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[heavysoldat]

why is he so fucking big

like can we imagine this completely encasing you in all things him?

his big fucking arms wrapped around your body, your back pressed flush against his chest, bent over the sink and pounding into you?

his hands are fucking massive, and they hold onto your body steadily as he makes you moan, the squelching sounds driving him even harder into you

“baby, fuck,” he’s breathless, absolutely wrecked from hearing you moan and whine, feeling your pussy squeeze him each time he slams into you

“tightest fuckin pussy, like it was made just for my fat cock.” cause like. he’s fucking ripped. so he’s well endowed and he definitely knows how to use it. especially when he’s fucking up into you just right, he has you squirting all over the counter top and he can feel some of it drip down his balls that slap obscenely against your pussy <3

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i’m so sick.

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watched the new halloween.. why is corey kinda

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he’s sooo boyfriend

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hii! i absolutely love your writing, you're so talented! i found unattainable when i was oh so deep in my dbf!bucky bag and it altered my brain chemistry. i desperately need more dbf!bucky, idc about plot, just as long as it's pure filth and bucky is a little mean and cocky maybe?

thank you so much!! <3 i’m so glad you like my content!

all these new seb pics have me in a daze, so here’s this

warnings: pure filth without plot (dirty talk, vaginal sex, quickie, vague fingering, groping, choking, exhibitionism, praise, slut shaming, degradation, overstimulation), age gap

the first draft of this got deleted so this is a rewrite :/

The taste of wine is heavy on your tongue, accompanied by the taste of the steak your family prepared dinner- which Bucky had ever so gracefully invited himself to. Your father held no resistance, happy to have his longtime best friend stay for dinner.

It wasn't unusual for him to take claim his place next to you at the table, stuffing himself into the seat closest to you, eyes trained on you during the entire dinner. For his hand to slide towards your thigh, itching closer up your dress until he found your clothed cunt, palming it as your parents asked you about your current job search.

After the last of the steak was finished, your parents had wandered off to the local market in search for a forgotten dessert. You could practically feel the tension melt from your shoulders at the prospect of being alone, accompanied by a heat in your stomach- and a cold anxiety fluttering in your chest.

Your hands are wet with soap and water as you clean off your dishes, chewing on a sore on the inside of your mouth with puckered lips. You can hear Bucky's footsteps gravitate towards you, the sound of his heavy boots on your wooden floor all too familiar.

“Need any help?” His presence makes itself known beside you, with a large hand placed on the small of your back. You have to resist the urge to fall into it, your body tensing slightly under the contact.

“I’m okay,” You practically squeak, clearing your throat. He hums, but doesn’t move, keeping his soft grip on you.

You shuffle your body, swallowing harshly, continuing to wash the last of your dishes, trying your best to ignore the way his hot gaze practically bores a hole into you.

His hand falls down the small of your back, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it moves forward to your stomach. He moves more behind you, pressing you back against him with a light push, making you gasp.

"Bucky," You breathe.

He chuckles, hot against your ear, "C'mon... Don't get all shy on me now."

Both of his hands wrap around your waist, grasping onto your sides. You grab his wrists- not quite to stop him, but to just hold him in place.

"My parents could catch us." You whisper.

"Mmm," He hums, moving his hands lower, your hands following suit. "That's never stopped us before."

Bucky's fingers bring up the hem of your dress, pushing the fabric upwards just enough to reveal your panties. You feel his fingers press down, stroking your cunt above the fabric, a groan erupting from his throat.

"Fuck," He says, hips pressing harshly against your back, "I love feelin' how fuckin' wet you get- always a good little slut f' me,"

He lays kisses below your ear, down your cheeks and to your jaw, tongue jutting out to lay soft licks on your skin. You can feel your skin start to prickle with goosebumps, thighs squirming in his hold.

You turn towards the door, contemplating your situation. You know full well how long the drive to the market takes, but the threat of being caught with him has tensity building in your shoulders- and an uncomfortable heat pooling in your stomach.

Bucky's hand dips down underneath your panties, making contact with your bare cunt. You let out a soft whimper at the contact, feeling the way his fingers guide along your slick, wetness already beginning to drip down.

"We have to be quick," You say, and can practically feel the grin that spreads along his features.

