BEA!!! I’m Sure You Knew This From Before That “Toxic” Has Been Plagiarized Into Wattpad By @ALECTIAMO7

JESUS CHRIST WHY CANT PEOPLE LET OTHERS HAVE FUN?? LIKE OKAY IF SOMEONE JUST BECAME A STRANGER THINGS FAN LIKE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK? WHY ARE WE GATE KEEPING A SHOW? LIKE I HATE PEOPLR ON TIKTOK WHO ARE LIKE “oh it’s the new stranger things fans who are obsessed with eddie and love chrissy wake up”, “if i hear chrissy wake up one more time i swear” SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN. LIKE I SAW SOMEONE EDIT THEMSELVES INTO A SCENE WITH EDDIE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY JUST TALKING AND GOT BANNED FOR IT? LIKE WTF? LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN? like i get some of it, i saw that one tiktok where it was eddie saying like “yn your body is 90 percent water” and yn was like “yeah so?” and he was like “daddies thirsty” yeah i get maybe that could make some people uncomfortable and at some points may be considered cringey but that doesn’t make them a new fan or a bad person? leave them alone. please. god. if someone even is a new fan why is it a big deal? i’ve been a fan since the show first ever came out and i genuinely like the song “chrissy wake up” because it’s catchy and i love eddie munson because i relate to him in the sense i was bullied too, like for being different and just because people are assholes. TW: mentions of smut and audio porn, also death threats and suicide. people were literally harassing the guy who made the audio “getting dicked down by eddie munson” and sending him death threats and telling him to kill himself because “it was weird and gross” etc. if you don’t like it stay curious and don’t check it out? like c’mon now. and they’re all like “if eddie saw this he’d make fun of them” NO TF HE WOULD NOT? he literally got bullied his whole life, why would he do that to them as well? in my opinion, he’d be flattered people are even talking about him. some of y’all act like you know him top to bottom. and don’t get me started on the eddie x steve or the eddie x chrissy battle going on on tiktok right now. NEITHER OF THEM HAD ENOUGH SCREENTIME WITH HIM. EDDIE AND CHRISSY ONLY HUG OUT BC SHE WANTED DRUGS, AND ANYTIME EDDIE TALKED TO STEVE HE WAS ANNOYED. NEITHER SHIPS MAKES SINCE BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK? LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN. sorry about this rant to my moots and followers 😭 needed to get it out of my system. if your a person like this, meaning you judge someone based off their ships, when they joined a fandom, or just a bully DNI WITH ME AT ALL. i also don’t mean this in a rude way (the paragraph)

Imagine you and chubby!bucky being co-stars on a movie who fell in love irl and you’re his date to a premiere and his stylist is getting you ready and he’s just watching you with so much love in his eyes and when you’re all dressed up he thinks you look so goddamn sexy and doesn’t wanna go to the premiere anymore but his team is like “no you’re going” and you two go and he can’t keep his hands off you and the paparazzi is loving all the love and PDA you guys are showing and then during the actual movie, Bucky drags you to the bathroom and eats you out cause he just had to taste you. The end.

18 - Eddie Munson

Y/n is 18 and her dad, Hopper, can seem to accept it. So she seeks out the help of Eddie Munson.

* You can imagine Y/n being adopted or Jim having a daughter with another woman if you don’t look like Hopper.

“Munson!” Eddie heard his name being called as he sat at his normal spot in the woods, seeing Jim Hoppers daughter, y/n, making her way over. Eddie smirked to himself and stood from the table.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of Y/n Hopper?” He bowed dramatically. She gave his antics a scowl and crossed her arms.

“I need your help, Eddie.” She sighed. His eyes widened, the Sheriff’s daughter needed the freaks help?

Eddie smirked, standing tall and crossing his arms. “And what could I, Eddie ‘The Freak” Munson, possibly help Jim Hoppers daughter with?”

She sighed and leaned her head back, looking at the sky through the trees. “Y’know what? Forget it, I’ll just find someone else.”

As she went to walk away, Eddie quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, talking off as she glared at him.

He put his hands up defensively. “What do you need? I can do it.” The super senior watched her sigh and look at the ground.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” She looked him in the eyes. Eddie thought for a moment, placing his hand over his mouth.

Y/n was an attractive girl, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss a few notes in class because he was looking at her.

“Ok, why me though?” He asked, sitting down and looking up at her.

“My dad can’t except the fact that I’m eighteen and can make my own decisions. If I bring home a guy that’s been caught selling drugs as many times as you have, he’d have a field day.”

It seemed like a good enough reason to Eddie, he did love to piss people off, extra points if they were cops. And even if it wasn’t real, he was still getting a chance with the queen of Hawkins.

“Alright, I’m in.” Eddie held his hand out, Y/n smiling and shaking.

“So daddy,” Y/n started as Jim, El and her sat at the table. “I met a boy, and I really like him, I think he might like me too.”

Jim grumbled, shoving more food in his mouth as you spoke. “I don’t want you dating anyone until I meet them.”

“Well, I’ll let you know everything goes and then maybe he can come over for dinner?” She gave her sweet, good girl smile before Hopper reluctantly agreed.

The next day Eddie had gotten a note in his locker.

“Meet me in the woods after school

- Y/n”

Eddie smiled to himself, folding the note and slipping it in his back pocket. He looked down the hall, seeing Y/n up against the lockers while talking to her friends.

