Knock it off,” and that’s when your eyes drift lower. Below his belt buckle, but not much further. How could you look any lower when his cock is rock fucking hard in his jeans, fighting against the denim? You whimper, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. “Jesus, are you in fuckin’ heat?” Joel snaps.

It doesn’t achieve the desired effect – you just let out another whimper, your arousal still clinging to your thighs. “Joel, please.”

Joel pinches his nose bridge. He shakes his head, dissolving into a muttered swear under his breath. “No, hun. Not gonna end up balls deep in my buddy’s little girl, even if you beg real pretty for me.”

“Why not,” you practically whine, pushing off of the shelf and walking closer to him. He only folds his arms over his broad chest as if to keep you away.

His voice is strained. “Baby–” Your heart flutters. “Can’t do that to your dad. You’re just houndin’ after a poundin’, ain’t ya?”

“I am,” you huff, brain clouded by the arousal that’s currently casting a shadow through all of your being. “Please, I haven’t come in days.”

Joel hisses at that like he’s in pain. He shakes his head again, much faster. There’s a line of remorse pressed between his brows, but it’s far overpowered by the pressure of his cock pulling his jeans taut. “Your little ‘massager’ quit on you, sweetheart?”

You bite your lip. Right on the money. “How’d you know?”

“Came in for… somethin’... the other day. Heard you fussin’ about it to your co-worker.” He shrugs.

You’re burning up, a match struck against the gritty concrete of Joel’s voice. It doesn’t matter that he’s a customer, doesn’t even matter that he’s buddies with your dad. You just want him to replace your aimlessly working fingers at night. You want release, and you want it with him. Begging won’t get you there with Joel, you’re realizing, even if all you want is to get on your knees and cry for his cock. You need to rile him up until he breaks. “Needed another pocket pussy to put your dick in?” you tease.

“Watch yourself,” Joel says. “You really that cock starved, darlin’, that you’d beg your daddy’s friend to stick it to ya?”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirk. “What is it you said? A bit dry lately, right?”

“I clearly got more self control than you, hun.”

You say, “Nah.” Your smirk widens, and you take another dangerous step towards him. “You’re hard as a rock, Joel Miller. Bet you were thinking about sticking it to me all along. That’s why you came back, huh? Get another glimpse of me for your spank ban-”

Joel seals the distance between you two, fist going to curl up around your jaw and squeezing. Your mouth pops open, a choked whimper dislodging from your lips. “You got batteries behind that register?” He asks, voice stern. His eyes are all pupil, plunged into black. You struggle to nod in his grasp. “Grab ‘em.”

He leaves you standing in front of the door, buzzing with nervous energy as he walks towards the vibrator section. Your stomach does what feels like ten cartwheels in a row. You lean over to the door, flipping the sign to closed and drawing the curtain shut before practically jogging to the batteries.

You grab the type your beloved wand takes, not even concerned with cashing him out before he’s in front of you again, slicing into the box with his truck keys. You slide the batteries over, and he’s peeling apart the plastic to expose your favorite pink wand, armed with six different settings that never fail to make you come. You only notice you’re rubbing your thighs together again when he gives you a sharp look while he’s popping the batteries into the proper compartment.

He pats the counter. “Up.” You hop up, maybe too eager, your eyes big and needy. Joel grabs you by the shoulder and leans you back, starting to work on the button of your jeans. “This is how this is gonna go,” he says, voice hardened with an order. “You want me to stop, say so. I’m gonna put this wand on your achy little clit, gonna make you feel better, because you ain’t slutty enough to be humpin’ a chair.” You nod so fast that you’re surprised your head doesn’t fall off. “Not gonna give you my cock, got it?”

“G-got it,” you get out shakily. He taps your hip, and you arch off of the counter so that he can yank your jeans and panties down, leaving you spread out and exposed.

