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The "BECAUSE SEX WITH ANDY" defines me way too much
But omg
What... happened?! She was fierce, and then scared, and then horny, and then soft and horny and I was here like.... I'm also soft and horny I want a Andy for myself to?!
I've been a good girl where's my blackmail?
Kinktober Prompt 18: Blackmail w/Andy Barber
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7,651 (WHAT THE FUCK???) Summary: You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dub con. Blackmail. Mention of minor character death. Hand job. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Soft!dark Andy Barber. AU. Dark fic. 18+
A/N: Hellooo, my pretties! So this fic is based on a dream I had a few of months ago. It was originally about mob!Steve, but the more I mulled over this idea and hoed with @angrythingstarlight the more I was like fuck, I need to write me some mob!Andy! Also also, we’re playing with soft!dark here, and I will always and forever credit @giorno-plays-piano for that concept living rent free in my brain 🥴🥴 Enjoy! I love you! Also I can’t believe I’m still writing Kinktober fics in January. Maybe I’ll just draw it out till Kinktober 2021 at this point 👀
P.S. Y/F/N = Your father’s name
It was only a few days after you buried your father when you woke to the sound of gunshots in your family manor.
You blinked into the darkness of your room, listening so hard–so intently–that the silence was deafening.
Then the sound of raised voices from downstairs rose up. Your mother’s anguished cry. Your younger brother’s frightened shouts. Gruff male voices that you didn’t recognize.
You were moving before your brain caught up with your body, the satin of your short sleep dress pulling against your thighs as you slid from bed.
You were careful as you slipped from your room, knowing the converted attic, and the back stairway that led down into the pantry hall behind the kitchen, could be noisy and draw attention, which was the last thing you wanted.
Especially since you didn’t know what you were walking into.
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Just sending you some love, Dibs 😘
Also, imagine being seated between those thighs on a nice summer day *swoon* 🥰
How did I miss this ask? 😳 I love ya Carly 💞
But yes, sitting between his legs would be absolutely divine. Drabble time!
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You were a scorned woman, set to marry the Prince. You were bred to rule beside a man, raised for the Crown. Hands unmarked of any labour, dress ironed and laying perfect over your figure and your virtue intact; you were the vision of a proper lady who would one day be a Queen.
The winds of scandal were sudden and took your life by a storm, ravaging your reputation and life in one fell swoop, and you were ruined. The woman who would have lived in a castle became a name whispered with suspicion, pity and scorn.
Sherlock did his best to save the last shreds of your dignity, proving your innocence and worth to the society. But a fallen woman is not easily raised, and your dreams of being a Queen were dashed away.
You didn't know what to do with your life then, having no further need of royal etiquette lessons. You found yourself leaning on the one man who had promised to salvage your image. He was witty, sharing the details of his cases that took your mind away from your future that seemed shrouded in fog.
Carriage rides, walks in the park, you didn't know when it happened when you stopped thinking before taking his hand and resting your head on his chest. His strong arms seemed to be the only thing holding you together.
You figured that he looked like a Prince too, with his curls fluttering in the summer breeze as he watched you approach him under the tree. His pipe was smoking and you felt jealous of it for it felt those sinful lips over it way more than you did.
"What are you thinking?" He asked you, offering you a hand and bringing you down to sit between his thighs. Strong muscle surrounded you, and his eyes pierced you like sunlight through rolling clouds.
"Don't you already know, Mr Holmes? They say you know everything." You whisper, bringing his pipe to your mouth and blowing smoke on his face. He smirks, holding you close and nuzzling your neck.
"Your mind? Yes. Teach me to read your heart." He said.
You shifted to look at him, your beacon of light that parted the clouds that surrounded you. His lap felt a way more worthy throne than the one in palace would have.
"For you, my heart is but a mirror. You'll only ever see yourself there."
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Autism Speaks: They spend most of their money on researching a way to eliminate autism, heighten the stigma against autism and don’t have a single autistic person on their board (x)
Please support other, better charities, and feel free to add any others you can think of to this.
Jesus Christ I definitely have a thing for dark Jensen now 🥵
What kind of dark individual would Jake Jensen be, I reckon he be like cyber stalker and with his military training kinda scary combo for a guy after you but when you meet him his like this awkward guy having trouble stringing a sentence along in his awkward yet charming way an when you find out what's happening what are you going to do he's best friend is a sniper. Do you know anyone who has written a dark Jensen
Ohhhh! I love this dark HC for Jensen!! I’ve always had trouble picturing dark!Jensen, but this is such a brilliant concept that I can totally see!!! Thank you for sharing it, my hoe brain delights 🥴🤤
I’ve not come across a lot of dark!Jensen fics. The only one I know of is the in progress series Hiding by @bonkywobble 😍
Fellow hoes, any other dark!Jensen recs?! Please share if you have any! 😘🙏🏻
You are perfect the way you are. There is no “too much” or “too little” way of being you.
You are not too loud, you are not too proud, you are not too visible or too obvious or too You. The fervor with which you live your identity is a beacon of light for those who love you. You are not too silent, you are not too secret, you are not too discreet or too tame or too You. The truth of your identity is always carried within you every single day.
You are never wrong in the way that you live your Pride.
Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish followers. May the next several days bring you light and blessings.
Was this supposed to make me sad or horny? Because I'm really confused
I kinda want to cry, it's so sad!! 😭
But Steve
Kinktober Prompt 16: Sex Pollen w/Captain Hydra
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3,853 Summary: He wasn’t your Steve, not anymore, but as far as he was concerned? You were his and always would be. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Sex pollen. Dub-con. Smut. Angst. Unprotected sex. Dark!Steve Rogers. AU. 18+ only!
