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Mia | she/her | 24 | INFJ | witch | I love words
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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Underground

Pairing: Fighter!Bucky Barnex x Reader

Plot: The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.

Warnings: 18+. Smut and violence.

Words: 7,2OO

As much as you don’t want to admit to it, you understand how this atmosphere could offer a distraction from some of the awful things. The world has gone to shit for the most part since the Blip. Governments are trying their best at getting most people what they need – something they weren’t too great at before the Blip – but there is a group way too large that is only managing day to day. Many people have decided to live at night, make their living through more unconventional ways, and sleep during the day…

The Underground.

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You noticed quickly that it’s a futile job, to try and mend him when the serum works faster than your nervous hands do. Regardless, Bucky always lets you do your job. Lets you clean off the dried blood, disinfect wounds and even close up some cuts with some easy stitches. Though perhaps he just needs someone to care for him, someone to touch him a bit more lovingly than the brutal punches he cashes. So you do just that. And he lets you. Every night.

This got me so soft, I love tough Bucky all sharp edges allowing some sort of normalcy and warmth in a very concealed way, like "Oh! human contact, absolutely disgusting... do it again!"

And how you're able to build in subtle sentences that convey that, like it's a supposition but we know it's the truth.

“Who did this.” It’s more an order than a question.

I'm just saying, "who did this" SHOULD COME AS A WARNING!!! When she got punched I was waiting for him to ask just that, I mean, we love to be independent, strong girlies, but... I'm not saying no to Bucky Barnes wanting to protect me, I'd be his damsel in distress any day-

“Good girl.”
Bucky turns to you, hoping a glare will be enough to make you back the fuck away from him. But the glare he’s met with is just a strong, if not stronger than his, and he wants to growl at the feeling of Natasha’s glare on him too, which he imagines right along yours. He promised her to take care of you and maybe some stupid part of him feels like that includes making you feel like you’re useful.

Grumpy sounds so good and right on Buck, I love it!

“You want to massage me?”

Yes, sir.

Then he realises you’re doing it for him to breathe along to and he weakens, slackens, fucking melts at that.

I think vulnerability is hard to write and showcase without being obvious or directly saying so, and this sentence does an amazing job of showing vulnerability, but then again, I've never seen you fail at anything in your writing.

It's something very small like just breathing loud enough for someone to follow and calm down, yet very attentive, and he doesn't have any of that in this life, so that small act is not so small after all.

He feels you freeze for just a millisecond, before you stroke over that knot again and Bucky seizes up again. Fucking minx. He is now sure you know now exactly how vulnerable you have him, but you should know better than to keep going. Natasha said you were a smart thing after all.

I love this because of the implication that if you're sticking around him like that you're not that smart, you should know better because he's broken and too far gone, even if he's reclaimed his life there's a part of him that doesn't think he's worth anything good.

This – now this he enjoys a little more than either of those things.

Bucky definitely has a knack for "corruption" if that makes sense.

Your gaze falls to focus on your own hands and you swallow at the size of his thighs. And how hard they are, even relaxed. One flash of yourself straddling those thighs and your hands stutter their movements. Oh God, how great would it be to sit in his lap. Bury your hands in those brown locks and hover yourself above…
Your eyes drift to his underwear, the tight black fabric concealing nothing. You swallow hard and lick your lips in answer to that thought. The thought of teasing yourself over him, teasing him with your warmth, as if he’d be interested in nestling himself inside of you. As if he’d ever indulge in someone like you. But you can at least entertain the thought. Tugging his hair as you hitch away from his cock, because the feeling is just too much. Maybe he’ll allow you to ride those thighs instead. Grasp your hips gently enough for you to decide the pace, firmly enough for you to be unable to leave it.

no comments, just feels-

Absolute torture. It’s so good, yet so awful. So much of nothing, yet it’s everything.

GO OFF!!!

C'mon writing, we see you, how you manage to weave sentences so "simple" yet so loaded with meaning and beauty is beyond me-

So much of nothing, yet it’s everything.

Ok, get ready for my fangirl rampage, first of all, girl, what are those tags? You do not apologise for taking too long OR for the back story, you're out there creating art.

Second, we do love backstory AND a good slow burn, and baby, do you deliver! Every goddamn time you hit the mark, you're just setting the bar too high, the mortals can't compete.

Good plot, characterization, world-building, tension, dynamics, the way its build up is top-notch!

Third, we need more of very grumpy Bucky by M, it's just heavenly here, I love it here! - also, I just love me a man who's an absolute grump and urges fear in everyone, but is an absolute soft pup for his woman.

Anyway, I would read it even if there was no smut, I would read your shopping list at this point.

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Do you think Bucky is kinky? + his reaction if reader asks him to choke her 😈

I do think Bucky is kinky, but not on purpose. He just enjoys testing limits once he’s comfortable enough with you. The man just loves sex like a teenage boy, but indulges in it like a man. With desire and respect and patience.

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I've gone dumb brained just reading this... 😵‍💫

The man just loves sex like a teenage boy, but indulges in it like a man. With desire and respect and patience.
“I know I got you when you start squeezing me like that,” he breathes against the shell of your ear and gives a slow thrust while simultaneously tightening his grip on the sides of your throat. You let out a strained whine and arch up against him wantonly. “That good, sweetheart? You like feeling dizzy around my cock?”

Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!!!!!!! EXCUSE YOU!! I'm not anywhere near mentally stable to read a man like that... god help me, I'm needy.

