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sweeterslibrary

@sweetersficlibrary

A place for me to reblog my fics from my main blog @sweeterthanthis. Turn on notifs to be alerted when I post something new. 18+.
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Welcome to my collection of filth ❤

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My brain is currently stuck on the idea of Lee telling me to do something. Me mouthing off not listening and him overstimulating me until I cry. 😏🤤

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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, brat taming, panties as a gag, daddy kink, spanking, pet names (pumpkin, babylove), name calling, teasing, fingering, mild misogyny, 18+

Word Count: 400ish.

A/N: Dividers made by the talented @sgt-seabass.

"Where’s that attitude gone?" He taunts, your tongue dry against the ruined lace that's balled up and stuffed in your mouth. You should know better than to piss him off, but you can’t help yourself. Your panties gritted between your teeth, you brace yourself for the next blow. "What did I tell ya 'bout behavin' like a goddamn brat when I've had a shitty day, pumpkin?"

He knows you can't answer. Knows that you wouldn't dream of spitting out your ruined underwear and defying him like that when you're open and vulnerable to him - his to do whatever he pleases with. 

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a thot for you baby. joining the mile high club with Bucky. he’s just too insatiable when it comes to you 😌

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Mile High

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut, pet names (kitten, baby), mentions of alcohol, 18+.

Word Count: 400ish.

A/N: Dividers by the talented @sgt-seabass. Also, might be the reader who's insatiable 😏

"Come on, Buck. Live a little." Your fingers fumble with his belt buckle, body crammed against his in the small space. Maybe it's the vodka miniatures or maybe it's just because he looks so fucking good today. "Please, baby? Jus' wanna have a little fun. Don't you wanna have some fun, Bucky?"

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Anonymous asked:

imagine, bucky's fucked you so much that you can't bear to take him inside you again, so you start jerking him off, but the moment he's about to cum you sit down on him so you can take all of him inside you

Oh, I’m imagining. A little too hard.

Warnings: Mentions of consensual somnophilia, overstimulation and multiple creampies + mild breeding kink.

18+.

“Bucky, I can’t.” Your breathing is ragged, his chest heaving against your back as you rise up on wobbly knees and let him slip free of your fucked-out body. “Too much. S’too much.” 

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Have you been up to no good again? 😏

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Yes. Yes, I have. I don’t know what this random nonsensical drabble is but it’s your fault, Mina. 

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x FemaleBiker!Reader

Summary: A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe

Warning: Explicit sexual content, abuse of power (but not really), oral sex, teasing, throat fucking, 18+

Word Count: 728

A/N: Dividers by the talented @sgt-seabass

The chilly, dank jail cell wasn't exactly the vibe you were going for when you arrived back in town earlier that evening. All you wanted was to spend a little time with your mother on her birthday. Frustratingly, the town Sheriff had other ideas.

You lean against the cold, iron bars that look out directly onto the open door of his office as he sits behind his desk pretending to do paperwork. You know he's more interested in you though. He always has been.

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Haze

Pairing: Frat!Bucky/Frat!Steve x Milf!Reader

Summary: When the fraternity your son is pledging crosses a line, you decide go to give two of the members a piece of your mind.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Bucky and Steve are ASSHOLES consider this your warning, reader is married, heavy references of hazing/bullying, one instance of fat shaming(not directed at the reader), drug use/alcohol consumption(not by reader), DUBCON, humiliation, degradation, coercive bargaining, fingering, oral sex/throat fucking (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), name calling, double vaginal penetration, double creampie, bukkake, photographing without consent, 18+.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Thank you to @msmarvelwrites, @cockslutpadalecki, @sgt-seabass, @christywantspizza and @dreamlessinparis for all your help, read throughs and hype! And thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with some of the FILTH in here and coming up with the hardest part - the summary that I was stuck on for about a week 🤣 I started this fic in December 2021, so I'm sorry if I forgot anybody who helped me, encouraged me or read it through for me. It wasn't intentional if I did 💗

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

You strum your manicured nails against the steering wheel, trying to reach your husband’s phone for the fifth time that afternoon. Nothing. You stare up at the frat house at the top of the driveway, ire rising inside you as you cast your mind back to this morning.

