Why This Chris Must Go

I wouldn't mind help conditioning his beard

Conditioner

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count: ~500

Warnings: Smut! Explicit sexual content, oral- woman receiving, dirty talk, explicit language (must be 18+)

Summary: You help your boyfriend with beard care and it leads to much more!

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READ. EVERY. WORD. OF. THIS. Account of a medical team out in St. Paul last night.

Link to original tweet thread.

Sweet Dreams

Jake Jensen X Reader

Summary: Your sleeping body gives away your waking thoughts.

Warnings: 18+, language, sexual content (somnophilia, thigh riding, unprotected vaginal sex).

Credits: dividers by @firefly-graphics and thanks go to my ever lovely beta reader @christywantspizza ❤️❤️❤️

AN: My first Jake fic so please be gentle!

He was being tortured, that was the only explanation. The only reason he would be tested like this, so cruelly, made to hold back from his desires. Teased. Taunted. Tried.That had to be the explanation. 

There could be no other reason why he was lying still, tired and desperate...hard, while you clung to him. He would like to say while you slept but this was something between sleep and full consciousness. Your eyes were certainly closed, but your body seemed to be awake, moving of its own accord, rolling against Jake's own like the steady lap of the waves on the other side of the canvas tent. 

Jake starred up into the darkness and rubbed a hand over his face, taking his glasses off so he could more effectively hide his face. The blush growing on his cheeks was red hot, making him sweat in the tropical heat. 

What could have changed. Why were you doing this now? This wasn't the first time the two of you had shared the tent, or a bed for that matter. You'd spent countless nights holed up together setting up comms, tapping into whatever security systems you had to breach and monitoring targets. 

When it was cold, Jake had held you against his broad chest, tucked you into the warmth of his arms and you'd shivered together until you both fell into a dreamless, solid sleep. 

In Mexico you'd posed as a couple to get closer to your mark, holding hands and sharing a room, but that was it. At night, you'd stayed to your side of the expansive honeymoon suite bed. 

Tonight you had pitched the tent together, rolled out your sleeping bags while the sun was setting and talked until the stars twinkled above you. There had been no indication that you expected or wanted anything else... Your hips rolled again, body drawn to him and, like a magnet, he followed, pressing his leg up against you and basking in the whimper he received in return. 

You were friends. You had let him finish your food when he was still hungry. He had traded you a shirt when yours got wet with salt water. Just friends, you would never hurt him or trick him. 

So why were you doing this if it wasn't to torture him? Your grip on him tightened, the leg you'd slung over his twitched, and then you started again, harder, faster. Grinding and rocking against his thigh, your small hands clutching his damp t-shirt. Breathy pants and huffs of pleasure and frustration blew across the sensitive skin of his neck, making the hairs on his nape stand on end. 

He should wake you up, you'd be embarrassed in the morning, he should definitely wake you. But he couldn't deny he was enjoying each racked sob you gave him, each little moan and pant like the singing of angels. Each roll of your hips giving permission for his own arousal to grow. 

With his left hand on the small of your back, trapped by the weight of your head and shoulders, Jake lifted his right hand to your side. 

Beneath his large palm you were warm too, still sun-kissed from your long day. At first you squirmed against his touch, too light and tickling, making the whole situation worse. Flattening his hand made you stop, although now he could feel the dip of your hip, the swell of your ass. Experimentally he pressed his hand down to feel the soft curves of your body. 

You responded instantly, your body stilling but holding him ever tighter. 

Your moan took shape around his name, "Jake." 

Shocked, Jake pressed his left hand deeper into the small of your back, forcing you closer, your legs tighter around him. You ground yourself against him, deep and slow, his hands helpless, squeezing and rubbing, unable to let you go. 

"Jake, oh- Jake, Jay, Jayyy -" your moans becoming more desperate, his leg wet from your arousal. 

He couldn't take it anymore. His cock, impossibly hard, throbbed with each delicious movement of your body. 

"I'm here - I'm here - wake up." He poked a finger into your side making you squirm and puff a laugh across his neck.

"Jake." You hummed his name, reedy and thin "stop it - I -ugh" you grunted when he shifted you again, desperate for you to wake up. He pushed you up until you were seated across his lap, your eyes flying open. "Jake! What's happening? Are we under attack?" 

"Are we under attack? Are you fucking kidding me sweetheart?" 