“Don’t go dumb on me now. You wanted me to grip your throat like this? You come around my cock with my hand around your pretty, little neck, understood?” You whimper softly and he picks up his torturous pace, circling his hips so he rotates against your spot until you see stars.
He smirks, “And if you come for me a few times like a good girl, I’ll choke you with the other hand- Oh, you definitely like that, don’t you? Good. Work for it.”

I could read a million words on him just filthy talking like that.

Is this heaven? Is this hell? I don't know and I don't care but I want more.

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Hii dear, how do you think Bucky would react to reader asking him to touch himself while she watches?

I am so sorry, this took way too long, but inspiration hit me and I think you might like it, so here ya go! Let me know what you think.

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I'll let you know what I think, I think you killed me, I read this first thing in the morning, while having my coffee... and you had no business doing me like that! Giving me a heart attack that early? but also gave me the biggest smile.

Guess who was really hot and bothered during the morning... I swear you writing Bucky is just gonna be the death of me, but oh, lord, I'll die happily.

I LOVE WHEN BUCKY IS A TEASE.

“That was torture,” he mumbles against your lips, his resolve clearly faltering. “Watching your drip for me, beg for me, right in front of my nose. Nothing compares to you.” Fuck, his voice. “I want to feel your legs around me. Want your fingers in my hair,” he grunts and you can barely make sense of his rambling. “Want to feel you squeeze me and I want to taste you,” he lets out a starved groan, “God, I want to fucking taste you.

fUcK- This man I swear, him talking like that? groaning in your ear? good God!

He licks and nibbles and sucks and devours you whole. And when his tongue pushes into your whole slowly, you writhe against him and hiccup for breaths. Nothing is enough, everything is too much. You don’t know what you want from him, you don’t know what you are or want to become. You only know Bucky is the way to get it. To get relief and extasy and pleasure and warmth and Jesus Christ, this man will kill you.

Bucky is a professional pussy eater and we love to see it!!!

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK:

Nothing is enough, everything is too much.

it's too damn hot in here

“I counted,” he mumbles against you. “You watched me fuck my fist for ten minutes.” You gasp for breath as his nose circles against your clit and he inhales deeply. “So I get to make you come at least ten times.” Oh no, oh no, oh no–  “Holy fucking shit!” “One.”

And to end it like that?? like... I'm unwell.

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The Massage (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Despite the ache in his thigh, Bucky has been avoiding the new massage therapist for quite some time now.

Note: Okay, so due to an unnecessarily hot gif (and I mean unnecessarily hot), the original post with this story was unfortunately put in tumblr jail last night. This is a repost of that story. Please help me by spreading this fic even if you've already reblogged the original. I'd appreciate it immensely ❤️

Warnings: Smut, smut, and purely smut - with a plot! Pining, teasing, edging, Bucky is highly stimulated from his massage. Slight age kink and with a fluffy ending.

Words: 6.1K

For five months, Bucky has avoided coming here like the plague. He has made up excuses, hid in his bedroom, tried ordering all sorts of remedies online, and has even resorted to massaging the aching thigh himself, but of course Sam - the rat - had eventually had enough of his moaning and complaining, and had told on Bucky first chance he got.

Bucky knows that his annoyance towards Sam is uncalled for - that his thigh has become a nuisance, a reliability that is keeping him from performing as well in the field as he used to, but even though he has long since realised that the strain in the muscle will feel a lot better after just a few rounds of professional massage, he's still been praying every night for it to go away on its own just to avoid finding himself in exactly the situation he's in now: visiting the in-house massage therapist who also happens to have his heart beating a little faster every time she smiles at him. You.

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I mean blessed be whatever that gif was for unleashing this amazing fine piece of art here...

He knows there's no way out, that he eventually has to knock on the door in front of him and step inside your office, but his heart is racing like crazy in his chest and the jump from the window right next to him might not result in a particularly comfortable landing but it will definitely be more comfortable than the hell he surely will release upon himself when he feels your touch. It's a professional setting and the things he wants to do to you are fucking far from professional! He shouldn't even be having these thoughts; you're friends - colleagues even - and he's so much older than you. It's… creepy.

I loved his inner monologue throughout the whole thing, he's adorable and so fucking hot, God help me

Oh doll, you can do so much to help me! He clears his throat and bites back the unwelcome thought as he quickly pulls off his shirt and jeans.

Aaaaaaaaa I feel like a sinner

"It's a - uhm, shit - it's a… guy's problem."

THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Damn why is this so funny and so sweet, I was so giggly

“Yeah,” you nod quietly. “I - uhm - I guess I’ve been having this teensy tiny crush on you so - uhm - yeah,” you smile, all flustered, “- you know.”

The crush in question:

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"Peach," he whispers when your mouth strays away from his and starts moving down his jaw and throat. “You don’t have to go back to your room to take care of this, you know,” “Sweetheart,” he pants, not sure if this is really happening or if the sudden rush of blood to his crotch has him imagining things. “I can help you…” “Doll,”

No, but like, who gave you the right tho? I was not in any way, under no circunstances ready for this... THE PET NAMES?

“Your mouth,” he breathes and pinches your nipples between his fingertips, “your slutty little mouth. All wet and tight for me.”

Bucky talking dirty... It HaS mE wEaK iN tHe KnEeS, and now I have a girl problem!

I read most of it in the waiting room for a medical appointment and thank God I had my mask on cause I was too smiley and definitely too excited.

This was perfect, the writing is fantastic, the atmosphere, the freaking TENSION, you always unserstans the assignment. I'm speechless.

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Red Flags

CO-WRITTEN WITH @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader (hints of Marc Spector x female reader)

Summary: Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way.