Josh, your son, has never been so upset. You knew he was too sweet – too sensitive – to join a fraternity but he insisted. He wanted to fit in, to make friends. That was a month ago. Having been a sorority member in college yourself, and knowing what frat life entails, you were less than surprised to find out about the disturbing hazing he’d been made to partake in. 

What you weren’t expecting was just how cruel and downright humiliating the two assholes in charge had been. 

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Anonymous asked:

I feel like if any one had a tickle kink, it would be Lee. He loves to hold his girl down and run his rough fingers down her ribs until he finds that sweet spot and presses until she's crying and gasping for air. All her squirming around reminds him of how she looks when she takes his cock 😵‍💫💞

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: You hate it when he's late home but he always knows exactly how to fix that.

Warnings: Teasing, dunno if I'd call this a tickle kink but there's definitely tickling lol, heavy petting, petnames (sugar, babylove), fluff, implied smut, still 18+.

Word Count: 300ish

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

"Stop it," you grumble, wrist deep in soapy water as you try to dodge his attempts to nuzzle his face against your throat. "I'm mad at you. You can't win me round today."

You hate it when he's late. Especially on weekends. The cherry crumble you made this afternoon sits on the table, the cream soaked and curdled on top of the sweet treat.

"How many times I gotta tell ya, sugar?" he mutters against your skin. "Sometimes I ain't gonna be home on time an' it can't be helped. You really gonna give me a hard time over this today?"

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Anonymous asked:

not to be a slut but any lee fics in the works? 🥲

Please be a slut. Sluts are more than welcome here. And yes, yes I do. This one is the closest to completion 🥰

“Ouch!” You yip, flinching and pulling your hand away from him. He looks into your eyes, brows raised as he plucks your wrist back into his hold and continues to dab at the wound. “It stings, that’s all. My friends…we play this stupid game every year. Like, a dare game. So…” 
“They ain’t your friends, Hummin’bird,” he says matter of factly, tossing the bloodied cotton pad into the trash beside him and reaching for a tube of antiseptic. He smirks, squeezing a small dollop of cream onto his fingertip and dabbing it onto your palm. It’s cool and soothing. It has you breathing out a content little sigh. His cobalt eyes flit to you for a moment, a smirk forming on his pretty lips. “So, they dared ya t’knock on the monsters door, did they?” 
“You’re not a monster,” you tell him, the words leaving your mouth before he can even fully finish his sentence.
There’s something about him, something about his home and his whole being that makes your soul sing. And god, he smells so fucking good. What is that, anyway? Some kinda cologne? Whatever it is, it’s got your stomach doing somersaults and your thighs clenching together. You want to sink into his warmth and wrap yourself up in it. 
“Don’t think you’ve been ‘round me long enough to be so sure a’that. You alright there, darlin’?” He asks you, peeling the back off a small adhesive dressing and smoothing it out against your hand with his fingers. His skin is so warm; so soft and comforting. “See, all done. Promised I wouldn’t eat ya, didn’t I?”
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Not eating me? Why? 😭

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Daddy doesn't look very impressed with you, Lau 🤭😏

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Game, Set and Match

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader 

Summary: Flirting with your tennis instructor in front of him didn’t exactly go to plan. Or did it? 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, stepdad trope, heavy daddy kink, cheating themes, excessive dirty talk because i can't help myself, name calling (princess, bitch, slut, baby) anal sex, outdoor sex, risky sex, anal creampie, gaping, possessiveness, teasing, 18+.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: @lookiamtrying this is all your fault and I'm not sorry. Thank you to @cockslutpadalecki for reading this through for me 💕

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

"I told you what would happen if you kept walking around here with your ass on display, didn't I?" He teases, fingers digging into the rump of your ass so hard, it has you keening from the pressure. The gravelly wall scratches against your stomach, your tennis skirt flipped up around your waist. "I told you if you didn't pull that fuckin' skirt down, I'd tear you a new one. You think I was lying?"

