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I'm dead. Okay. Dominant Steve? Dirty talking Steve? I. Am. HERE FOR IT.
Hello! Can you write an age gap fic with Steve? Doesn't have to be age gap necessarily but like he's almost a 100 so he's older than everyone technically! So like him getting jelly and then showing you he maybe old but he can still fuck🥵🥵
oh, i'm nervous bc your steve fics are my fave 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 thanks for the request!
pairing: steve rogers x reader
warnings: smut - fingering, a hint of overstimulation, and a goofy lead in to the smut, but i couldn't come up with anything better 💀
word count: ~1200
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“He’s so hot,” you sigh quietly, interrupting the silence the two of you have fallen into during your weekly movie night.
Steve furrows his brow, turning his head to look at you, but you're concentrated on the tv. “Who?”
“Zac Efron,” you answer, sounding offended he even has to ask. “Look at him,” you gesture toward the screen. “What a man.”
Looking back toward the tv, he shrugs. “He's all right, I guess.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you can tell by the way he sits up straighter and clenches his jaw slightly, there's a hint of jealousy there.
Deciding to push it a bit, you go on. “I swear I've been in love with him since I was 16.”
He just hums in response, and you repress your laughter, but decide to drop it.
He stays quiet the rest of the evening, not even making his usual passes at you when you get ready for bed together. Usually watching you trade your clothes for nothing but one of his t-shirts does it for him, but you roll your eyes as he silently climbs in bed without you.
Cuddling up behind him, your chest pressed against his back, you put your arm around him, and start to trail a few kisses across his shoulder and the back of his neck. “Stevie,” you mumble.
“Not tonight,” he says flatly, before muttering something else under his breath. “Go find that Zac kid.”
“I wish,” you scoff, rolling away from him.
“That’s it,” he mutters again, finally rolling over so he's on top of you, pinning you to the bed.
“Oof, Steve.”
“I changed my mind,” he growls, his eyes darkening. “Maybe you need a reminder of who makes you feel good.”
The sheer sternness in his voice has your thighs involuntarily pressing together. “Please,” you whisper, putting your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss.
He wastes no time letting his hands wander beneath your t-shirt, immediately resting on your breasts, his palms brushing against your nipples as he kneads the soft flesh.
“Gonna make you forget about anyone else,” he says between the kisses he's now pressing against your jaw and your neck.
All you can do is whimper and he lets up for a moment to pull your shirt off you. With it gone, he moves on to your chest, playfully nipping at your skin, soothing each spot with his tongue, until his mouth finds one of your nipples.
At the same time, he slides his hand down between your legs, letting his fingers lightly circle your clit over the fabric of your panties.
Feeling you shiver from the pleasure, he chuckles, removing his mouth from you, but keeping his fingers against your core. “We’ve barely even started, and you're already shaking.”
“More, Steve,” you beg, fully submitting to the desperation you feel.
Jerking your hips against his fingers, he pulls them away. “Ah, ah,” he tuts. “Here,” he says, bringing his fingers to your mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me if you want them so bad.”
Your breath hitches at his demand, but you know better than to resist. Parting your lips, you let him put two fingers in your mouth. Meanwhile, he’s pulling your panties off of you, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat between your legs.
“Good girl,” he coos, feeling your tongue swirl around his fingers. “That’s it.”
Pulling them away, his hand finds its way back between your thighs. “Eyes up here, pretty girl,” he commands, wanting you to make eye contact as his fingers dip between your folds.
“Mmm,” you moan, your eyes falling shut, causing him to pull his fingers away, and your eyes snap back open.
“What did I say?” he taunts.
“I’m sorry, please, Steve,” you plead frantically, looking into his eyes.
“That's better,” he smirks, pressing his fingers against your clit.
Your eyes roll back, but you make sure to keep them open. He moves his fingers in slow circles, before picking up the pace. As your breathing becomes more shallow, he slows down again, moving his fingers to tease at your entrance.
“Steve, yes, there,” you whimper.
“How many do you think you can take, baby? Hm?” he asks, thrusting one finger in you for now.
“More,” you nod.
“You got it, doll,” he smirks, surprising you by adding two more instead of easing you into it.
“Shit,” you breathe, closing your eyes momentarily, but catching yourself. “S-so good, Steve.”
“Like my fingers in this tight pussy?” His words come out through gritted teeth. “I know you do, can feel you clenching, princess.”
“Mhm,” you nod. “Fuck,” you groan, feeling his palm bump against your clit with each thrust of his fingers. I’m-”
“Gonna cum already?”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum,” you cry, and he quickens the thrusts.
“Cum on my fingers,” he urges. “Come on, this is what you wanted, baby, let me feel you. Keep those eyes open.”
His encouragement sends you over the edge, your thighs trembling, legs attempting to close, but being held open by his free hand.