Or alternatively: You get to use that ankle restraint on Steven and sit on his beautiful face.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: will cause unrealistic sex expectations, bondage/restraints, cunnilingus (face sitting), safe sex; unsafe relationship choices.

Word Count: 9.2k (ahahahah please don’t look at me)

The warning signs were written all over him like a marquee outside a theatre, lit up in gold and bright flashing red neon. 

On the first date you were supposed to have, he stood you up, only to call you four days later on a Wednesday night. Closer to midnight than dinnertime, oblivious and confused and asking where you were with a slight panic in his voice. 

“Date’s tonight, yeah? Saturday at seven?”

Un-fucking-believable. 

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The warning signs were written all over him like a marquee outside a theatre, lit up in gold and bright flashing red neon.

Ok, but hold on a second, we're gonna start with you hitting me with the imagery? with the personification? on the first damn sentence? gurl chill, I'm in for a ride, I see

He’d clearly lost the plot, and you’ve never been the forgiving type. You have a tendency to nurse your grudges like little houseplants by your windowsill, feeding them with pettiness that always simmers in your chest aplenty.

No, really, I'm a personification hoe! if you keep doing it like that I might cry of happiness

But there’s something about Steven. Something you can’t quite put your finger on that won’t let you leave well enough alone.

The face, the body, the doe eyes?? I love Steven too much

He’s got the sort of beautifully defined jaw that belongs on a marble sculpture and gorgeous brown eyes that you want to drown in.

Yep, he's perfect

He’s waiting for you at a cramped table in the corner, still looking like he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in years. Hair unkempt and frazzled, much like the man himself. His entire body is bowed and hunching in on itself like he’s afraid of taking up too much space—the whole of him one big apology for even existing. He’s nothing much to look at, not until he looks up and sees you, and then his whole face lights up with amazed delight.

I love it, I can picture it so well, the description is so on point!

Miraculously, he shows no signs of boredom. Instead, he follows along, taking in your every word with rapt attention. He even manages to stutter out a question or two. Intelligent ones, at that. And he actually seems to care about your responses. You can’t remember the last time any man had listened to you so attentively. It’s flattering and leaves you feeling flustered and flushed.

God, I want a Steven so bad

This time, when you ask about the museum, he proceeds to word-vomit an encyclopaedia’s worth of knowledge about ancient Egyptian history. His passion and zeal for the subject are incapable of being contained until it spreads and lights up the entire restaurant with it. And even though the extent of your interest and knowledge of ancient Egyptian history had started and ended with watching Brendan Fraser in the Mummy, you find yourself captivated by the conversation.

aww to listen to this man talk for hours

When you’re looking at someone through rose-tinted glasses, all the red flags are just going to look like flags.
Steven dates you like he is trying to court you, flowers and chocolates and wide adoring eyes.

I'm gonna quote the whole thing at this point, I love it >.<

On one occasion he disappears for weeks. No contact save for a few brusque texts that sound uncharacteristically professional and put together. Your calls go unanswered. That is until they don’t, and then he’s back. Your sweet Steven with the same shy smile, tired eyes and non-explanation as ever, apparently oblivious to the missing window of time.

I mean even if you wanted to push for answers, the moment that man appeared with innocent face and smile the doubts and precaution is out of the window

“Steven,” you call out, holding out the incriminating restraints for him to see. His eyes flicker downwards, then widen in alarm. The moment he spots what you’re holding, blood rushes to his cheeks, colour flooding his face until that pale pallor on his cheekbones turns dark crimson. “It– It’s not what you think.” He’s mortified, and it’s adorable. “No?” Your lips quirk into a smile. You never can help but tease when he makes it so easy. “You don’t want to tie me up, Steven?” “What? I mean, no! I mean– Those are for me.”

God this is adorable, adorable and sexy, adorably sexy

Fitting the leather around his ankle, he threads the end of it through the buckle, pulling until it’s a tight fit then inserting the prong through the hole to secure it. There’s no fumbling. No shaky hands, even as you stare at him with rapt attention. He does it all with the practised ease of a man who does this routinely. It has your stomach tied in excited knots to see him in his element for once.

Giiirl, that ain't what he uses it for

You watch slack-jawed and burning with arousal as he shoves his slick fingers into his mouth, tongue and throat and jaw working clumsily as he sucks them clean. Moaning with something like desperation as he swallows you down like a starving man.
“Sorry, sorry. Had to taste you,” he slurs out around his fingers. The words are distorted and hard to understand, and it should be ridiculous, but instead, it’s just hot. “Can I–”

THIS IS SO HOT! I might spontaneously combust 🔥

For a moment you wonder how long it’s been for him, this man who seems to have no family or friends to speak of, alone in a city of nine million inhabitants, and how lonely he must be, lost in the clustered sea of anonymity. Because he touches you like you’re the first sign of life on an abandoned planet and wants to reassure himself you’re real. Devoted fingers fan over your ribs, palming over every inch of skin he can reach, kneading and grasping.

This is hot, this is poetic, this is everything, God I love the diction throughout the whole chapter 🥲

The strength of his hold is entirely unyielding. It’s depraved with how you’re grinding down on his mouth. Debauched in how he lets you fuck yourself on his tongue. It has you bucking and writhing, the pleasure of it so overwhelming that you lose orientation.  You can’t hide from it, don’t have the strength to chase after it on your own. All you can do is surrender yourself to it, to the pace that Steven has set for you both as he holds you down and rolls his hips up and into you. The sensations course through you, God it won’t stop— he won’t stop. God, please you don’t want him to stop.

This chapter might be one of the hottest things I've ever read.