A/N: Sooo this may or may not be an AU ficlet from my Harsh Truth series. 👀You don’t need to read that (there’s only one chapter so far lol) for this to make sense, but if you sweat for Captain Hydra!Steve like I do, you may want to! Either way, enjoy! 😘
You never regretted an error in judgment more than you did right now, curled in on yourself, your body on fire, the pain and desperation burning through you so fiercely that you bit straight through your bottom lip until your own blood coated your tongue.
You could blame another long, lifeless week filled with missions and debriefs and training.
Filled with loneliness and sorrow, and the sharp edges of grief.
You were tired. Exhausted, really. A shell of your former self.
A far cry from the agent–and lively woman–you had once been.
You didn’t stop and think that it was strange for a flower delivery to come so late at night. Stranger still that they were just left on your front step instead of a delivery person waiting for your signature.
But you had been so mesmerized by the familiar arrangement and bright splash of colors. You’d cradled the bouquet to your chest, your vision already blurring with tears as you remembered the first time Steve had surprised you with this arrangement, this small gesture of his love for you.
It was like a tortuous form of muscle memory as you held the bouquet close, pressed your face to the soft petals, and breathed in deep.
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The feels on this one! The angst, the hope, how my heart skipped
Fucking Ransom and the way he is written in here he could totally have my heart
@stargazingfangirl18 is definitely one of my favourite writers 😍
Say It
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader Word Count: 3,039 Summary: You went and caught feelings and scared Ransom away…and then he shows up at your door at four in the morning. Warnings: Explicit language. Angst with a happy ending. AU. Soft!Ransom.
A/N: This is for the lovely @just-one-ordinary-fangirl ‘s 500 followers celebration. Congrats, sweet soul! I so appreciate you and your kindness and hoeing. Thank you for hosting this challenge. Enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
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Supernatural 05.22 → Swan Song
The devil doesn’t know or care what kind of car the boys drive.
I may or may have not teared up a bit
This is so sweet and an awesome reminder that there are no ugly people, only a judgemental society
How do you think Lee or any of your characters will react to an ugly reader (like me)?
Ugly reader? I'm sorry but I've never heard of such a thing. I don't think I know anyone in this world I would term ugly based on appearance. You, my lovely, gorgeous anon are beautiful and I will not stand for anyone calling you ugly, not even yourself.
You wanna know how the boys will react to you? Read on.
Steve Rogers: The moment he hears you call yourself ugly he stops what he's doing and just looks at you. He frowns, looking almost confused as he gazed at you. He takes your hand and pulls you into his massive chest, brushing your hair back so he could see you clearly.
"Ugly? You? The girl who shines so bright she lights the world around her, you're calling her ugly? Who gave you the right to talk about my best girl like that eh? No one compares to you, not from back in the 40s, not today. You’re the beacon of light that keeps me grounded doll. Gotta show you how beautiful you really are"
And he proceeds to do just that.
Bucky Barnes: He heard you say to Nat that a dress won't look pretty on your ugly body. That night, he sneaks in your room and crawls inside the covers with you, holding your body tight to his. He took your in his and metal one, lips at your ear.
"What do you see when you look at me?" He asked.
"A broken beautiful man deserving of love" you answered automatically. He tips your chin up so that he could look in your eyes, the tenderest of look swimming in the blues.
"I see the same when I look at you. I see a woman who found the most scarred man and still loved him. I see a woman so pure I fear I'll taint her with my bloody hands. Never call yourself ugly, never again."
Lee Bodecker: Lee straight away snorts when you call yourself ugly. He rolled his eyes at you as he swiftly gathers you in his arm and sits you on his lap. He takes his hat and puts it on your head, the rim falling loose and slipping over your forehead so he had to push it up with a finger.
"You're the only pretty thing in this shitty town. You've got a heart as big as my tummy" he takes your hand and pressed it into his soft flesh "you're the only one whose smile I'd both die for and kill for. Ugly my ass, you're the most beautiful gal I know and you're all mine".
Ransom Drysdale: "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked when you said you look ugly. You look at him aghast, not expecting the outburst. He stepped closer, putting his arms on either side of you and looking at you intently.
"Have you met my family? My fucked up, greedy aunts and uncles? Have you met my mother? They wear a thousand dollars clothes and still manage to be the cheapest people I have ever met. And you? You can wear a burlap sack and would still be the prettiest flower because you found it in you to love a shitty brat like me. Now come here so I can show you how beautiful you are."
Andy Barber: He was driving when you made the comment, the word ugly said almost unconsciously. You blinked when he stopped the car, turning to look at you.
"I've studied law for over nearly two decades and there are two things that I know are wrong with them. The first one is that it should be illegal for anyone to be as beautiful, as amazing as you, and the second that it should be a punishable offense for anyone to call such a woman as yourself ugly. I'm a lawyer, trust my judgement. Nod if you understand."
You nod, he smiled and restated the car, one hand reaching over to pull yours in his lap.
Tony Stark: He knocked over the lab apparatus he was working with and stared at you incomprehensibly. He had that expression on his face that he reserved for idiots who didn’t understand his science lingo.
"What the hell are you on about? Sweetpie, you love a man who made weapons that killed hundreds. You gave me your love when I didn't deserve any. You gave my kindness when I didn't deserve any. You think anyone who's ugly could do that? I'll book an appointment with the ophthalmologist, you need to get those eyes checked."
Loki : He was in the middle of polishing his blade and the moment the words "I am ugly" passed your lips that blade shot out and embedded itself in the opposite wall.