"There's my girl."

The fingers hooked in your panties pull them down, leaving them dangling around your mid thigh. The sound of his belt unbuckling behind you makes you squirm- having Pavlov's dog-ged yourself into an automatic response.

You whimper as he presses the tip of his cock to your folds, sliding around your slick with heavy grunts. He chuckles at the sound, fingers curling around your throat, bringing your head back to lay against his chest- chin pointed up at the sky.

"Think you can take me jus' like this?" Bucky says, voice in a whisper, "Pussy's always so fuckin' wet f' me to take whenever I want."

He grunts as his tip breaches your entrance, his grip on your throat growing tighter. You always forget just how thick he is- how the stretch of him can leave you aching for days afterward.

"There we go," He moans once his cock bottoms out, your pussy trembling around his length, your eyes fluttering closed, "Good fuckin' girl. I knew you could do it."

The sound of skin slapping fills the air as he begins to lay light thrusts into your cunt, accompanied by his groans, mouth pressed up against your ear. Your free hand wraps around the wrist tied to your neck- as his gropes your ass, kneading it like dough. It travels to your back, pushing you forward, laying your body flat against the countertop.

His thrusts get faster, cock pounding against your cervix as he holds you still. You're moaning against the granite, gripping at the countertop. "Please, fuck, please-"

"How'd your daddy like to know what a dumb slut his lil' girl is f'me," Bucky groans, spreading your ass to watch the way his cock disappears into your cunt- laying a light spank to the skin, "Begging me to fuck her stupid."

Your hand goes to rub at your clit- but he slaps it away, replacing it with his own. Your leg lifts up, his cock hitting your cunt at a new angle, making your body practically keen in on itself.

"Feel good?" Bucky grunts, humming at the way you moan a mhm in response, "Feels fuckin' good f' me too, baby, gripping my cock so nice. I know I left you hanging before, baby- just knew you'd come nice and good around my dick."

His other hand moves forward, curling around to stuff his fingers into your open mouth. You whine around them, trying your hardest to suck- "I wan' come," You moan, "Please, I wanna- I wanna come so bad, please-"

"I know, honey, I know," He coos, "I know you've been so fuckin' close- just', fuck, come around my fuckin' cock baby, like a good little fuckin' slut."

Your orgasm hits through you, slicing through your stomach in a white heat. You whine and moan around his fingers, legs twitching as he fucks you through it, unrelentless in his ruthless pace.

"Please," You're begging again, overstimulation flooding your cunt, "I can't- I can't take anymore,"

"Yeah you can," Bucky insists, voice growing gravelly as his cock twitches, "You can give me one more."

"I can't." You cry.

"Yes you fuckin' can," He growls. "I know you can. Give me one more, baby, come on- like a good, stupid fuckin' slut, give me one more."

Bucky's pace on your clit goes unrelenting, fingers continuing their assault despite your pleas, spit drooling down your chin. The way his cock slams against you is almost growing painful, tearing through the inside of your cunt.

You feel your second orgasm wash over your body like a cold wave. It's not as violent, it creeps up on you- but it hits just the same, making your body twitch against him as you cry around his fingers.

With a last few slams, his cock twitches as he comes, filling your pulsing cunt up with his spend. Bucky moans, leaning his body over to hover over your back.

You catch your breath, lip still quivering. You whine when he pulls out- cum dripping from out of your cunt and down your thigh, pussy twitching at the loss of being filled.

Bucky pulls up your panties, finger collecting the dripped cum, gathering it to bring towards your mouth. You take it in, sucking the cum off his fingers with a moan.

"Good girl," He praises, a smile settling on his features. "I want you to keep the rest inside you. Wanna get some more dessert later."

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ohhh my god

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☎️ with bucky pls i beg

here you go bby! 💌

*ೃ༄ milestone sleepover

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Like Braille

Prompt from anonymous:

“ok but hands!bucky waking you up rubbing your clit, and when you wake up he slips into you from behind and grinds into you until you both cum”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (yhhmsgm universe, established relationships)

WARNINGS: Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content. Somnophilia (pre-negotiated), PIV sex

Word Count: 2k

A/N: 🥵🤤🤤🤤

Sleepover blurb masterlist

The bedroom is pitch black, but he reads the curves of your body like braille.

