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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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series

on my tongue - dad’sbestfriend!bucky.

oneshots/drabbles

leather & sharp things - knifeplay smut

black lace for beginners - bucky hasn’t made it to second base yet, but the presence of a pretty girl in his life has him understanding the appeal of wearing someone’s thighs like a pair of earmuffs

let me show you - bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity

famished sharp things - bucky barnes is a very broken man, one with a tendency to show up at your doorstep with blood on his face and longing between his legs

dog tags & storage units - two things in this world belong to bucky. his tags, and you.

ready to comply, to you - the winter soldier gets triggered to come out and play, but instead of taking orders from the one who sets it off, bucky stays obedient to the reader.

i really can’t stand you - bucky is a prick. he also had a prick. some good old fashioned hate sex was bound to have happened, sooner or later.

i really can’t stand you part two

winter soldier hotline - phone sex with the guy who really doesn’t know how to work a phone

squat here often? - personal trainer bucky

teacher of mine - professor barnes looked that good, and you were expected to NOT jump his bones?

good girl - pet names go both ways

dear old brooks - domestic bucky washing reader’s hair in the bath

unsavory situations - bucky comes home to find reader in the middle of a panic attack

just hitched - bridesmaid reader x groomsman bucky

just hitched part two

dean winchester (of supernatural)

firecracker motel - the air is crisp, spirits are sleeping, and dean is a cassette hog.

breaking in the back seat - impala smut

stucky x reader

done dirt cheap - it’s summer in brooklyn, and the boys across the trailer park seem to be the only things refreshing enough to tame your thirst

dirty honey - “purposely bitching out just so stucky ties you down; bucky fingering you with that metal hand until you can’t take it anymore”

winter’s child has a gun - in which blood is thicker than water, but one is easier to drown in.

the fun kind of collar - emt stucky x reader

part one

Home Sweet Home - Spencer Reid X Reader

Description: Reader is extremely horny and is waiting for Spencer to finally get back home to release her pent up sexual frustration while helping Spence relax after a long case.

Spencer Reid X (female) Reader

Category: smut (NSFW)

Rating: Explicit

Contents:  Female masturbation, Oral (female receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex/Creampie

Word Count: 3,860

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I loved my boyfriend with all my heart, therefore I supported him in doing anything and everything he loved and made him happy. Spencer Reid sure loved his job with a burning passion. There was only one tiny drawback about the said job, and that was the traveling. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my boyfriend and understand that as an FBI agent on the Behavioral Analysis Unit traveling was part of the job, but my hormones didn’t.

Spencer had been away for a week, and I could not deal with this any longer. I tried to suppress my pent up sexual frustration in any way I could and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back. I tried painting, listening to music, cleaning the apartment, I even read two of the books Spence left on his nightstand. However, nothing seemed to work. I wasn’t aware my sexual frustration could get any worse until it did.

Still half asleep, my first thought at 9:00 am was Spencer’s hands; how well my breasts fit into his palms, how small I felt as he grabbed me by my waist, how nice his fingers felt in my mouth. Even small mundane daily actions got my core pulsating; I missed being able to see him sit on the couch reading a book and slowly lick the tips of his slender, long fingers as he turned a page, I missed seeing his fingers gracefully jump around his new piano’s keys, I missed seeing his whole morning routine and how he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tied his tie.

There were many perks to living with Spencer, his apartment felt like home since the first day I walked into the living room, but maybe that’s just the feeling I get when I’m with him. I feel at home, safe and protected, an unexplainable peace embracing me, only felt when I’m around him. Living with Spencer had been a great way to spend more time together without having to drive back and forth between apartments. But one of my favorite perks was the fact that I could steal his clothes whenever I wanted to; specifically, his beautiful collection of cardigans.

