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everyday i wake up and attempt my silly little tasks while daydreaming about fictional characters
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p0rn w/ feelings is so funny it’s like I’ve tricked you into reading this fic by offering you smut but as soon as you get there I pull out a chair, sit backwards on it, and say “hey, pal. you wanna talk about abandonment issues?” and then you have no choice but to listen
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Insatiable
Summary: The Mandalorian has a run in with some rather odd pollen while hunting for a quarry and you try to fix it
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Automatic dub-con due to the pollen, penetrative sex, sex against a wall, Mando finds a loophole to take his helmet off but everything else stays on, the Child is sleeping don’t worry, little bit of cockwarming, soft ending
A/N: Me, posting fic during daylight hours? I’m just as surprised as you are, who am I
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Something is— something is wrong with the Mandalorian. The fact that he’s returning without the quarry is concerning enough but the way he’s moving, the way he’s hauling himself up the ramp and out of the jungle like he’s hurt is what sends your heart rocketing into your throat. You can’t see any chinks in the beskar even as he steps into the light of the Razor Crest and the rational part of your brain realizes that the lack of any outward signs of injury, that his armor is still in place, should make you feel better.
Instead what it does is make you swallow, makes you want to reach out and run your hands along the gleaming metal and the thick fabric between the plates, fingers probing for something to fix. “Mando?” You hate how your voice sounds even as it’s leaving your mouth, thin and shaking under its own weight and you feel the anxiety curdle in your gut.
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Anonymous asked:
33. I really want to kiss you right now with bucky 🥺
whoops my finger slipped and—
“delicate”
He’s radiant when he smiles, waves his hands about animatedly as he gets caught up in the conversation. He’s a magnet, lures all sets of eyes, male and female alike, to him at the center of the room.
I really want to kiss him right now.
It’s not a surprising thought, and it isn’t the first of its kind. A slow, subtle attraction that bloomed fully into what it is now: a full-blown schoolgirl crush that leaves you a pining, hopeful mess every time you lay eyes on him.
And it shouldn’t shock you. The transition from trauma-riddled hermit to a man who commands attention just by breathing, has been one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever witnessed. A truly stunning metamorphosis into his own man - not the boyish sergeant or the Soldat, but a man comfortably in-between.
“You know if you stare any longer he’s going to figure it out.” Steve is teasing as he smirks down at you, and all you can do is smile sadly.
“No he won’t,” is your response.
“Why don’t you just tell him? Why put yourself through this?”
A quick, downward jerk of your chin. “That’s why.”
Across the party, a tall, lithe beautiful woman sidles up to Bucky, bats her glorious eyelashes, and you watch sourly as they flirt back and forth.
“That?” Steve asks, almost incredulous. “That’s nothing. That’s just Bucky reacquainting himself.”
His face drops as moments later, Bucky and the woman make their exit together, his gleaming vibranium hand on her lower back. You send Steve a shaky sideways smirk.
“He’s reacquainting himself, all right.”
Reaching for a bottle of champagne on the other side of the bar, you lean up and kiss the Captain on the cheek.
“I appreciate what you were trying to do, Steve.” There’s a wobble to your voice that has his eyebrows pinching downward in concern, fingers twitching to reach out to you. “Thanks for trying.”
He watches as you make your way out of the party, avoiding the exit Bucky and his conquest for the night had taken, and for the first time in decades he curses his best friend’s utter stupidity.
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I’ve got you under my Skin - Masterpage
Summary: Modern!AU We’ve been sleeping together on and off for almost a year and I know it’s angry hate sex but I got you a little gift because it reminded me of you.
Warnings: Hate to Love, Smut (+16), Idiots in Love, Teasing, Feelings, Kindergarten Teacher Bucky, Snow Globes are Important
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Under Pastel Skies - Masterlist
Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.
Warnings: SFW, Alternative POV, Artist!Reader, Writer!Bucky, Mutual Pining, Adopted!Reader…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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Moodboard by @vashanatasha Moodboard by @anonymous
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Betrayal
Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader // Featuring Bucky Barnes
Summary: “So it’s true what they say: betrayal comes from the ones closest to us.”