"i am a man of magic. I can create the most unthinkable illusions with my mind and hands, and yet no matter how proficient I get, I'll never be able to create something as beautiful as you. You need to stop talking like this, I don't like it when people disrespect those that I hold dear."
Sherlock Holmes : He shut the newspaper he was reading and put it on the desk behind him as he pinned you with his stare.
"When I search for something, I usually get it because I have a gaze that doesn't miss much. My every quest for beauty and love has led me to you. My mind and heart have never seen anything as beautiful as you. I am Sherlock Holmes, I don't lie. Believe me when I say you haven't got an ugly bone in your body.”
He opened his arms, asking you to come to him.
“I am a detective, let me show you the evidence of how utterly breathtaking you are.”
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So my dear anon, I need you to shut up about this. You’re not ugly. You are worthy and amazing and beautiful and all things nice in this world.
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#look at how the child running in tiny (•ˆ⌣ˆ•)
Congrats hun! Captain America would be proud of y'all!
Also how about 'monster cock' with Steve? I know I have no class😶😶
Monster Cock
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Summary: It was big, and you couldn’t stop staring.
Warning: Explicit language. Sexual themes. 18+
Teaser
“Jesus,” you squeaked, unable to look away from the monster cock before you.
Steve could feel his blush heating up his chest and face, even his ears were burning.
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered, not quite sure what to say. “I uh, well, you know how I am with these things.”
You blinked owlishly, finally pulling your gaze from the big screen TV that was playing some ridiculous monster cock porn. You glanced over at Steve, smiling as he held our three different remotes for you.
“I don’t understand why there’s so many for one device.”
You giggled, picking the main remote and quickly shutting off the porn.
Steve actually sagged in relief when you fiddled with the buttons and CNN lit up the screen.
“I wasn’t watching that, by the way,” he gestured faintly toward the TV. “It just started playing when I was making my smoothie.” He thumbed over his shoulder toward the communal kitchen.
You glanced between the kitchen and the TV, then to the little red light that indicated one of Tony’s many easy to miss surveillance slash Jarvis devices.
“I have an idea what happened,” you muttered. “I think Tony was messing with you.”
“When isn’t he?” Steve rolled his eyes before moving back toward the kitchen.
Feeling mischievous, you tagged along, leaning against the counter across from him. You watched as Steve grabbed a handful of kale from the big bag on the counter as he went about finishing his smoothie.
As nonchalantly as possible, you asked, “So was that your first time seeing a monster cock? Or do you see one every morning when you shower?”
You giggled as Steve completely missed the blender and dropped his handful of kale on the floor.
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I feel like there is a difference between Trump supporters and people who voted for him. I think he made a mockery of the presidential office, but I still voted for him, because under Biden, my family could have been severely negatively impacted, even more so than under Trump. It saddens me, because I always feel attacked that I voted for him, even though I think actual Trump supporters need an intervention. I just had to do what I felt was best for my family. I'd love your insights here.
There is a lot to unpack here and I do have a lot of insights into this so:
First I wanna say that the ironic thing is that while you feel that Tr*mp is going to be better for your family he is also at the very same time, severely negatively impacting mass groups of people, me and my family included, and when I say negatively impact I mean he puts people lives in my communities directly in danger
I’m genuinely curious as to what negative impact Biden would have caused for your family that pushed you to vote for the president again
I’m a black woman and a Latina and it’s really scary and mind boggling to me that for you and for many who voted for him the first time and this time around, his blatant racism and xenophobia and lying isn’t a dealbreaker for you
It’s a different kind of reality seeing and hearing him and his supporters vehemently agree that Mexico is crawling with murderers and bad people, separating children from their families and then failing to reunite them all even still, or to hear him use racist dog whistle terms about black people and back law enforcement and call us thugs and not address the root of our outrage, it makes my stomach hurt
As does hearing him speak about other countries, seeing his racism and xenophobia and hate shine through in his actions and policies from LGBTQ+ rights to women to quite literally everyone and every issue, that carries weight, that has consequences that will last far longer than you realize
If a man like that is someone you still vote for even if you think he’s a mockery, even with how terrible he is, even with right wing white supremacist groups supporting him, even with how many lives have been lost due to his negligence, that means the life/lifestyle, you lead really needs to be thought about and given a look at
Bc your words are telling me that you and your family walk through this world at the expense of a million others, what’s the price others will have to pay for the way your family will benefit off a white supremacist system of government held up not challenged by Tr*mp?
You can tell yourself you’re not like his supporters, you can say there is a difference between voters and supporters or his fanatics all you like but the truth is that they’re two sides of the same coin. I just think those who say they vote/voted for him but don’t like him as a person or don’t agree with him all the time are better at lying to themselves that they aren’t complicit or contributing to the hate he sows everywhere he goes
Many who have studied fascism or come from countries/been through periods of history where fascist governments and leaders were in power have said numerous times that we are already several stages into the process of becoming a fascist country under him and there is no amount of benefit to your family or any other group of people that man could provide that will make the choice of voting for him ever ok
Tr*mp is a symptom of a larger disease in American society and government and how its systems work since it was founded all the way to now, I am wary of Biden for many reasons and him taking office will not change the fact that behind the presidency the same sickness in how this country operates still remains, but Biden isn’t a fascist and can be reasoned with, he’s a million more times likely to actually listen and can begin to undo the damage Tr*mp has done and that is the only right choice for the greater good
There’s a reason you feel so attacked for voting for him and a reason why there’s such strong pushback and it’s because it’s not just a difference of opinion or party or policy, real people will suffer under him and they have been, we have been and I just can’t find room to feel sympathetic or play nice with those who vote for a man and an administration that don’t want people like me in their ideal world view
Hairy Pawter and The Chamber of Fluffs
“I solemnly swear that I am up for a sandwich.” ~ Hairy Pawter
“Just because you have the emotional range of a litter box doesn’t mean we all have.” ~ Purrmione
“From now on, I don’t care if my kibbles spell, ‘Fluff’, they’re still going in my tummy where they belong”. ~ Ron Meowsley
I'm needing it now
Needing it
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader
Summary: You need some post-mission relief right now, and Bucky is happy to oblige.
