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I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

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trapping him inside when he promised to pull out. his hips stuttering, moaning "oh god, baby, baby fuck- let me out. m'gonna cum" but you just tighten your legs around his waist, push your pelvis up further to meet his, keep him locked inside so he can only grind and roll his hips in tiny circles, can't get any further. gripping the sheets on either side of you as his eyes roll back and his balls start to empty the first load; right into your warm pussy. "god you fuckin' little brat- fine. take my cum, fucking take it. gonna g've it to youuu- fuck- s-stop milking me, 'm gonna get hard again you bitch-"

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murderous creature

summary: your marriage to prince is nothing but a scam. you both hold a fiery hatred towards each other, but that doesn’t mean there’s an undeniable chemistry between you both. bucky also happens to be incredibly possessive of what is his.

pairing: prince!bucky barnes x f!princess!reader

word count: 3,443 words (yes, i got a little carried away oops)

warnings: this is NOT a dark fic, but there are dark themes. please heed all warnings. violence, threats, blood kink, lots of knives & mention of stabbing, enemies to lovers, hate fucking, unprotected sex, fingering, reader is being cornered into giving sexual acts to a man she doesn’t want [bucky stops it], pet names [princess, baby], sleazy man tries our reader, mention of killing and death, violence kink (?), crying, begging, taunting, teasing, a lot of dirty talk, size kink, knife play, biting kink/biting — 18+ only | minors dni

“Have I ever told you how much of a pain in my ass you are?” 

Bucky’s voice was deep and rough as you finished sheathing your dagger into the holster that was around your ankle. Once strapped, you gave him a threatening look. 

“A time or two, yes.” 

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( mmm request ) reader hating one of bucky’s men because maybe he’s not the nicest to her when bucky leaves him in charge of her whenever he leaves &&& then reader finally telling bucky about it one day when he’s trying to leave for a meeting ,,,, maybe our reader is crybaby!reader or bratty!reader whichever u prefer

❤  mmm thoughts : mafia men monday ❤

Oooo yes anon, yes. Mafia Bucky does NOT take too kindly to his girl being treated badly. I feel like crybaby!reader would be so precious for this one, just because she was also so worried to stress Bucky out even more, so she never told him about anything. But, the minute he goes to leave next time, the man gives her a patronizing smirk behind Bucky's back and she absolutely cannot hold it back anymore. (I may or may not have also made this dom!bucky because I'm a whore for him) AH here we go:

Strolling through the opened living room towards where you're standing, Bucky nods his head towards one of his men to grab his attention.

"Stay here with her until I get back."

He's met with a nod and a quick 'will do, boss' before turning back around to face you, only to catch sight of your pre-cry face that he knows all too well. Little did he know that the man he'd just ordered to stay with you is the same man who continuously undermines and belittles you once he leaves.

"Hey, what's the matter, doll?" he says, gently using two fingers to tilt your head up to face him.

"Nothing. I'm just gonna miss you," you lie straight through your teeth, averting your gaze from his as tears slip out of the corners of your eyes.

"Look at me."

You can't help but obey as you flick your watery eyes back to his soft and confused ones. Tilting his head silently repeating his previous question, you silently flick your eyes towards the man standing near the door behind before looking back into Bucky's piercing ones. Sensing your apprehension and quickly understanding its source, Bucky tilts his head to where his ear is down directly in front of your face. "Come on, tell Daddy what's the matter" he whispers low enough to where you're the only one that can hear him.

"Please don't leave me with him," you desperately try to quietly croak out between your tears. At your such sad words, Bucky's head immediately snaps to meet your gaze in front of him.

"What did he do, babydoll?" he whispers in front of you, maintaining his piercing eye contact.

Sniffling once again, you turn away slightly as you suddenly feel the man's eyes on you from over Bucky's shoulder. "He's just mean. He calls me a crybaby every time you go. I didn't want to worry you since you're already busy and I can handle myself" you whimper more so trying to convince yourself rather than him, quickly wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.

Ultimately, Bucky flips a 180 and decides to take you with him to this meeting. Though he typically wouldn't, he's so upset that he's left you with someone who's been continuously making you cry and he absolutely MELTS/feels SO bad when you tell him your reasoning for not talking about it sooner. Y'all already know he has Steve take care of business once you two leave the house <3

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criminal minds ??? soft hotch fluff?? maybe on the jet and it’s stormy n ur scared 🥺

Is this too long to be a dialogue - yes

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Your knuckles were completely stretched from the force of the grip you had on the poor leather seat. Your eyes flitted around in panic as yet another gust of wind had the jet doing a jump, thunder lighting up the clouds through the window.