“Finally, I almost left.” Y/n said as she saw Eddie make his way to the table, small metal lunchbox in hand.

He sent the box down on the table, slipping his jacket off and sitting down across from her. “Sorry, I had a deal, and most people don’t feel comfortable doing that around a sheriffs daughter.”

Y/n sucked her teeth and looked down at the table for a moment. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” She said as she played with her fingers. “You need to come over and have dinner with my family, on Friday.”

Friday could not come soon enough, Jim had made dinner for the four of you while El had set the table. Now the only thing to do was wait for you and this mystery boy to arrive.

Both of their eyes widened when they heard loud metal music. Jim’s face turned full of shock as he saw the familiar van in his driveway, him and his officers searching it many times before.

The girl smiled to Eddie as she caught a glimpse of her fathers face. The two had made themselves look as believable as possible, Eddie slipping one of his rings and his guitar pick necklace onto her.

The two walked up to the cabin, Eddie only landing one knock before Jim had opened the door. Y/n smiled up at her father, hugging Eddie’s arm.

“Daddy, this is the boy I told you about, Eddie Mu-“

“Munson. I’m aware.” Jim said, quickly cutting his daughter off as he stared down at the boy.

Eddie smiled politely as he held his hand out to the sheriff. “Is great to see you, Hopper.” The girls father stared down at his hand before moving out of the way to let the two in.

Jim watched as Y/n walked the boy into the living room, where El sat watching TV. “El, this is Eddie, the boy I told you about about the other day.”

Eleven watched as her sister slipped her hand into the boys. “Hello,” she looked up at him, Eddie smiling and greeting her as well.

“Alright, let’s eat.” Jim yelled from the kitchen, Eleven got up quickly, leaving her sister and the boy in the living room.

Y/n smiled at up at Eddie, who was trying his best to hold back a laugh before they made their way to the kitchen.

“So Munson.” Jim said, staring the boy dead in the eye. “What’ve you been up to since the last time I’ve seen you? Back to the usual?”

“Daddy-“

Eddie snickered for a moment before swallowing his food. “No sir, I put all that behind me. After last time I decided to clean up my act.”

Jim stared at him questionably, leaning back in his seat to intimidate him. Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t though, the two grams of weed in his glovebox staying in the back of his mind.

Dinner ended soon enough, Eddie feeling a bit more relieved as it was almost time to go. “Well Munson, it’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want your uncle to get too worried.”

Eddie smiled politely and nodded his head. “Of course. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing.”

“I’ll walk you out.” As the two slipped out the door, Eddie shoved his hand in the girls back pocket. “The plan worked great. Thank you.”

Y/n said as they approached the van. “Of course, who could pass up free diner?” He laughed. “I do know how you can repay me, though.”

The girl raised her eyebrows as Eddie leaned against his van. “Let me take you out tomorrow, for real.”

Y/n smiled at him, leaning up to place a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s a date.” She said, making her way back to the cabin.

“Hopper?” Eleven looked away from the window for a moment, turning to her father who was sitting in his recliner.

“Yeah, El?” He asked, not looking away from the TV.

The younger girl looked back to the window. “Why is his hand in her pocket?” She asked, tilting her head as she watched her sister.

Hopper quickly made his way to the window, his hands gripping the couch and his knuckles turning white. “I’m going to kill that boy.”

If this gets 100 likes I swear on everything I will make a Billy version

Heavy Tipper

Summary// Camgirl sites were nothing new to Bucky, but a familiar face has him tipping heavily and requesting a private chat.

Warnings// maybe angst?, fluff, smut, video call sex, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, Camgirl work, some taunting, roadhead (aka m receiving oral while driving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, kinda face riding?, couple bites, light choking kink (Bucky receiving), light aftercare, fluffy morning sex,

AU// DBF!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Note// this is filth and I’m not gonna say sorry for it. There’s around 4 smut scenes. Oops 😅

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Sure there was a twist of guilt in Bucky’s stomach when he had discovered your live cam show, one he had ignored when he clicked the icon and tipped- heavily.

But, the guilt had surpassed by the time he requested a private chat.

It wasn’t Bucky’s first time on a website like this one. Watching live camgirls to pass the time and relieve some stress was something he did more often than he wanted to admit.

The moment he saw a familiar face in a preview his mouth went dry. Fingers hovering over the mousepad of his laptop as he debated clicking the icon.

A part of him felt guilty watching someone he’d known for three years in such a vulnerable state over the internet. Especially since he was so close with your family that there wasn’t a family gathering he’d missed in that time.

Maybe that was why he kept clicking the tip button until you gave the camera a sweet smile and said goodbye, before he gladly paid the hundred and fifty dollars for a private video call.

The moment you’d accepted the request and saw the broad chest on your screen you knew something looked familiar. The flash of a dark metal left hand and the edge of a patterned throw blanket you recognized as one you’d gifted him on Christmas, making a smile crack across your features.

Bucky Barnes with his head just out of the frame, broad shoulders and thick arms hidden behind a long sleeved shirt.

The same sweet, handsome Bucky who lightly flirted with you every chance he had. The one who the closest you’d ever been to getting a glimpse of what he looked like naked was in his swim shorts in your backyard. Who was now paying to get off with you over a cam site.