There is no distant moonlight seeping through the blinds. Bucky has no idea what time it is— too early, too late, it doesn’t matter. How long has he been curled around you in his bed, waiting for a sleep that refuses to come? You began snoring almost as soon as you flopped onto the mattress, but after tossing and turning until the sheets were tangled around his legs, Bucky accepted that this was going to be yet another long, sleepless night for him. 

Still. Lying in bed with you isn’t the worst way to spend eight hours. 

You’re curled up with your back against his chest, your head on his solid left bicep like a pillow, and he’s been tracing his right fingertips along your skin for ages now. Featherlight over the flimsy fabric of your tank top, your exposed collarbones and the swell of your breast. A trail of goosebumps follow his touch, spreading and growing, but your breathing stays steady. 

When Bucky’s thumb brushes over your covered nipple, your breath catches. He freezes. You need your sleep, and the last thing he wants to do is wake you because he’s bored and handsy. After a few still moments you sigh, one big exhale before your quiet rhythm resumes. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help it— he thumbs over your now-hard nipple again, but this time the only thing that stirs is his dick. 

He clenches his jaw when it throbs impatiently against your ass. Of course he’s hard— how could he not be? He’s enveloped in your scent, wrapped in your warmth, with only two thin layers of clothing keeping him from you. Morning is only a few hours away, he tries to reason with himself. He can wait; god knows he’s waited longer. But his cock twitches again, and he remembers that discussion from weeks ago. Take whatever you need, you had told him with a sly look in your eye. Whenever you need it. 

What he needs now is you. If he wanted to, he could take his cock out and slip into you quickly, push past any resistance— but no. Take whatever you need, and what he needs is you dripping wet for him, soaking his cock as you come around him again and again and again.

But he doesn’t want to wake you. You deserve to sleep.

Bucky trails an experimental hand down your belly and under your shirt, gauging your reaction as he draws soft, small circles against your skin. Nothing. A pleased sigh escapes him when he squeezes your breast, feels your pebbled nipple against his worn palm as he carefully kneads the handful of flesh. He wishes you would sleep naked. Maybe he’d have an easier time falling asleep with his face buried between your tits.

Moving lower, he reaches the waistband of your underwear. No pajama shorts tonight, and the thin layer of cotton isn’t enough to derail his plans; he ghosts his fingers further down the fabric, easily finding the outline of your clit through your panties. You don't react when he brushes over it gently, but his dick throbs against you again, because he knows. 

He knows you like being touched like this, gentle and teasing. He knows if you were awake you'd be grinding down on his hand, begging him for more. But with you asleep, he can take it slow— has to take it slow, if he doesn’t want to wake you. That’s okay; he has all the time in the world. 

He lazily glides over the outline of your clit—  up and down, up and down, not enough stimulation to bring you to your peak, but enough for him to feel it swell beneath his touch. His hips jerk forward at that because he’s so hard that it hurts, and your body is telling him that what he’s doing feels good— but no. Not yet. 

It takes every ounce of his self control to remain still, but he does okay. He can’t stop his dick from twitching, but he doesn’t grind against you. He doesn’t lose control and rut against you pathetically, and he doesn’t speed up his strokes along your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge. He wants to take his time. But even though he’s not inside you, he feels the clench when your cunt tightens around nothing, and that’s too much, he can’t help it— he bites down on his lower lip to try to stifle it, but a husky groan still escapes against your neck when heat floods his lower belly. 

The noise drags you toward consciousness, and you shift. Bucky holds his breath, waiting for you to speak— to tell him to leave you alone, to tell him he’s being bad— but you only tilt your hips and spread your thighs, giving him unhindered access to your core. He lets out a thrilled huff, because he can’t believe it— you’re always so good to him, even in your sleep. He buries his face against your neck and continues. 

Reaching a bit lower, he finds saturated cotton, the evidence of your somnolent arousal. With a sleepy smile he pushes the gusset of your panties to the side and dips his middle finger between your folds, coating it in your slick before slowly pressing it inside you with little resistance.  