“Quite the storm out there,” Hotch sighed, looking up from his paperwork - how he was even managing to concentrate on anything other than all of your doom was a mystery to you.

He raised his brows slightly at the small shaky ‘mhm’ you gave as an answer, eyes instantly softening as he took in your frightened exterior.

“Y/N, come over here,” he whispered softly, patting his strong thigh. You looked quite stunned for a second or two - everyone knew you and Hotch had a little flirting match going on, each too scared to actually go further. So, this was completely new and shocking. But, another blip of lightning shining through the window was enough to have you jumping up from your seat and straight into Hotch’s lap.

“Honey, you’re shaking,” he whispered, concern evident in his tone as you buried yourself as close to him as possible.

You exhaled shakily, trying to conjure up something that resembled a laugh, “I’m not the biggest fan of storms.”

“Let’s read something to help get your mind on something else,” he spoke softly, reaching into his bag on the table and fishing out his current read, most likely.

His soft voice filled your ears, soon replacing the sound of the rustling wind outside and the unsteadiness of the jet. You could feel your eyes starting to get heavy, successfully ignoring the rest of the team's amused eyes and their back and forth exchange of money from their bets.

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faking it

i. the first meeting

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summary: you’re finally about to meet the man who’s supposed to be your boyfriend. too bad neither of you like each other.

pairing: actor!bucky barnes x f!actress!reader

word count: 2,707 words

warnings: fake dating, enemies to lovers, social media au, sexual tension, pet names [princess & sweetheart], bucky is an asshole, brat behaviour/brat tamer — 18+ only | minors dni

“You’re joking, right?”

You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of Lucy’s, your PR managers, mouth. Yet, here she was, red hair in a sleek high ponytail, the expression on her face telling you that she was in fact, not joking. 

“His team approached us about a month ago asking us to consider it and after some careful thought, we think it’s a good idea.”

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I Am Broken in Pieces

𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐟𝐨𝐫 @little-diable​​​‘s 𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐨𝐠 & 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 / 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 / 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟏𝟓𝟎

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

Thunder rattled the shutters on the side of the house, making your grip tighten on the teacup in your hands. You breathed in the chai-scented steam, pulling your feet under you. A movie droned softly on in the background, a blanket draped over you, but you weren’t really paying attention; you were looking out the window at the endless grey fog.

A storm was only miles away, rolling over the fields and swallowing the countryside whole. The thunder boomed over the hills, surrounding you with its unforgiving power, promising the certainty of its arrival. You stood, opening the door out to your covered porch, breathing in the smell of the approaching rain.

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you deserve a soft epilogue, my love

beefy!bucky x f!reader

prompt: while hiding in Bucharest, Bucky meets you— a home, bearing cups of coffee— a refuge for a life that’s riddled with battles of his torturous demons.

warnings: angst. fluff. all the feelings. some suggestive language. talk of nightmares, body image, and trauma. love.

wc: 11.5k and not even a bit sorry

a/n: SORRY I’M POSTING SO LATE I JUST NEEDED TO AS SOON AS IT WAS DONE!! my beefy puppy just means too much to me, deal with IT

i do not give permission to translate, copy, or share any of my work

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Very Unfriendly Reminder that Tommy Lee:

would regularly moon audiences during concerts,

was sued for assaulting a Jewish cameraman,

attempted to have a Nazi tattoo on his arm removed from evidence in said lawsuit to avoid the jury developing any prejudice against Lee,

was arrested alongside bandmate Nikki Six for using racial slurs against a black security guard, pouring liquor on him, and encouraging the crowd at their concert to attack the guard,

allegedly transmitted hepatitis C to Pamela Anderson during a tattoo session,

admitted to kicking Anderson while she was holding their infant son, Dylan,

attacked Anderson so she was left with bruises, a torn fingernail, and terrified for the safety of her two sons,

has said, of the necessary procedures that took place during his battle for equal custody of his sons: “Doesn’t it sound reasonable? […] We’re going through all this crazy bullshit of psychiatric evaluation […] It’s such an ugly, shitty situation, man, and it’s a big fucking waste of money. At some point both lawyers end up putting another new wing on their homes, and nobody benefits. Certainly the children don’t: they’re being interviewed by therapists. I mean, for God’s sake, they’re five and six years old. I just hope it’s over soon and I just hope I get to spend as much time with my kids as they do with their mum. That’s all I really want; I don’t care about anything else.”