He was so caught up in looking over the lingerie set that was different than the live show previously, that he’d forgotten you were there for only him and not a full audience. A soft laugh drawing his attention back. “Gonna let me see, stud?”

His heart plummeted to his stomach when the pet name dripped from your lips like honey. Something he’d heard from you multiple times over the three years he’d been friends with your dad. But- what hurt would it do if you did know it was him?

“Uh- yeah, yeah.” He stumbled over his words, making sure to keep his face out of the frame as he leaned forward to sit his laptop on the coffee table, lifting his hips enough to shove his sweatpants down.

You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your throat when his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, mouth starting to water just at the sight. Tip an angry red and shiny with precum as he cleared his throat, a slight flick of his wrist twisting his hand up so he could run his thumb over his leaking slit. Spreading his precum to let his hand glide easier.

Bucky didn’t know where his usual confidence had went as he listened to the blatant filth you spoke. Everything stuck on his tongue as he watched your hands roam your soft skin. Legs spread wide so he could watch your fingers plunge into your cunt, wishing he could just bury his head between your soft thighs and never move.

“Need you to talk to me- what do you wanna do?” Your seductive tone tore through him, eyes hooded with lust as you looked at your screen. Taking in the way he tugged his cock, thighs tensing when he’d twist his hand just right.

“God, fuck- wanna stuff that mouth, pretty girl.” He grunted out, gritting his teeth to ground himself until you were finished.

A breathy moan sounded through his speakers, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Do ya’? Looks so heavy, stud. Don’ know if it’ll fit.”

“It’ll fit- pretty pussy looks so wet bet I could slip right it.” Bucky was almost choking on his words when your head tipped back in a drawn out moan.

Seeing him in a state like this one set your entire being on fire. Bionic left gently tugging his heavy sac as he furiously fisted over himself, your mind wandering of how his large hands would feel against your skin other than the touches that maybe lasted a little too long- but you still wished would last longer.

Or how those thick thighs would feel cushioned under you, his hips thrusting up into you as his long, thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Taking what he needed and more as he took you apart.

“S’close-“ you panted out, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to pull the coil in your core tight enough to snap. A breathless moan feeding into the mic and through his speakers.

“Look so handsome like this,” you breathed out, riding through the afterglow.

“S-shit- gonna make me fuckin’ come, sweet girl.” Bucky knew how pitiful the whine that pulled from his throat sounded, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d never imagined you’d say anything even bordering vulgar, yet here he was jerking off over a video call with you spilling dirty thoughts from your lips like it was a normal conversation. Talking him through a body tensing orgasm as his release coated his hand and clothed abdomen in thick spurts.

He cursed under his breath as he blinked his eyes open, seeing that you were sitting straighter in front of the camera with a proud smile.

“Hope to see you on here again, handsome.”

Bucky was going to try his hardest not to get too flustered over the belated birthday celebration at your dad’s. Having a beer with him in the kitchen when he heard the from door opened.

“Sorry, I’m late- happy late birthday, stud.” You chirped, gift bag in one hand as your free arm went around his neck for a hug.

“Thanks, sweets.” He chuckled, hand resting on your lower back as you pulled away. “We just ordered food. So, you’re not too late.”

“Perfect timing actually.” Your dad chimed, taking a long drink from his beer.

“This is for you.”

Bucky eyed the bag you held out for him before narrowing his eyes at you. “Thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Like you can actually expect me not to bring you a birthday gift.”

Bucky’s close proximity was driving you nuts, especially after the night before.

His lingering touches and wandering eyes making your heart race over dinner, his breath fanning your jaw and lips nearly touching the shell of your ear when he leaned in to crack a joke.

As you stood at the sink washing the dishes, you could feel his body heat radiating into your back when he stood behind you. Towering over you as his heavy left hand landed on your waist and he leaned down to talk to you.

“Come out for a smoke with me?” He asked, a suggestive tone hidden in his voice.

“I don’t smoke, you know that.” You laughed lightly, turning to face him as his hand dropped back to his side. A smirk curling the corner of his lips.

“Keep me company.”

Nodding, you followed him towards the back patio. “I know you were the one in my private chat last night, Buck. The arm made it pretty obvious.” You said once you’d slid the patio door shut, Bucky glancing at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette.

“You’re not mad?” He murmured, exhaling the grey smoke.

“Well… you single-handedly paid half of my rent last night, so.” You shrugged, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to tug him closer. Looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “How long have you been watching?”

“Last night was the first time.” He took another long drag from his cigarette, looking at the cherry at the end. “A part of me wants to feel bad, because of your dad. But… I can’t even force myself to. Like- I knew you were gorgeous, but goddamn you’re a fucking goddess.” He huffed out, heat burning your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“I mean… just look at you. So cute and precious, but you’ve got a filthy mouth on you, sweets.” Your stomach flipped at his words, large hands caressing your waist before slipping down to grip your backside. “I just wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Gonna tell me what you’re gonna do to me while we’re on my dad’s patio? During you’re birthday celebration?” You teased, slipping your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the taut muscles that laid under smooth skin. “Not something that someone would do to their best friend.”

He groaned quietly, leaning down to talk in your ear. “Don’t shame me for wanting to fuck you senseless. I’d make you forget your own name, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, quickly covering it with a light laugh. “Where was all that talk last night, stud? You were wrecked for me and I never even touched you.”