 Joel spreads you with his pointer and middle finger. “Shoot, baby, you poor thing.” He runs a thumb through your seam, thumb coming up sticky with your wetness. “Drippin’ like a faucet.” He brings his thumb up to the corner of your lips, and you greedily take it into your mouth, tasting your musk off of his callouses.

“That’s it, suck it like a good slut,” he coaxes as you run your tongue along his skin. He pulls away with a pop and weighs the wand in his hand. Flicking one of the buttons with his freshly-sucked thumb, the toy whirrs to life and thrums in his large hand.

You squirm below him and his intense gaze, gripping the edge of the counter for any semblance of purchase you can get. Without warning, he places the toy down onto your clit. Your vision crackles black at the edges as you cry out. You writhe underneath him, hips helplessly bucking. Joel laughs, the bastard that he is, and rolls it along your sensitive nub. It moves freely with the help of your wetness, and even on the lowest setting, it’s more than you thought it would be.

It helps that Joel’s the one using it on you, knowing just went to add extra pressure and lift up, and it also helps that you’ve been untouched by even yourself for the majority of the last week. You push your palms down on the counter and desperately grind your hips against the wand’s head. Your head lolls back, the neon signs on the wall behind you shining on your sweat-slick skin. 

Joel flicks between two of the settings, a constant push and pull between low and a little higher, the sort of sensation that has your stomach stirring. “That feel good, hun? Better than rubbin’ this needy pussy on that stool, I bet.” You let out a pitchy sound of half-disagreement, half-pleasure in response, managing to push yourself up on shaking elbows to get a good look at him. He’s still hard, if not more than he’d already been, rolling the wand in easy motions against you. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Not a bad thing that you only think with your cunt. ‘S cute,” he coos at you. His words make you gush.

“M-more,” you rasp, hips stuttering. You crave more, more of him, even though he’s already denied you that much. There’s a supernova of need flaring inside of you, enough to crack your lips into a ragged moan. Your cunt tightens, squeezing out more of your arousal. You crave him inside of you, buried deep and rolling his hips into you. “Joel, I need – need your cock.”

He turns it up, notches it to a faster pace that engraves pleasure onto your swollen clit. “No you fuckin’ don’t. Quit your mealy mouthin’ and take what I give you. You were ‘bout to spray your whore cum all over that chair, this should be more than enough.” Joel punctuates his sentences with hard jabs of the wand against you, drawing pathetic moans from your chest.

“J-J-Joel! Fuck!”

“J-J-Joel,” he mocks above you, shaking his head. His dark hair flops around with the movements and his tongue sneaks out to lick his lips while he watches you quiver below. “Yeah, you’re in heat alright.” Joel’s hand goes to the hem of your shirt and yanks it up, and your trembling hands help him lower the cups of your bra so he can grab and knead your tits.

His thumb circles your nipple when he turns it up to the highest setting, the one that makes your clit go numb and your back arch. You hardly have time to choke out, “Cl-close!” before Joel rubs the wand just right.

As your orgasm soars through you, you can hear him saying Attagirl, give it to me, so pretty when you come through the veil of your hearing’s fuzziness. You whimper, still rolling your hips as your fingers clamp around his over your tit, and he rubs circles into your palm while you ride it out. “That’s it,” he says when you come down fully, starting to shiver away from the pressure of the vibrator. He lowers it until it stalls in his hand and sets it down on the packaging.

“Good?” he asks, reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“Good,” you nod with a tiny little sigh.

You manage to haul yourself up fully onto your elbows, thighs still trembling. When you look him up and down, you notice two things: there’s the tiny etching of guilt in his eyes, but his cock is definitely still hard. Joel breathes out your name when you reach for him, cupping his sizable bulge through his pants. He hisses. “Can’t be doin’ that, baby.”

“Why?” you ask, lips contorted into a pout. “Because you’re scared you’ll bend me over and fuck me?” You feel his cock twitch under your hand. His resolve is breaking, and you’re loving it. “Just the tip, Joel.”