Word Count: 1,460
Warnings: Language, Spanking, and more Filth
A/N: I kinda used this as a test to see if i can write a mobster AU. Emotion n°72 Power 18+ only please!
The lights in the club were dimmed, the music slow and sensual. It was a nice club, lots of rich people came here. Former or current drug dealers were usually taken to the VIP rooms where Steve Rogers’ crew engaged in typical mob money-making activities.
The room went deadly silent as your boss entered the club just before closing time. He poured himself a good measure of whiskey while everyone hastened out of the room.
He came here for you.
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Cold Shower
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: can I request an imagine where steve and reader are in a secret relationship and one time they have sex in the bathroom and Bucky interrupts them so they have to hide. please, smutty smut :) Requested by @tony-stinks
Word Count: 1,511
Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral (FR), Unprotected Sex
A/N: Hope you’ll like it :)
It was one of those days when you suddenly decide to take a shower with your boyfriend. And it was one of those relationships that you hide from your friends.
It wasn’t because of Steve, lord knows he was nothing but kind and considerate to you. Late at night, he would open his door and cross the corridor to your room on tiptoe.
Somehow, he got a kick out of it. He loved the thrill of getting caught, he was a soldier pretending to be a spy.
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I Won’t Say Masterlist
Summary: Royal!AU. Ellaria Stark is the daughter of a king. When she is unwittingly betrothed to the king of a neighboring city, she isn’t sure how to feel. More importantly, she isn’t sure how the king will feel if he finds out the truth about her.
Pairing: James Barnes x OFC, Ellaria Stark.
Warnings: Provided for each chapter, please be sure to read them!
poor Chris goddamn
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Peonies
Pairing: Tattoo Artist! Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve has a new client who knows exactly what she wants. And a tattoo.
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: language; filth F I L T H, i’m not joking this is smut (praise kink; slight daddy kink; fingering; slight spanking; unprotected sex; hair pulling??? Steve Rogers’ face??????????)
A/N: listen. LISTEN. Steve Rogers has been the bane of my existence for too many days to count now, so i had to let it all out somehow, ok? @the-chocolate-moose is the sole reason for me unleashing this filth on you all so go yell at her if you don’t like my first ever attempt at smut, i can’t be held responsible
A/N2: THIS is what prompted this whole thing; have these images in your heads as well, so now sit back and enjoy this fuckery
A/N3: @the-chocolate-moose suggested i name this Peonies bc “it’s nice and close to penis”; i thought “just fuck me up man idc anymore” would be more fitting
masterlist
Steve is not in the mood today. He’s not in the mood to listen to Nat constantly blowing and popping her gum, he’s not in the mood to watch Sam obsessively clean the leather seats in the entire studio, he’s not in the mood to smell the acrid odour of cigarettes that Bucky brings in with him after he’s had his break.
He’s definitely not in the mood to feel his tshirt sticking to his back and shoulders as he’s working on the design of a new tattoo. With the AC broken, he’s more than grateful for the small autumn breeze that occasionally wafts in through the open doors. Maybe he should just close for the day. After all, none of them have any appointments left and who even comes in to get a tattoo at 4 pm on a Friday?
“Hi.”
Steve looks up from his notebook to be greeted by a woman leaning on the high counter. She’s smiling, a cheeky grin that he’s only ever noticed in regular customers whenever they come up with a new idea for a tattoo. Her fingers tap on the mahogany, indicating nervousness and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear when he hikes his glasses up on his head.
“Hi.” Steve smiles – customer service force of habit or just because she’s so damn gorgeous? “How can I help you?”
“Well, uh – I’m here for a tattoo obviously.” She says, eyes flashing down for a second. “My friend recommended your studio and I was in the neighbourhood anyway, so I thought I’d stop by to make an appointment.”
“What do you have in mind?” Steve asks, taking out the planner, ready to find a free spot for her.
