to my black followers,

i love you, you are important, your life matters. and i’m so sorry for how america, and the world treats you.

Keep Quiet

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 468

Summary: You and Bucky are attending one of Tony’s lavish parties. He’s wearing a bow tie…

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 2K follower celebration and the week of kinks! It was very hard for me to narrow it down and get 7 kinks (I wanted to do one per day) so I had to combine a couple that worked well together. Today I chose bow tie and neck. I love when a man (particulary Seb) wears a bow tie and his neck is so fucking gorgeous. Enjoy! Thank you all for reading! Love always ❤❤❤ PS Lisa @sallycanwait68 this is double trouble for you, I apologize for nothing!😁

Warnings: Bucky in a bow tie, his neck, semi-public sex, bow tie kink, neck kink, male oral, cursing…SMUT (18+ only please ;) 

The music from the party pulses through your body but nothing compares to heat you feel for the man you currently have pinned against the door of the bathroom. “Fuck, doll, what’s gotten into you,” Bucky moans before you press your lips to his. His hands explore the bare skin of your back, sliding down to give your ass a firm squeeze.

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WHOA I was not prepared for sub!bucky 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 this is my dream come true!

Oh my GOD!!! This is just absolutely perfect in so many ways and I wish I had a bucky living with me to help me create so much noise 😂

Thank you so so so so much for writing this! It meant alot to me and helped me in more ways than possible ❤❤❤❤❤

DID SOMEONE CALL FOR BACKUP?

I don't know why this anon has its ballsack stuck in a rat trap for but I'm feeling fabulous!

They seriously need to fuuuuck off 😏

The Death of Him

Charles Blackwood x Reader

PROMPT: “I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?”

WARNINGS: Charles is a cocky little weasel, semi nsfw, implied smut.

WORD COUNT: 457

AUTHORS NOTES: this Drabble is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I thought this prompt worked best with Charles ☺️ hope you like it 🥰

“Charles, when are you going to fix that step out front?” You asked as you poured the tea into uncle Julian’s cup. You didn’t intend on sounding like you were nagging, but you’ve noticed ever since Charles Blackwood - a distant cousin first arrived, his motives are becoming more clear and he’s becoming more lazy.

“When are you also going to plant those flowers in the garden Charles?” You continued, looking him straight in the eye.

“You’re just a housekeeper. Why don’t you mind that...” he tapped the bridge of his nose and you scoffed. You hated his rudeness, always telling you you’re putting your nose too much into his business. Charles stood suddenly and left the kitchen.

You put down the fragile teapot in the middle of the table and followed after him. He was halfway up the stairs and you followed him to his room at the end of the hall. His bedroom was unfortunately also next to yours.

“Why are you following me Y/N. What do you want?” He asked bitterly, swinging the bedroom open and undoing his tie and the first three buttons on top.

“I just want to know when you plan on becoming the man of the house and doing the jobs you promised you would do?” You stood in the doorway with your arms folded across your chest.

With a smug grin, Charles stalked towards you and said, “I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?” As he spoke, his fingers traced your jawline.

“I...” you were speechless. Who the hell did this guy think he is?

Before you could tell him where to shove his head, he spoke. “Come on darling, I’ll help you relieve that tension you have.” Charles grabbed your hand and pulled you into his guest room, shutting and locking the door behind you.

“What if Uncle Julian needs me?” You asked worried that you would get caught.

Charles chuckled. “Don’t worry about him, I’m just doing my job after all.” He pulled you over to the bed, pushing you down onto the surprisingly comfy mattress. Charles hiked your dress up over your waist, his fingers hooked on either side of your underwear, a damp patch noticeable on the crotch area. He swiftly pulled them down and pocketed them. His hands were on your knees, pushing your legs apart.

“Oh my.” Charles moaned, brushing his nose into your wetness. “You smell so good darling, let me have a taste.” Charles kept eye contact with you while his tongue brushed through your folds from your entrance to your clit. And in that moment, you knew you would never be able to say no to Charles Blackwood.

Bugslist: @jobean12-blog @marvelgirl7 @godofplumsandthunder

june fic posting blackout

Hi all! There’s been a lot of discussion going around lately about the lack of feedback and reblogs that authors (and, frankly, artists of all stripes!) receive and how absolutely disheartening it is.

In solidarity with all content creators, whether participating or not, I’m taking a break from posting fics this coming month of June 2020 in order to give all my readers a chance to:

…. AND to give myself a chance to:

I will resume posting content in July—my current plan is to kick off by posting every day in July, if I can finish @itsbuckysworld’s Hello Spring challenge in time.