His grip tightened on your ass to pull you closer. “Keep running that mouth I’ll fulfill that promise of stuffing it.” His tone was low and sultry, plucking something deep in your core as arousal pooled in your underwear.

“You’re the one who paid for me to get you off. Bet you make the cutest faces when you come.” You tested, getting a huff in response.

“Let’s see if you can keep that attitude when I’m done.”

You were quick to gather your things and head to the door once Bucky had finished his cigarette. Poking your head in the living room door where you dad was watching the tv. “Buck is giving me a ride home. Saves me money on a cab.”

“Alright, hun. Be safe- drive safe.” He gave Bucky a pointed look as a heavy hand rested on your upper arm.

“Gotta be a responsible driver with such precious cargo.” He joked, pulling the front door open.

“Drive safe, I mean it!” Your dad called as you walked out, getting a thumbs up in response.

Anticipation bubbled in your stomach during the drive as you leaned your forearm on the armrest. Turned to face Bucky as your fingers danced along the seam of his jeans, gradually creeping closer to the hardened bulge until you caressed it through the straining fabric.

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when you gave him a light squeeze, chest heaving as he tried to focus on the road. “You’re already rock hard. Bet I could get you off before we even get to your house.”

He let out a dark chuckle, right hand moving from the shifter to prod at his belt and unfasten his pants. “Better get to work then.” He murmured, holding the back of your head as you slipped his erection out of the front of his briefs.

Bucky had to will himself to keep his eyes open when your lips wrapped around him, choking back a groan and gripping your hair as your head bobbed.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but the rewarding sounds that filled the small space made every second worth it. His hips rolling up slightly to push further into your mouth, left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight it would be surprising if there weren’t dents where his fingers were.

Luckily there was a red light when the swirling pressure started to crest higher, Bucky’s hand urging you further down in him until your throat constricted around him and hot spurts of his release flooded your taste buds. A drawn out moan vibrating from his chest as his head rested back against the headrest, riding out the aftershocks with gentle rolls of his hips until you pulled away. Cock still twitching as he grabbed your chin in his hand, smashing his lips to yours.

You traced your fingertips over his softening cock as his tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue.

“Told ya’.” You smiled against his lips, his fingers digging further into your cheeks.

“Sweets, your pretty cunt probably can’t take me. Stop being a brat.”

Once Bucky had finally pulled into his driveway, you could feel a nervous twist in your stomach. Not one that made you want to back out, but one that added to the excitement that had your heart pumping since the talk on your dad’s patio.

“You’re clean right?” You asked as you guided Bucky’s shirt up, backing him to the bed as he slipped it off over his head.

“Of course.” He nodded, discarding his jeans and boxers before a hand pressed to the center of his chest urged him onto the bed. Laying on his back, propped on his elbows as he watched you strip the rest of your clothing off and climb on top of him as gracefully as you could. Sitting on his lower abdomen.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin as his hands caressed your sides, ghosting over your breasts to cradle your jaw in his fingers. Pulling your lips down to his in a sweet, tender kiss. Your hands exploring the expanse of his thick chest, feeling every dip under your fingertips as a shiver rolled down his spine from the delicate touch.

A surprised squeak left your throat when he rolled to hover over you. Soft lips and scratchy facial hair tracing your skin as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, sinking his teeth into the top of your breast until you let out a squeal and tried to squirm away.

“Sorry,” Bucky chuckled, soothing over the fresh mark with his tongue before continuing his path down. Pressing your thighs further apart as your twisted his short hair between your fingers. Heart thumping in your chest as he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders and teased everywhere besides where you needed him.

“James, don’t tease.” You groaned, trying to buck your hips to meet his mouth before his bionic left arm draped over your stomach to hold them down.

“M’not teasing, just appreciating.” He breathed out, grazing his teeth along your inner thigh until a needy whine poured from your lips and you squeezed his hair.

You swore you were already teetering on the edge, that the moment you felt his warm tongue against your throbbing clit you’d turn to putty in his hands.

And you weren’t completely wrong-

But, Bucky wasn’t stopping at just one. His mouth not lifting from your cunt as you tried to squirm from his hold, aftershocks never seeming to stop the twitches of your body.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to push him away or keep grinding your hips against his sinful mouth. Lust blown eyes locked on the fucked out look on your face as he nuzzled his face closer, gently shaking his head as your fingers pulled his hair to the point of pain that only made his cock twitch against the mattress.

Your thighs squeezing around his head as you screamed out his name, another body writhing orgasm surging through you as you absentmindedly rode his face. The groan that vibrated against your cunt only adding to the shocks of bliss.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you panted, throat scratchy from the countless highs he pulled from you in less than an hour as he finally lifted himself from between your thighs. Lips shiny with your arousal as he gave you a cocky grin.

“Even sweeter than I imagined.” He breathed out, fisting over himself to relieve some of the ache. “Need’a minute?”

You nodded softly, leaning up to latch your lips to the base of his throat. Hand holding the back of his neck as he let out a content sigh when your other went down to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

“Seeing you tug your cock last night was the best thing I’d seen all week, stud.” You teased, the throaty chuckle that sounded from him making you clench around nothing as his hand replaced yours. Swollen head slipping through your folds.

“Still got that attitude.”