He winces from your words, but he looks at you, right down to your still-dripping cunt where your release trickles down your inner thighs and your seam. When you spread yourself out for him like he had done and run your finger tip along your opening, that seems to be the last straw. Joel curses under his breath and g0es to make quick work of undoing his belt with one hand, his other still holding yours. “Ju– just the tip,” he reiterates, voice stony. 

Joel pulls himself free, groaning when his cock springs up. A noise of surprise catches in your throat when you see him in full. He’s even bigger than he looked in his jeans – which you had no idea was possible. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Just gonna give you the tip, remember?”

“Yeah,” you exhale on a shaky breath.

Despite his insistence, he still reaches out for the condom display next to you, already popping a box open. You grab his wrist urgently, shaking your head. “Don’t need one. Want – want you like this.”

“We shouldn’t,” he says, still holding the box. “I mean, hun, this joint is literally called Condom Sense. Oughta have some, shouldn’t we?”

“Don’t care.” You gather some of your cum on your fingertips, wrapping them around his head so you can brush over his slit. His hips jump, a dead giveaway to what his answer will be.

He grunts, tossing the box somewhere off to the side. “You protected? Clean?” You nod, victorious. “Alright,” Joel sighs. Apparently coming all over his fleshlight isn’t enough, because Joel bends over the counter and dips his head to press his lips against your clit, kissing before he sucks gently on it. You yelp, but quickly feel that heat returning and sparking in your core. He licks at your entrance, swirling his tongue around. “Taste fuckin’ delicious, baby.” You have a feeling he isn’t prepping you for the tip anymore, even more so when he pulls back to feed your cunt two of his fingers.

You whine, desperately rolling your hips down against his thick fingers, fucking yourself down on him as he opens you up properly. He curls his fingers, rubbing that spongy spot inside of you. Your stomach twitches. “That it?”

“Mhm,” you whine, and he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, always sure to brush your g-spot. The heel of his palm slaps against your clit and you whine, looking at where his fingers fuck into you. It’s an obscene view, his knuckles drenched in your juices while you clench down around him.

“Good girl,” he sighs when he finally pulls his fingers from you. He gets a good grip on his cock, rubbing the head through your slippery, sensitive folds. He coats it in your arousal before notching it at your opening. When he pushes in, he stays true to his word so far, but the tip is enough to make the room spin all over again. You squeeze down on him and he groans a rough, “Fuck. So goddamn tight.”

His words make you clench again, and his head tips to meet your shoulder blade, body poised at an awkward angle while he fights to stay at least partially outside of you. “Didn’t expect you to feel this fuckin’ good, sweetheart. So fuckin’... good.” He gives you shallow thrusts with the tip, just barely enough to slip in and out of you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as if trying to keep himself quiet, trying to steel himself into remembering who he’s on top of and who he just made come. 

“Joel,” you whine, carding a hand through his hair and tugging lightly until he brings his eyes on you. “Fuck me.”

For once that night, it’s enough. With his eyes on you, he eases into you, groaning with every inch he gives you until he’s bottomed out in your cunt. With all of Joel’s prepping, there’s no pain, only the fullness of what it’s like to throb around him, to leak down his cock. Your fist tightens in his hair when he pulls out of you only to slam back into you. You look down where his body almost covers yours, and through your silhouettes, you can see the stretch of your arousal sticking to his happy trail, stretching between your skin. The room does spin, now, a blur of pink and pleasure.

Joel says, nipping at your ear, “This what you wanted? Wanted me to stretch you out, make you take my cock like the whore you are?” He rolls his hips into yours and effortlessly finds your g-spot like before. Your legs scramble for purchase, wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against you. His happy trail, spattered with your arousal, rubs against your clit. You grind your hips down, dig your nails into his biceps, desperate to meet his thrusts. When you don’t respond, he pinches your nipple, and your legs wind even tighter around him in surprise.

“Yes! Wanted it – wanted it when you first walked in, fuck,” you whine.