Thanks to all for taking part in whatever ways work for you—leaving comments, reblogging, taking a needed break, or carrying on. Here’s hoping we can reset into a better space for everyone :-)

Tags below the cut.

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Right. First of all anon, HOW DARE YOU? I’ve only been following @azurika-writes for 10 minutes because of a mutual who reblogged her stories and I love them.

Second of all, how dare you.

Third of all, fuck you right back.

Azuri, you’re doing an amazing job here and please do not listen to these assholes.

WOOOOOW. 

Congrats anon. You’re clearly a dickbag AND a coward since you can’t even bring yourself to sign your bullshit.

@azurika-writes​ Ignore them. I thought your stuff was lovely. 

They are all big and macho behind the anonymity! Cowards 😏

Ok, anon, what’s your point? If you don’t like someone’s writing, there’s an unfollow and a block button. Oh, and remember the words of Thumper

That’s exactly what I thought! I have more anon asks criticising my writing because i made some errors (english isn’t my first language) thank you for being lovely ❤

@book-dragon-13​ was a lot nicer than me and @itsunclebucky​. But the message is the same. Don’t worry sweetheart, we got your back. 

HBC are here and assembled! 😉❤

bucky comes back from a mission in europe with a week’s worth of stubble and proceeds to rub it in steve’s face

(not pictured: tony’s face at a team meeting after seeing steve with beard burn on his face and bucky’s smug smirk)

#his face

Buck-aoke!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: your singing annoys the hell out of Bucky, so you do it more to get him riled up, only to get an unexpected visit to his bedroom.

Warnings: fluff, fun, implied smut ;)

Authors Notes: The gif is irrelevant lol don’t worry, Bucky doesn’t hurt you!!! Our soldier would never hurt a lady :)

“When the White Wolf fought, a silver tongued devil, his army of elves, at his hooves did they revel…” you sang at the top of your voice at 6 a.m. on a Monday morning, people barely awake but you knew what you were doing when you saw the grumpy former veteran soldier sulking over his morning coffee, probably his third cup knowing him. 

He glared up over his cup and sighed dramatically. “Knock it the fuck off.” he warned, his eyes narrowed and you failed to suppress the giggle that slipped through your lips. Pissing Bucky off was your muse since the avengers were stuck at the compound for the next few months, and Bucky was sure you were going to drive him crazy. 

“Why? I live here, I’m allowed to do what I want. You’re not my daddy.” you teased, another thing to get the poor old man riled up over.

“While the devil’s horns, minced our tender meat, and so cried the Witcher, he can’t be bleat…” You squealed in fright when you were suddenly hoisted up and over a strong shoulder. A cold metal arm behind the backs of your legs as he marched you out of the kitchen. “Bucky! Where are we going?!”

“Daddy has a lesson to teach you princess.” 

Uh oh, you thought when the door to his room opened and closed quickly. You were thrown onto the bed and squealed once again. 

“Bucky please. I promise to never sing again.” you pleaded with doe eyes. 

“Too late princess. I gave you a chance and you didn’t listen to me. Now let’s see how quiet I can force you to be yeah?”

😂 daddddddy

Right. First of all anon, HOW DARE YOU? I've only been following @azurika-writes for 10 minutes because of a mutual who reblogged her stories and I love them.

Second of all, how dare you.

Third of all, fuck you right back.

Azuri, you're doing an amazing job here and please do not listen to these assholes.

WOOOOOW. 

Congrats anon. You’re clearly a dickbag AND a coward since you can’t even bring yourself to sign your bullshit.

@azurika-writes​ Ignore them. I thought your stuff was lovely. 

They are all big and macho behind the anonymity! Cowards 😏

Oh bucky you darling 😭

Picnic

Pairing: Hal Carter x reader

Word Count: 455

Summary: You and Hal take your family on a picnic

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Cowboy Day and @book-dragon-13 birthday! I wanted to write a little something for you for today. I hope you have a day as beautiful as you are, so happy to call you my friend, much love always ❤❤❤ Thank you all for reading! Love you all❤❤❤

Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY FLUFF LOVE :)

Warm sunlight filtered into the kitchen as Hal held the door open, “come on, darlin’, I think you have enough food to feed an army.” Hal’s laughter follows you out the door, a large picnic basket in one hand and the small fingers of your son in your other hand.

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Precious ❤❤❤❤❤❤

Right. First of all anon, HOW DARE YOU? I've only been following @azurika-writes for 10 minutes because of a mutual who reblogged her stories and I love them.

Second of all, how dare you.

Third of all, fuck you right back.

Azuri, you're doing an amazing job here and please do not listen to these assholes.