I’m killing boys - Jennifer Check

Welcome to the dark side ~ 𝙲 ~REQUESTS ARE OPEN ~ 18+

[moodyabbott]

i made this to respond to a tiktok comment for one of my edits. sharing with u guys too lol

[nessa007]

@staff

[sergle]

u good?

girl obviously not

[jodielandons]

THAT'S SO RAVEN (2003-2007) S3E10 'True Colors'

[imanisays]

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH YALL!!!

[kosmogrl]

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[livesuffer]

[pughsbelova]

writing smut knowing the only experience i have is from my imagination and tumblr

[fishgummy]

i love this type of post

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2024 tomorrow

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2025 tomorrow

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2026 tomorrow

[redvelvetrevolver]

[dumbledoresugarbaby]

can someone help me find a 2 part dark!bucky / winter soldier x reader fic? the first part was essentially the reader was living in this cabin, away from her past life with hydra etc. but she felt someone was watching her, and it was the WS slowly tryna make her feel like she was going crazy. he was lingering around her cabin, and she would keep getting security alerts like movement on your front door! but would go and and check and nothing was there. she was drinking some drink and he moved her coaster around in the house. she confronted her therapist about feeling like she was being watched but the therapist said that's just her pattern of coping w her trauma. in part 2 she decides to reach out to the town sheriff who was was described to have like golden locks, was eating a muffin or something at a cafe. she tells him about feeling unsafe and he's like ill protect u dw. and then that day when she comes back to her house and she takes a shower and after the shower she looks in the mirror and bucky is standing behind her and then it's like noncon dark smut and he threatens to kill the sheriff guy if she ever talks to him again 😭 i remember it so vividly and it's PISSING ME OFF that i can't find this fic.

pls someone help a brotha out

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[generaljenobi]

[lazerblues]

Happy aniversary you dumb fucks @staff

[true-king-of-monsters]

Happy anniversary, you stupid fucks!

[homopower]

[backseat-burner]

happy anniversary

[dialupmodern]

happy anniversary shitheads!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[chalkboard-wolf]

Happy anniversary peebrains

[backseat-burner]

lmfao shoutout to whoever queued this in 2022 and destroyed my notifications today <3

[heldbybarnes]

I see your mating press imagine and I one up you with a trio ——— Bucky and his ridiculously high breeding kink, fucking the reader in a mating press WHILE she’s ovulating. Good lord 🤤🤭🙈

dream date for real....i mean what?

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You don’t tell him you’re ovulating.

You try. You swear you try. You even open your mouth once—right before his hands cup your hips in the kitchen and he rumbles something sinful about how warm you feel through your shorts. But then his thumbs press into the dimples of your lower back and your brain goes soft and fizzy and, well… the moment passes.

But Bucky knows.

Of course he fucking knows.

He’s been able to smell it all day—your scent sharper, sweeter, practically clinging to him every time you get too close. When you brushed past him on the couch earlier, murmuring something about laundry, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. When you stood on your toes to grab a mug from the top shelf, his vision went white around the edges.

And now?

Now he’s hovering over you on the bed like a man seconds from snapping.

“Babydoll,” he rasps, metal fingers sliding under your thighs, “you sure you wanna keep starin’ at me like that? ’Cause I’m real close to losin’ whatever restraint I had left.”

You swallow. Your thighs press together. And Bucky—oh, he laughs. Low. Dark. Knowing.

“You smell fuckin’ fertile,” he growls, leaning down to drag the flat of his tongue up the side of your throat. “Sweet little thing’s ovulatin’, hm?”

You jolt.

He smiles against your skin.

“So that’s a yes.”

Before you can protest, he’s picking you up—effortless, like your body belongs exactly where he’s putting it—and laying you across the bed. Your knees bend instinctively, legs opening just enough to make his pupils blow wide.

“Jesus,” he murmurs. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet enough to drip.”

He runs two fingers along your slit, and the slick sound is obscene. His cock twitches visibly against his stomach.

And then?

Bucky Barnes gives you the filthiest, dirtiest, most reverent look a man has ever given a woman.

“Get ready for me, honey,” he murmurs. “Daddy’s gonna put you in position.”

You don’t even get time to process the “Daddy.”

His hands slide under your knees—warm palm, cold vibranium—and he folds you in half like you weigh nothing. Ankles hit the mattress above your head, thighs pressed tight against your chest, hips tilted into the perfect angle for him to ruin you.