In conclusion, he has done some truly, truly horrendous things, and if I see anyone romanticize him as an individual for whatever fictionalized version Hulu has created that Sebastian Stan will be portraying, I will lose my shit I swear to God. Please Don’t. Biopics are not biographies.

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Your writing is so good!! I’m in love with your “Barnes’ Bakery” series and I can’t wait to read the next part 🤍🤍

Thank you so much!!

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NESTA ARCHERON SUPREMACY

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Undisclosed - Ten

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: A little angsty, me not knowing how the legal system works, beefy!bucky being very soft

a/n: The last leg before the epilogue!! I hope you enjoy it and, as always, I love feedback and appreciate feedback!! Thank you for reading 🤍🤍

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The trunk slammed, Bucky’s palms firm against the metal as he secured your belongings inside. Between the two of you, there wasn’t much. But as spring turned into a barely there summer in Stowe Mills, and that summer began dissipating into a harsh winter, you knew you would need warmer clothes to brave the New York chill. So, your suitcases were stuffed full of sweaters and hats and gloves, along with business casual attire—for the courthouse, of course. 

You used to have an entire closet full of clothes fit for any event, but since your move to this small town in the middle of the woods, you found that supply dwindling. That is, until the state of New York began their case against Beck. And you parents. 

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i have a thing for men with a staring problem

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Happy New Year!

Thank you for adding to the happy moments I’ve experienced in 2021 by reading your works, I truly appreciate you!

Sending you loads of love♥️

Oh my God. This is so lovely. Thank you for loving my work even if it's so stretched apart that most people forget about it. I hope you have a very gentle 2022.

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Barnes Bakery, Part Six.

summary : bucky will burn the world down to ashes for you.

trigger warnings : violence, unwanted sexual attention towards reader (low-key sexual harassment), mentions of abusive parent and dead mother, mentions of cheating, suicidal ideas.

Bucky was shaking. Not the sort of shaking that was mild and controlled— but instead the sort that demanded for his mother to hold his hands. It was the kind of shaking that was wild, reckless— unkept in its violence.

He'd found Steve and the rest of his team at your school. Apparently, Sharon had mislead them to believe that you were in trouble, and without a second thought went to get you because you were family. You were, though quietly and slowly, had become an essential part of Steve and Bucky's lives.

Bucky wasn't able to breathe, and he was shaking as if he was in the hospital again, trying to regain feeling in his hand.

"Bucky." It's his friend's voice that dismisses the thought of you for a second, before it comes barreling back down on his focus.

He needs to get to you.

"She took her." He says. His throat is dry, and he thinks that it may be coated with rage that would terrify so many. He isn't able to tell because he can't hear anything but his thoughts.

"Peter is tracking her phone." Natasha announces from the desk, leaning against a green chair he remembers you sat in merely days ago, swinging happily when Steve brought you your daily muffin.

He remembers you telling him about your theory on how muffins are just the grandma versions of cupcakes, and he also recalls himself ignoring it, thinking it didn't make sense.

"It may be shut down, but I can still access it if-"

"If?" Bucky growls.

"If she has a find my phone app in it."

"Does she?" He glances at Steve, laughing hysterically. "I don't even know."

The blond nods at him, and anger rises within him twofolds. How was it that his best friend knew, and not him? How was it that he'd always pushed you away when he knew that there was no avoiding how incredibly quickly and foolishly he'd fallen for you?

Silence hung about like a looming threat, and suddenly, Peter screeched with delight that filled Bucky with a small, precious spark of hope. Perhaps he'd get to feel you just one more time.

"I GOT IT!"

Bucky was dragging his team out the door before anything else could be said.

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Youre not sure when it is that you were knocked out. You remember realizing you would have to face your father. You remember Sharon laughing at you, but you don't remember getting hit so strongly on the head that you were still seeing stars.

"Come on, what is she going to do? Say no? I'd like to see her try." A voice you don't recognize laughs with a cruel tone that makes your fingers clench tighter around your binds.