Joel smirks into the place between your shoulder and neck, kissing up the expanse of your skin. “Horny little girl. Bet you went home so excited to put that wand on your pretty clit, only to find out it quit on ya.” You can only moan, boneless and foggy underneath him as he rocks his hips into you. “Fucked my fleshlight thinkin’ of you, but I bet you already knew that, didn’t you? Wanted to bounce you on my cock so bad. Fuckin’ choking me like I knew you would.”

“Fuck me like you fucked it, then,” you say in a rush, your whimpers still poking through your sentences. “H-hard, Joel, want it rough.”

Joel grunts, twitching inside of you from your request. “Shit, can’t say no to ya. Gotta have… gotta have a goddamn death wish or somethin’, baby.” With that, he finds a punishing, ravenous pace, the filthy noises of his body slapping against yours filling the store from wall to wall. He grins. “But you like it, dirty girl. Can feel ya gettin’ close. C’mon, gimme another, baby.”

You come with a cry, soaking his cock, eyes watering from relief while you grip him. Warmth seeps into your bones and turns your brain to mush, electric from dopamine. You go limp on the ledge while he continues fucking into you, voice filling your ears, “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuuuuck, way better than that fleshlight. Shoulda bent you over the counter and fucked you that first night.” You moan at the thought, pussy still clenching his cock. 

You’re too busy coming to notice him reaching to the side, retrieving the long-forgotten wand. You could scream when he touches it to your clit again on the medium setting, and then your thighs are shaking around him even stronger and you’re coming for the third time that night, launched from one orgasm straight into another with Joel hovering over you, still fucking into you. “Fuck, again?” he asks, voice layered with disbelief. “Such a messy pussy, baby. Drippin’ down my thighs. Gonna make it even messier, pump you full ‘a my cum, sweet girl.”

Your vision whites, palms slapping on the counter before he wraps his hand back in yours like before to ground you. You squeeze his hand and moan in response. He turns the vibrator back to low and keeps rolling his hips into you. “Close, baby, gonna shoot this load up your pretty pussy.” Joel’s forehead drops to the counter, still mouthing at your neck when you feel him jerk inside of you. You feel the warmth of his cum spill into you while you still flutter around him, his debauched moans filling your ear as he empties himself into your cunt.

Both of you are breathing heavily by the time he pulls away from you, you laying down on the counter and staring at the ceiling tiles. They’re unfocused and blurry in your post-orgasmic bliss. You blink yourself back to reality, giving him a look with your hooded, tired eyes. His chest rises and falls, mouth and softening cock smeared with your cum. He’s looking at you with the same eyes you’re giving him, something crossed between incredulity and shamelessness.

Joel fishes around in his back pocket before finding a red flannel handkerchief, which he’s careful to dab at your inner legs. You’re both silent until he separates from you with a peck to your forehead. “Did good for me. You’re, uh… really somethin’, sweetheart.”

You grin at him. “That mean this is gonna happen again?” You ask as he tucks himself away and buckles his belt. You stuff your tits back in your bra, pulling down your shirt and securing your pants and shoes from where they’d long fallen into piles on the floor.

“Don’t jump the gun, baby.” He rubs the back of his neck and licks his lips. “But I ain’t rulin’ it out.”

A cocky smirk tugs at your lips, and you hop fully off of the counter, tugging your jeans up your waist. Joel taps the vibrator box when you’re all done. “Cash me out?” he asks, stuffing the handkerchief back in his pocket and grabbing his wallet instead.

You nod, scanning the damaged vibrator box and batteries and reading off his total. You bag up the soaked vibrator, the on-the-house toy cleaner, and the rest of the batteries he’d bought. “Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.

“Nah, hun. That’s for you. What use am I gonna get out of a vibrator unless it’s makin’ you come?” He pats the back of your hand and slides the bag across to you again.

You stare at him, fighting not to let your jaw loosen. “Joel… that’s a lot of money.”