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs for college!bucky and milf!reader? They’re so rare 😭

I don't because I don't really read them, but I did just open an old WIP that I got overwhelmed by because it was that filthy lmao. Frat Stucky x Milf Reader 🤤

I'ma drop a little bit here and try to finish it this week 💗

"No," you tell him firmly; looking back and forth between the two young men. 
"No? You don't even know what I'm gonna say yet," he chuckles, toying with your collar before pulling his hand away completely. You breathe a small sigh of relief, staring him down. 
Those eyes could make the most devout of nuns drop their panties. 
Stop it.
You part your lips to speak, but Steve is quick to cut you off before you even begin. "Look, you can walk out of here with your self respect intact and your boy will get it the hardest out of all those desperate morons."
He pauses to down the remainder of the bottle, and you try to look anywhere but at the pair of bright, cerulean eyes staring you down. 
"Or," he continues, setting the empty bottle on the large, oak coffee table in front of him, "you can get down on your knees and show us exactly how desperate you are for us to leave him alone." 
Your heart beats frantically in your chest, sidestepping the brunette and putting some space between the two of you. You feel like your airway is closing up, your cheeks hot from the obscene proposal. 
"You can leave. You know where the door is," Bucky says, motioning to the hallway behind you, "or you can stay. You never know. You might enjoy yourself more than you think. How long's it been since that pussy got a good pounding?"
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Your Filthy Heart

Part Nine: Make Me Forget

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Summary: Forget everything you thought you knew. A mysterious guest at your grandfather’s funeral both intrigues and infuriates you, and Bucky’s deceit begins to unravel. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, stepcest, daddy kink, grief, mentions of death, infidelity, alcohol use, mild descriptions of injury, mild violence, Bucky’s filthy mouth, vaginal sex, mirror sex, creampie, Andy freaking Barber, 18+.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Well, it’s literally been forever since I posted part 8 but I finally, FINALLY, managed to get this done. I haven’t posted a fic since July and I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m super nervous lol. But anyway, I hope this was worth the wait. Thank you so much to @navybrat817​ and @dreamlessinparis​ for listening to me go on (and on) about this. I love you both! Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

Nobody likes funerals. They’re dreary; a cacophony of apologies and regret. Your grandfather was a wealthy, well respected man, it’s true, but he wouldn’t have wanted all this fuss.

Each time you turn your head it’s like a game of ‘Guess Who?’, attempting to figure out if you’ve even met most of these people before. 

If you were a stranger on the outside looking in, you’d almost mistake it for a business luncheon. Powerful looking men in their finest suits mingling over the hor d'oeuvres and champagne while their wives, dressed in elegant Gucci mourning wear, catch up on the recent country club gossip. 

“Who the fuck serves champagne at a wake?” You mutter to yourself, taking a generous swig of the bitter bubbles from the flute in your hand.

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NAVY THIS IS A GODDAMN ATTACK! 😫

All I can see is ex boyfriend!bucky trying to convince you to give him another shot. Doesn't come back after a particularly brutal mission, too wrapped up in the thought that you deserve better than him. That the things he's done are too heinous, too fucking brutal, for someone as sweet as you to accept.

"I know I fucked up. I know, baby."

"I can't fuckin' breathe right without you."

"Gimme another chance. I don't know what I was thinking. You're it for me. All of it. Every fuckin' thing I need."

"Tell me you don't feel the same. Tell me. You can't. I can feel it. I'll never leave you again. Never."

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Sweet Lau!!

It’s been a while since I slid into your ask box! 😁❤️

How have you been?!!? I hope you are doing incredible!

I’m just thinking about this guy! I’m having some naughty thots. Him wrapping his veiny hands around my throat! Telling me to behave and don’t struggle. Who do we think? Steve Kemp? Maybe a hint of Charles Blackwood? Or somebody else?

Do you have any thots!?! 🤭😏❤️

xoxo 😘

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I am SO late responding to this ask and I'm so sorry. But I'm here now and I have some thots. Obviously 😏

This kinda screams CEO!Steve Kemp to me. You’re a barista in the coffee shop just down the street from his office building and he comes in daily. He always orders the same thing, just a double espresso. He flirts with you each and every time he pops by, not that you ever notice. It’s always so busy at lunchtime that you can barely stop long enough to hold a conversation with him. You’re not totally blind though. You can see how fucking handsome he is, especially with the subtle confidence and self-assurance that radiates from him. 