A pleased, quiet noise rumbles deep in his chest, because he’ll never get over how warm and wet and tight you feel around him. But as he pushes deeper into you, that heavenly feeling is drowned out by his awareness of the clingy, scratchy fabric rubbing against the side of his finger. He frowns; it’s an entirely unpleasant sensation on his hand, and guaranteed to be worse against his dick. Withdrawing from you completely, he feels for the seam and pinches it between two fingers. Slowly, cautiously, he tears it apart— he’ll buy you ten new pairs of panties to replace these, he swears. 

The tattered fabric falls limp against the bed, leaving your core exposed, but through all of this, you don’t move. You’re not the heaviest sleeper, but Bucky is a trained assassin, after all.

With nothing in his way and your pretty thighs open for him, he loses track of time. He swaps between lazily circling your clit and filling you with his fingers, but every time your breath quickens, he waits. When your hips move, he slows down. When your pussy flutters, just once, he pulls his hand away entirely as another wave of heat blows through him. He shudders, his straining cock leaking more precum to add to the wet mess in his boxers. 

Taking a few deep breaths, he tries to calm down— tries to slow his heart rate, relax his muscles, let that tidal wave that’s rising inside him fade back. But he’s rock fucking hard, dripping like a leaky faucet, and the ache in his balls is impossible to ignore any longer; as carefully as he can, he hooks his thumb into the elastic band of his boxers and shimmies them down around his thighs. His cock springs free and comes to rest against your ass, painting translucent lines of precum on your skin, and he groans lowly at your ear when he wraps his fist around himself. 

He jerks his cock once, twice, and then once more before he regains control and forces himself to stop— he didn’t get this far just to blow his load on your ass, although that doesn’t sound too bad, now that he thinks about it. He shifts his body closer to you and presses his cockhead between your thighs. Caught up in the slick glide as he pushes forward, he doesn’t notice when your eyelids flutter open. 

“Hmm… Buck?” you mumble. Your midnight-thick voice startles him, and he jumps— you told him he could do this, but he still feels dirty about it. But before he can stammer an apology you wiggle your hips back against him, a sleepy search for friction, and he sucks in a harsh breath when his tip catches at your drenched hole.

“Yeah, sweets, it’s just me,” he exhales, leaving his cock nestled in your folds so he can wrap his arm around you again. He has to fight the urge to push inside you, instead focusing on taking deep, calming breaths. “Everything’s okay. Go back to sleep.” His hand brushes over your clit gently as if to prove it— it’s okay, he’s taking care of you, he can make you feel good— and your cunt clenches under his touch. 

“Feels good…” you whine quietly, sending a rush of electricity down his spine. With his hand still between your legs, he reaches lower to line his cock up with his fingertips.

“I know, baby.” Bucky nudges his tip at your entrance, fighting off a shudder. “I’ll be gentle.” He gasps when the swollen head slips inside, and a moment passes before he can speak again. “You can sleep.”

You don’t reply. Bucky isn’t sure if you’re awake or asleep, but he moves carefully just in case. His fingertips massage your clit again as he grinds into you slowly, filling you completely. Okay, maybe he’s not exactly being gentle, he thinks as he ruts into you so deep that your breath catches in your throat. But slow, at least. He can go slow.

He keeps his body almost flush with yours, barely pulling out but somehow grinding deeper with each thrust. The uninhibited little gasps and whimpers that escape you tell him you’re definitely awake now, which means he doesn’t have to hold back as much— and now your body’s rocking with the strength of his thrusts, so he curls his left arm up around your chest to hold you tight to him. His metal hand catches a handful of your breast, and he squeezes it, kneads it— icing on the cake for him, but you don’t seem to notice. 

You throw your head back against his chest in bliss, and he takes the opportunity to kiss along the column of your neck, biting gently and sucking sweet marks. You shiver when his stubbled chin scratches along the curve of your shoulder, goosebumps blooming from his hot breath huffing against your skin.

“S’feels so good,” you almost sob, the growing pleasure overwhelming your sleep-addled brain. “Bucky— Bu—”

You go rigid in his arms, your core clenching down around him so tightly that it steals the air from his lungs, but he doesn’t let up. “That’s it, sweets,” he mumbles in your ear, a hint of desperation bleeding into his voice as he rubs your clit in steady circles. His thrusts are harsher now, more powerful, because you’re gripping him so tightly that gentle is no longer an option. He wants you to come, needs you to come, and he’s right there on the precipice with you— “Shit,” he pants, “m’gonna come. Let go, baby, let go for me.”

