What A Neat New Way To Hurt Me Poor Baby, I Cannot Begin To Comprehend How He Must Have Felt But I Feel

What a neat new way to hurt me 😩 poor baby, I cannot begin to comprehend how he must have felt but I feel you captured it quite beautifully. Also this “You can feel him vibrating, the god inside him thrumming bright under his skin” is fucking poetry. 

Request!!- can ou do a smut (Thor x reader) about Thor getting extremely mad that he didn’t go for the he’s and he takes out all his anger on the reader. Due to how hard it was the reader doesn’t speak to thor and confides in Natasha. Leading to Thor being absolutely devastated and ashamed in himself and apologies

okay this is a post-snap, angry thor. it kind of goes with your request but, also kind of got away from me and went in a diff direction…

“Late to the party, little dove,” Thor says – voice dry and brittle as animal bones. The echo of a laugh on the tip of his tongue.

He’s sitting in the corner of his old room at the Compound – legs stretched out in front of him, armor from the battle still holding his torso in place. His left side is burned wickedly. Blood all over his gorgeous face. His arm torn out from his socket and making his back look misshapen.

The physical world isn’t destroyed. Far from it. The grass outside is still green, the trees are shuddering with wind. You wouldn’t know. Couldn’t know.

Unless, you listened closely and heard all of the screams from mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

Lovers. Lots of dead lovers.

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This was so sexy and so much fun, also kudos on the twist! 

A Very Important Phone Call

Summary: Your boss, CEO James Barnes, makes you work on a Saturday, so you decide to make the most of the opportunity…

Words: 2166

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (M Receiving), brief fingering, sex without protection (use a condom, losers).

A/N: IDK. This came to me this morning. What business is Bucky in? Who cares? What is he going on about on the phone? Fucked if I know. We’re here for the SMUT!

18 + ONLY please and Fucking thank you!

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This is the cutest dumbest thing I have ever seen and I never want to stop looking at it. I don’t have any hobbies but always time for you. I haven’t eaten since 2016 😂😂😂

as you wish, ma’am - (ppt)

prompt: SOCIAL MEDIA AU || Bucky Barnes fucks up and sends you the wrong presentation file.

warnings: dumbassery, swearing

note: this is now an entry to my pumpkin’s #mypassionsarenysins1k  challenge [OPPOSITES ATTRACT AU]. my lovely @mypassionsarenysins​ i am so proud of you i love you

as you wish, ma’am - masterlist ||  ko-fi

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Bucky being a whiny baby because he is an insatiable little shit? Sign. Me. Up.

you call me baby;

↬ summary: there’s a whiny assassin in your bed

↬ pairing: bucky barnes x reader

↬ genre: fluff, suggestive

↬ word count: 993

↬ warnings: light suggestion OwO

↬ note: just a tiny lil drabble until i can pump out something larger!! soft begging bucky ugh im  love him

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I love this concept! And I don’t know if this is where you want to take it, but so far I keep my hope up for an enemy to lover trope 🤞 And look at everyone who makes a cameo, we don’t see enough Pietro! I love the “he is not my boyfriend - oh I have to tell Sam”-part 😋

After School Club : One

After School Club Masterlist

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader (College!AU)

Summary: A new academic year but a story that’s nothing new. He’s studious and she likes to party. He hates her and she despises him. He’s a virgin and she’s his first.

Warnings: angst, language, smut (loss of virginity, oral sex, vaginal sex)

A/N: Hello, loves. This is based on a request by @buckysthighs134. I think I took what was a lovely fluffy idea and well, turned it into this. Oops? And as if that wasn’t enough, I’m feeling inspired to turn it into a series. Thank you to the absolute angel who is @buckmesideways22, for both the beta and the encouragement. I love you, KC!

If you are under 18 you should not be reading this.

A Monday as dull as any. Rain pounds the grey pavement, sunshine failing in attempts to break through the stormy grey clouds. A timely ripple of lightning flashing through the windows. A streak of light that falls over the untouched notepad. Fresh and free of creases. It’s almost poetic, the way Bucky slides it open, inhaling in the scent of a new academic year.

Chatter slowly rises. Bucky the first of many students as the lecture hall slowly fills. A front row seat, it affords him an uninterrupted view of both the whiteboard and the door. Somewhat unlucky, as he avoids the gaze of Vivian. His ex-girlfriend, the very one who dumped him only a week ago and left his summer holidays with a sour taste. A lie that he saw through all too easily. She’s not grown apart from him. No, she’s no longer attracted to him. A softening middle and a few extra pounds that he gained working a summer job in his local diner. The sideways glances, he’d noticed those. The way she would falsely giggle and push him off when kisses became too heated, he’d noticed those too. The girl that Bucky thought he loved, the girl he thought he would have his first time with, the girl that broke his heart.

Thankfully, it’s Steve Rogers through the door next. His best friend from childhood, he claps Bucky on the shoulder and takes the seat beside him. Natasha Romanoff follows him closely, her best friend Clint Barton completing their little quartet.

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Honestly, what is it about Carter? Marvelous piece, very on point in my humble opinion, and very sexy. 

Pour se faire plaisir

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Summary: in which Carter has a penchant for macarons and champagne.

Warnings: alcohol, language, smut (champagne play, dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal fingering)

A/N: Hello, loves. I have been desperately finding a good reason to writer my first Carter fic, so thank you to @omnomsauruswrites for requesting this. Perhaps one day I’ll pinpoint exactly why I like Carter so much, but for now, I hope you enjoy this piece which is extremely on brand for me.

“All I wanted was some macarons from Ladurée.”

“Ladurée… so primitive.”

A low, velvety voice that sends a shiver down your spine. As if he’s musing on some great philosophical debate. Not fine French desserts. The dark, magnetic appeal of his cologne wafts over you as he leans over the back of the couch, pressing his lips just under your ear. Your lashes flutter briefly, lip caught between your teeth. A chuckle against your skin. You’ve stepped into a dream.

Paris sits just beyond the window. The terrace doors flung open to reveal the city stretching out before you. The Eiffel Tower set across an inky blue sky. A vibrant golden structure, sparkling with silver every hour on the dot. A masterpiece. A painting of watercolours. You’re free to admire it from the comfort of your hotel suite. Swathed in colours of white and duck egg blue. Plush ivory couches and white freesias on glass tables.

Warnings from friends to not let yourself be caught in the whirlwind that is Carter Baizen. His reputation precedes him. The wolf of the Upper East Side. But he’s swept you up in a flurry of charm and sexy smirks. You asked for macarons and his response? A flight out to Paris.

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