"You woke me up?" 

"You woke me up!" 

You looked down, the tent of his shorts and the damp patch on your own, unmistakable. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You tried to move but his hands kept you still, hips bucking slightly at the movement. 

"Just. Stop. If you're not going to help, stop." 

And you did. But only for a second. 

Your hand reached inside his shorts and pulled his leaking cock free, letting it tap his belly with a wet smack. Quickly you shimmied out of your own shorts before sitting astride his thighs. 

"You want me to help?"

Jake tipped his head back and nodded, "Fuck yes." Helping you to sink down into his lap, you could hardly see, blinking sleep from your eyes and letting your mind wander back into the sleepy daze it was so recently enjoying. 

"Fuck, JJ. So fucking big." You sobbed, trying to fall forwards, held up by his palms 

"Knew you'd be filthy, way you rubbed yourself on me in your sleep." He choked out. 

Jake rolled you both onto your sides, pulling you so close you could feel him breathing, wrapped together. 

"I don't- ungh - I don't rub myself on you when I'm asleep!" 

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving your body and taking ownership of each spark of arousal. 

"You do, you were being needy, whiney, my poor baby." His hands cupped your cheeks until you pouted, kisses dancing over you. "But I love it." He gave a harsh thrust, the coil of desire tightening in you.

In the gloom of the tent, and without his glasses, Jake struggled to see you properly, pressing his forehead to yours so he could feel each pinch of your eyebrows, the scrunch of your nose and the soft puff of breath you exhaled as you got closer and closer to release. His beard tickled and scratched the soft skin of your neck following his kisses. 

"I was not." You tried to protest, but Jake tipped his hips, changing the angle and catching the soft spot inside of you that made stars explode in your vision at the same time as pressing down on your swollen clit. 

"Sure, baby, sure." He teased again, face so close you were breathing as one, panting and keening into the sticky air. Each thrust forcing another high pitched whine to escape you. You tipped your head up, catching Jake's lips with your own for the first time and licking into his mouth. He held you close, a hand on the nape of your neck and noses nudging together until you could hardly breathe, dizzy with the sweetness of his kisses. 

Too soon, you felt your release building, each thrust of Jake's hips brushed firm and rhythmic over your clit, pleasure danced up your spine making your toes curl and your fingers tighten in the short blonde hair at the back of his head.

"Jay-" 

His hand clamped around your mouth to muzzle your cry of his name before moving to your lower back. He held you close while you rode out your orgasm, letting you roll your hips over him as you had in your sleep, chasing the aftershocks until you were sated and limp in his arms. 

Like a rag doll he moved you again, holding you close while he gave one, two, three final thrusts, spilling inside of you. 

"Shit." He pulled back, hands still all over you, burning warm but surprisingly soft. 

"Shit " you echoed, falling back onto your camping mat. 

"I - hah - I guess sorry for waking you up." You laughed. Deep down you knew this should have been awkward but… it was Jake. Your Jake. Somehow it just felt right to lie there with him in the after glow and, after all, wasn't this exactly what you'd been dreaming of? 

"If you want to wake me up again sometime, baby, go ahead." Jake laughed, shaking his head, surprisingly shy. With a sigh, you rolled onto your side, looking at Jake's profile in the moonlight seeping through the tent. All of a sudden,you felt very, very tired again. 

Using the last of your energy, you curled yourself into his side, Jake stretched an arm around your shoulders, tucking your head into his chest and you let your eyes fall closed again, content. 

Baby fox with a broken leg gets rescued and visits the vet for his cast.

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Ana Quirosa

Sweet Amber! I need your thots…

Does Honey like to show her appreciation for Curtis by dropping to her knees?

I just want that man to sucked until he’s within an inch of his life- like he’s not doing anything for the rest of the day- honey sucked him so good 😮‍💨

My love, of course, Honey will drop to her knees for that man! It is one of her favorite services to do for Curtis honestly. It is one of those things that our girl is confident in doing. That man deserves to be sucked within an inch of his life, leaving him gasping for breath and looking ruined because of how good it was. He isn't going anywhere for the rest of the day.

One Way To Say Goodbye

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

18+ Only Blog! It's all Curtis receiving Oral and feelings.