You gasped out when he fully seated himself in your oversensitive walls in a fluid thrust, a guttural moan filling your ears as you tried to adjust to the sudden stretch in the brief time he gave before setting a ruthless pace.

“This cunt is heaven-“ he groaned, gripping your waist as he sat up more. Watching how you stretched around him. His pace bordering brutal as you screamed out for him, hands gripping and clawing at whatever smooth, sweat slicked skin they could reach. Supple flesh of your chest bouncing with each punishing snap of his hips.

Your mind was a floating mess, only able to focus on the delectable pleasure that coursed through you from how perfectly he was splitting you open. Your eyes peaking open to watch his blissed out features- jaw slack to let almost pornographic moans fall out and chest slick with sweat as he fucked into you.

The soft clink of his dog tags being drowned out by the salacious sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your cunt. Your shaky hand reaching up to hook your fingers in the chain, tugging him down to you for a sloppy kiss. Swallowing moans and sharing breaths as your hand slipped up to wrap around his neck and apply a little pressure to the sides.

It took Bucky off-guard, but only added to the building pleasure in his abdomen. Managing to move his fingers to your clit as he found the spot in your walls that pulled the most reactions and fucked into it.

Over and over until an orgasm hit him so hard he thought he was going to black out for a moment. Holding himself up on his left forearm as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled into you. Your teeth digging into his bottom lip and nails carving down his back as you rode through your own.

Taking a minute to gather his bearings and blink away the stars in his vision, Bucky slowly pulled away. Heart beating so hard and fast he thought it would pound out of his chest if he moved too fast.

The shocks of bliss were still wracking through you as he slipped from between your thighs. Smooth metal and warm flesh hands caressing over your form as you draped your forearm over your eyes.

“You okay? Need anything?” Bucky silky voice was barely audible over the dull ring in your ears as you shook your head. Relishing in the way he was making over you as you came down from the final mind blanking high.

Gently massaging your thighs as he looked you over, so gorgeous and fucked out. Skin radiant with the post orgasm glow as you laid bare in front of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl. A hot shower will help.” He cooed, carefully helping you up and out of bed. Biting back a chuckle as you stood on wobbly legs.

But even the deep ache in your abdomen didn’t stop your teasing tone. “Knew you looked handsome when you come.”

Your body was still sore as you shifted around in the comfortable bed, the shower from the first round not stopping another two before both of you tapped out from exhaustion.

Bucky’s bare form was pressed in close from behind as you looked over your shoulder. Being met with a kind smile and those enchanting blue eyes as he laid on his side, propped on his elbow.

“Watching me sleep like a creep?” You teased as he grazed his knuckles along your upper arm. Earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Wore me out last night. Don’t think I’ve gone three times in one night in years.” He hummed, pressing his fingertips under your jaw for you to tilt your head back before tilting his head and locking your lips with his for a brief kiss. “Be nice if we could do this again.”

“Maybe we can.” You mumbled, barely shifting your hips to press against his half-hard cock.

“I think I have one more in me- what about you?” He suggested, hand going to grip the outside of your thigh.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Can just slip in how we are right now.” Bucky breathed out, hand slipping up to grope at your chest and erection pressing into your ass.

“What are you waiting for then, lover boy?” You purred, feeling his hand go between you before his tip prodded your already slick folds.

It was more intimate than the night before- hips slowly rolling into you as he grunted quietly in your ear. Gradually urging your front to the mattress until his sturdy frame was waving over your, stomach brushing your back as he started to grind into your ass. Staying buried deep to keep his tip pressed into the sweet spot furthest in your walls until you reached a breathless orgasm.

“Feels s’perfect being inside you. Don’ want anyone else now.” You whined at the slip of words, hand reaching back to grip the supple flesh of his ass as he filled you with his spend again before pulling away. Fingers grazing along your spine and a tender kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“You wanna be mine, sweets?”

—————

@duchessoftheheart @uhhnahhthnx @magicaleternal @cwbucky @marvel-3407 @thefallenbibliophilequote @goldylions @rbookgirl23 @missusbarnes-rogers @auriel187 @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @littlemissthistle @cupcakehinch @chunky-yet-funky @thegirlnextdoorssister @emmywinningengineer @spideysimpossiblegirl @treatbuckywkisses @simplyparker

༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 23.9K + 7.1K in blurbs

𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ​˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/3)

(1/3)

(2/3)*

(3/3)*

Alternative DARK version*

What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2

Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

bubbles

a lil about steve

marking*

typical jungle boy behaviour*

little hand

baby fever?

his mind, body, and soul*

9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)

steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #what a world drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst

All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*

Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

We Aren’t Friends

A/N: ummm thank you so much for the amazing response to “Vanilla”!! I’m pretty certain it’s my most popular piece to date and seeing the response just makes me want to write even more. So please comment and reblog, because while likes are awesome, the reblogs boost visibility and the comments just make me happy 😂

Summary: you’re the good girl- good grades, well behaved, picture perfect princess- and you’ve been paired with the boy who you have nothing in common with for a school project. Eddie Munson was infamous and you stayed in completely different social circles. You always thought he hated you and your type until you saw him with Chrissy Cunningham. Why could he be friends with her and not with you? Why did you even care?

