oh. oh my god i've never given it any thought but now i'm having plenty thots
started out only as pictures
never shows his entire face, strictly below the eyes
his tact pants, no shirt or vest, mask on sometimes, b o n e r
smiley boi
fans comment on how much he resembles that one infamous guy who was all over the news a few years back: the winter soldier
after getting more comfortable in front of the camera, he moves on to short videos
stripping out of his gear to his underwear slowly, saving the mask for last and when he finally removes it, he has the biggest toothy grin that he seductively licks over
l o v e s  p r a i s e
heâll pose halfway naked and play with his knives, skillfully twirling and twisting them between his fingers, throwing them up into the air and catching them with ease
âthey wanna see more,â you smirk, scrolling through the comments on his page
he looks at you with innocent doe eyes and tilts his head out of confusion
âgive them what they want if youâre comfortable, baby.â you encourage
and that was all the permission he needed
you help him take beautiful, artsy photos of him while completely bare and godforsakenly hard
heâll record himself jacking off, cock aching in his grasp while he watches you behind the camera, teasing yourself and him until heâs whimpering and grunting and whining as he chases his climax
he cums all over his stomach and G O D, you have to bite the back of your hand to keep your own sounds muffled
âjoin me.â he requests softly
and he's so demure and sweet that you oblige without further prompt
tasteful pictures in your bedroom as sunlight filters through the blinds; his hands cupping your breasts with your nipples peaking between his fingers while your fist is around his shaft
videos of you sucking his cock
heâs careful not to pan up too far up your face as his hands and thighs begin to shake as he moans so lewdly
jesus, and when he fucks you on camera, its a type of euphoric sinfulness neither of you ever thought youâd enjoy
his metal hand around your throat as he fucks you hard and slow, making your moans and your breaths catch in your windpipe
This is the updated POC/WOC Writers. WIth @allaboardthereadingrailroad we have divided these up into fandoms. If you do not see someoneâs name on a list, please send me an ask with their name and their fandom. Some were on the list to start but I could not find a masterlist to put them in their respective categories or their blog was not active. So sending me their fandom is very very important. I will continue to add to this as names some in and thanks again for all the helping and spreading these awesome POC/WOC writers. Oh @brooklyn-boy has started a blog called @readersofcolour showcasing stories with readers of color. So be sure to check it out.Â
Summary: Youâre new in town, enjoying a beer in a bar in Brooklyn, about to start your dream job on Monday. So what if you leave the bar with the hot stranger on the back of his bike? Youâre an adult, and this is only going to last for one night (or weekend) before responsibility calls on Monday morning. Youâre never going to see him again, after all. Whatâs the worst that could happen?
Word Count: 3804
Warnings: Full disclosure; There is very likely going to be innaccuracies in regards to vet and government procedures, but this is fanfiction and I do it for free so I donât care :D Other than that, there are no real warnings, just an ending that will probably make you all groan. There is always cursing in my fics.
A/N: Thank you so much for the love on this story! I really hope you like how this continues to go ;)Â
Thank you to the incredible humans @nacho-buckyâââââ Â @kentuckybarnesâââââ and @magellan-88âââââ for reading this through for me and assuring me it isnât garbage.
Any and all comments and/or reblogs are always held dearly to my heart and will all be responded to :D
I am not doing tag lists, please follow my notification blog @suzs-fic-libraryââ and turn on notifications if you would like to keep up <3
Divider by the lovely @whimsicalrogersââ Thank you, Joan!
The entire room smelled of sickeningly sweet cakes and pastries dyed pastel colours, stacked upon each other like mountains on fine China. The cups of overflowing dark tea and the puffs of smoke coming from the stacks of self burning logs thrown haphazardly in the corner was just the tip of the iceberg, a small drop of chaos in the otherwise deep and cavernous pit.
And in the middle of it all, was the stupid little bastard with the wide smirk on his furry little face. The striped cat with the thick bushy tail waving back and forth, mocking you with every wave.
âAlice.â He purred, the Cheshire Cat that was truly and really Loki in disguise, enjoying this game that you were growing so tired of. âWhy do you look so downtrodden?â
Even the sound of his voice was grating to your ears, and the knowledge that you would have to cut the head off of the cat to end this all, would bring you great satisfaction.
It wasn't as if he deserve it. He had taken every one of the heroes earth was depending on and used them as his own personal puppets just because he could.
He played with their minds and turned them into the characters they were supposed to be. He turned them all into the characters in the story book without batting a single eye, without lifting a finger.
Bucky was the Mad Hatter. He the master craftsman hat maker with a desire for you that burned strong, that bordered on complete and animalistic carnality. He was lewd in his actions, lewd in his words as he made you quiver with a wide grin on his face.
Steve was the White Rabbit. He was a superhero who was calculating and brilliant, the first Avenger who completed his missions with a 97% success rate, within the deadline. It was only natural that Loki made Steve the character in the story with the stick up their ass.
Wanda was the white queen. She was the kind and gentle queen who felt too deeply for her friends and her loved ones. She was soft and kind and gentle, but the fire in her could easily consume anyone without reason.