A weak moan from your sweet lips, and Bucky’s fingertips feel your cunt quiver a half second before he feels it around his cock. His hips jerk, his jaw drops open, and he just can’t stay quiet when you squeeze around him in pulses.

His orgasm washes over him slowly, building into a crescendo that wrenches a low shout from his chest when his cock throbs inside you. Each hot surge is staggering as he pumps you full, and he bites down on the crook of your neck to steady himself as he rides it out. His light touch on your clit keeps you going until you squeeze your thighs together to push his hand away, but he’s not quite ready to be done— his thrusts are unsteady as rides the line between pleasure and oversensitive pain for as long as he can. 

Later— after Bucky finally stops shaking, after he pulls out of you tenderly and turns on a light so he can clean you up with all the love you deserve, he settles down beside you and sleeps better than he has in months.

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i’m in a mood. bare with me here.

warnings: smut, noncon, crying, rough sex, degradation, bondage, forced breeding, probably shit russian

“Keep yourself down.” You hear his voice— almost robotic in tone, speak to you from behind, with a firm metallic hand wrapped around your throat.

Soldat’s cock is already nestled inside your cunt, throbbing deep inside your warm walls. He hasn’t moved, just sat there, letting your aching pussy cry out around his length, tired from how he abused it with his fingers.

He doesn’t give you any warning before he begins- pounding at your cervix with each harsh fuck he lands, fingers twisting and clenching around your throat. You feel hot tears stream down your face, soaking your just dried cheeks.

“Please,” You pant, voice barely present- you can barely swallow with how hard he had fucked your throat just minutes before, “Slow down, please. Hurts.”

You don’t know if he’s ignoring you, or if he’s too ingrained in the pleasure to even hear you. Heavy grunts are muffled behind his mask, colliding with the sound of his tactical suit slapping against your naked ass.

“Your stupid cunt belongs to me.” He grits, practically growling. “Just for me to take. All mine.”

You keep trying to claw at his hand, his gloves, his leg, anything to get him to stop, or at the very least slow down- but every attempt comes up futile, his thrusts just getting harder.

The bounds that had tied your limbs had already begun to fall off, withered with the intensity of his manhandling, but you think even if you noticed you couldn’t get him off.

He’s kneeling on your bed behind you, his legs between yours keeping them spread open. He’s stripped you completely naked, while he remains fully clothed- already finished himself off twice, on your tits and in your throat.

You know you’ll feel the harsh bruises of his fingers digging into your hips, definitely the marks he’s left from his slapping, grabbing and hitting. Your body is already aching, begging for just a moment of rest, but he keeps pushing your body back against him. Using you like you’re a fleshlight- like you have no soul or conscious attached to your body, like you’re just a set of holes for him to fuck himself into.

You can tell by the way his thrusts falter in rhythm that he’s getting close again, ready to dump another load onto your body.

“Not inside,” You manage to whine, his fingers slipping towards your mouth with his intensity, “Mm- not, not inside,”

“‘M gonna pump a baby into you, маленький кролик, claim this cunt as mine.”

And he does. With one last, final, brutal thrust, he cums, growling loudly into your ear as he spills into your cunt.

He doesn’t pull out- he stays there, thrusting shallowly into your pussy, panting and grunting behind his mask.

“Your cunt is mine, шлюха,” Soldat’s glove covered palm smooths over your ass, spreading your cheeks to stare at his cock, deep inside of you, “Soon every hole will be.”

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something with steve kemp? <3

“Hands t’ your self,” You can hear him grunt in your ear, hips tightly pressed up against your ass with each thrust he lands, cock reaching to hit your cervix. Each thrust has your legs propping up into the air, whines leaving your throat like they’re being punched out of you.

He’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, the bottom of your dress ripped completely in the heat of his desire- from when when he was practically snarling with the need to feel your cunt.

You can hear the slaps of your joining skin with each pound, “Such a good whore for me,” Steve grunts, “Just letting me take you against the fucking granite, however I please.”