Words: 176
Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, fingering, light dirtly talk, Bucky’s thighs of betrayal… need I say more? 18+ only
A/N: Short and sweet today for Day 25 of Kinktober, Thigh Riding, for @the-ss-horniest-book-club. Damn him and his delicious thighs, am I right??🔥 Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!❤
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“Bucky,” you gasped, keeping your voice low. His thick thigh between your legs, tac pants rough against your bare core. Rough, but so damn good.
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Rioting is happening in philadelphia for Walter Wallace. He was shot 10+ times by police while his mother stood by and begged them not to shoot. Witnesses say he had a knife but he was not near police nor was he coming near them. There was no attempt to de-escalate the situation before he was murdered.
Police have lost control of the city, and at least 12 police are in the hospital after altercations with protesters.
No one is talking about the situation. It is not trending. There is barely any media coverage for the situation, all information I have received has come straight from people living in Philly.
Raise awareness, look into the situation, speak up. Philly is in the midst of a revolution and we are hearing nothing about it.
Geralt can admit that it isn’t his greatest escape plan. But being pushed back towards the waterfall, there are few other options for him and Jaskier to escape alive.
Rocks tumble over the side into the rushing white waters. Geralt sneers at the edge. He should have known what the angry mob was doing. Should have guessed it. Stupid. And now, Jaskier and himself are standing at the world’s edge with no where to go.
No where to go, but down.
Geralt looks towards the trees, can already see the crowd of 30 gaining on them.
“Geralt, think of something, will you!” Jaskier’s voice is a shrill thing in his ears. But the is a cover. Fear wafts off of him, though less so than an average human.
It is this reason that he grabs hold of the bard and throws the both of them over the cliff.
Falling from this height is more terrifying than Geralt anticipated. There’s hardly any control he can take. Jaskier is screaming beside him. It lasts a moment, barely an instant, before they plunge into the icy cold water.
The world around him spins. There is no sense of direction. No up or down. His only tether is to Jaskier, whom he refuses to let go of. He will not lose him in the rush of the river.
It’s a fight to the surface, with his armor and his friend, but there have been more difficult battles. The next problem is swimming to the damn shore, but the rocks are slippery and Jaskier refuses to help. Though, he may be in shock.
He’ll deal with that later.
Finally, he pulls them both ashore. Geralt gasps for air, more out of panic than anything else. For a moment, all he can do is lay on his back and look at the sky. His gaze shifts from the bright blue of it to the top of the cliff. There are no signs on the angry crowd. He can’t properly hear them with the rushing water. Even if they were to come after himself and Jaskier, they will have plenty of time to make their escape.
“Jaskier,” Geralt calls out. They should dry off. Get going. Figure out a plan on how to get their belongings back. He turns his head to the side, waiting for the oncoming flood of complaints.
Silence.
“Jaskier.” He sits up, discomfort and discombobulation forgotten. Silence rings in his ears. The bard is always making noise. Singing, humming, tapping. His heart beating. But now, his lungs are quiet in the orchestra that makes up Jaskier.
Geralt scrambles over to Jaskier’s side and turns him over. His head lolls. But he’s still alive. His heartbeat, weak as it is, is still thumping. There’s still time to fix this. Panic, alien and intrusive, has to be pushed down and away.
There’s a trick Geralt learned many years ago in Skellige. Something about… pulling the water from someone’s lungs. He’s never had the use for it before now. Tries to remember all of the specifics.
He tilts back Jaskier’s head, pries open his mouth, pinches his nose, and then leans down to breathe air into his lungs.
Geralt can see from the corner of his eye Jaskier’s chest rise and fall with each breath. Does that mean it’s working? He continues regardless. (This can’t be the end.) Almost dizzy from lack of oxygen on his own, Geralt raises his head and takes a deep breath before returning to Jaskier.
It’s with this shared air that Jaskier finally sputters to life, turning to his side and expelling river water. He coughs violently, his voice rasping. Relief floods Geralt. He is going to have to thank Crach an Craite one of these days.
He’ll have to visit Skellige again. (Go to the coast?)
Now that Jaskier is okay, Geralt has little idea what to do with his hands. He places one on Jaskier’s shoulder. Runs his thumb back and forth in what he hopes to be a comforting motion. “Jaskier?”
Jaskier rolls onto his back and closes his eyes. Taps his fingers against his chest. Breathes. Then, “Did- did I-” Another cough. “Did I imagine things… or did you just kiss me back to life?”
Geralt removes his hand from Jaskier’s shoulder and frowns. “That is not what happened.”
Jaskier, the bastard, opens a single eye. Shining with mischief. Geralt wants to wipe that smirk off of his face. “So you didn’t put your mouth on my mouth?”
“That’s not how that works.”
“True love’s kiss, what a beautiful thing!”
“Jaskier.” Geralt looks away, unable to withstand the joy Jaskier is exuding. “We have to go.”