Maybe it’s because you’re spent and exhausted. Maybe it’s because, with Steven, you have permanent blinders on, but you ignore the statement for the red flag it is and let it go.
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” comes the response from the dark. The endearment rings false in your ears. Steven’s never called you that before, and while tonight might be the perfect occasion to extend the list of firsts between you, there’s something not quite right about his voice too. His pronunciation is off somehow— like an imitation of an imitation.  

This gave me actual chills!!! Even if we know Marc is not gonna hurt her or anything, but imagining going through that first hand??

I love your approach on this, how you write Steven is amazing, and how you perfectly encapsulated what would probably entail to date Steven at this point where he's not even aware of Marc yet.

Love this so much!

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Ready to Comply

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Villain!Reader

Plot: Something had been missing. But that has nothing to do with your life time enemy standing in front of you to finally end this.

Warnings: 18+. Smut, light angst and violence.

Words: 4,4OO

He remembers telling Steve and Sam about them – “Their most elite death squad. They speak thirty languages. Can hide in plain sight. Infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise. They can take a whole country down in one night. You’d never see them coming.”

…and you used to be one of them.

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Ok, but coming back to tumblr and seeing this is heaven ><

I am SO excited, I can't-

His mind is running a million miles an hour to try process how you are still so calm after single-handedly taking out his entire team. So skilled, so graceful. Only one strand of hair had come loose to hang over your eyes.

At this point I'll just claim my "simp for your writing" title, that's me, like, that's part of my personality now. We're literally three paragraphs in and the atmosphere is HERE, when I say you bring it all…

It’s just you and him now. Again. Exactly how you ended up last time. And the time before that, long before he had a team to stand with him. You’re the only one who has had nearly all versions of James Buchanan Barnes as your opponent. Why the fight has never been settled before, neither you nor Bucky know …or let yourselves admit.

NOW, this ain't just a villain!reader, but a enemies to lovers??? my heart will explode i swear, fuuuuck the tension, I'm weak-

This conniving, effortless and mean – mean – woman. This picture of a villain that heats his blood to a boiling point and makes his skin tighten with frustration. He’s had the dreams for years. For years, the image of you haunted him.
Though if he had to be honest, despite the endless losing battle, seeing you in his dreams was a welcome relief. You became a confusing token for him during these years of recovery. A constant – an image of beauty almost. Now here you are, again.

NO-

but the juxtaposition, the contrast between being this mean hauting being that has tormented his nights for years but at the same time a welcome constant relief, a token, a TOKEN?

You have spent years perfecting an attack on this man, knowing he’d return to you time and time again. Like fate wanted him in your claws. Your little plaything. All you can see is a challenge. For you, yes, but mostly for him. To break him, tear him to shreds. Perhaps, if the fates allow, for him to change his alliance. For him to finally embrace that inner darkness, find harmony and purpose with that Winter Soldier monster in his body.
“Scared of me?” you drawl with an indifferent shrug of your shoulder, “No.” You never intended to scare him – of course, not until the next words fall from your lips. “I think you and I both know perfectly well there’s only one thing you in particular should be scared of,” you start, “a part of you that can hurt you beyond torture.” You can tell he has caught on when you see his jaw tick and his eyes harden. Your footsteps are slow and long as you approach the metal-armed soldier in the middle of the large hall of the worn castle you decided to reside in. “And don’t be mistaken, I don’t need ten pretty, Russian words to turn that side against you.” Silence before your final blow, “Your trauma will work just fine.”

damn… just damn, God bless your mind.

You have spent years perfecting an attack on this man, knowing he’d return to you time and time again. Like fate wanted him in your claws. Your little plaything.

I love how this, how it can entail something beautiful as fate bringing them together but the diction shows how wicked she is, I love it!

That seems to be the trigger as he lunges forward, raising his hands and turning them to claws before you take a few steps back and halt him with a simple palm in the air.

Reader:

“ –Careful,” you warn with deadly calm. “Every time you show people that short fuse of yours, you make it so easy for someone to grab onto it and light it on fire.” Short puffs of air leave his flaring nostrils and you purse your lips to repress the sadistic smile spreading over it. Until you realise you don’t care, letting the corners of your mouth tug upwards.

She's so mean, I kinda love it.

Her deamenor! It is so refreshing to read a character like this, god the diction, especially in her lines... you really outdid yourself with this one.

“Every time you show people that short fuse of yours, you make it so easy for someone to grab onto it and light it on fire.”

I don't think I'll get over the dialogue in this any time soon, like damn we're still at the very beggining of their interaction and I'M LOSING MY MIND.

Yes I quoted it twice, I don't care, is just that good!

“Look at you,” you mock, “still depending on the control exercised on you for years. You have no idea how to take the reins yourself.”

I hope you don't mind cause I'll just quote this whole thing.

Bucky’s face, to your disappointment and his credit, remains stoic and you have no idea how lucky you are he has learned to restrain himself even just slightly, because you don’t know how dangerous Bucky becomes when he is genuinely pissed. Sure, he’s grumpy and harsh all the time and you’ve seen him channel Hydra’s fury, but hardly ever does his own rage come out to play.

Oh, yes, please hit me with the personification

“The Winter Soldier was created to kill. I can do much more damage.”
“To yourself?” You nearly snort.

She's so quick witted 🤭

“Let me ask you an important question,” he starts, his voice awfully cool and steady, “what on Earth makes you think I need to control myself when I can so easily control you instead?”

THE DYNAMIC!!!!!!

Bucky guided your arrogant self straight into a trap what he assumed is of your own making. The bastard was always manipulative enough to get people to fall into the grave they dug themselves. So pretty, so skilled and somehow… so, so clever.