Natasha became the red queen, a rather fitting pair for the Russian assassin. Her temper could get the better of her in certain situations, but the ruthlessness she had for her enemies was the true match. While Natasha hadn't threatened to cut off anyone's heads in Wonderland, she hated the Cheshire Cat almost more than you did.
All of them, every one of them, had been affected by Loki. They had their memories taken away, forced into a role Loki wanted them to play for his own amusement. All of them had their powers removed, the personaâs of the characters from Alice in Wonderland forced upon them.
âIs that what you think this look is?â You sneered, held the poisoned dagger behind your back. âYou think I look downtrodden?â
The Cheshire Cat moved, disappeared in a puff of smoke only to reappear wrapped around your neck. âOh my dear AliceâŠâ
He was a bastard and you had to end this now.
âThe game isn't over until I say it is.â He hissed, his tail tightening around your throat, the moment about to pass by.
Summary: When Dean tells you not to do something, the last thing you should do⊠is do it.
Characters: Dom!Dean x Sub!Reader.
Words: 480.
Warnings: slight dom/sub tones, flogging, mentions of deep-throating.
A/N: Heheh, another âLisa sees a GIF and turns it dirtyâ drabble. This is really becoming a thing for me now. Not betaâed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden.
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Dean circles you like a vulture honing in on its prey. Flogger in hand, he strikes his palm softly a handful of times knowing that the sound of leather against skin makes you jolt where you lay. Black leather cold and stiff against your even harder nipples.
Arms tied to the bench beneath you and legs forced apart by the spreader bar cuffed around your ankles; youâre completely on display. Like a naughty little trophy he gets to bring home and dominate every night. Youâre already soaking, wet oozing from your cunt as Dean brushes the fringes of it over the backs of your thighs. A low, deep whine splutters from your throat, pussy literally throbbing for skin on skin contact.
He hasnât touched you all night. And he wonât until heâs ready.
@nacho-bucky does it again! đ Cait, I binged this series like it was an actual box of cupcakes and enjoyed every damn sweet word.
The Cupcake Guy (complete)
Summary: Baking has become Buckyâs creative outlet, and the root of his recovery. Heâd love to launch it into a full-time job, but he needs a good partner â business, andâŠyou knowâŠkissy-kissy. Bucky x Reader. Modern AU.Â
Warning(s): Baking mishaps, bed-sharing, I probably went way too in-depth describing the cupcakes, honestly.Â
A/n: This series will include five prompts from my Star-Spangled Bingo 2020 card.Â
Prompt (from outside of tumblr): Youâre running from your problemsâŠstraight into your exâs arms.
Word count: 1,574
Warnings: NSFW. AU Bucky/implied Vampire!Bucky if you squint.Â
It was hot as hell in the club. You were dressed to seduce, out on a night thatâs dreary outside but is alive and thriving in your favorite club. Singles night because youâve freed yourself from your latest indulgence with someone who would never last. Sky high strappy heels, little sliver dress with an open back thatâs criss crossed with bejeweled straps. Delicate diamond jewelry and silver glitter sparkled on your bare skin turning you into a starry constellation turned human under the neon lights. Youâd been on the dance floor since you rolled in the door. You need the feeling of other people against your curves without connection, you are still raw on the inside from too many pretty boys with ugly hearts and sly smiles.Â
Summary: You and Bucky reunite after far too long, and you both owe each other explanations.
Warnings: Fluff, Language, A little bit of angst, More fluff
Word Count: 1.7K
A/n: Iâm getting yet another piercing soon! Also, this is a lil fluffy fic to hold you over while I continue the shitshow that is Bad Dream! Hope you like it
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âItâs not like you to ruin my missions, Red.â
Your lips curve upwards into a smile as you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck. You turn around to face the man, eyes drinking in his features hungrily.
âIâm just here to make sure the job gets done,â you say simply, fingers twitching towards him, body aching just to touch him again, feel the warmth of his strong body beneath your fingertips.
âOh really?â He asks, large hands snaking around your waist and pulling you forwards. You reach your hands out instinctively, bracing yourself against his chest as your eyelids flutter closed, inhaling the comforting scent of him. The scent that youâve missed so very dearly.
âMhm. Canât exactly blame me, can you?â Your voice is a sultry whisper but you honestly canât help it. Thatâs the effect he has on you and he knows it. He knows exactly how to rile you up, get you going. So, even though your heart screams at you, you push away from him a tad, taking a breath of fresh air to clean your head?
âSo, hows life with the heroes been since you went rogue?â Youâre getting down to business and he knows that. He knew you were here for something, and now youâre slowly making it known.
âI didnât go rogue,â he scoffs, âI chose the better side, the winning side. The side that helps people and doesnât hurt me for loving the woman I love.â
"I can see dead people." You spoke in a monotone way; plainly and blandly. "I can't believe this."
He was sitting next to you, wearing that olive green unifom with the hat tilted and almost crooked on his head. Beneath the tilted hat, matching the olive green uniform, was a head of dark brown hair with strands of lighter brown throughout. His blue eyes were on you, focused on you as you went through the motions.