Realizing I couldn’t go another day being sex-deprived, and given the fact sex wasn’t a possibility at the time, I went for the next big thing. Masturbation. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s dick, but my fingers will have to do for now. So I slowly removed my pajamas, jumped out of bed, and headed straight to my boyfriend’s closet with a very specific cardigan in mind. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of black clothing despite having many neutral colors in his closet, therefore, it wasn’t very hard to spot his all black, Comme des Garçons cardigan. As soon as it was in my hands, I lazily smiled; his earthy scented cologne filling my nostrils as I put it on over my naked body. I take a second to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against my body and continue to take in his scent.

I head back to bed excited to get my much-needed release. However, I take my time, needing to savor it as much as possible. As I lay down, my hands go straight to my breasts, one to each, slowly pinching my nipples in between my fingers. I don’t spend too much time on my breasts as I continue to run my hands down my belly going south.

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Kinktober Masterlist

2017

Day 1: Spanking - Cassian Andor

Day 2: Dirty Talk - Bodhi Rook

Day 3: Public - Poe Dameron

Day 4: Begging - Lance Tucker

Day 5: Cuckolding - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Day 6: Bondage - Chase Collins

2018

Day 1: Face-Sitting - Bucky Barnes

Day 2: Begging - Matt Solo (Solo Triplets AU)

Day 3: Edgeplay - Cable

Day 4: Mirror Sex - Ben Solo

Day 5: Sadism/Masochism - Billy Russo

Day 6: Daddy - Poe Dameron

Day 7: Praise Kink - Dr. Carlton Drake

Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry Sex - Loki

Day 9: Lingerie - Hux

Day 10: Hair-pulling - Bruce Banner

Day 11: Object Insertion - Kylo Ren

Day 12: Licking - Clint Barton

Day 13: Gags - Thor

Day 14: Cunnilingus - Sam Wilson

Day 15: Uniforms - Steve Rogers

Day 16: Frottage - Finn ft. Poe Dameron

Day 17: Masturbation - Bodhi Rook

Day 18: Role Reversal - Scott Lang 

Day 19: Public - Cassian Andor 

Day 20: Dirty Talk - Lance Tucker

Day 21: Food Play - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Day 22: Hand Jobs - Chris Beck

Day 23: Scars - Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Day 24: Shower/Bath - Frank Castle

Day 25: Boot Worship -  Young Lando Calrissian

Day 26: Roleplay - Doctor Strange

Day 27: Against a wall - Chase Collins

Day 28: Stripping/Striptease - Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

Day 29: Double (Or more) Penetration - Stucky 

Day 30: Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose - Tony Stark

Day 31: Any combination of the above! - Bucky Barnes

I have stretch marks.

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

Make it a good one, kids.

Honestly, I think I could wait until Wrestlemania 34 if it means Roman vs Cena as long as when we’re least expecting it we hear out of nowhere.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. SHIELD!

And then you have the camera facing Roman standing there with a smug look on his face, whilst the cameras are scanning the crowd to find Seth and Dean walking through the Mania crowd. The camera follows them and they’re up on the big screen and the crowd is screaming and chanting YES!YES!YES! The announce team look completely confused because they have no idea what is going on, as it wasn’t planned for Seth and Dean to show up. Seth and Dean hop the barrier and refuse to step foot in the ring. The ref is conflicted over what to do and has to start the match for the show to run through its respective time slot. They don’t even have to interfere in the match, all they have to do is stand there, at the outside of the ring whilst Roman fights Cena.

Then at the end of the match, Seth and Dean walk into the ring and stand side by side with Roman. Roman goes and grabs a microphone for each of them and stands in the middle of the ring above Cena and he brings the mic up. “John.. John.. John. Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.. You’ve thought for the past, 15 years that you owned the WWE, that you were the face of the company. That you were the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. Little did you know Cena, you lost that title 5 years ago, when we stepped into the business. The Shield has ran the WWE since day one! Whether we were together or apart, it was still all about us. It was still about The Shield.” Roman then turns to Seth and pats him on the back.