“And you deserve to come as much as you want, got it, pretty girl?” He smiles at you with a shrug as if he hadn’t just wrung three out of you within an hour. “Besides, you have my number. You know who to ask if you ever need someone to talk you through it.”

You choke, nodding dumbly at his proposition. So definitely not ruled out.

“Thank you,” you say, bringing yourself to match his smile.

He gives your hand a squeeze and says, “See you later, sweetheart,” before heading out.

And sure, this entire thing is a tornado that could toss up your life like a trailer park, but for Joel? You’d let it happen.

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[harrysonlylover]

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[virgo-opinions]

My all time favorites, an ongoing list of pure magic if you will <<3

This list contains everything that has made me whore the hell out, made my brain turn to mush, my thighs clench, my body go fuzzy and occasionally my heart swell.

*Remember, only you are responsible for your media consumption. Be sure to thoroughly read the writers warnings and know they have their own blog boundaries regarding minors.*

*updated 11/01/2021

☾— new update

SERIES

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» The Match (ongoing) by @babyboibucky

(CEO!Bucky x Reader; You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.)

» Fake Boyfriends, Real Orgasms (ongoing) by @bucksfucks

(roommate!bucky x f!reader; when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.)

» Your Filthy Heart (ongoing) by @sweeterthanthis

(stepdad!bucky x 18+f!reader; Since the moment Bucky Barnes entered your life, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him. The fact that he was marrying your mother was just a minor block in the road. As you embark on a raunchy affair with your new Stepfather, you realize there’s a lot more to Bucky Barnes than first meets the eye)

» Appointments (ongoing) by @buckycuddlebuddy

(tfatws!bucky x reader; bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely inn 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.)

» Connected (ongoing) by @ambrosiase

(camboy!bucky x fem!reader; a series of interconnected oneshots about wolfie and blossom’s relationship)

» Play Pretend (Part I & II) by @wkemeup 

(bucky x reader; when bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help)

» Peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy

(dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader; what they were doing was wrong, both of them knew that. it had to be kept as a secret. not everyone would understand what they have, she knew that much. they’d look at them and see an older man misleading a girl so much younger than him. it wasn’t misleading, taking advantage- whatever they called their situation. it was love. forbidden, not-society-friendly, but love)

» Parking Lot Fun (Part of the Beefy!Biker Bucky series) by @angrythingstarlight

(beefy!biker bucky x reader; this is my favorite installment of this series, so go check out the other bits!)

» Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

(fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader; he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you feel like you were someone- but you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fat that he somehow made you feel like you were someone- but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that now. you were in too deep.

ONE SHOTS

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» Messy by @bucksfucks

(dilf!Bucky x f!teacher!reader; being a teacher means you encounter many dilf’s)

» Closer to You by @bloomingbucky

(tfatws!bucky x female reader; when bucky’s mission is taking longer than anticipated you’re both desperate to find a way to feel close again)

» Informal Affairs by @dreamlessinparis

(mob!bucky x mob!f!reader; You knew when your father passed that it wouldn’t be easy, but what you didn’t realize how far you would have to go to save it all. Straight into your past and back into the arms of the man who broke your heart)

» Unconventional Love by @jurassicbarnes

(bodyguard!bucky x royal!reader; you and bucky sneak out of a boring fundraiser)

» Mean It by @gogolucky13

(bucky barnes x f!reader; You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he’s your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.)

» Pierced Through and Through by @angrythingstarlight

(tfatws!bucky barnes x reader; bucky has planned the perfect vacation. all he has to do is get through the metal detectors without revealing his secret)

» Tainted Love by @gogolucky13

(70s!pornstar!bucky x 70s!pornstar!reader; As a rising star in the adult film industry, you catch the eye of a one Bucky Barnes, who is set on ensuring you only work with him.)