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy?, mentions of drug use and bullying, no spoilers really

“Alright so meet with your partners to discuss your plans for the project going forward…and might I remind you, this is worth forty percent of your final grade,” you teacher told the class. You looked over at your partner- Eddie “the freak” Munson. He sent a wink your way and you sighed; this was going to be harder than you thought.

“Okay so I know you’re not really into the whole doing good in school thing so how about I just do the project and slap your name on it?” You suggested.

“While that is a tempting offer, sweetheart, I have a feeling our ever so observant teacher would notice if it doesn’t have my own personal touch,” he said, nodding over to your teacher who was already glaring at him.

“Fine, um, we could meet at the library right after school is over. I know nights don’t work for you because of your club.”

“You know about that?” He asked, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

“You’re not exactly shy about it, Munson,” you laughed. “So library? After school?”

“Works for me, gorgeous.” He winked at you again before grabbing his bag and leaving the room. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were actually looking forward to seeing him again.

Your life was incredibly dull in comparison to his. You were just different, and there was nothing wrong with that. But a part of you yearned for something more exciting. Maybe Eddie could at least provide some entertainment for a while.

You found yourself waiting at the library for almost 15 minutes before he sauntered in, smelling him before you even saw him. You looked up at him with a scowl but he looked like he didn’t care, which he probably didn’t.

“Well now I only have 45 minutes before I have to get going so just sit down and listen to my ideas. I’m still suggesting I do most of the work because it’s worth a bit part of our final grade and I need to nail this,” you rambled.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, sweetheart. I have a feeling you could flunk this project and still pass the class.” He sat down in the chair across from you with a smirk.

“Yes well I’d rather not flunk it and keep up with my good grades. I know you don’t give a shit-”

“The princess swears!? I never would’ve guessed!” The smile on Eddie’s face only grew when you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe your bad influence is rubbing off on me already,” you said with a small smile.

“Keep hanging with me, sweetheart, and I’ll completely ruin you.” You knew he meant it jokingly but you couldn’t stop your stomach from doing a flip.

So for the next week and a half you guys met after school in the library like clockwork. He promised to show up on time if you promised to listen to him talk about D&D from time to time. It wasn’t something you understood, but you liked the way he talked about it with passion.

He gave you music recommendations and you, in turn, shared notes with him for some other classes. You told him your favorite movies and rolled your eyes when he snickered at your choices.

Sometimes in class, he’d find you looking at him and he’d wink or just shoot you a smile. Once when he heard you giggle when he rolled his eyes at the teacher, he made it his mission the entire rest of the class to make you laugh. Everyone looked at you like you were crazy but the smile on Eddie’s face was worth it.

As you got to know him a little better, it stung a little more when you would hear the jocks picking on him in the halls or at lunch time. His eyes found yours one day in the lunch room and you sent him a sad smile. You could see the hint of pain in his eyes but he shrugged it away as if it was nothing.

You weren’t quite sure why you felt so sad and angry when you saw him being bullied; maybe it was the growing friendship between the two of you or maybe it was your own growing feelings for the man.

Either way, you decided to go over and check on him. Your own friends asked where you were going but you brushed them off, making your way across the cafeteria.

“Hey Eddie. I just wanted to say that those guys are absolute assholes and you shouldn’t listen to anything they say,” you said with sincerity. His club members looked between the two of you and you knew other people were staring as well. Eddie looked at you and coughed awkwardly.

“Uh thanks, (y/l/n).” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked around at the leering eyes of your fellow students.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” You asked. He gave you a small nod before quickly walking off. You thought it was weird but maybe he was just upset from the bullies. You shrugged it off and grabbed your bag, heading to your next class.

Later that day, you waited in the library for fifteen minutes. Then thirty. Then forty-five. You grabbed your books and shoved them in your bag, slamming the door on your way out. Part of you worried something had happened to him, but another part questioned why you even cared.

You had just made it to the parking lot when you noticed Eddie’s van on the far end of the lot. Eddie was leaning against it with a wide grin, talking to someone in a cheerleading outfit. You looked closer and noticed it was none other than the queen of Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham.

So he couldn’t be friends with you yet he could run around with the most popular and pretty girl in town, blowing you off in the meantime. You tried to push down the pain bubbling up inside your chest, jumping in your car and speeding out of the lot, right past Eddie and his new friend. You knew he saw you but you didn’t care.

You trudged up to your room and instantly drew yourself a bath. You lit a few candles and poured in your favorite scented bath bubbles. You needed to calm down before working on your project. It needed to be finished with or without him- preferably without him.

After a decent soak, blasting your music to drown out any unwelcome thoughts, you threw on your fluffiest bath robe and sat down on your bed with your books in front of you. Your parents weren’t home so you could just relax without anyone bothering you.

What felt like hours went by, when in reality it was only forty-five minutes. Your album was nearing its end so you got up to change it. You happened to look up in the mirror and let out a ear splitting scream when you noticed a man standing in your window.

“Woah, calm down! Open up!” Eddie called out. You stood there clenching your chest trying to find your heart.

“What. The. Fuck. Munson!!” You screamed, flinging the window open.

“You didn’t answer your door! I was knocking for like fifteen minutes,” he said, climbing into your bedroom.

“So you climb onto my roof, you psycho?!”

“Okay, I can see how that appears mildly concerning. But I just wanted to talk to you and I didn’t have your phone number so-“

“Because we’re not friends.” His face instantly fell into a frown.