When he finally asks you to dinner you’re in disbelief. Your worlds couldn’t be more different. He’s only ever seen you flustered and rushed off your feet at work -- but he wants you. And he makes it clear that he’ll get you when he pulls up outside the coffee shop at closing one Friday evening in his Maserati. 

“Can’t I even go home and change first?” You ask him, cheeks warm and your coffee-stained blouse plastered against your sweat-slick skin. 

“No. You look beautiful. Now, get in.” 

All thought that he’s joking goes out of the window when you don’t even make it to his penthouse before he’s pulling the car over and tugging you onto his lap in a quiet street downtown, his teeth nipping at your breasts through your shirt and his warm, soft hands squeezing your throat possessively. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? To have you like this? Look at you, look how fucking pretty you are.”

His thumb drags along your bottom lip, your teeth catching his skin and a rumble echoing low in his throat. “Greedy little dove. You hide it well but you’re just as impatient as I am deep down. Let’s see just how hungry you are, hm?”

Aaaaanyway, I want him, I need him, oh baby, oh baby  😩

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Let’s play a game. Guess the character…👀

Warnings: Dubcon, reader is being held captive by a mystery ‘Keeper’, blow job, deep throat, 18+.

You try to ignore the blood swirling in the shower drain, rusty in colour and thick with matter that you aren’t too keen on asking any questions about. 

You don’t know much about the stranger who visits you. You don’t even know if you can consider him a stranger anymore, but you don’t know his name. All you know is that he’s strong and stern, and he smells like gunpowder and smoke. 

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Anonymous asked:

Imagine if your family owned a farm and their good friend the Sheriff liked to drop by during the day to make sure things were running smoothly. In fact he came by almost everyday, he knew how much you need a hand bent over in the barn. Makes your stepbrother Hal a bit jealous when he watches from the door though. He thought he was the only one giving you a hand 😏

Fuck, yes. On your knees like a good girl for the Sheriff...a little filth below the cut. 18+. Stepcest, obviously.

Sheriff Bodecker especially likes how much of a hungry little thing you are, especially when you've got his cock in your mouth. There isn't another girl in town that sucks him the way you do.

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Pairing: Destroyer Chris x F!SW!Reader

Summary: You tell yourself he's your favourite client because of the way he fucks you. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, reader is a sex worker, vaginal sex, mild breath play, teasing, safe sex, fluff if you squint, sex in the rain (hnngh), Chris and his dirty mouth, jealousy and possessiveness if you squint, 18+.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is a continuation of Pretty Reckless, but can be read as a stand alone fic. Thank you @dreamlessinparis for all your help!

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

“Remember when we first met?” Chris asks you, his nose skimming the column of your throat as you try to keep your heels planted firmly on the dashboard. It’s not easy, not when his rings are pinching into your bare waist and his fingernails are digging into your flesh. 

“You mean when I punched you in the face?” You snipe in a bratty tone, reaching behind you to grip the headrest behind him and grinding your cunt down onto him again. Nobody fills you up like he does, and fuck, if he doesn’t know it. “Watch the nails. Gonna mark me up and then nobody’s gonna wanna fuck me.”

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Shades Of Cool

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Summary: What's a girl to do when she's on vacation with Daddy? Make the absolute most of every intimate moment, of course. Even if she has to play dirty to get it.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, forced intoxication (not main pairing), teasing, infidelity, stepdad/stepdaughter/stepcest, daddy kink, grinding, vaginal sex, pool sex, semi-public sex, fluff, Bucky's dirty mouth. 18+.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I missed them so I wrote a little 'cut scene' to help with my yearning while I figure out how to finish the next official part of the series. This is...a little softer than we're used to. Thank you so much to @dreamlessinparis for kicking me across the finish line with this and for all the encouragement.

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

Bucky Barnes didn’t vacation much, if at all, when he was a child. As he rests back against the sunlounger, the Caribbean sun beating down against his bare torso, he struggles to remember why he’s grown to hate this faux family lifestyle so much. 

Afterall, there are worse positions to find yourself in aren't there? His thoughts are all but confirmed as you slink across the patio towards him with another rum punch in hand, his eyes fixed on your hips as they sway. The purple string bikini does very little to maintain your modesty, not that you have any issue with that.

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