“Oh my God,” you choke out as he works you through your high. His fingers move slower, but he doesn't pull his hand away.
“There you go, so pretty when you cum for me,” he coos. leaning down to capture your lips in a languid kiss. “So pretty that I want you to do it again,” he adds as he pulls away, and your eyes widen.
“But Steve-”
“What?” His voice is teasing as his thumb finds your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles.
You can't help it now, your eyes fall shut for good this time.
“That's what I thought,” he quips, starting to thrust his fingers again. “I wanna be inside you so bad, pretty girl, but I need to see you cum again.”
All you can do is nod, and it doesn't take long for him to have you on the brink of another orgasm.
"I can feel you're close, doll, let it happen," he coaxes. "Come on."
“I'm cumming,” you find the energy to announce. “Steve,” you whine, as the intense pleasure courses through your body for the second time.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as your back arches off the bed, your hands grasping at the sheets.
When he doesn't let up though, you bring your hands up to grab his forearm. “Too much, Steve,” you whimper.
Finally stopping his movements, he sits back, using his free hand to soothingly rub your side to help you calm down as you work on steadying your breathing. When he pulls his fingers out, you whimper at the loss, but let out a deep breath.
“Jesus, Steve,” you sigh, draping your arm over your forehead. “If I knew that's what I get for talking about my celebrity crushes, and apparently making you jealous, I'd do it a lot more often,” you joke, earning a laugh from him.
“Smartass,” he teases, moving back on top of you. “I am so not done with you.”
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Person: Why on earth do you fall in love with fictional characters rather that real boys?
Jem Carstairs: I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
Augustus Waters: I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
Maxon Schreave: I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingerprints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.
Will Herondale: Marry me. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
Dimitri Belikov: I love you, Roza. I'll always be here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Ian O'Shea: I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
Percy Jackson: The world was collapsing, and the only thing that mattered to me was that she was alive.
Patch Capriano: I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
Ethan Wate: I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
Tobias Eaton: I might be in love with you, but I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you.
Jace Herondale: I love you, and I will love you until I die and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
Peeta Mellark: My nightmares are usually about losing you.
Real boys: ...
Real boys: ...
Real boys: ...
Real boys: ... nice butt
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I got 7/12 and I feel really embarrassed about it
It’s honestly really embarrassing how Americans are super bad at geography like today my 16-year-old cousin thought England was connected to Canada ???
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I love everything 😭❤
Deepest Desires Masterlist and Posting Schedule
A series of sexual escapades where Bucky shows you what it’s like to give in to your deepest desires.
Warnings for Series: Language, sexual content, dom/sub relationship, angst, fluff, smut, spanking, use of sex toys, bondage, BDSM, canon divergent, alternate canon, warnings may change as series progresses.
This is a re-imagining of a previously posted series. It is a representation of a healthy, not-abusive, BDSM relationship.
Want a tag? Send me an ask or a message. This series is going to move fast, new chapters will be posted every other day. For that reason, tag requests may be delayed once posting starts.
The posting schedule is subject to change.
**header by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
POSTING SCHEDULE BELOW THE CUT:
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Y'all we need more cop Bucky in our lives and I won't accept anyone saying otherwise
107th | b.b
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 8195
warnings: fluff, like tooth rotting fluff for the first 7k, smut, nsfw [18+ only], fingering, oral [f receiving],
prompt: kat told me to write it | cop!au / neighbour!au
summary: in which her hot cop neighbour asks for multiple favours and she can’t seem to say no to him
author’s note: my friend kat saw a hot cop in her building and told me to write her a gratuitous self-insert so i did. this is it
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The high rise buildings tended to obscure the sun even on the best of days, so when the weather took a turn it always seemed more cold and dreary than usual. Umbrellas lined the streets as patrons attempted to reduce their carbon footprint, despite the heavy downpour. Jostling between everyone else who had the same idea to walk amongst the rain.
Every day the NYPD dealt with a variety of calls. The standard beat cops handled a huge majority of the calls. Checking in on reported robberies, potential DV cases, and anything in between. The more senior officers and higher ranking officials were called in for serious crashes or homicides. It was never a dull day in the NYPD, but every officer cherished going home after a shift. Some days they didn’t make it home. And some days racist cops were shone a light on in the media, and the wrath of the public was felt as less crimes were reported.
The trust was lost between civilian and law enforcer when the law had been abused to racially target a suspect, or even a passerby whose skin colour differed from their own. To those cops, everyone was guilty until proven innocent, but even innocence couldn’t save them in a racist world.
Sergeant Barnes ran his own unit within the NYPD. They were tasked with responding to all kinds of vehicle crashes within their precinct. Some days it was a simple ‘fell asleep at the wheel’ situation which was closed within the day and all paperwork filed before they clocked out. Other days they responded to burning cars, or drive-by’s. They knew how to handle every situation and search for the things other officers might glance over.