"You can only see me, doll. I'm the only dead person you can see." His voice was deep and husky, and if it were anytime than this, you may have been comforted by it.
"That makes me feel so much better." Your voice dripped with sarcasm. "Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"I'm only trying to help." He sat beside you as you flopped onto your bed, his hand reaching for yours.
"Well you're not. I feel crazy." You closed your eyes and hummed when he touched you, his hand rather cold against your skin but other than that, it felt like he was actually here.
"You haven't been to see Steve yet." Bucky reached for a chunk of your hair, running his thumb and forefinger over your strands. "I haven't felt a woman's hair in 78 years. Its so soft."
You angled your head, glanced at the phantom following you, stuck with you, and you felt sorry for him. You felt sorry for Bucky, felt sorry for all the years that had went by without being able to find peace, even a sliver of peace.
"I promised I would help you, Bucky." You drew his attention to you, his blue eyes that still looked brilliant despite the fact that the luster had faded.
"I know you promised." He stood, the bed never shifting, no indentation in the memory foam topper. "I've waited 78 years already, please don't make me wait 78 more."
Series warnings: Drug use. Violence. Smut so 18+ please and thank â No smut this chapter. Sorry to disappoint
A/N:  I actually made it on time. Iâm as surprised as you are. Just as a warning, Steve is a cocky little shit in this series and⊠letâs just say he loves women. Okay, thatâs all I got.Â
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It was hot.Â
Grossly hot. Humid and sticky. The thin shirt you fell asleep in was stuck to your skin despite only sleeping with a sheet covering your lower half.
Summary:Â The year is 1774 and Sargent James Buchanan Barnes of the British army has been sent to Boston, Massachusetts in the thirteen colonies. The Quartering Act has just been put in place and he along with two other soldiers will be staying in the house of a colonist. He expected resistance but he never thought that he would find the eldest daughter of the household to be so intriguing.
Warnings (for this chapter):Â implied/attempted sexual assault + (minor-ish) violence/fighting + blood/injury /-/Â If anyone is uncomfortable with these topics and chooses not read, thatâs fine. Please prioritize your own mental health. If you would like to know what happens in the chapter, feel free to message me and Iâll give a rundown without diving too much into the topics in the warnings <3
  A week has passed since Barnes had arrived in the colonies. The host family was friendly to an extent; it was obvious that they held patriotic views and werenât all too happy to share their household and resources with British soldiers. However, they were kind-hearted folks that tried their best to avoid being overtly rude. They understood that the redcoats stationed in the colonial homes were simply meant to observe and patrol. Though, that information didnât stop many colonists from having their suspicions.Â
  On the days that Bucky wasnât on patrol, he spent most of his time in the house. It was generally peaceful and quiet, given that you and Charlotte were the ones who stayed doing chores and kept the household running. Though, about an hour a day after lunch, you two retreated to your room where you would give Charlotte a lesson of some sort, most of it revolved around book learning. It warmed Buckyâs heart to know that you wanted to educate your sister when the option wasnât available to her in any other way. It reminded him of his own sister and how he would read to her when she was younger.Â
  One early Sunday morning, Buck awoke with the feeling of wanting to explore the colonial city. Yet, not as a redcoat on patrol, no. He wanted to explore with freedom, without being under the scrutiny of the colonists around him. He began to get dressed in plain clothes and was out the door before anyone else in the household awoke.Â
Ummm yes please this was perfection. Iâve been having a really hard day and then you gift us with this - thank you Val!!!! đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„
Bucky Barnes ABO One Shot
Bucky x Female OC
Descriptions:  Dawnâs heat surprises her, and she only wants one Alpha to help her with it. She knows that heâs not into her, so she sneaks into his room to âborrowâ something that smells like him, only to find out just how wrong she is about his feelings for her.Â
Types: Heat, biting, talk of breeding, ABO dynamics, mutual pining, Dominant Alpha Bucky, complete with growling and stuffâŠÂ
Warnings: other than the kinks, I canât think of any.
Words: 4711
A/n- So, this is actually the first Bucky Barnes smut I ever started writing (way back on June 20, 2018), but it wasnât finished as I had to do some character research, and then it just kinda got pushed to the back of the pile. Bringing it to you now! Also, you may notice that the OC shares her name with an OC from a different story. No, they arenât the same universe, I just liked the name and wasnât sure if this story would ever see the light of day lol.
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Dawn fanned her face, feeling heat building around her. She pulled out her phone to check the temperature and accidentally hit, but still checked, the calendar app while she was at it.Â
âOh shit,â she muttered to herself.Â
She was due to start her heat sometime between tomorrow and the day after.Â
Sheâd been so busy with taking care of all of her duties around the tower, which she had moved into not too long ago, that she must not have noticed the date. She wasnât special the way the rest of her new homeâs residents were; she was only there to take care of secretary type things to keep them free for more important missions and work.Â
The temperature wasnât too high outside today, so she rationalized that her heat must be close.Â
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