Seth does his signature smirk,“Now, every single one of youse thought that we’d never reform and youse were right. Because The Shield has never left, when you thought we left, that I betrayed my brothers back in 2014 youse were wrong.”

Dean then starts playing around with his microphone and does his signature mox smirk,“Now, we played you.We played everyone in the crowd, everyone at home and every. single. person. backstage. It was all our plan since day one.”

Seth laughs,“Dean and Roman, they knew that I would “betray” them.“ The crowd then goes dead silent in shock at the confession Seth just made.

Dean taps his fingers against his chest and looks at Seth and then Roman,“Y'know, there’s a reason I’m referred to as the lunatic fringe and the unstable one. There’s a reason why Seth is known as the architect and Roman as the big dog, theres no one in this business like us three,like the shield and we’re lethal when we’re together.”

Seth let’s out his loudest heel laugh, “It was all our plan, where’s the authority now? That’s right. They’ve been gone for a god damn year, because I single handedly destroyed them from the inside out.”

Roman brings the mic back up,“Seth got rid of the authority, I got rid of the undertaker and John Cena, two of the WWE’s biggest ass kissers. All whilst Ambrose here has been bringing in the belts, whose your grand slam champion?That’s right Dean. Whose your longest reigning us champ, oh yeah Ambrose.”

Dean smirks and brings the mic up,“The Shield has never left, whether we were on different shows we still had our plans and would be together, that’s the benefit of having a house in the dessert. And it’s all worked out, you guys love us and wanted us back and what can I say? We’re never leaving.”

Seth smirks and faces the runway whilst leaning up against the ropes,“ We don’t care how long you’ve been in this business, you can try and beat us but you won’t manage. We’ve ran this place since 2012 and we’ll run this place for the rest of its time.” Seth walks back to the centre of the ring and puts out his fist for Dean to shortly follow,Roman brings up his mic one last time before shouting into it,“You better believe that and BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD!” He drops the mic and fistbumps with Ambrose and Rollins all whilst the crowd is going insane over what has just happened.

This. Is. EVERYTHING.

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EDIT: Stop saying that I stole the video, I never said that this video was mine or that I had done it, and friendly reminder that the name Voordeel is on the end of the video so shut the fuck up dumbass

Underground Kings

Part 4 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut

Author’s note: we’re back with some fluffy flash back y/n and john :’) i’m thinking of including gifs of young keanu for the flashback scenes just to set the vibe and then a more current john wick gif for the present tense stuff just so you can visualize how much time had passed by between these two. Thanks for all the notes, i appreciate every single one of them, especially feedback! -samantha 🖤

Translations: 1. “Pochemu, mama?” ↠ Why, mother? 2. “Moya dorogaya” ↠ my darling 3. “zvyozdochka” ↠ little star

Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck. It was still dark outside. A single candle burned throughout the entirety of your night. The clock on your wall read 2’o clock in the morning. You both still had plenty of time to sleep. The director was not requiring early sessions like usual. You sighed in relief, snuggling back into the body behind you. The warmth of his bare skin insulated through you. You loved these moments with him. Silence. Skin on skin contact. Nothing on your minds besides each other. Your bed was almost like a safe haven to the world of guns and hitmen just outside your room.

“Why’re you awake?” He slurred sleepily.

You shrugged.

“Muscle memory, I guess.” You rasped. “Why are you awake?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your shoulder and leaving his head there.

“Felt you wake up.” He mumbled.

Jardani looked at the clock and pouted.

“I thought I tired you out enough to at least sleep completely through the night,” He chuckled lazily.

You blushed furiously, quickly tossing yourself around to face him. A mischievous, sleepy grin was etched on his handsome face. His warm eyes still hazy and barely opened. His hair tousled.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be getting any sleep period. You’re the one that snuck in here, dumb ass.” You retorted.