“Truly, Geralt, I wasn’t sure you had it in you. And here we are! Me, alive and… well, not kicking yet. You may have to carry me. Or, oh! Why not kiss me again? If one kiss brings me back from the brink of death, surely-”
“Jaskier-” This is neither the time or place to talk of… such things. He takes a deep breath in slowly. “Just. Shut the fuck up.”
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i know ur not taking requests right now . but if i could just get a CRUMB of meeting ransom at a halloween party... a hc, a drabble, a fic, IDC i am so desperate for this. i need to know what he’d dress up as. please i am begging
Bwahahaha I could feel your shameless hoe desperation, nonnie, and I couldn't just leave you hanging. Consider this your very own Halloween treat 😘
Trick or Treat?
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader Word Count: 2,943 Summary: You’d rather be anywhere else than a Halloween party thrown by rich Boston elite, but luckily a pretty asshole with a lame Halloween costume keeps you entertained. Warnings: Explicit language. Sexual themes. AU.
You didn’t even want to go to this Halloween party.
It wasn’t your normal scene and you had very little in common with rich Boston socialites. But your best friend had begged you, pulled out the puppy dog eyes and pouting lower lip and everything, and damnit! You couldn’t say no to her when she did that.
And she knew it.
She also promised it wouldn’t be as bad as you were already assuming, because her cousin was throwing the party and her cousin was awesome.
Her cousin was also a rich Boston socialite who lived in an actual facts manor on the edge of the city.
Your mouth literally gaped as you struggled with your costume as you got out of your friend’s car.
That was another thing you weren’t crazy about - wearing a costume. You hadn’t done that in years. But when you told your friend you would just dress in your scrubs and be a nurse for Halloween, like you were every other day of your life, she nearly rioted.
So you’d called in a favor with another friend, one who was a local theater director and gleefully helped you comb through his costume department to pick out something to wear to the party.
And you would be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit in love with the extravagant renaissance dress. It was from a Shakespeare play you couldn’t remember the name of, and it was actually very pretty and fit you surprisingly well.
But as you continued to gape at the many expensive vehicles filling the circular driveway, the type of high end cars you would never even ride in, let alone own in your lifetime, you couldn’t help but feel out of place.
And that feeling only increased as you followed your friend inside the manor and realized your pretty dress was a far cry from the various sexy Halloween costumes donned by the other women at this adult frat party you just stepped into.
You froze in the entryway, eyes so wide you were sure you resembled a cartoon character, as you glanced around.
There were people everywhere. Filling the excessive manor, with their excessive alcohol, and the too loud music making the floor vibrate beneath your feet.
“I just wanna find my cousin and say hi,” your friend chirped, adjusting her sexy witch costume as she grinned at you. “Go find us some drinks, and maybe a couple of sexy vampires or something to take home for the night, and I’ll catch up with you.”
“You’re not seriously going to ditch me as soon as we get here?” you scoffed.
“I’m not ditching,” she promised. “I’ll be right back!”
And then she was gone, lost in a sea of sexy doctors, sexy Red Riding Hoods, and sexy…you squinted - was that a sexy SpongeBob Squarepants costume?
“Oh my god, why did I agree to this?” you muttered to yourself, realizing that a few people nearby were smirking at your more traditional--and conservative--costume as they whispered to each other.
Feeling your face warm, you hitched up your dress and shimmied through the crowd. There were drink filled coolers, kegs, and tables laden with snacks and food throughout the space, so you grabbed a beer, just one, cause your ditching BFF could get her own, and planted yourself in a corner of one of the less crowded rooms.
It looked like some kind of sitting room and, bored from the party and trying your best not to make eye contact with the drunk, sleazy looking spartan a few yards away who was eyeing you up like a prime rib, you hedged around the perimeter of the room. You observed the various family photos and awards as you idly sipped your beer.
You were trailing your fingers along a familiar book on the built-in bookshelves when a voice suddenly spoke to your left.
“So what’s your deal? You an exiled princess? Or a lonely queen? I could probably help with that second one.”
You started, straightening and glancing over to find a ridiculously attractive man staring at your chest.
He was tall and lean, his shoulders broad and encased in an expensive looking maroon sweater. His dark gray slacks were perfectly tailored, hinting at muscled thighs and long legs. His dark blonde hair was neatly swept away from his face, his pale skin a beautiful practice in sharp lines and perfect angles.
He was, quite simply, the most handsome man you had ever seen in real life, and you fidgeted to be in his company.
His blue eyes finally lifted from your cleavage as he took a pull from his beer, and you remembered his question about your costume.
Your gaze narrowed. “I’m not exiled or lonely, I’m just--”
“A stuck up prude?” he guessed, eyes sparkling as your mouth fell open.
“Well who are you supposed to be?” you cried, waving a hand at his normal attire. He stuck out like more of a sore thumb than you did.
A smirk slowly curled his lips and he stepped closer, invading your personal space as he met your gaze. With a perfectly straight face, he replied, “I’m the guy who’s gonna be balls deep in that uptight pussy by the end of the night.”
You spluttered wordlessly, torn between the embarrassment that warmed your face and suppressing your giggles, because this guy was ridiculous...even as a tiny part of you rippled with excitement at his lewd declaration.
Because, honestly? You’d never had a man that pretty show you a lick of interest.
His snicker of amusement that he momentarily struck you speechless made your gaze narrow further. You rolled your eyes as you shoved him out of your space, very purposefully ignoring just how warm and firm his chest felt beneath your touch.
“In your dreams, asshole,” you snorted before hurrying past him in search of your friend.
Your search stretched on, and after what you guessed was fifteen minutes or so of your friend being MIA, as well as dodging a number of lecherous comeons, you needed air.
