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adronitis - n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone (AO3, 1/?)

Assumptions - New. A relationship is defined, and you forget to sneak your secret lover out before your roommates get home. 

Bouquets - Writing challenge. Prompt: “Then maybe it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a few days.” //  “Fine with me.”

Coffee and Consequences -  Working at the DPD after the Android Revolution is absolute hell, but realizing that the one-night-stand that broke your heart is captain of the SWAT team is definitely the work of satan himself. (AO3 link)

Coming Home - Captain Allen breaks up with you. (AO3)

Control - You take care of Captain Allen. (dom!reader x sub!Allen, NSFW)

Emergency Contact - Connor breaks your door down when he hears you screaming, but he doesn’t realize it’s not because you’re in danger.

First Impressions - In a world where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your arm in their handwriting, you can’t help but be discouraged that you’ve got “What the fuck are you doing here?” on yours. (Soulmate AU)

Hay Fever - Obligatory Valentine’s Day Fic.

Impetus - You stop Connor from murdering your husband on the Hart Plaza rooftop. (AO3)

In the Oven - Based on the tweet “my wife’s in the kitchen, wine-drunk, making cookies while topless.” (adult themes)

Novelty - You embrace the booty call situation you have with Captain Allen, but then he starts acting weird.

Permanent Ink - [Complete] You can communicate with your soulmate by writing on your skin. When you try to reach out them, they reply with ‘fuck off’. (AO3, 8 Chapters)

Playfulness - Allen proposes. 

Pride - After you’re taken hostage by a deviant, Captain Allen is forced to ask Connor for help. (Female!Reader) 

Response Time - You’re an EMT in Detroit and always seem to be helping out the local SWAT unit.

Restrictions Apply - You try to win over Captain Allen on his birthday. Key word: try. (Birthday Fic!)

Risks -  You literally take a bullet for Captain Allen and he’s absolutely furious that you did.

Sleepy Mornings - Pure fluff with a bit of friendly butt-grabbing, feat. domestic!Allen.

Song Inspired Angst Asks (a Tragedy) - Part 1 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 4

Upgrades - Captain Allen comes home from the hostage situation to find that you’ve recently acquired a new android. He’s not happy.

Work Ethic - Captain Allen looks stressed and you decide to help him out (read: you blow Captain Allen in his office for no reason other than you want to). (adult themes)

Alpha Bucky would totally tell you to get sleep because he care about his mate 🥺😉

Pairing: Beefy Alpha Bucky x reader

Word count: Drabble.

A/N: A/B/O dynamics, so not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work. Fluff.

Bucky's been watching you struggle to stay awake for the past hour. He knows you're working too hard and you deserve a break.

"You need to sleep, little one." Bucky states as he scoops you up from the couch. Not waiting for your response, he carries you to the bedroom.

"I'm alright."

"Dont lie to your Alpha, I can feel how tired you are." He declares in response to the flare of annoyance in your bond.

You sheepishly smile into his neck, your fingers touch your mark. "Sorry."

He gives you a knowing look when you stifle your yawn. Ignoring your sleepy, mumbled protests that you'll go to sleep in a few minutes and you need to finish your work.

Bucky quips, "and my job is take care of you and that's what I'm going to do."

He flicks back the top sheet and lays you down. "Get some rest and I'll check on you in a bit."

You whine softly when he turns to leave. "Please stay."

Bucky can never resist when you make those cute little omega noises. You whimper when he sighs. "I'll keep doing it," you warn.

Bucky turns around, his blue eyes narrowed but you know he's not upset.

"And I can command you to stop." He retorts, amusement softening his tone.

You smile up at him and whimper his name, soft and low in your throat, his large frame stepping towards you in an automatic response, wanting his distressed little omega to be happy.

"Alpha." You pout, tugging at him through your bond, sending your calming scent around the towering Alpha.

He grumbles under his breath, removing his shirt. "You're spoiled," he says with a shake of his head.

You shrug, biting your tongue so that you won't say that it's his fault you are the way you are. He knows though. The bed dips down as he gets in beside you. Pressing your face against his warm chest, you kiss his chin. "Thank you, Bucky."

He inhales your scent with a content groan before kissing the top of your head. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He lovingly promises.

You sit on his broad back as he does push-ups. You almost jumping up as he tirelessly rams his hands up and down on the floor. You mewl as there is not sight of him finishing. getting bored, doing nothing, But holding his shoulders for support. Feeling your legs numb from sitting on him, you try to get off, but he growls every time you try to escape from him.

"Be a good girl and stay still."

-> SAKUSA, Osamu, IWAIZUMI, daichi, aone, KYOTANI, KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA.

You are underneath him as he gives you a kiss every time he bends down. He gives you like three kisses in one second as his palms unconsciously move to fell your plump lips on his. He is not going to stop anytime soon as you whine that you have a lot of other things to do, but you are trapped in his arms as his muscular tighs press against your legs.

"My legs feel tired, when you are not underneath them"

-> OIKAWA, atsumu, aran, nishinoya, HINATA, BOKUTO, kita, KOMORI.

You are sitting on his legs giving him an access to freely lift himself up. His shirt is off as you have a chance to stare at his toned-up abs. Your lips are in a kissable way. You wanted him to kiss you while doing his work-out, but he being a jerk wanted you to suffer. As he was lifting his body, he would get too close to your face but before you could kiss each other, he would back away, smirking.

"Greedy, are we?"

-> KUROO, SUNA, matsukawa, semi, TSUKISHIMA, yaku, akaashi, hanamaki.