“Hey,” He whined. “we got some sleep,”

“Because no one decided to constantly check the hallway like we’re in some juvenile prison or some shit. How do you not get caught sneaking out of you room all the time?” You mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

“And we were quiet,” He purred, ignoring your question completely. His hands roamed up and down your back. They got lower each time they descended until you felt him grope a handful of your ass.

“Oh my god!” You quietly whined in embarrassment, pulling up the comforter and wrapping it around you head.

He stifled a loud laugh, biting down on his fist as he stared at your adoringly.

“My little babushka,” He cooed, sprinkling your face with kisses. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love the little noises you make.”

You returned the gesture, meshing your mouth with his passionately.

“I want it to be like this forever,” You whispered.

“Me too, baby. Me too,” He moaned, rolling on top of you. You felt his member stiffen against your core.

“Now c’mere, beautiful. We have a couple more hours.”

John took in your appearance and frowned.

“That’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left.” He noted.

You shook your head dismissively.

“Just had a run in.” You stated calmly.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on the couch.

“Tell me.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of you to unbuckle the ankle strap on your heels before removing them. You watched him in slight awe, you jaw slack. Having him back was still a shock to your system. That, and because no one had taken care of you for years. Not since him. After John, you sought out no nurturing or affection from anyone besides yourself.

“An old client got handsy. Viktor Ivar.” You stated.

“Eleazar’s son.” He recalled, placing your shoes side by side next to your coffee table.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I took care of it though.” You assured.

“By...?”

You smiled at him sheepishly.

“I, uh, I shot his dick. Twice. And his hand.”

John rose an eyebrow up at you, an amused expression on his face. He patted your thighs with his hands in praise.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, standing up to gather his coat and blazer.

“As much as I love staying here with you, it’s not safe for you.” He said solemnly.

“Where are you going to go?” You inquired.

“The Bowery King was housing me.” He stated. “If you’re in, he’d like to meet with you.”

“I’ve been in.” You spoke.

The smallest smile appeared on his face. He snapped his fingers at his dog.

“Lets go then.”

You discreetly sought out one of the Bowery King’s men. He provided you safe passage to the underground kingdom until finally, you were face to face with the man himself. He looked like he had gone through hell and back. Bandages that had soaked with blood covered him.

“Athena. It’s always an honor seeing you.” He greeted formally.

“Same to you, my friend. You look horrible.” You joked.

He rolled his eyes and gestured between you amd John.

“How is it that you two know each other?” He asked pointedly.

You and John shared an awkward glance. You have never spoken of your relationship with anyone but each other.

“We were...trained together.” John stated slowly.

The Bowery King shot the both of you a knowing look.

“Whatever you say,” He chuckled. “And the dog? How did you get him back? I was under the impression that Winston had him.”

“He did.”

“I got him back.”

You then began to retell your hunch to the Bowery King and informed him and John of your interection with Winston. John stiffened when you relayed Winston’s message to him.

“I don’t trust him quite yet.” You declared. “For all we know giving the dog back might have been a pawn.”

“I agree. There’s no promise that he’s on our side yet.” John added.

“I got eyes on him.” The King informed.

He looked at you and John seriously.

“Shit’s about to go down. I suggest you get all of your affairs in order before it does.”

John stared down at you empathetically. You gulped and nodded.

“I just have one more person to see.”

Despite it being years since your last visit, stepping inside the Ruska Roma brought all kinds of flashbacks to you. Good and bad. No in between. The goons at the front doors were there to do their usual search, which included attempting to take expensive articles for their own gain.

“The earrings and necklace, ma’am.” The shortest one said smugly.

“These are Dior, fuck off.” You snarked.

The man abruptly stood up only to be shoved back into his chair by the man on the left. He leaned down to whisper something into the tiny man’s ear. The man went pale, his eyes wide as he quickly nodded his head.

“G-go ahead, miss. Enjoy.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes before taking a deep breath and entering the auditorium doors. Your ears were assaulted with classical music as it boomed throughout the building. The director was in her usual seat watching a girl rehearse over, and over, and over again. The same way you used to do. You made your way to her, quietly taking the seat next to her. Neither of you turned to acknowledge the other.