Even if that air was abnormally chilly for an evening in late October. You decided you’d much rather risk frostbite than spend one more minute inside that fancy manor with all those smug, outrageous partygoers.
Which is why you hedged away from a small group of people smoking a joint just outside of the manor and wandered around the side of the large home. Relief eased the tension from your shoulders as you found the dark, chilly grounds around you empty of anyone else.
With a quiet sigh, you leaned against the cold, gray stone of the manor, hugging yourself as you shivered in the evening chill. The grounds seemed to stretch on forever, in what you assumed were rolling hills of perfectly manicured grass, but you couldn’t really tell in the dark. There was a lake in the distance, and for a split second, you wondered what it would be like to be this rich.
It’s not like you were struggling financially. You lived comfortably, and you appreciated everything you had. You actually really loved your job as a nurse and enjoyed working hard and helping others on the daily.
But still...what would it be like to drive home to this at the end of each day?
It was a concept you couldn’t even compute, and didn’t spend a lot of time trying to.
Another round of shivers shook your frame and you crossed your arms tighter over your chest.
“You look cold, sweetheart.”
Your head snapped up, spying the pretty asshole from earlier rounding the side of the manor and sauntering toward you. He was wearing a long, tan coat, a colorful scarf draped around his neck, and your jealousy at how warm he looked was instant.
He kept coming closer, until he was standing right in front of you, no more than a foot away. His gaze dropped to your chest once more, which was now put on further display with your arms tightly hugging yourself to fend off the cold.
It was your turn to snicker, at his complete lack of shame. “I finally figured out your costume,” you said. “You’re a guy who can’t take a hint.”
He laughed. “You can call me ‘Ransom,’ princess.”
You blinked. “Is that actually your name?”
His eyes narrowed as he took an exaggerated step closer, his front brushing against you and making you straighten. You pressed yourself against the stone behind you even more, trying to keep some distance between the two of you.
It was strange, the gentle malice shining in his gaze as he planted his palm on the wall beside your head. It was so different from the smug amusement you’d witnessed in him thus far.
Ransom leaned in close enough that his body heat was chasing the chill from your body, and you shivered again, but this time it wasn’t from the cold.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?” His hand fell to the curve of your hip, gently squeezing and you froze. “Wonder if you’ve got the talent to back it up. Feel free to drop to your knees and show me. For science.”
“Oh my god!” You half laughed, half gasped, trying to shove him away. “You are so disgusting!” Your eyes narrowed when you realized how ineffective it was - trying to push him away.
In fact, he only pressed closer, until your hands were pinned against his stomach and he was smirking down at you.
You huffed your defeat and instead glared up at him for all you were worth.
“Sticks and stones,” he faux pouted, chuckling as you gave him a waspish gaze.
You opened your mouth to tell him where he could shove his sticks and stones, but Ransom swooped in and kissed you quiet.
You were so stunned you went still, your breath catching at the warm play of his lips against yours. And then he was smiling against your lips and forcing his tongue into your mouth, until it was teasing your own and…
Well, sadly this pretty asshole was a very good kisser.
It was like all of your objections and offense literally evaporated as he worked your mouth with the filthiest, most thorough kiss you’d ever experienced in your life.
You moaned, prying your hands from between your bodies so you could touch him. One hand slid around the nape of his neck, the other groping his chest, exploring the muscles beneath.
Ransom hissed quietly as your cold fingers found their way beneath his scarf and collar and onto his bare skin. “Jesus, you’re fucking freezing.” He remained close, forehead pressed against yours, noses knocking.
You found your body curling even closer to him, craving relief from the cold, until you were flush to his chest, his coat now keeping you warm too.
“That’s my actual costume,” you murmured. “A frigid bitch.”
Ransom laughed, the amusement back in his eyes as they danced at you. “You’re funny, princess.”
You stared up at him, your hands tracing the smooth, luxurious fabric of his scarf. “Y/N,” you finally offered.
Ransom repeated your name softly, his lips curling into a hint of a smirk, but still more of a smile. “I’d be happy to warm you up. In fact, my house is fairly close and I have a very impressive fireplace.”
“Is ‘fireplace’ some kind of weird sexual innuendo or…”
“Why don’t you come home with me and find out?”
“It’s lame of you to prey on my hypothermia,” you told him.
“I’m pretty shameless when it comes to getting what I want,” Ransom returned. His fingers pressed into the curve of your hip, scorching you through the thick fabric of your costume. “Or who.”
At that, you grinned. “I have a feeling you’re used to getting what, or who, you want, Ransom.”
“You’re not wrong,” he smirked.
For some reason, you found his arrogance amusing, and oddly charming. Maybe you really did have hypothermia and it was affecting your judgment...or maybe that steamy kiss had thoroughly short circuited your brain.
And, if you were being honest with yourself, it was kind of fun, this sexy banter with a pretty asshole. More fun than hiding in the corner of a too loud party full of strangers.
“Sorry to say you’re gonna need to thaw me out a little more before I agree to go home with you,” you told him, gently pushing at his chest.
Ransom’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you, lips pursed with disappointment. “Meaning?”
“Meaning baby steps, Casanova,” you smiled mischievously, unable to help yourself as you gripped the lapels of his coat and tugged him close. “It’s gonna take more than a lame Halloween costume, lots of arrogance, and a decent kiss to get in my pants.”
“Decent?” Ransom scoffed, glowering as you pushed him away and stepped around him.
You immediately missed his body heat as the cool night air engulfed you.
“You always that enthusiastic for merely decent kisses?” Ransom huffed.