💜 @thestyleiwishihad

burying your face in his neck while you ride him on the couch. feeling his head turn and his lips glide a wet path over your jaw before he nips at it, breathing something about how good you’re making him feel — or maybe something with more of a teasing edge. getting tired? need me to do it for you? his hands cupping under your ass, getting a good handful before moving up to grip and guide your movements. maybe a light smack for encouragement. there you go, don’t stop now. ride that dick. you do it so well, baby. so well that i don’t think i can pull out.

I’m super stressed with the end of my semester, so what about “Bucky tries to make you forget about college and your finals”?

Pairing: Roommate Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI

A/n: sinday drabble. Do not copy, repost, translate or rewrite any of my work. By continuing to read you are confirming you are an adult 18 years or older. College AU

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Buckys been your roommate since freshman year. You both needed a decent yet cheap place to stay close to campus. You hate and love living with him. He’s the perfect roommate, clean and considerate, he pays more than his share and always springs for extra groceries and takeout.

He’s so fucking handsome. And well built. His thick, muscular body haunts your dreams. Nothing like him coming in from an early morning run, his shorts clinging to his ass while he wipes sweat off his abs. You try not to gawk while he asks if you want him to make breakfast.

It’s been three long years of him walking around the apartment half-naked, girls in and out of his room at all hours of the day and the walls are thin. If you don’t hear some overly dramatic moans from his latest conquest, you hear him. At night.

Soft breathy groans that have your core throbbing as you squirm over your sheets. You can picture his hand working his cock with his knees bent while he’s flat on the bed.

Not that you think about him at night with your hand down your panties. Nope. You do not think about Bucky making you cum on his tongue.

With finals coming up, you haven’t had time to think about your roommate. You haven’t had time to do much at all. And you are frustrated.

And whiney.

You can tell he’s getting irritated with your constant complaining but you. can’t. stop.

In fact, he’s been listening to you rant about your professor for the past half hour, you’ve ignored his requests to let him watch his game.

“Please, it’s almost over.”

You snap your mouth shut with an audible click. Bucky closes his eyes, muttering thank you. His large body sinking into the couch as the tiny men on the screen run back and forth. Not even a minute passes before you speak.

“I’m just saying Bucky, its’ not fair- ahh” your whine ends in a yelp when he jumps up.

Furious blue eyes glare down at you. “You need to relax.” You swallow nervously when he leans down, caging between two large plush cushions. “And you need to shut up.”

“Hey.” It's a weak protest, one you quickly drop when he gives you a pointed look.

He brushes the side of your face with his knuckles. “I’ll help you do both.”

You watch, mesmerized by his tongue peeking out of his mouth to wet his bottom lip. “You want that dollface, you want me to help you?”

You nod.

Bucky grabs your throat, and you ache. His warm, large hand curves perfectly around your neck, the sheer dominance, his large body hovering over your combined with his fresh evergreen cologne is a dangerous combination.

“Use your words.” He states, squeezing lightly.

You gasp out. “I want your help. Please.”

Bucky gets even closer, you can count his long eyelashes when he blinks, a slow grin stretching across his face. His eyes darkening when he brings your face to his. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy for years dollface.” Fuck. “I’m going to give you a little sample of what I’m capable of. “Fuck me. “And if you pass all your classes, Ill fuck your brains until you can’t fucking walk.” Yes. Please. “Do you want that?”

“Words.” He demands, kneeling between your calves, ripping off your shorts and panties before wrapping his hand back around your throat. “Now.”

“Yes, Bucky. I do.” You say, damn you’ll study all night to earn his cock, you’re willing to do anything for him, spreading your legs even further apart. He’s looking at your pussy as if it were the most tantalizing thing he’s ever seen. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and inhales you.

You startle when his tongue flits out of his mouth and moves up your clit. You feel him chuckle between your folds and he applies a little more pressure to your throat. He moves slowly, using his tongue to explore your glistening pussy. It feels so good. The way he traces over your bud before dipping his thick wet muscle into your core, his nose brushing through your folds.

But it’s not enough. “Bucky please.” You whine softly, pushing your hips up.

Feral passionate eyes snap up and stare up at you. Your stomach drops from the intensity of his gaze. You have no warning for what’s about to happen.

He squeezes your throat, his lips latching onto your clit, and sucks it so hard into his mouth your back arches off the couch, two long fingers push into your cunt and he drags his fingers along your walls.

Your hands fly to his head, grabbing his soft locks, pushing him into you as you beg him not to stop.

He alternates between soft, light licks and fierce pulls of your swollen bud that have you wailing and trembling. His fingers curling deep within you, he can just hear the wet sloshing of your cunt over your wanton sobs and strangled moans.

The coil spirals tighter and hotter within in you until it snaps and you shatter under his tongue.

He’s doesn’t stop even when you gush all over his face, if anything he doubles down, sending you over the edge again and again until you’re pleading that you can’t take anymore. He shakes his head, determined to make you cum one more time.

He doesn’t stop to breathe.

Then he finds your sweet spot, the rough pad of his index finger rubbing it over and over. “Oh shit, Buck-Bucky, yes right the- “ You yank his hair when your orgasm burns through you, white-sultry heat rushing through your nerves, you feel it down to your toes. Legs locked around his head, thighs quivering, his name a silent scream on your lips.

When he finally lets you go, your eyes are glazed over as you pant, unable to move or speak. Bucky lays you down on the couch, putting his football sweatshirt over you as a makeshift blanket, and props your feet in his lap.

He turns back to the screen and leans back. He wipes his chin off with the back of his hand and licks his fingers clean. Looking over at your sleeping face, he smirks. “You better pass, dollface.”

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Mountains of Canada, 1984