I love them

There is more than anger coming to the surface. This rage – this ancient rage at yourself, at the world, at Hydra–

A mention of a traumatic past and I'm ready to defend her at all costs

Your bones shudder when the knife jams between the plates of his arm and Bucky’s hand flies to take the knife during the abrupt pause your body found itself in. But you’re nearly as strong as he is and definitely faster, so you twist the knife with Bucky’s own power to angle against his chest and jam it there.

Damn, she's going in for the kill.

“Right here. Through the ribs and into my heart.” His voice is soft and calm, coaxing a paradoxical reaction from you. It makes you want to prove to him he has no reason to be this calm, but his tone calms you down all the same. He trusts you enough to hold a blade to his chest, yet has no faith in you to drive it through his ribs.

the definition of "never let them know your next move"

“Whatever makes you feel the most power.” Damn him. He knows those words strip the power away from you in an instant. He knows it and he knows you know it, too. “But that leaves you with none, doesn’t it?”

I'm bewildered with the dialogue, the dialogue is perfection

And all of a sudden it dawns on you. Fear. Gut-wrenching, horrifying fear. Not of Bucky. But losing him. The consequences of allowing yourself to plunge that knife into his body. It’s ridiculous, really. You barely know him. Yet–
Yet he is the only one like you. The only one with emotions and personality traits abnormally heightened like your own, with that goddamn serum tainting his DNA. The only other person in constant battle with themselves between good and evil. Good won in him. Evil won in you. Because the world is so awful, so endlessly painful. And Bucky knew that – had been a victim of that awful nature. Yet good won.

We crying now?

Grey-blue. You remember, from all those times staring him down and trying not to think of their colour. That beautiful, innocent colour that you knew he could flatten with just a look, a drop of his brow. All brightness and light gone and eyes empty. But it is there now. You don’t get where the light comes from that shimmers in his eyes. It’s a dark room.
“Why are you hesitating?” he asks, his voice merely a whisper. You never heard him sound like this before.
“I’m not.”
“I could have killed you five times over by now,” he reminds you, his hands twisting around yours, showing you just how easily he could redirect the knife’s target.
“You won’t.”
“I won’t?”
“You won’t,” you breathe.
A pause.
“I won’t,” he breathes back, his eyes dropping down. You swallow and the room seems to shrink, so much so, you hear your heartbeat echoing around you.

I am so incredibly soft right now-

You don’t get to release the air lodged into your throat as Bucky lunges again, this time to cover your lips with his own. You hadn’t realised that your grip on the knife was completely depending on Bucky’s hands, until the weapon clatters to the floor the second his hands grab your face to drag it up to his.
You want to enjoy the feeling of his lips, but the rush you feel and your ramming pulse make you feel impossibly dizzy. His tongue taking advantage of the gasp you let out, makes you dizzier and you let out a whine. He groans back, walking you backward in an attempt to get closer to you. This large, solid man pushing and pushing and pushing as he strips all your bodily control from you with his bruising kiss.

HOW IS THIS SO GOOD? MY BRAIN IS MELTING!

“Who would have known,” he grumbles against your skin, accentuating his words with the scrape of his teeth, barely making you able to register them, “those moans might be the thing that actually kills me.”
“Bucky,” you rasp and he freezes.
His forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’ve never said my name before,” he grits, his voice rough. “Do it again.”
“Bucky.”
“Again.”
“Bucky.”

I think you entered my brain and made a list of the things I love in fiction and wrote this, I feel like I entered an alternate realm of my fantasies

“Mhm,” Bucky hums, burying his face in your neck. That was the best thing he’s ever done. Screw making amends, screw being good, this made it all worth it. He doesn’t know why or how, but this makes that neglected part inside of him hum with delight.
“Winter soldier,” you breathe, a calm sort of power tainting your tone.
Oh, he likes it when you call him that.
You do not need those ten Russian words. At all.
He smirks, “Ya gotov otvechat.”

I was not ready for it to end, I think you gave me a heart attack-

Fuck this ending- END ME!!!

I wasn't ready for this to end, or how you ended it, god I love the nuance in the ending! I want more of them 🥺

That was the best thing he’s ever done. Screw making amends, screw being good, this made it all worth it.

I love how this makes him sound a bit corrupted, like some kinds of lovers will "set themselves on fire for you" but some kinds of lovers will "set the world on fire for you" and this man right here would set the world on fucking fire for you.

It's wicked, it's clever, it's beautiful, it's magnificent, it's breathtaking, it's everything that there is of the best and more.

And I'm not shutting up anytime soon about how you're able to evoke so much emotion, how you set the atmosphere within the first few words, how the diction is addicting and mesmerizing, how you use literary devices so effectively...

Yeah, there's me before and after this piece of ART! I think this might be my favorite piece I've read of yours so far.

I love it so much ❤️‍🔥

PS: - a super late but super heartfelt - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR!!! Feel hugged! I hope you had a blast, and I hope this lil review brighten your day a bit! 💫

PS 2: miss #tHiS aIn'T mY bEsT wOrK?? Excuse yourself, miss, this absolutely is one of the best!!!

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I loved 300. Pleasure Dom bucky !!!!! Are you kidding me

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(I changed the title from Okay to Three Hundred)

I am so happy you liked it! I never expected it to do so well. Guess I should write more friends to lovers - definitely some more fluff.

And PleasureDom!Bucky…. Half the time I have no idea what I’m writing, so I have no idea what to say to that.

Read Three Hundred
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Ooooo *squealing* you changed it because of the three hundred pages of build up of the book that perfect alludes to the development of their relationship up to that point.

I love it!