» DILF Practice by @bucksfucks

(dilf!Bucky x f!reader; baby making sex with your husband)

» Ride Me, Sweetheart by @angrythingstarlight

(bucky barnes x fem!reader; bucky shows you there’s more than one way to ride his motorcycle)

» Yours by @cherrypickertheory

(bucky barnes x fem!reader; A new girl joins the team, and gets a little too close to Bucky for your liking.)

» Greedy by @babyboibucky

(Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky wants to try something new with you) 

» A Job Well Done by @angrythingstarlight

(bucky barnes x reader; bucky might not have completed the mission, but he’s going to make sure he meets his goal of taking care of you. after all, he always does a good job when it comes to pleasing you. nothing makes him happier)

» Dinner by @buppybucky (deactivated)

(dilf!bucky x babysitter!reader; you fell right into his chest and giggled. “take it.” he whispered in your ear. your mind instantly flooded with lewd thoughts.)

» Sticky Situation by @certainaesthetic

(bucky barnes x woc!reader; you and bucky sneak out for dessert)

» Sweaty by @coffeecatsandcandles

(husband!bucky x mom!reader; You and Bucky have a quickie on the couch while your children are napping upstairs.)

» Tease by @ambrosiase

(bucky barnes x gn!reader; bucky didn’t know what he was signing up for when he agreed to let you be on top for once. it as own fault, really.)

» Oral Fixation by @boxofbonesfic

(bucky barnes x reader; your newest kink throws you - and bucky - for a loop)

» The Bar Rules by @buckyhoney

(bartender!bucky x reader) 

» Documentary by @wicked-mind

(bucky barnes x reader; The team is watching a documentary about the avengers and its centered on Bucky, his girlfriend, and you.)

» Left Gasping for Air by @bucksfucks

(bucky barnes x f!reader; doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision)

» Steady by @azaleavi

(bucky barnes x reader; You can’t hold back even when Bucky just sits in front of you.)

» Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox by @pellucid-constellations

(bucky x reader; When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.)

» The Vacation by @becca-e-barnes

(dbf!bucky x reader; Your father hasn’t noticed the tension that’s been building between you and his best friend Bucky. How much self control do you have when you’re sharing a bed on vacation?) *this is apart of a series but this chapter is my FAVORITE*

» Milk Dud by @just-the-hiddles

(bucky barnes x reader; You and Bucky settle down for a movie night and Steve is an unwanted tag along.)

» Shaving by @starshipsofstarlord

(bucky barnes x reader)

» Fuck You (Derogatory) by @bucksfucks

(tfatws!bucky x f!reader; a ruined mission turns to you & bucky fucking it out)

» For Your Love by @buckycuddlebuddy

(tfatws!bucky barnes x reader; they were very young, a little shy from being fourteen at that time, but both of them knew they were it. soulmates.)

» Missed You Like Crazy by @inkyquill​  

(james bucky barnes x f!reader; Bucky comes home to you after his mission with Sam is over, and the two of you are eager to make up for lost time.) 

» Let me Hear You Scream by @barnesafterglow​ ☾

(bucky x f!reader; halloween night has more in store for you and bucky than you ever thought possible)

OTHER CHARACTERS

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» Should’ve Known Better by @babyboibucky

(Endings, Beginnings!Frank x Reader; You should have known better than to sleep with a friend)

» Backseat by @bucksfucks

(ex!dilf!steve; car sex before picking the kid up from his moms house)

» Who’s Your Daddy by @bemine-bucky

(destroyer!Chris x reader)

» Stay Here by @thewritingdoll

(destroyer!Chris x fem!reader)

» Some Nights (Part I & II) by @jurassicbarnes

(steve x reader x bucky; some nights end with two ridiculously handsome men teasing you in a roomful of strangers)

» Stay by @christywantspizza​ ☾

(destroyer!christ x female!reader; You wake up in the middle of the night and realize your husband wasn’t sleeping beside you. You set out to fix that unacceptable situation)

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[gogolucky13]

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**I do not give anyone permission to copy, translate or repost my work.**