“What?”

“You don’t have my number because we’re not friends. I don’t even know how you figured out where I live to be honest. We were partners on a project, which I will finish tonight, and that’s it,” you said, trying to act as neutral as possible. Maybe if you just cut everything off you could squash whatever feelings were bubbling up inside of you.

“Is this because I blew you off today? I honestly got a little distracted and forgot and I feel totally horrible.”

“So you’re trying to justify it by saying you got distracted and forgot? I guess I’m just not as important as queen Chrissy.” You couldn’t help the venom in your tone and you could see something light up in his eyes.

“Are you jealous of Chrissy?” He asked flat out.

“W-what?” He took a step closer to you and you matched it, only to run into your bed. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you were in nothing but a robe. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared down at your feet.

“Is that what the problem is, gorgeous? You’re mad because I was with another girl?”

“No, why would I care about that?” You snapped.

“Because you care about me?” You thought you heard a hint of hope in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.

“Yeah right, Munson. I’m mad because I told you how much you mean to me this project means to me and you just didn’t care enough to show up. So I’m going to finish it and hand it in to the teacher so we can just be done.”

“(Y/N), it was a drug deal and nothing more.” He tried to reach out for your hand but you recoiled.

“Yeah, right. Like Chrissy Cunningham would buy drugs. And you’re the one that decided we weren’t friends when you blew me off in the lunch room.”

“Okay, let me explain!”

“No! You’re done explaining. This really isn’t a big deal. We’re just going to go about our lives pretending the other doesn’t exist, just like before. So please leave.”

“Sweetheart-” when you finally looked up your heart broke to see how upset he looked. You wanted to take it all back but you knew in the long run this was for the better.

“Just go.” You went over and opened your bedroom door, motioning with your hand for him to leave. He stood there with pleading eyes and it took all of the conviction you had to not break down. “Go!”

He slowly walked past you, looking like he had something to say, but whatever it was, he kept to himself. Once he was out of your room, you slammed the door behind him. Once you heard your front door close, you collapsed on the floor with a sob.

Why was this hurting so much? He was nothing to you- just the freak you were paired with for a class project. You could tell yourself that over and over again, but it would never make it true. You had fallen for Eddie Munson, and you just kicked him out of your life for good.

Were you protecting yourself? Maybe. Were you overreacting? Probably. One thing was certain though, you couldn’t change what happened so you’d have to learn to live with it- to live without him.

————————————

Angst?? From me?? Never!

Anyone want a part two? 😏

Please reblog and comment!

life’s too short to be embarrassed you read x reader fan fiction. live ur life and date as many imaginary boys as u want

i hate those posts that are like "what if your mother aborted you?" because it's LIKE. i value my mother as having her own agency above my existence simply because she came first. if she aborted me, id be fine with it because in the fucking hypothetical of un-existence & knowing, id rather her have access to safe abortion than having to carry & birth when she didn't want to like wtf kind of egotistical question is that. do u not value yr mother in the least. whatever joys you've gotten out of life aren't greater than yr mother's choice

—do i even have a chance?

summary: you’ve found him and he was sure he didn’t have a chance

warnings: usage of pet name (sweets), fluff, hint of an angst, body insecurity, cute dates, alpine, smut, mutual pining, masturbation, fingering, oral, size kink, praise kink, chubby!bucky || minors dni 18+

a/n: thanks to @bloomingbucky and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for their helps, don’t forget to comment/reblog 🖤

Keep reading

Period Pain (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Warnings: Very anatomical discussion about what a period is, cramps

Y/n groans and burrows deeper into Eddie's blanket, curling up into a little ball as she tries to conserve warmth. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, where she clutches her stomach, trying to prevent the cramps. 

Y/n's boyfriend, Eddie, watches from across the room, almost frightened at her state of paralyzation. They had began spending much more time together in the past month, more after school hang-outs, even weekend sleepovers. But suddenly, she stopped being her usual, energetic self and reverted to some little gremlin-hobbit...thing.

"A-Are you okay, Y/n?" Eddie finally asks, having had enough of being confused by what was going on. "Are you sick or something?"

"I'm on my period, Eddie," Y/n's voice sounds from under the pile of blankets she's hidden under.

Eddie blinks, scouring his minimal archives of female knowledge for any knowledge of "periods." It proves mostly unsuccessful. At his silence, Y/n rolls over and narrows her eyes. "You do know what a period is, right?" She asks tenatively.

He blinks at her once as a sheepish smile overcomes his face. Y/n sits up, adjusting the blankets around her and fixing Eddie's Hellfire Shirt, which is slung over her frame (which Eddie finds incredibly sexy, mind you). "Sit," she says, patting the space on the bed beside her.

He does, scooching close to her and leaning up against the wall his bed is pushed against. He looks at her with those big, puppy dog eyes, those eyes that say "I am listening to every word you say and am utterly, hopelessly devoted to you. Please continue with your thoughts."

"So once every month, the female body goes through a cycle called ovulation. It's when our ovaries, which are right here," Y/n begins, taking Eddie's hands and placing them right beneath the little bulge in her stomach. "Release eggs that travel through the fallopian tubes, which are here," she continues, guiding his hands along a little squiggle that leads to his hands resting right above her pubic bone. "While this is happening, the lining in the uterus, which is here, thickens to prepare for a fetus, or baby.