You hugged yourself tightly, glancing over at him with a wry smile as you blatantly ignored his question. “Does your car have heat?”
He blinked, thrown off by the change in subject. “...yes?”
“How about we sit in there and warm up, because I’d literally rather throw myself in the half frozen lake than return to that party.”
Ransom couldn’t suppress a smile. He shook his head, sighing as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets. He followed as you moved toward the front of the manor, then the driveway.
He pointed out his beamer, hand touching the small of your back as he guided you toward it. Then he was standing too close and pinning you against the passenger door as he dug around in his pocket for his keys.
“That kiss was way more than just decent,” he muttered, tugging his keys free. “You were practically putty in my hands. And those little gasps and moans, just from a kiss…”
Your face warmed as you blinked up at him, because he wasn’t wrong. It had been entirely too long since you’d had a kiss like that, let alone actually gotten laid. And just the thought of breaking your dry spell with this silver tongued Adonis was enough to make you shiver in delight.
Getting a whiff of his musky cologne as he shifted against you, you felt his hand sneak to your hip again. His proximity shielded you from the cold, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, just a little.
“Just imagine the noises I make when someone’s balls deep in this uptight pussy,” you teased on a quiet murmur.
Ransom’s breath caught, his grip on your hip squeezing hard as his gaze seemed to go dark with desire before your eyes. “Didn’t take you for such a tease, sweetheart.”
“What’s wrong, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”
He smirked at your playful jibe, wedging his knee between your legs as he unlocked the passenger door. Even through the thick layers of your dress, you felt a dull ache spark to life in your core as Ransom’s thigh pressed against you with purpose.
“Mmm, careful, princess, you’re playing with fire.” His head dipped closer, lips hovering so close to yours you swore you could taste him. “You keep mouthing off like that, do all that teasing with no follow through, and you may just get burned right up.”
“Don’t threaten this frigid bitch with a good time,” you quipped. Your heart skipped a beat as Ransom smiled, white teeth flashing as those perfectly plump and tempting lips of his curled.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun,” he hummed, his thigh pressing against your core hard enough to make you gasp. You didn’t resist as his hands cupped your hips, rocking you against him as his mouth teased along yours.
Your eyes fluttered as he kissed you, much slower this time. He took his time tasting you, gently pulling you apart with his lips and tongue, swallowing your needy little mewl as you wound your arms around his neck and yanked him close.
When Ransom finally pulled away, you were both panting. You pressed a hand to your chest, like it would quell the rapid pace of your heart, your underwear thoroughly ruined and sticking to you uncomfortably as Ransom’s leg moved away as he straightened.
“Better than decent?” he taunted, smile smug as you stared up at him, a little dazed.
You blinked, and then snorted in laughter as you processed his words. “I’ll give you and your ego a moment,” you giggled, patting Ransom’s chest before tugging open the passenger door and carefully folding yourself, and your dress, inside.
Ransom stood there, gazing down at you before ducking low, so his eyes could meet yours. “The thing about my ego, sweetheart? It’s completely justified.”
His grin was wicked as you stared at him.
“You’ll find out soon enough, once I completely and thoroughly ruin you.” His thumb skimmed your kiss swollen bottom lip, his eyes still glued to yours. “And then you’ll fucking thank me for it. As you should.”
You pressed your thighs together, warmth rushing through you and your earlier chill forgotten entirely as Ransom fucking winked at you before closing the door. And as he sauntered around to the driver’s side of the car, you couldn’t help but stare, fanning yourself just a little as you realized he may have just thawed your frigid bitch exterior a tiny bit more.
And you were totally okay with that.
Lol yer girl can’t write a short drabble to save her fucking life. 🤷🏻♀️
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Bucky’s New Bike
Warning: smut, explicit sexual content, oral- female receiving, unprotected sex, explicit language (must be 18+) complete shit writing but this was for my own indulgence....
• your boyfriend Bucky just got a new bike
• the type the you had always heard people call crotch rockets
• you weren't really into bikes, but Bucky loved them
• you didn't mind, as long as he didn't get grease everywhere
• Bucky loved the stupid thing, maybe even more then you
• the amount of time he spent tinkering with the damn thing was kinda making you jealous
• ‘Buck, come on' you whined, bouncing your leg, arms crossed impatiently as you stood in the garage, waiting on your boyfriend
• he had promised to take you out tonight, but that was an hour ago
• 'I hate this stupid bike' you scowled, turning to leave the garage, when Bucky grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him
• you crashed into his hard body as he planted a kiss to your lips
• 'is my baby jealous?' He smirked down at you, resting your foreheads together
• 'you don't pay attention to me anymore' you pouted out your bottom lip
• 'come here' he smirked, dragging you to his motorcycle, and spinning you around, pressing you down until you were sitting sideways on it
• Bucky kneeled down in front of you, reaching up your skirt and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties
• your breath quickened as he pulled your panties down your legs and off your body, stuffing them in the pocket of his leather coat
• Bucky bunched your skirt up to your waist and looked up at you as the pad of his thumb found your clit
• you bit your lip, stifling a whimper as you watched him hungrily work over your clit
• 'that feel good, baby?' He smirked, dipping his thumb into your cunt, spreading your slick back up over your folds, your mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure
• Bucky leaned in, planting an open mouth kiss to your clit and your body jolted, moaning as your hands went to his hair, tugging
• 'fuck, Bucky' you whimpered, rutting your hips into his mouth