But to be fair I also loved the title okay, because he was there to make sure she was okay, not mattering if she needed a shoulder to lean on, a company to hang with, just anything cause he was there for it all.

As long as you’re okay.

To sum it up, whatever you do is brilliant and I'm here to clap 👏🏼

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Okay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

Warnings: 18+. Fluff and smut.

Words: 5,8OO

Your head is feeling heavy. Heavier than normal. The mellow music in the background, the rumble of the voices of your trusted friends around you and the warmth radiating from Bucky pressed against your side, all make you feel like you might go cross-eyed if you continue to pry your eyes open when they so desperately want to close.

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⚠️🔥 THIS WAS VERY HOT! EVERYONE MUST PROCEED WITH CAUTION 🔥⚠️

He may or may not have let it happen instead of offering you the blanket on his other side so that you would nudge into his side a little.

Sneaky...

Bucky is legit that "ew what's that? A hug? Disgusting! Do it again!"

lf Bucky even captures the slightest sign of you faltering or stumbling, he’ll make sure he is just within reach in case you need him to fall into. Literally and figuratively. Like your safe haven.

Softy, he's a big softy for the ones he loves.

And sometimes a look was enough. He didn’t even have to smile at you – thank God he didn’t – but sometimes you would frantically look around and your eyes would fall on Bucky (after he swiftly inserted himself into your sight) and your shoulders would sag. You’d give him a tight smile and return to your task with your mind at ease. He sometimes chuckled at just how easy it was to make you relax.

M, stop... WHY AM I TEARY?!

You purse your lips to stop the devious smile tugging at them, knowing that a powerful and trained Super Soldier wouldn’t let himself be pulled into a bed by a flimsy piece of fabric, unless he wanted to. So you bury your face into his shoulder and squeeze him as his scents engulfs you, warmth glowing against you like a furnace.

I want cuddles too 🥲

“Sure I can! Oh, come on… I have to defend my honour now. I can easily pull an all-nighter.” You try to sound convincing, but Bucky raises his brows in an unimpressed glare.

This me, I can't be up all night even if my life depends on it!

“I don’t know,” and he doesn’t really care. He isn’t here to watch a movie, he is here to drag you to bed when you inevitably fall asleep.

WHY SO SWEET?

“Isn’t that a kids movie?” He frowns.
“It’s a fucking masterpiece.”

Yep, she knows what's up.

Also the idea of watching Tangled with Buck?? Yes ma'am

“You buy into that whole grumpy guy, sunshine girl -bullshit?” he grumbles, judgement clear in his voice as his stare remains on the bright screen.

Aaaaaa who's gonna tell him? 🤣

“I’m the sunshine in this relationship, you know,” Bucky mutters after a long silence and you snort a laugh, making him chuckle as soon as he hears your delight.

Sure......

“What are you reading? Didn’t hear me come in?” he asks, slowly walking over and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks like he already knows, his dominant glower at your hunched frame in the corner of the couch challenging you. Lie to me, I dare you, his eyes seem to say as they glitter with mischief.

Me all smiley reading this

And there you are. This wonderful, comfortable, beautiful person. Always teasing him, making his life better by making it worse.

I can't with your writing, like, it's too good, I wanna cry 🥺

He clarifies, “I mean the book. The scene – is that what you want?”

I mean, are you volunteering sir?

“I’m suggesting,” he drawls, his voice having deepened, “that you spread your legs for me.”
Sure, you had well over three-hundred pages of foreplay, but also well over three-hundred pages of trust to shatter with one stupid decision. However, you cannot currently find one good reason – not a single one – not to risk it all for him.

I can't properly express how much I love it, how your writing evokes emotions and is so damn fluid and just perfect!

“I bet that book warmed you up for me, didn’t it?”

Sir...

His finger start peeling at the fabric and you wiggle your hips impatiently, ready to raise them and serve him.
Something flashes across his face, a determination of some sorts, and he gives a quick nudge upward with his chin. And order. Raise your hips.
Serve me.

FOR ALL I CARE SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH THIS FUCKING WRITING, SHOVE IT DOWN MY THROAT AND CHOKE ME MA'AM!

“If we do this – if you let me between your legs – it will not be the one time. I will be coming back for seconds and you will be coming, too. A lot. Tonight. Tomorrow. A week from now. This is it.”

I don't even have the energy to express myself anymore... my brain is short circuiting.

It’s sinful, the protective, passive and gorgeous Bucky Barnes on his knees for you. Capable of destruction and so much violence, unrelenting towards everyone and a grump in his social life – but he’s on his knees for you.
“Tomorrow,” he licks his lips clean, eyes shimmering with delight, “you’re going to read that chapter to me. And you’re going to sit on my face while you do so. If you manage to keep reading, I’ll make sure you keep coming.”

YOU MISS THING HAD NO RIGHT DOING THAT, FINISHING THIS WAY??? HOW DARE YOU?

I'm bewildered! I'm speechless! I'm a fucking mess and I am I don't even know what, I lost my big girl words x.x

From the title to the tags, up to down, left to right.

I loved the three-hundred pages of build up of the book being an allusion to their relationship up to this point.

I loved this very much ❤️

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For the people excited about the book. I present to you the official (not-so-official) blurb of The Trials of Olympia. It is a book I am currently writing and will soon update more on. Please let me know what you guys think!

I do not give permission to copy, translate or edit my work on this or any other platform. This is my original work.

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God, I'm sooo late for this 😂

I've been absent from tumblr, so now I gotta stalk my loves a bit to catch up.

M, my love!!!!!!!!!

I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT IT!!!! THROW THAT GREEK MYTHOLOGY ON MY FACE!!!!