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I just can't 😭😂
Toss a coin to your Witcher...
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This post always makes me cry at the ignorance of people who think sharks are inherently bad and out to attack people.
Lush was selling these today!🦈
Text SHARKATTACK to 40649 and sign the pledge!🦈
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PLEASE MAKE PART 2 😭
will you love me tomorrow?
summary: You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.
warnings: sexy times (18+) - choking with his metal hand, swearing, some angst - insecure reader, miscommunications, and use of safe word, fluff, bad pick up lines
word count: 3552
a/n: I had planned to make this two parts but I’m unsure now, so let me know if you would be interested! This is my second attempt at writing smut so feedback is appreciated! Title inspired by this.
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“I’m gonna head out.”
The deep rumble of his voice echoes in the silence of your bedroom as you roll onto your side, bedsheets pooling at your naked hips.
“So soon, baby?” You tease - stretching languidly across the empty bed, smeared red lips curving up into a smirk.
His pupils darken a fraction before he’s clearing his throat and shrugging his navy tee over his head.
“Yeah, ‘m suppose to have met Steve for a workout 15 minutes ago.”
You cock your head to the side before sitting up, baring yourself to him completely as an innocent smile spreads across your lips, “I don’t know about you, Buck, but that seemed like a pretty serious workout.”
He averts his eyes and you want to laugh at the irony. He didn’t have a problem stripping and fucking you 20 minutes ago - apparently, your gym shorts had made your ass look delectable. But now, he’s dressed and you’re not and the gentleman - or shame - in him, refuses to look at you.
So you concede, slide out of bed (he offers a quick glance before blushing) and walk past him into your bathroom, calling behind you, “Shut the door on your way out!”
You wait to hear the distant click from the doorway before you sink to the floor.
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The Seven Steps to Sleep
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: There are seven steps you need to complete before Bucky can sleep soundly with you.
Warnings: implied PTSD
Word Count: 1857
A/N: This was requested as a headcanon regarding Bucky and reader’s nightly routine by @hufflebucky eons ago and I never forgot about it. So, CJ, this one is for you! Also, I know I haven’t written anything in a hot minute and I’m so sorry for that. But the series is almost done and I promise you the wait will be worth it! Thank you for your patience and undying support!!
One: let him know it is time for bed. He will need some coaxing and time to accept the impending sleep. He appreciates the heads up.
It is bedtime once more in your small apartment. Bedtime takes place around 10:00 PM and it is a time of both dread and exhilaration.
Bedtime was always erratic with Bucky. There were some nights where he could go to bed without a problem, but there were other nights where his demons wouldn’t let him sleep.
You always gave him an hour’s notice that bedtime was coming up. No matter how many times he said with a teasing smile at 9:00 that he was a big boy and didn’t need a bedtime or reminder, you knew he appreciated your warning.
The squeeze to your hand was evidence of that.
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you taking prompts still? because I got one from the angst pile: "maybe in another world.”
(hi, I went all out with the angst on this one. I hope you like it!)
Bucky dresses in silence. Buttoning his jeans, lacing his bootstraps, pulling his shirt over his head and quietly slipping into his jacket. But even in the darkness, he can feel it. Can feel her eyes following his movements, even if she doesn’t say a thing.
He moves silently, like he can pretend she’s asleep. She’s not but he can pretend. The room is dark and he takes strength from it, takes comfort in it’s forgiving shroud, this lack of light. He half wonders if she will say anything, but she never does. She only watches him leave, steal away in the middle of the night like a thief. She doesn’t say anything.
He half-wishes she would.
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Hi, Sean? Call me. I think you might be the best boss.
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I was just thinking I need to buy new pants...
Advice for girls: buy skinny jeans in the boy’s section
They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.
don’t believe me? look:
these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own
See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??
Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-
what? what’s this?
Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.
Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.
Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.
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You’ll Go Away
Summary: The reader finally has Bucky. But will her anxious mind ruin her newfound relationship?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,295
A/N: Loosely based off of ‘Cornelia Street’ by TS.
Warnings: There’s mentions of anxiety and anxiety disorders so a trigger warning is in place! Some angst. Fluff.
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It shouldn’t be possible, feeling two completely contradictory emotions. Feeling love and fear at the same time.
You watched Bucky laugh at something Sam had said, a snort that made him dissolve into a coughing fit when his drink stuck in his nose. Steve patted him on the back as he sputtered, still grinning at whatever joke had made him lose it. You didn’t know what they were talking about. You stood on the other side of the room, your own drink gradually becoming warmer, neglected in your hand as you watched him.
His eye caught yours across the room and he winked at you. You felt a grin stretch your lips, making a silly face that only made him laugh more.
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imagine being someones dream girl . i almost blacked out thinking abt it
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