"If the eggs that were released don't get fertilized, then the thicker uterus lining detaches and sheds itself. Because it's part of the body, it's covered in blood, and that release is called a period, or menstration. It usually lasts for about a week. The uterus contracts to release the lining, making us have cramps. And our estrogen levels, which are the chemicals that make us female, are higher, which can make us a little more...irritable," Y/n finishes, Eddie's ringed hands still resting on her stomach. The cold rings seep through the thin fabric of the shirt, sending goosebumps up her arms.

Eddie's eyes are muddled with two different emotions. One of horror and one of pure fascination. "Uh, one, that's...awful. And horrible. And partially gross. Not you but just the...ritualistic blood bath. And you're so strong for dealing with that every month," he says, pressing a kiss on Y/n's face after every sentence, much to her giggling delight. "Two, all of that knowledge stored in that big, beautiful brain of yours is really hot," he says, gently shifting her underneath him.

Y/n laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing him to kiss her. "Having my period usually means I don't want to have sex. It's too much of a hassle to have to clean up," she whispers, making him frown and playfully collapse on her.

"Babeeee," he whines, looking up at her with big eyes. "Then why did you have to go all smart, Ms. L/n on me? You know how I get when you use your big girl voice."

"My 'big girl voice?' What is this, third grade?" Y/n laughs, pushing Eddie off her so he's on his back beside her.

"Well, what about cuddles? Can you do that?" He asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Those are the best," Y/n says, throwing a leg and arm over him and cuddling up, placing the blanket back over him as she closes her eyes. Eddie's arms wrap around her, holding his girlfriend close to him as his own eyes close in contentment. 

\\2 Months Later//

Eddie places his finger on his calender, dragging it to the current date and tapping his finger on the note. "Y/n's Blood Bath," it reads. He grabs the keys to his van and heads outside, starting up the car and driving to the local pharmacy. 

He wanders the aisles, looking for some direction. After another cycle, Eddie began to pick up on the pattern that Y/n went through, and observed what she had to make her feel better. Besides a ridiculous amount of quality time with Eddie. 

He finds himself in the feminine care aisle and begins browsing the shelves, completely confused, but wanting to help Y/n in any way he can. So, he buys a big bag of pads and tampons. Walking over to the drug aisle, he buys a large bottle of Ibuprophen. Finally, he buys a jumbo family size bag of her favorite chocolates. 

Once Eddie gets to check-out, the clerk eyes Eddie with uncertainty, slowly beginning to scan them. Eddie, the smug little shit he is, just flashes them a shit-eating grin, rocking on his heels and paying for it in whole. He gets in his car and places the bag on the passenger seat, kicking the van into gear and driving off to Y/n's house.

Darkness has settled over her neighborhood as he parks outside of her window. Getting out of the car, he can see the lights on in her room through the drawn curtains. Picking up a rock on the lawn, he tosses it at her window, repeating it 3 more times before Y/n throws open the curtains to see Eddie standing below her. 

He smiles up at her and waves, holding the bag above his head and shaking it. Y/n opens her window so that he can hoist himself into it, landing ungracefully on her floor. "Eddie?" She whisper-yells. "What are you doing here? What's this?" She asks, helping him up.

He looks down at her and pushes her hair behind her ear with a little smile. "Your Knight in Shining Armor has arrived, m'lady. I've got all the essentials, those weird products that almost got me kicked out of CVS, chocolate, pain medication, and the best part...me," he says, spreading his arms.

Of course, the hormones almot make Y/n start crying, her eyes filling with tears as she launche sherself into her boyfriend's arms. "Eddie, this is amazing! Thank you so much, babe!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty great," Eddie sighs, hugging Y/n back and kissing her forehead with a small smile.

\\The Next Day//

Y/n winces at lunch, leaning her head on Eddie's shoulder as her body contracts with a cramp. Eddie looks down at her in concern. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Forgot the meds," she mumbles, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.

Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes and rummaging in the inside pocket of his jacket. "You're lucky you take up about 90% of my brain space," he says, subtly pressing 2 pills in her hand. "Who's the best boyfriend?"

"Oh my god, you are," Y/n says eagerly, planting a big kiss on his lips that leaves Eddie bright red and the boys at the table whistling.

\--/

The bell trills 3:00 pm. Y/n eagerly pushes out of her chair, grabbing her backpack and making her way through the throngs of people in the hallway before she gets out the door, the mild warm weather of the afternoon seeping into her pores.

She walks through the parking lot to where she finds Eddie leaning against his van, waiting for her. Her chest deflates in relief at the sight of him, knowing that she'll be able to relax with him in his trailer, and that he'll take good care of her.

"Hey there, m'lady," he says, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss on her lips, playing with Y/n's hair. "Ready to go home?"

"Please," is all Y/n says as she gets into his car.

Once they get into his trailer, Y/n immediately changes into one of his shirts and slips under the covers, getting comfortable and making herself at home. Eddie rummages through his drawers and pulls out two of Y/n's favorite movies with a smile. "Movie night?" He suggests with a smile.

At 6:00, Eddie heads into the kitchen to make some frozen dinner. He can't cook, come on now, but he tries his best, and that's enough for Y/n. So they sit on his bed together, watching movies, eating dinner, and talking about their day.