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

CHAPTER 4

When James took you to the meeting point to get to Asgard, you thought he was joking. He woke you up at the crack of dawn by throwing a duffle bag on the bed and telling you to pack enough things to last a week. Despite your injuries slowing you down, you managed to stuff enough clothing and supplies in the bag, along with the rest of Bruce’s ointment. Your thighs were nowhere near healed and desperately needed continued treatment.

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His height was the first thing you noticed—past six feet, if you had to guess, since James was five-nine and the king towered over him. That, coupled with the golden horns that sat atop his head, added to his air of regality in a striking way. Even if James had not introduced you, there would be no doubt who this man was. He was the king, and every aspect of his being screamed it.

That's my man right there

What you did not expect was his beauty. Pale, almost translucent skin covered a sharp jawline and cheekbones that had to have been carved by the hand of an angel. His hair looked like something straight out of a shampoo commercial – raven, shining, and curled in a way no mortal’s ever could be. Even the luminous green of his eyes took your breath away. You had never seen a shade like that. Jade? Sage? Emerald?
Either way, it was the most mesmerizing colour. His lips were pretty too. You never thought of men as having pretty lips. Women had nice lips – plump and perfect for kissing. The king’s lips were thin, pink, and now they were moving as he addressed you. “What is your name, little one?”

Little one? The way I'm already swooning at him

“She is very skinny.” The king frowned, eyes going to James. “Commander Barnes, do you not feed her? I provide my men with endless supplies. Thor even made a trip to Midgard last week to check-in. Why does your lady look as though she is about to fall over?”

Loving it, put the bastard on his place

“She’s trouble, this one,” James began. “We found her at the Edge in a bad way. I took her in, cleaned her up, tried to help her…” He trailed off, blue eyes giving the king that puppy dog look he used when his right mind managed to take over every once in a while. “It’s been an adjustment. She’s angry that we’ve taken her from her home, and she refuses to eat as a way to get back at me. She knows how much I want to keep her safe. Look,” he turned his neck to show a long scratch that had almost healed. “I dropped a glass as she was about to walk into the kitchen. Grabbed her to stop her and she lashed out. Got her feet all cut up too.”

I'm baffled by the audacity

“I said don’t touch me!” Loki ducked as the glass paperweight came flying at his head. He managed to catch it before it shattered against his door. When he turned around, a book was coming at him. He dropped the paperweight to catch the book and placed the volume carefully in a pocket dimension and out of harm’s way. Glass sprayed up against the ends of his leather coat.
More items were launched in his direction. Another book, a feathered pen, paperclips, and—this one impressed him a bit—the chair.

This got me so surprised, can't wait for Bruce to just spill everything.

Also can't wait for their next encounter!!!

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Next chapter, we meet Loki! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

CHAPTER 3

You did not answer his question. Instead, because you were pumped up from your inner monologue, you closed your eyes and dashed the water down your throat. James’ hand was around your neck in the blink of an eye. He squeezed hard, effectively stopping the pills from reaching your stomach. Your eyes all but bulged out of your head as you scratched at his hand.

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He shoved two flesh fingers into your mouth. You bit him hard enough to draw blood and he yelped in surprise. Red tinged water came dribbling out of your mouth, yet you retained the pills beneath your tongue.

I’d be praying for all the gods for those pills to work, cause, girlie is as good as dead…

“Kill me?” you gasped out. “Go ahead. As a matter of fact, I dare you. Death is better than living another moment with your sick, deluded ass.”

Pills, gun, beating, at this point we taking anything

James’ eyes widened in shock, and you wanted to eat your words. You had no idea where all your bravery was coming from. 

That death wish is striking hard-

“You’re ungrateful,” he growled. “Disrespectful and ungrateful. I saved your ass from starving to death in that dusty, low-down, rat-ridden place, and you want to throw that back in my face? Everything I do is to keep you in line! Do you even know what I’ve done to make sure you listen?” He slammed your head against the mirror again. Stars swam in your vision. “DO YOU?”

The nerve of this bitch tho, acting like he did her a favor

“James, I can’t breathe!”

That was the plan, stick to the plan

Like, he burned you feet cause you opened a damn door, I don’t wanna see the punishment for that

We are not weak. We bat our eyelashes and smile and laugh and some of us even let them use our bodies. It’s made them forget what we can do, and when we finally come for them, when this entire system falls and they’re left with the wreckage, they’ll have us to answer to.” She placed the brush on the bedside table. “And when they beg for mercy, we will show them as much as they have shown us: fucking none.”

I LOVE THIS WOMAN

Nat is sneaky, she knows something we don't...

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: This will be updated every Saturday for now. Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Y'all should get at her to edit your Loki stories. Reblogs are appreciated.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

CHAPTER 2

As per usual, James made himself scarce following the event. He was still in the house with you, moping around and doing whatever he did on his time off, but he managed to steer clear of you. You supposed you had his time in the hands of Hydra to thank for that. He would only come to bed after you fell asleep and be gone before you awoke. There would be breakfast in the kitchen, or wherever meal he chose to cook, and he even left all the doors unlocked in case you wanted to go outside.

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Leaving the door open was two things: a way to remind you of what he had done, and a way to make you speak to him again. 

This man is rotted.

These were the lies James wanted you to tell. He expected you to absolve his guilt with a bat of your eyes, for you to brush off his actions with a wave of your hand. And you played your part to perfection every time.

Oh yeah, the gaslighting ☺️

“You know I never wanted to hurt you, right?”

The audacity of this bitch-

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asked James as he began scooping food onto your plate. He always controlled how much you ate. Tonight he was feeling generous, piling your plate high with meat and vegetables.