You stretched in his bed with an appreciative moan, even at the early hour. The bed was empty, Curtis already having showered and you could hear him downstairs, meaning he hadn't yet left for work. Old houses like his, it was impossible not to make some kind of noise. But that wasn't what woke you.

No, it was that feeling. Completely fucking satisfied. Curtis had spent half the night worshipping you, even though you assured him that you two could just go to sleep, knowing that although you had a day off, he most certainly didn't. He wouldn't hear of it though.

"Honey, you expect me to ignore you?" He moved his way up from the end of the bed like a predator, stalking over you with very attentive blue eyes lifted towards you while he worked his shirt you were wearing up your body slowly. He took his time with his fingertips, grazing lightly against your skin, making sure not to avoid any stretch marks but when he found those, his head dipped to track the mark with his tongue.

You resisted the urge to push him away from your imperfections, but your breathing got heavier, your body responding with a keen awareness of what Curtis was doing. Your thighs opened slightly without need from him to ease them apart. "Deny myself the chance to be with you, fill this sweet little pussy?" When has anyone ever called you little?

How were you supposed to walk after he finished with you last night? Scooping you into his chest and murmuring soft praises while you still were trying to recover from him? You took a tentative stretch, pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed and grab at his shirt discarded on the floor. You shrugged into the stretched-out ancient tee and headed for the kitchen to at least give him a proper goodbye.

Your version of one.

You found him at the sink, filling his water bottles when he glanced over his shoulder at you. There was still a heated spark, his gaze flowing up and down you like he was checking you out while also checking you out. "I love it when you wear my clothes Pretty Girl. But why are you awake? You should be sleeping in." His brow furrowed at you while he flicked the water back off and set aside his bottle to face you.

"I should be asleep still, you wore me out last night." You bit your lip suggestively while a big grin changed his features from slightly concerned to proud of himself. "Couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye."

You approached him while he shrugged, a bit of red flaring up the side of his neck and mottling his ear tips at your praise. "A man has to be crazy to pass up being with you." You smiled as you reached him, your plan coming all together as you swiftly dropped to your knees, earning you a surprised grunt from Curtis while your face was level right with his crotch. "Honey, you don't-"

"I don't have to do anything, I know." You worked your hands up muscled thighs, even through the jean fabric you could feel him tensing. Your head tilted up to look at him while your fingers worked his belt open, the leather flopping to the side and you snapped his button open while dragging the zipper down. "But I want to... Before you gotta leave for the day, let me just..." You mimicked the way his tongue traced you, inching along the very prominent vein trailing down his belly to under his boxers.

"Fucking hell." He grunted out, clearly still caught by surprise but he grabbed at his jacket lazily stretched on the counter to hand down to you. "Under your knees with his Pretty Girl."

You obliged, although bruised knees weren't about to deter you. Your nose trailed up the bulge in his boxers while fingers curled into the band and worked them down for his cock to bounce in front of your face, smacking a bit in your face till your hands wrapped around him and worked your fingertips up and down his length.

Curtis hissed at the contact, his head tipping back with a bobbing adams apple. His fingers gripped his counter edge, for now, restraining himself from grabbing your hair, for now. You knew it wouldn't last, his fingers would tangle into your strands and take over, giving you that satisfaction knowing he couldn't resist anymore of your teasing.

"You know how you love-" Your tongue wetting your lips before tracing him, pussy achingly familiar with the feel of his throbbing vein on your tongue, the masculine scent of him when your nose brushed against the patch of hair and the distinct salty taste that you would admit you were addicted to. "-worshipping me? Making me cum so hard that I just need to be taken care of while recovering?"

You pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his pelvis, your hands still jerking him but never bringing him further than that yet. ""You make me feel loved and taken cared of." Another flushing kiss against his tip now, your lips spreading a bit around him before glancing up at him, his gaze now following you intently, jaw clenched to keep whatever he was going to say inside for now. "You make me feel seen."

You didn't want him to have a chance to respond, your mouth spreading around him and swallowing him down, with some struggle from his size, but with watering eyes and a slight gag, you took him and he gave a sharp loud yell, almost a roar of your name. His hands found their purchase against your scalp, holding onto you while you pulled back to claim air and spit on him, working on swallowing him again.