What I’m working on

Follower celebration masterlist

Smut💋 • Angst💔 • Fluff☁️ • Dark(ish)🌒

Ghost of You (complete)💔💋☁️

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

Southpaw (complete)💔💋☁️

Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw. (Boxer AU)

Little Bird (ongoing)💔💋☁️

While home for summer break, you find yourself spending time with and falling for your neighbor, who also happens to be your dad’s best friend. (DBF AU)

The Holiday Hack [Two, Three]☁️

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party. (Modern/Fake dating AU)

Picking Up the Pieces [Two, Three]💔💋

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. (Modern AU)

Pretty Boy☁️

You make Bucky a pretty boy.

Twinkle Toes☁️

Bucky tags along to your day of pampering.

Riding Lessons💋

Bucky teaches you how to ride a motorcycle and you teach him how you can ride something else.

What We Are💋☁️

The team goes to karaoke night, then you and Bucky make some music of your own.

Then. Now. Always.☁️

Bucky loves you then, now, and always. (Modern AU)

Santa Baby💋

Bucky is picked to play Santa for the annual Christmas party.

Partition💋

Bucky likes to remind you he’s yours. (Mob AU)

Sexual Healing💔💋☁️

You ask a touch-starved Bucky if he wants to try something new in an attempt to take your minds off work.

Office Hours💋

Professor Barnes gives you a bad grade and you visit him during his office hours to find out why. (Professor AU)

Metanoia💔💋☁️

In the last stages of his recovery, Bucky goes on a spiritual retreat where he meets you, and finds more of himself along the way.

A Little Old Fashioned☁️

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

Mile High Club💋☁️

You meet Bucky on a plane ride and things escalate quickly. (Modern AU)

Medicine💋

Bucky needs you like medicine.

Mean It💔💋☁️

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated. (sex pollen)

Tainted Love🌒💔💋

As a rising star in the adult film industry, you catch the eye of a one Bucky Barnes, who is set on ensuring you only work with him. (70s pornstar AU)

Don’t Fear the Reaper🌒💔💋

One night, the Winter Soldier appears at your place of work to eliminate a target. He leaves you alive, only to return a few months later.

Toxic Love🌒💔💋

When you’re given the chance to work with a new co-star, Bucky gets jealous and has to remind you who you belong to. (70s pornstar AU)

Dead in the Water🌒💔💋

When the siren calls, you answer. Whether you want to or not. (Sailor AU)

Notam🌒💔💋

You’ve seen many things and met many people on your travels, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the White Wolf and what he has planned for you. (70s cult AU)

Comply🌒💔💋

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner. (sex pollen)

Suck on That💋

Bucky gets some naughty thoughts while watching you suck a lollipop.

Bah Humbug!☁️

Bucky doesn’t like Christmas and you try to get him in the holiday spirit with a gift.

Fool For You☁️

Bucky and reader are awkward fools in love.

Safe💔☁️

Bucky is out for a late night walk when you’re in need of saving.

What’s An Advent Calendar?☁️

Bucky learns what an advent calendar is.

Enough💔

Bucky continues to act recklessly during missions and you’ve had enough.

Give and Take💋

You and the Sheriff have an agreement.

Please Me🌒💔💋

Your husband isn’t too pleased you’ve come home late again, and decides to make you show him how appreciated he is.

The Interrogation🌒💋

The sheriff brings you in for some questioning.

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[sleepy-bookworm]

you guys i have 5 books that i’m currently reading. help

#one i'm only a few pages in. the other one i'm like 50-ish pages in ?? its so boring. and i'm REreading Red queen so it doesn't matter what #page I'm on. (pg20) and then i'm also reading with malice and ??? i'm like 70 pages in #and i'm also reading A MONSTER CALLS but i'm pretty sure that i'm going to dbf that one because whenever i try to read it #i almost fall asleep #I NEED TO FINISH RQ AND AMC #thoughts