You were the first to speak up.

“You gave him my address.” You said wittingly.

She remained stoic, eyes never leaving the daner in front of her once.

“I did.” She affirmed.

You turned your body to face her, face twisted in confusion.

“Why?” You let out, your voice barely above a whisper. “After years of keeping me away from him, why now?”

She gave you no answer. Just remained still. Her behavior irked you. You felt all of the built up impatience inside you explode.

“Pochemu, mama?!” You said loudly.

“Anya, enough!” She yelled to the dancer.

The girl quickly scurried off the stage away from the director’s wrath. The director finally turned and faced you. Her usual calm exterior slowly faded away.

“You want to know why, moya dorogaya?” She repeated. “Because the decision was no longer in my hands.”

You scoffed in disbelief and anger.

“It was never your choice, it was mine and his!” You argued.

“No, it was not!” She yelled.

You fell into a tense silence. You stared at your hands placed neatly on your lap like the polite, obedient lady you were trained to be. Not knowing how to handle all of the emotions hitting you. Your hands were gripped into a pair of aged ones wrapped in bandages. You looked up at her in worry.

“Do you know what they would have done if they found out about you and Jardani? What they would do to him for sneaking into your room every night? What they would do to you had they known you were copulating in this house?” She stressed.

“They would have punished him severely. They would make you watch him reach the brink of death until they were satisfied, then send you off to be a rich man’s whore!

“Do you see the power you have? You grew up here, in these very walls, being put through the wringer just like everybody else. Now you come back, and everyone bows down at your feet. They kiss the ground you walk on like you’re some deity. They would have taken all of that away from you.”

You grit your teeth bitterly as tears streamed down your face. The director gently cupped your face and patted them away with a handkerchief.

“They would have ruined you. I had to end it before they did.” She whispered. “As much as Jardani said he came here for passage to Casablanca, I know he didn’t. He came back for you.”

You placed your hands on top of hers, running your thumbs over the bandages.

“What did they do to you?” You whimpered.

“Shhh, zvyozdochka. I will be alright.” She assured.

“I’m going to do it. I’m going to make them pay.” You seethed.

“I know you will.” She agreed. “I’ve always known you and him would find your back way back to eachother. I just needed to let destiny take its course.”

When you arrived home John was seated at your couch in your living room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise, your voice still hoarse.

He stared at you with the softest gaze he could manage.

“I figured you could use some company,” He spoke softly.

You took a deep breath as you felt more tears rise to the surface. You looked up at him, mouth open with no words coming out. You felt more exposed than you have ever felt in your entire life. Your vulnerability showcased itself shamelessly.

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.”

You scurried into his arms without missing a beat. John situated you into his lap, pulling your heels off like he had done earlier in the day before wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of them brought back so many memories. The late nights spent in your old bedroom. Sneaking away from rich businessmen at galas and into his arms for a dance. Rehearsals when he would effortlessly lift you up into the air with the clouds. Memories that had potential.

You wondered what it would be like if he had married you instead, as horrible as it felt to blatantly disregard the late Helen Wick.

You wondered what it would be like to be in her place; waking up next to John every morning, sipping coffee out of his and hers mugs while watching the news.

You wondered if she knew that she held your entire world in her palms.

And when she died, you wondered if John felt what it was like when you lost him. When a part of you died and along with it, the bright young girl with promises.

“How is she?” John asked hesitantly.

“They came for her. For helping you. Stuck a sword right through her hands.”

A solemn silence fell between the both of you.

“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.” He said apologetically.

“I know. I wouldn’t choose this for anyone.” You rasped. “Not even my worst enemy.”

“Things are going to change, Y/N.” John began. “I want you to know that you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, Jardani.” You said, turning around on his lap to craddle his face.

You stared deeply into his almond eyes.

“We owe it to ourselves to take back what we lost.”

PART 5

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