He tangles a hand in your hair to pull you back against him, grunting at how your cunt clenches with the pull. “You like being used? Cause your pussy’s fucking dripping for me, begging me to abuse her. No matter how much you cry- your pussy tells me exactly what you really want.”

You grab onto his wrist, with a silent plead of something. To slow down, go faster, stop, or keep fucking you until you can’t move- you don’t know.

Steve’s thumb finds home at your puckered hole, threatening to breach the unpenetrated entrance, almost growling at the feeling. You whimper as he pushes his thumb in, toes curling with how full you feel.

“Maybe I should stuff her with my cock next,” He grunts. “Claim every little hole you got as mine.”

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Hello :)

I love your writing. I am so bad with ideas and submissions but i especially love when you write vulnerable and in love bucky (heat is my fave work of yours) so i would love to read something like that in the future of course if you want to 😌

i have something like this in the works, but for now here’s a lil blurb

“This okay?” You can hear his voice from below you, humming against your thigh as his lips hover above your skin.

“Mhm,” You hum, eyes fluttering, threatening to close, “More than okay.”

If you had looked down, you’d have seen the smile that graces his lips.

His tongue dives up your folds, tongue spread flat out as it tastes up your heat. You moan, head falling back against the pillows, giving him words of praise.

“Just like that,” You cry, feeling his lips wrap around your clit, sucking while his flesh fingers delve inside your cunt. He’s not quite ready to use his vibranium ones yet- and no matter how much you crave to feel how his cold fingers would feel inside of your warm cunt, you’re willing to wait for him.

“Good?” He asks, with a moan, muffled by his face buried in your cunt.

“So good,” You whine as his fingers pick up speed, grabbing onto his trimmed hair. You sometimes miss his long locks- but know they did nothing but remind him of his past.

When you start to grind against his face, he can’t help the way his hips rut against the bed, desperate for his own source of friction. The way you moan for him, come apart so easily on his fingers always sends him reeling- knowing that he makes you feel good. Knowing that no one else gets to know you like this. That he has the honor of making you come.

You cry out his name when you finish, cumming against his face, burying it deeper into your cunt with a push of your hands. He doesn’t mind; if anything, he loves it, drinking in every last drop of your cunt like its his last meal.

When you come down, you have to push his head away from your overstimulated cunt. When he recoils, your hand grasps his cheek, holding his face there as he stares up at you.

“I love making you come,” He says, quiet. You can see the peace in his eyes.

You smile. “I love you making me come.”

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hey kids who read fic, listen up

it’s annoying to me as a Fanfic Elder that y’all don’t understand how consent works in regards to reading fanfic

last night I saw a fic that had EIGHT of my favorite tags included and a great summary BUT it also contained a tag for a topic that bothers me. I weighed the pros/cons and decided NOT to read the fic because the ONE tag I disliked was something that could trigger a panic attack if the scene went into any sort of detail - it wasn’t worth risking the eight good tags.

from the first moment I noticed the fic to the moment I decided not to read it, the entire experience was MY RESPONSIBILITY. the author tagged the fic correctly, I knew what my limits were, and I respected them.

if you find a fic with tags you don’t like, JUST DON’T READ IT 

don’t harass the author, don’t post a big whiny rant about it on Tumblr, just keep scrolling

that is your job as a reader. 

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LET ME SIT ON YOUR LAP STEVE!! IT WOULD RESTORE MY LIFE AND WHOLE BEING!! 🥰

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"I could fix him " yeah? well i could accept him as he

is. you don't like the cannibalism? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny.

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Omg congratulations was so good I SCREAMED. and creamed

making me blush <3 ily!

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Are you still able to right about Dark Quarterback Bucky taking readers virginity?? If you already have, I just need to be pointed in the right direction. If not please do!? I love your writing and that story sounds like it would be hot as fuck. Like how she never thought she'd be into that kind of thing but Bucky changes her views on that very quickly. And maybe he let's his demeanor change when he realizes she's a virginbut only for a second and he knows he wants to give it to her as good as he knows he can but then when he sees she really wants it and can handle it? Holy shit he let's get have it!

i want to say thank you for being the person to inspire me to actually finish it and make it postable, omg.

anyway, i just posted it! i hope you enjoy it :)

again, apologies for the delay. don’t want to get into stuff online but life is very messy for me atm!