You can't open your eyes, it still hurts too badly, but you can listen.

"You're fucking nasty. She's just sloppy seconds."

"You know what they say. The sloppier the better." The same voice that holds so much tenor grumbles.

"Literally no one says that." Sharon— you recognize the fakeness within her tone.

"Urgh, stop busting my balls, blondie. Leave and don't come back."

"The boss says no one should touch her." You hear the girl say, and you beg inwardly, chanting at her to stay, even if right now you hate her, you know that if she leaves your fate will quickly become much worse.

"And the boss also never told us he had a daughter before."

"He thought she was dead." Sharon hisses quietly, seemingly trying to distract him from his disgusting, perverse intentions.

"Do I have to put a bullet between your eyeballs?"

"Fuck you." You hear her grumble, before her footsteps retreat and an heavy door is slammed shut.

No. No. No.

Come back.

A hand touches the top of your head, and you wait patiently as Steve had taught you for the person to get just close enough for your swing to make enough damage.

His breath travels to your forehead, to your nose, and just when it finally connects with your lips, you swing your head forward, hard enough to break his teeth and your nose.

He let's out a colorful string of curses as he stumbles away, landing into a table you can only guess is filled with guns and weapons of torture.

The door opens again, thanks to the commotion, but you're too winded to realize that you're falling into oblivion again.

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When you wake up, you're completely stripped bare. You're in a comfortable bed, sunshine draping itself across your lived-in skin. You're not sure this is real at all, because Bucky is sitting next to you and he's looking at you as if everything is alright.

You yawn uncomfortably, twisting until your body is flush against his thighs. He says nothing, and you can't feel him as he lays a hand onto your head— which confirms your belief that this is not real. You didn't even know if he was alive.

"I wish you were real." You muttered, your voice harsh.

"Im here."

"But you're not."

"Even if it is a dream, why couldn't it be real?"

You glance up at him and take in the edges of his face, the beautiful blue of his eyes, the sharp slope of his nose. The jaw that clenches too often.

Even if it is a dream, you're also aware that you appreciate him, and all that he's done for you even if he used you. Because of him, you were able to have a normal life, at least for a bit. If only it hadn't all gone to shit. If only you had acknowledged the signs you refused to look at straight in the eyes because of your father.

You reach up, gently caressing the ghostly edge of his cheek. "Thank you."

He smiles, and then pushes you back into darkness.

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You awaken to bright red walls, mixed to dark brick that sticks horribly together. You want to fall back asleep and get back to Bucky, but.. he's gone. And instead of him, youre faced with your father.

"Ah, darling,"

You open your mouth to say something— anything, but your mouth is so dry no sounds can get out except a pathetic whine. You'd lost your voice screaming for Bucky.

"Welcome home." He glances down at his torture toys, smiling grimly. "I wondered how long it would take for me to find you."

You rolled your eyes, moving your wrists against your restrains. Sure, your father had given you everything you'd ever wanted, but being homeless had still be your prime days. He had given you everything but love or trust, and that scars a child, especially when you suddenly find out he had been the one to kill your mother.

"I'll give you that, the Winter Soldier was almost successful at making Sharon believe you weren't important to him. It's sad that you and your mother look so much alike."

"How did you find me?" You manage through your raw throat, wincing at the pain.

"Those two friends of yours— Maximoff, isn't it? Very nice people. She really likes to post on social media."

You frown — the only sign you let him see that you're panicking — and fight harder against your restrains. "if you hurt them-"

"Oh, but darling, I don't know what you could have told them about me. Have to be careful, don't I?"

"I haven't told them anything!" You spit, your neck tightening. "Let them go!"

"Like I can trust you." He scoffs, and than sends his hand down on your cheek to shut you up. "You're just like your mother. Foolish and drunk on liberty."

"She was drowning," You murmured, your head tilted how he'd left you after hitting you. You were seeing stars, but you blinked few times and managed to subdue the effect of his slap. "She was dying, in that estate. Never let out, used for breeding and being a pretty thing on your arm."

Your father screamed at you to shut up, but you were too far gone, tears rolling down your face, rage pulling at your guts. "She hated her life. You trapped her in that house, when you knew every spot in that place terrified her, that she knew of every each of your victims, but you— you locked her up."