"Fuck Y/N! Fuck, just swallowing me without working me in." He stuttered while you bobbed on him, relishing in the tone of disbelief. You loved doing this, his taste filled your mouth, making you drool while trying to get all of him. Silken and hard as he bruised your throat, your moans humming around him while squeezing. "Just keep taking it, Pretty Girl." He demanded, shoving your head back on him, your face slapping against his balls. Your hands grabbed his hairy taunt thighs to steady yourself from the motion.

Your scalp burned as he pulled you away, his hand circling his cock as he jerked his hand up and down the length. "You're so fucking perfect for me, ruined at my feet, right?" You let a hand drop from his thigh, dipping between your thighs and trailing your folds. When you felt your slick coat them, you showed him. Glinting slick catching the bit of light in his kitchen, you managed to whisper out.

"It's where I want to be." Then you took him back into your mouth, your tongue fluttering around him and deep moans escaped you while you took him. Later you might be sore, and have a hard time talking, but right now all that was worth it to witness the shudder rolling through Curtis, his absolute need to finish, and you wanted it. You wanted to give that to him.

When he came, it was quick. A hoarse warning and then you were feeling him shoot his spend in you, making you swallow with difficulty but there was a satisfying groan above you and his touch gentle, cradling your face while you licked him clean, your eyes darting up to witness your work.

Chest heaving and a serene satisfying look had eased his sharp dark features for now. Long lashes swept under his closed eyes for a moment, till they snapped open, dark in a way that made you squeak his name, you weren't nearly ready to be hauled to a stand, your legs shaky underneath you while he held you up against him, his mouth claiming yours with demand. You gave in, a moan escaping while your tongue slipped against his and your hands curled into his work shirt to steady yourself. When you had to pull away for air, gasping deeply, you smiled in between your breaths. "That good huh?"

Curtis half barked a laugh. "Honey, you really are perfect for me." In another move you weren't expecting, he hauled you over his massive shoulder, leaving you swinging down his back, crying out his name. "Curtis! What are you doing?"

Heavy boots thumped out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs. "Taking you back to bed." He exclaimed as he started climbing up, carrying you like you weighed nothing although you knew better. Your hands clutched at his back, keeping yourself steady as you watched the downstairs start to disappear.

"What about work?" The hallway rug was almost dizzying, the way it was moving so swiftly.

"Honey, spending the day with you is far more important than fixing trains." Curtis was gentler as he deposited you on the bed, still messed up from their fun last night. He reached over his shoulder to grasp at his shirt and pull it off over his head.

"What about the guys?" You squirmed up the bed, giving him room to get in. He mimicked his movements from last night, stalking towards you across the mattress.

"They owe me for covering for them both." He informed you. "Now Pretty Girl, you gonna spread those thighs for me? Or am I going to have to do it for you?" His hands were warm and calloused against your thick thighs, squeezing enough to show how badly he wanted to get in between them.

You let them fall open, just for him.

He's wondering when you're gonna stop doing your boring work and do him instead

Of course, he is. 😏

Clocking Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky makes it difficult for you to get any work done.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, implied smutty times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)

A/N: Late submission for Week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents ! Prompt - "Who's this?". ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. But thanks to @rookthorne for the inspiration. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You narrowed your eyes in concentration on your laptop screen, the clicking of your keyboard the only sound in your in-home office. You typically worked with some kind of background noise, whether it be music or even the television at a low volume. It helped the day go by faster. At some point though, Bucky ventured in and shut your playlist off to ask some random question.

"Who's this?" he asked as he shoved his phone in your face and blocked your view of the monitor. "And what is FYP? What the hell does that mean?"

You had to giggle after a moment. Your boyfriend had a habit of interrupting you while you worked to get some form of attention. It happened more times than you could count and you were lucky you got any work done at all when he was home. He told you in passing that after being alone for so long that he wanted to soak up every moment he could with you. 

I can't get mad when he puts it that way. 

"It means 'For You Page' and I have no clue who that is," you answered, gently pushing his hand away so you could get back to typing. "Why are you on TikTok, old man?"

"Why are you?" he asked, taking a seat on the loveseat near your desk. "Is this what you look at to get inspiration for your smut or whatever it is that you call it?"

"Hey!" you said, pushing away from your desk to turn and face him. "I write stories, thank you very much. Some of them just happen to include smut and there is nothing wrong with that."