“Oh, I want my hip covered in peonies.” She says with such nonchalance as if she’s just going to buy some milk.
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It’s All Fun and Games - Masterlist [Complete]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: language; alcohol consumption; sexual references and themes
Summary: A glimpse into Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, where they’re not together, but every single one of their friends would beg to differ.
Headcanons & Behind the Scenes
Moodboard by @gamorazenn
Stucky Comic based on Spin the Bottle by @blubberingmess
Bet? || The gang plays Monopoly. Y/N is losing.
I Dare You || The gang goes to the beach. Y/N is offered a dare.
Spin the Bottle || Peggy finds out Steve’s type. Y/N admits her one weakness.
Jenga || The gang goes to Tony’s pool party. Y/N finds out that Bucky lost at Jenga.
Charades || Bucky and Y/N are not allowed to be on the same team. Y/N comes up with a plan.
Never Have I Ever || Sam’s just had a bad date. Steve gets a sex ed lesson.
Would You Rather || Y/N watches a movie. Bucky thinks she’s only had shit boyfriends.
Paranoia || The gang plays Paranoia. Y/N needs to know the question (and the one time she got the answer).
Bottoms Up || Y/N is hosting Wanda’s bachelorette party. The girls have questions.
The Shoe Game || Wanda and Vis are getting married. Y/N and Bucky play a game themselves.
Truth || Bucky and Y/N spend a quiet evening at the beach. Bucky asks a question.
Puzzle || Bucky and Y/N answer one question.
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The Middle
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Friends, enemies, lovers… all at once or none at all. It’s all just one blurred line anyway, isn’t it?
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Mentions of blood and canon-typical violence. Smut and spice!
A/N: I said this would be angst and smut but I lied. I hope you enjoy this anyway. This was written for @venusbarnes‘ 5k challenge! Congrats bb Isabel💖. Please let me know what you think! I haven’t written for Bucko in a long while and I’m not happy with this, to be honest.
Masterlist link in my bio or search #gigi writes on my blog!
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Bucky Barnes doesn’t hate you.
He doesn’t particularly like you, either. In all honesty, he’s not sure exactly how he feels about you.
There’s this middle ground that he’s made for himself, a space that both you and him can occupy at the same time without wanting to kill each other or resort to less-clothed-but-just-as-violent means of resolving your issues and taking away your frustrations.
Usually, that space exists in the middle of a battlefield or a public place where your friends can act as mediators, but sometimes both of those things are unnecessary.
He walks into the movie theater in the compound in the middle of the afternoon, looking forward to a Sunday where the hours blend together and the B-rated films are plentiful. He hopes to find his friends there, but instead he finds you.
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Another’s Arms
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Sam Wilson
Summary: Steve’s always been bad at sharing. Until he isn’t.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Smut, consensual cuckolding of sorts, unprotected sex.
A/N: Uh… this was an ask for Smutty Saturday. Clearly, it got away from me.
Masterlist link in bio, or search #gigi writes!
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Steve meets you in a smoke-filled bar after too many tequila shots and not enough water.
He sticks out like a sore thumb with his crisp white shirt and pressed pants, but hey, he’s still kind of getting used to appropriate fashion in the twenty-first century. You, on the other hand, fit right in with the rest of the crowd, sparkly top and dark wash jeans spinning under dim lights.
Sam nudges his side, nods towards the other side of the room from where you’ve been staring at him for the past half hour. A quirk of an eyebrow, a red-lipped smile hidden behind the rim of a shot glass, and he knows then that he’s taking you home tonight. Steve goes right in with newfound confidence in the bottom of laced whiskey, an encouraging slap on the back from Sam guiding him all the way over to you.
You dance until Steve’s shirt sticks to his back, your body feeling sweet and so right pushing back against his. He turns you in his arms, feels all that warmth pressed up against his front, follows the stray drop of sweat making a path from your neck to your cleavage, and wonders if you’d let him just lean in and taste the salt on his tongue.