A full, perfect mating press.

You gasp, curled open, exposed, vulnerable—but fuck, fuck, so wanting.

“Bucky—”

“Shhh,” he coos, lining his cock up with your dripping entrance. “Gonna give you exactly what your cute little body is beggin’ for.”

He pushes in slow, almost teasing, until he sees your eyes roll back.

Then he bottoms out in one deep, heavy thrust.

Your scream is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you through it, hips already pistoning in short, brutal strokes that hit your cervix with perfect precision.

“Fuck—fuck, Bucky— slow—”

“Can’t,” he pants into your shoulder, voice shredded with need. “You feel too fuckin’ good. Warm. Tight. Grippin’ me like you’re tryin’ to milk me.”

Your body jerks with every thrust, the angle so intense you feel him in places you didn’t know existed.

He braces all his weight into the press—your knees pinned nearly to your shoulders, his chest flush to your thighs, cock spearing into you again and again and again.

“Meant to tell you,” he chokes, thrusts faltering for a second, “but I—I been thinkin’ about this all week. ’Bout you ovulatin’. ’Bout fuckin’ you like this. ’Bout fillin’ you till you can’t hold it in.”

Your whole body shudders.

And he feels it.

“Ohhh,” he groans, eyes rolling back. “There she is. My pretty girl gettin’ all dumb ’cause her body wants mine so bad.”

He thrusts harder.

The bed hits the wall.

Your breath comes out in broken, high-pitched whimpers.

“That’s it,” he praises, fucking you through every twitch. “Take it, babydoll. Take daddy’s cock while he stuffs you full.”

You swear you feel him in your ribs.

Your back arches so sharply his arm immediately slips under to hold you up, his dog tags swinging against your throat with every movement.

“Bucky—please—please, I’m gonna—”

“I know. Let it happen.” His voice drops to a growl. “Wanna feel you gush on me. Wanna feel you squeeze me 'til I can’t pull out.”

Your orgasm hits violently—sharp, shaking, soaking his abs, your moan almost voiceless.

And Bucky breaks.

“Fuck— sweetheart—sweetheart, you’re— oh fuck—”

His hips slam forward once, twice—

Then he buries his cock impossibly deep and stays there, jaw dropped, breath stuttering.

You feel the first hot rush of him fill you.

Then another.

Then another.

Thick and heavy and endless.

He groans—almost pained—his forehead falling to yours as he pulses inside you.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, shaking. “You’re takin’ every drop. Good girl—such a good fuckin’ girl—”

You’re still trembling when he lifts his head.

Still pinned in the press.

Still full.

And Bucky?

He’s staring at where your bodies are joined like a man watching a miracle happen.

“…It’s not enough.”

Your eyes widen. “Bucky—”

“No, honey, shhh.” He brushes your hair back, voice soft but wrecked. “I’m not done. You’re ovulating. Your body wants more. I can feel it."

He pulls out just an inch—just enough for a bead of his cum to leak down your ass—

He watches it.

He growls.

And slams back in.

You scream his name.

He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head, and fucks you slow and deep, each thrust designed to keep his cum right where he wants it.

“I’m gonna put so much in you,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. “Gonna make you feel so full you can’t walk. Gonna fuck you until your body gives out from tryin’ to take me.”

You’re crying now—pleasure, sensitivity, the overwhelming heat of him.

He kisses every tear.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, voice soft enough to melt your bones. “Tell me you want it.”

“I—want it—god, Bucky, please—”

His smile is sinful.

“Good girl.”

He rolls his hips just right—deep, grinding, devastating—

And you fall apart a second time.

Your walls clamp so tight around him he curses loudly, rutting into you in broken, desperate thrusts.

“Gonna—fuck— I’m gonna fill you again—”

Your orgasm drags his out of him, hot and heavy and more than before, spilling so deep you swear you can feel it hit your womb.

He collapses over you, still inside, still caging you beneath him, still holding you in the mating press like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

For a long moment, all you hear is his ragged breathing.

Then he presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“…round three in a minute,” he whispers against your skin, smirking. “You’re not done. I can feel it.”

You don’t know whether to cry, laugh, or beg for mercy.

But the truth is?

Your hips roll up into his on instinct.

And Bucky chuckles, eyes darkening all over again.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing you slow and devastating. “My perfect little breeding toy. Daddy’s gonna fuck you all night.”

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