Bucky had an all too smug expression on his face when he leaned back against the cushion and widened his massive thighs. He took up almost the entire two-seater sofa with his size. The gorgeous bastard finished up his workout earlier and didn't bother getting fully dressed after his shower. Just a new pair of sweatpants and no shirt, his long hair still slightly damp and daring you to run his fingers through it.

Showing off his broad torso like a harlot. 

"Sorry. You're right. You do tell stories and they are wonderful," he said, holding up his hands on surrender. His steel blue eyes had a hint of playfulness as he nodded to your laptop. "You almost done with your 'porn with plot' or should I come back later?"

You rolled your eyes as you spun away from him and pulled yourself back to your desk. "You're impossible. Turn my music back on and go back to watching TikTok."

"Or you could take a break and ride me," he suggested so casually your fingers froze on the keyboard. "Give you the motivation you need to finish."

With a defiant lift of your chin, you went back to typing. You did like his idea and it wouldn't be the first time you stopped writing to have Bucky pull an orgasm or two from you. The only reason you got a bigger desk was so he could fit under it. The image of him nearly getting stuck under your old desk brought a smile to your face. 

It also caused a tingling sensation between your legs when you remembered just how deep he stabbed his tongue into your aching pussy. 

"You can't ignore me, doll. Look at you. Already distracted and shifting in your chair," he said, his voice low. He knew exactly how it affected you. "So get over here."

Nope. His thick cock can wait for me to take a ride. 

"Bet you're not even working," he accused. It wasn't true. There were words on the screen. "You're typing just to look busy when we both know you're getting your seat wet through your clothes."

"Don't you have work to do yourself?" you asked incredulously, refusing to look over at him. If you did, you'd go right to him and he'd win. Both of you would win, but that wasn't the point. He cut into your work time when you couldn't cut into his.

It's not like I can show up in the middle of a mission and demand to suck his cock. 

"If by 'work' you mean your delicious cunt, yeah. I have a lot of work to do," he said. The unsubtle man he was, you knew he was about two seconds away from taking himself out and stroking his perfect cock. Anyone who said perfection didn't exist hadn't slept with Bucky Barnes. "I'll do overtime and you can pay me in orgasms."

Your head fell back against your chair with a groan. "Where is your off switch?"

"No off switch around you, doll. Only an on switch. You're lucky I don't knock stuff off the end tables since I'm practically a walking hard-on around you."

The sincerity in his statement had you beaming and laughing all at once. You wondered if something in the serum sent his libido into overdrive or if it was you who brought that side of him out. It did wonders for your self-esteem because no matter how you looked, he gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature to grace this planet. 

A small break wouldn't hurt. 

"If I step away for a few minutes," you began as you stared at the ceiling. "You have to transcribe the next few paragraphs for me so I can lay down and recover."

"Deal," he said, leaning over and gripping the chair handle to turn you toward him. "But I'm warning you. If you dirty talk, I'm gonna get hard all over again and we'll be right back where we started."

"It can't be any worse than the time you had me in your lap," you said as you lifted your head. He couldn't stop himself from running his hands along your body or kissing your neck. And that was before he had you warm his cock. "Don't look so smug. You owe me an orgasm."

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked. 

Lucky for you, Bucky always delivered on his promises. 

We can't resist Bucky, can we? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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Peaceful autumn

Pancakes & Promises

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader Word Count: 794 Summary: You both want breakfast, but neither of you want to cook it, it’s only a matter of time before one of you cave. Warnings: Sexual themes/talk, but no smut.

A/N: I figured we could all use a dose of Jake Jensen fluff right about now ❤️ I used this prompt: one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment. Enjoy, my pretties!

You were dozing comfortably, in that limbo right between awareness and sleep, when Jake’s low rumble of a voice roused you.

“As much as I love cuddling in bed with you, gorgeous, I’m hungry.”

Lips quirking at the corners, you nuzzled closer to his naked chest. “Really? I feel like the way you oh so enthusiastically woke me up could be considered a hearty meal, no?”

Jake’s chest shook with laughter, jostling you against him. “As delicious as that wakeup call was, I’m still a growing boy, ya know?” His fingers trailed up your naked back, making you shiver.

Sighing, you blinked your sleepy eyes open, shifting until your hands pillowed Jake’s chest and your chin rested on top of them. You gazed up at him, unimpressed with his dilemma. “Well I’m certainly not stopping you from making breakfast.”

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