Another hit. Blood pooled on your tongue. "And I was drowning too," so please kill me. Please kill me before I become like my mother. "She hated you."

Your dad picks up the gun from his table when your words finally hit him and points it just in between your brows. "Shut the fuck up. I will fucking blow your brains out, you fucking brat."

You smile despite yourself, leaning forward into the gun's barrel. "Wanna know a secret?"

"No." He pushed harder, and you unraveled yourself finally, ready to put an end to your miserable, endless life. "I said shut-"

"I'm not even your daughter."

The revelation is followed by the sound of the door bursting open, his guards falling flat on the floor, and Steve walking in with Sharon at gunpoint who's held by the throat.

Your father— or at least the person who raised you, doesn't lower his gun, but instead smiles at Steve.

If Steve is here, is Bucky too? Is Bucky alright?

"Let the girl go, Alex." Steve growls, his face completely calm and deadly.

"Go ahead and shoot, Steven. I don't care much for her."

"Good, because she was going to die anyways." A voice you don't see sounds through the room, causing your father to finally lower the gun and your inner struggle to fall apart. That voice.

"Winter Soldier." Your father croaked. "Here I thought you sent Captain Blondie to do your dirty work."

"Dirty work, you're right," a door made of bricks you hadn't seen before rises and turns, and Bucky comes out with Natasha, Clint and Thor.

Your father must have finally figured he was out powered, and so he slowly put down the gun at the prospect of being killed.

"You're nothing but dirty work," James hums, his eyes glossed over with a ferality that has you blinking through your tears and swallowing your blood. "But my girl? She's far from fucking dirty."

You father falters, but still keeps a little knowing smile on his face when he glances down at you. "You're nothing but a little whore, uh? Crying about drowning after you've decided to be the big bad mafia boss' play thing."

"Nat." Bucky snaps, and the Russian girl steps up before him to go to you, while Clint busies himself with tugging his bow string further. Alex doesn't try to stop her, and you suspect it's because he knows she's deadly enough that challenging her is a bad idea.

"You can't kill me." Your father says when Bucky twirls a knife out of his pocket and glances at Steve who's still holding Sharon.

"Oh I think we'll do as we like. You did betray the contract." Steve says, which earns a whimper from Sharon who's caught along to why, while you remain confused.

"I might have, seeing as she's not my daughter and she belongs to the Avengers, but.." Your father peers down at you, and points in your general direction, which quickly elicits a warning groan from Bucky. "But without me, you will never find the Maximoff twins."

You exchange a panicked glance with Natasha, who understands immediately and shakes her head at Bucky.

Alex, the person who killed your mother and raised you, points a gun at his own head and smiles darkly one last time.

"I hope you drown." He tells you, and before you can be covered from the sight or your eyes can close, his head splits in two from the bullet in his gun that was reserved for you and you're being drawn with blood all over.

You hear curses, hear Bucky calling your name as he rushes to you, but youre— you can't even think. You can't even cry or talk or breathe.

He'd killed himself, and in the process had taken your two best friends along with him.

You are drowning.

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Neighborly Behavior

The only gift he wants

The Morning After

And then there were none

It all belongs to you

Better than Work

Show Me How to Ride

Coming Home to You

A Party For Two

Parking Lot Fun

And He's Feeling Good

Just One Taste

Three Whole Days: The Night Before

Three Whole Days

Lemonade Stand

Just Say Yes: Coming Soon

Don't Make Me Wait

A Love Like Ours coming soon

Unbreakable, Shattered

I'll Wait For You

Drabbles:

Dad!Bucky

Mrs Smith and the house key

Mrs. Smith

Reasons Why Bucky is a great boyfriend

Road Trip Drabble

Teasing Bucky Drabble

Teasing Bucky Drabble: Aftermath of the Spaghetti incident

Teasing Bucky: The Panty Incident

Consent is Everything to Bucky

The Suit and The Grey Sweatpants

A Bad Day

Mark The ex boyfriend

Biker Ari: Get to know him

BikerAri: What If

Search Biker!Ari for more asks and small drabbles.

A Few Good Reasons

Drabbles:

Dove's Ripped Shorts

Not A Lot Fun in the Parking Lot

Steve's Kinks

Dreaming of you

Biker Asks: Features more than one pairing.

Who you can call

Tattoos

Weekend Plans