Instead, he pushes you further into his body with a hand on your neck and the other on the small of your back, tastes lime and tequila and salt, and the promise of a good fucking night.
When you break, your eyes half-lidded and lipstick starting to smear, Steve follows your gaze to where you’ve caught Sam’s eye at the bar, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
Steve doesn’t know what possesses him to ask. “You like him?”
“He’s cute,” you have to shout over the music, Steve feels the sound of your voice curl into his bones. “But you’re all mine tonight.”
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Skin Deep
Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: A chance meeting in the dead of night gives way to something new.
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Spicy touching (so much touching), mentions of needles and blood (because tattoos).
A/N: Hello! ‘Tis my day of birth, and what better way to celebrate it than with big n tol, tattooed Steve? You can blame the existence of this fic on this post. No, I’m not taking any questions, just look at it and then come read this. Thank you all for sticking with me through my break and always being lovely! Let me know what you think of this. Enjoy! :) x
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After a whole year of living in the same building, the first conversation you have with the guy happens in the laundry room.
It’s late, too late to be doing anything else except sleeping, but you’re awake, and he’s awake, and he’s looking right at you when you come through the door.
“Oh,” you swallow thickly, clearing your throat. Something to make you sound a little less affected, a little less like you know exactly who he is and exactly what he does to you. “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”
You’ve seen him around the building before. Tall, blonde, and blue-eyed. Soft pink lips framed by a thick, dark beard, and a mountain of a body, the hardness of which is effused by the cozy fabrics usually adorning it.
Small glimpses— that’s all you’ve really gotten.
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Faded
Pairing: bucky x oc ( julia ) - former steve x oc ( julia ) Warnings: Angst, lots of it. Basic smut, not very special. post end game. mutual pining. Word Count: 13,315
When he’d stepped onto the platform his eyes met hers and she swore there was a flicker of something. Sadness, maybe? He was taking her in, his eyes soaking in every inch of her and then he was gone. There were only a few things in Julia’s life she’d ever been scared of - being alone namely. Though there were others, not being enough, being forgotten, being replaced.
Five. he’d come back.
Four. he’d said he’d loved her just last night.
Three. when he made love to her, he seemed extra intense.
Two. the look he’d given her was unusual, like he felt ashamed.
One. where was he?
Her anxious eyes looked to Bruce and Sam who were beginning to bicker nervously, her heart was hammering in her chest now. Her mouth felt dry, and her fingers were going numb. A hand on her back was the sole thing that caused her to take a deep breath, “Breathe, Doll… it’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered tensely as he maintained his eyes on the last spot either of them had ever seen Steve. A sense of anguish ran through her, how could he leave her? Hadn’t she been enough? Her eyes looked around to see if this was something only she was experiencing the seemingly never ending moment. However, everyone was still watching with rapt attention to the platform desperately hoping he’d come back, but she knew better.
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On His Shoulder
Summary: Five separate occasions in which Bucky tells you to put something on his shoulder.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: ~3.7k
Warnings: language, enemies-to-lovers-ish, SMUT 18+ (vaginal sex)
Prompt: ‘Put Your Head on My Shoulder’ by Paul Anka
A/N: Hello! So, I know what you’re thinking. WoW, rEaL oRiGiNaL tItLe. And you’re right, but I don’t care lol. Anyways, this is written for @multifxndomtrxsh ‘s 1k Celebration Challenge! Congrats on your followers! To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Not my Gif.
“FUCK!”
The bags drop from your hands, spilling their contents all over the Compound’s parking garage. You were attempting to carry your groceries from your car to the kitchen – determined to make only one trip. Despite your arms being laden with five canvas bags, you were confident you could handle the weight.
In hindsight, maybe you should’ve taken more than one trip.
You crouch down, beginning to cram the items back into the reusable bags. The corner of your box of crackers is crumpled and the bananas are slightly bruised, but otherwise, no serious damage seems to have happened. As you continue to pile your groceries, you hear a set of heavy footsteps approach from behind.