• Bucky hummed, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass at the sides of your hips
• 'please, baby' you panted, leaning back to give him better access to your cunt, gripping the bike for stability
• Bucky licked a long strip up your folds before rocking back on his haunches and staring up at you
• you looked down at him with glossy eyes, thighs trembling to keep yourself upright
• Bucky stood, pulling you up as a whimper let your objections be known
• 'come here, baby' he chuckled
• Bucky ran his hand from your waist down your skirt over your bare leg until he landed on your lower thigh
• Bucky hooked the back of your knee with one hand, throwing your leg over the motorcycle
• 'no, Bucky' you started to protest, but he climbed on behind you, pressing his bulge into you, you felt it twitch as you rocked your ass back into him
• Bucky leaned over, starting the motorcycle and you felt in rumble between your legs
• 'Bucky, What are we doing? I don't want to drive it' you said, as he reached around bunching your skirt up your body
• you gasped as the cool metal of the bike was against your hot sex
• Bucky wrapped his hand around you gently massaged your folds upwards, you gasped again as the cool metal kissed your clit
• you head the unzipping of Bucky's pants as you rocked forward, enjoying the vibration between your legs
• you startled as you felt his cock spring free from his pants and rut into your ass cheek
• ‘you gonna be good for me, baby?’ Bucky groaned, fisting his cock
• ‘yes’ you panted, hands gripping the bike as a giggle escaped your lips, the combination of vibration and cold metal against your center was overpowering your senses
• 'fuck' you moaned as Bucky revved the engine, sending vibrations straight to your core
• Bucky pushed you forward and ran his seeping cock through your slick folds, sliding into you as you rubbed your wet pussy, grinding it into his bike
• 'that's it baby, make a mess on my bike' he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside your clenching walls
• Bucky's large frame towered over you as he fucked you deep, leaning over his bike, grinding you into it
• you leaned forward, eyes rolling back from the sensation of Bucky's dick deep inside you as the bike continued to vibrate your clit towards a toe curling orgasm
• ‘let go for me, baby’ he groaned, pinning you to the bike as he rutted into you, vigorously
• your body began to tremble as you cried out his name, orgasm ripping though your body
• Bucky’s hips faltered as he snapped up into you meeting his own hot release as your pussy fluttered around him
• you were slumped over, clinging to the bike, completely fucked out and unable to move
• Bucky lifted you off the bike and cleaned you up before carrying you upstairs
• Bucky couldn’t help but admire the shiny slick spot of arousal left on his bike
• mumbling something about his bike never looking better
If I need to say this I'm probably not
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inspired by @cillianmurphyss
the witcher season one + favorite quotes
In the common room of Stark Tower:
Tony: *claps his hands and stands up from the sofa* Alright peeps! Travel plans for today
Cap: *exasperated* Tony... we are still in Lockd...
Tony: SHUSH! Travel plans for today. To the windoooow *slides over* to the waaaall *slides again* then I might go down the haaall... *catwalks away*
Loki: *stares*
You: I think Tony lost it...
Loki: I don't know...I honestly am thinking about something similar.
You: ...
Loki: *grins*
Cap: Oh no. Mischievous lookin...
Loki: Shhh shhh shhh! Travel plans for today *moves in front of you*
You: *looking into his eyes*
Loki: From the sofa to a shed *galantly bows to take your hand into his own* Now I take you to my bed.. *winks and magics the both of you away*
Banner: *stares with a can of whipped cream in hand still spraying his waffles *
Loki: *reappearing already shirtless* Let me take this.. *disappears again*
Banner: Dammit....
Why This Chris Must Go
I didn’t post this until I’d waded through seventeen different sources - including The New York Times and California political donor records (which are public) and wasted too much time that should have been spent harassing my daughter about her homework. But there was a joking little Twitter poll about Which Chris Must Go? that went viral when people starting posting about Chris Pratt’s political and “spiritual” leanings. I was on the fence about Pratt since he abruptly divorced Anna Faris and left their special needs son to hastily marry Katherine Schwarzenegger. Then, he joined the GOP Schwarzenegger family’s church, The Hillsong Church, which considers LGBTQ+ an “offense against god” and advocates for electroshock therapy to get rid of the gay. (Remember that barbaric shit? Even my backwards ass state banned it.) He also works with Jews for Jesus, who attempt to convert people from the Jewish faith to Christianity (I guess with electroshock therapy, since that’s working for the gays, right Chris?) Aaaand, he and his adorable bride donated a heavy chunk of change to Trump’s 2020 re-election campaign. I’m no political scientist, but that sounds like a pretty staunch support for this psycho to get re-elected. Frankly, I don’t care. That’s not why I’m disgusted.
It was quite the backlash. And so guess who leaps to his defense? Some of the rich, white straight guys from Marvel. Robert Downey Jr. who initially posted “Fuck you all.” in response on his Instagram account deleted it before adding this lovely moment of concern. My sweet Mark Ruffalo (oh, Mark, how could you?) did as well.
You know who didn’t leap to his defense? Brie Larsen. Tessa Thompson. Zendaya. (Nor any of the other Chrises, by the way.) So, where was the support when these women were viciously bullied online? Brie got death threats for daring to become Captain America. Tessa and Z were ruthlessly subjected to racism and misogyny for acting in the Marvel Universe. Not a fucking word of defense for these women- who were truly being brutalized. So, RDJ? Fuck you, kitten. Fuck you for being a hypocrite and defending the guy just because the public learned about his leanings and “spiritual” activities. And Mark, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. And for the other rich, white, straight Hollywood guys to leapt to his defense? Brie, Tessa and Z are still waiting for your passionate words of support.
Apologies for the format and need to zoom, but I thought this response was wonderful
