You live in a dorm with a shared bathroom and you are walking back to your room from a shower. ‘Doll, maybe you lost something!’ Chris Beck is walking behind you holding your black lace panties between his fingers. He is the smart cutie in your class, living in the same dorm. You reach out to get back your stuff with a heavy blush on your face. ‘Thank you!’ You whisper. ‘Are you wearing something equally sexy now?’ His voice is eager and you smile devilishly. ‘Are you gonna let me find out?’

plumfondler:

This is cute and sexy and someone please write this. As a mash up with that @xgminigypsy post that killed me this morning.

@plumfondler can I? 🙂

Sebastian is away for the award shows now, spending more than a month away from you, waiting for him in New York. After the long weeks he finally come home and you walk to the door to greet him. You barely could say hi to him, when his hungry lips are on yours, pushing you to the nearest wall with a shaky moan. ‘Tell my you don’t wear any underwear, doll.’ Seb groans, sliding his hands under your robe. ‘Thank god! I’d have hated to ruin them.’ He purrs as his hands running freely on your body.

plumfondler:

“No you wouldn’t,” you smirk as he kisses down your throat.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he grins, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, taking long strides to the bedroom.

A Messed Up Place | Masterlist

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Pairings: Bucky x Reader || Steve x Reader

Summary: Bucky was never supposed to develop feelings for you. This was supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement. How can he possibly get on with his life when you’re not by his side?

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A fic in which the relationship between you and Bucky goes from bad, to worse, to downright confounding.

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: Descriptions of sex, dub-con at some point, death, a whole lot of angst.

Notes (sorry there’s a lot of them):
Firstly, this was written for #annies2kbirthdaycelebration. My prompt was: Lacanian love (you want them to want you).

Secondly — guys, if you know me well enough, you know that I take great pleasure in making my readers cry (not really). I love me some good ol’ angst. This is a train bound straight for the land of the broken-hearted. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Thirdly, because my schedule is crazy hectic right now, updates for this series will not be as regular as my series have been in the past, and each chapter is probably going to be relatively short, by my standards. I’ll try not to leave too big of a gap between each chapter, but no promises. Hopefully you understand.

Lastly, this series is going to be written largely from Bucky’s POV, just because I felt like something new. Still gonna be reader-insert, just trying out new techniques. Do let me know what you think.

Chapters*:

Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Epilogue

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Works Inspired By This One:

A couple of gorgeous edits, by the equally gorgeous @buckingoffthebed

Okay, so, I just read all the 14 chapters in one sitting, because, Oh, my God! It is fantastic! I loved every moment of it. I love the style you wrote this, and I feel terrible about Steve, but also the agony of Bucky during the whole time broke my heart. The sex scenes are ver steamy and the angst is painful, the fluff is just too sweet. I’m dead. Thank you! ❤