So generous not letting her starve to death-

“Doll. What’s in your mouth?”

God, a girl can't even take her pills in peace... 💅🏽

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: This will be updated every Saturday for now. Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Y'all should get at her to edit your Loki stories. Reblogs are appreciated.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, mutilation, death, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

CHAPTER 1

There were very specific things that made you afraid, though they would probably seem silly if you voiced them out loud. Most people were afraid of the same things, like the dark, thunder, earthquakes, or the ocean. All of these were acceptable fears. Yours were a little different: Metal and the way it smelled. Footsteps in the dead of night. Feeling the bed shift next to you. The sound of a zipper. But nothing, absolutely nothing, frightened you like the way he was looking at you now.

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There were very specific things that made you afraid, though they would probably seem silly if you voiced them out loud. Most people were afraid of the same things, like the dark, thunder, earthquakes, or the ocean. All of these were acceptable fears. Yours were a little different: Metal and the way it smelled. Footsteps in the dead of night. Feeling the bed shift next to you. The sound of a zipper. But nothing, absolutely nothing, frightened you like the way he was looking at you now.

What a beginning, the anxiety creeps in instantly, the atmosphere throughout their whole exchange was amazing, very unsettling.

It's really hard to read Bucky in this light, I love my baby so much.

The minute your bare feet touched the grass, you felt like crying. It had been so long since you had been outside. You had no idea what day it was. James purposely kept these details from you. The only way you could keep track of time was by your menstruation cycle, and based on that, you would say it was about six weeks since you were last outside.

this perfectly conveys the claustrophobic feeling; I felt my heart tighten.

This was an amazing first chapter!

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okay, for real this time... THIS is the last sneaky peek at a smutty scene from a future chapter of 'the archer'

I mean it, besties... this is the last one.....

p.s.

I dedicate this sneaky peek to you, Kat @freshabogados Sorry for edging you on with the last one 🥰

-sam

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Jane drops her book to her chest, listening as the chain above the punching bag rattles.

Craning her neck to look behind her, she watches as Matt’s wrapped hands come into fierce contact with the leather material. Her eyes rake down his body, watching as he takes out his pent-up frustration. She watches the muscles in his arms flex with every hit as he makes the bag swing and shake.

Turning over onto her belly, she tucks her hands under her chin, keeping her eyes locked on him. She watches as his punches slow down, catching the bag with his hands as it comes swinging towards him.

“I can feel you staring,” he chuckles through his heavy breathing.

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Turning over onto her belly, she tucks her hands under her chin, keeping her eyes locked on him. She watches as his punches slow down, catching the bag with his hands as it comes swinging towards him.

Jane knows her priorities, a true sight to behold!

Aaa my fantasies... I don't know if I'll survive til we get to this part of the story, to be honest.

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okay besties, here's a second sneaky peek of a future smutty scene from 'the archer'

these two will literally be the end of me like wtf they are so in love

RAISE YOUR HAND IF FUTURE JANE AND MATT HAVE BEEN SENDING YOU ON AN EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER 🙋‍♀️

-sam

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Matt softly breathes in and brushes his nose against hers, quietly murmuring under his breath. “I want you again.”

Jane tenderly smiles as she recounts using the same words with him some time ago. They were in the same position and she whispers the response he had given to her that very moment, hot against his mouth. “Then have me.”

His hands move under her armpits, pulling her up. She reaches one hand down to take hold of him again and direct him to her wet center. The tip of his cock brushes against her swollen clit, eliciting a gasp from Jane. Her chest heaved up and down fast as she watched their heats tease one another. 

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Sam, at this point I think you want to either kill us or send us to an asylum…

“I want you again.” “Then have me.”

How can you give us such a sweet thing when we know everything will crumble down? You're the devil...

that's the thing though...

is everything going to crumble down? who knows *shrugs*

SAM YOU ABSOLUTELY 100% ARE THE DRAMA.

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here's a sneaky peek continuation of one of the future smutty scenes from 'the archer' that I shared yesterday because clearly, i like to edge you all on

i swear this is the last one. enjoy these 931 words of smutty filth. no more future scenes from now on.

i mean it...

p.s. i'm definitely going to be using this gif again because *brings a fist to mouth and bites down as I squeal*

matt's back is the death of me 😭

ALSO i may or may not have had harry styles' song 'keep driving' playing on repeat as I wrote this (it was the build-up that got me!!!) so do with it what you will *runs away*

-sam

CHECK OUT THE MASTERLIST FOR ‘THE ARCHER’ HERE.

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Bumping her nose with his, she guides her lips back onto his. His kiss always ignited a warm glow in her. His lips rolled smooth against hers, teasing her with his tongue. Slipping it inside, he moaned softly as he felt her slowly roll her hips. Her hands moved down to his, guiding them to rest on her waist. Interlocking their fingers, she held onto him tight as she continued her lazy pace. 

Her skin grew hot, listening as he releases a shuddering breath. Placing her hands back onto his shoulders, Jane gently lifts herself off of him, whimpering as she feels him disappear from her warmth. 

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Sam... Darling...

She never wanted it to end. If she could have it her way, Jane would gladly fuck him every minute of every day. She would fuck him at his place of work as he tries to read case files. She would fuck him in the dark hours of the night on a rooftop during one of his breaks. She would fuck him on her lunch break, in the stairwell of one of her places of work. She would fuck him anywhere, anytime.

I should be studying but I don't think my brain will work now...

“Beg for it,” he taunts. “Beg for my cock.”
“Because you’re going to beg for my cunt.”

You take the power, girl!

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