summary: you realized your marriage with your husband Henry had run its course when you discovered his various love affairs. you wanted to leave him but not without giving Henry a little taste of his own medicine involving his preferred mechanic Sebastian.
pairings: mechanic!sebastian stan x reader, husband!henry cavill x reader
Warnings: angst, idiot steve, insecure reader, peggy erasure, soft smut, fingering (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), reader and steve’s first time, fluff
Summary: Captain America doesn’t belong with someone like you, right?
word count: ~5.3k
a/n: this one is a little long because i just word vomit, sorry. and you know i love hurt/comfort. this fic is inspired by dreaming of you by cigarettes after sex. i hope you enjoy!!! also this is not really proofread because reading my own work makes me gagso tell me if you see any errors :)
Warnings: smut, anal play, use of butt plug on reader, praise kink, implied pet play.
Authors Note: So I was challenged by @aussieezin@lancsnerd to participate in this and since I have struggled to write anything under 5k in months, I thought I’d give it a go. Thanks for letting me participate. I hope it fits the requirements.
Thanks to the anon who sent in this prompt, I hope you enjoy it.
You shiver as Sy runs his knuckle up your spine before resting his hand firmly between your shoulder blades and applying gentle pressure until your chest rests on the mattress making your ass stick vulnerably up in the air.
Summary: After a long awaited week, Steve couldn’t wait to worship your body.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Slight dark content. Dirty talk. Body worship. Mix of praise and mocking/degrading. Fingering. Oral sex (female receiving). Some fluff. Unprotected sex. Tones of non-con. Cum-swapping(?). 18+.
With a difference in culture, you should have known that there’d be consequences for actions you take, no matter how well-meaning they are. What’s concerning is how good you happen to be at unknowingly following the courtship traditions of Finfolk.
That night was rough. The following days were just as difficult.
Silco had been reluctant to let you go, but even you understood in your panicked mind that you couldn’t stay in the water with him forever. As much comfort as you were getting from clinging to him and leeching the odd warmth of his body, feeling your muscles relax and your bones tingle from the rumbling that comes from somewhere behind his sternum.
challenge. 2021 is almost over and Mango still can’t write fluff. So sad :(
summary. silco will never admit to being sick. you will never admit to being wrong.
a/n. i will snap your neck and punt you back to the IT fandom for this libel dribble, anon. ty for waiting so long for this o3o✌ you can read it on ao3..
There are two truths about you that Silco knows better than anyone else: any time you say five more minutes you really mean ten and you will go to great lengths to prove you’re right.
The Last Drop comes alive at night with bright colored lights and heavy, thumping bass that causes your brain to pulse in time with the beat. You sit hunched over at the bar looking miserable and dehydrated with a moat of wilted tissues littering the surrounding space no matter how often Chuck tries to clear the area. Despite the wait line that snaked the perimeter of the club, the stools on either side of the bar remain clear as patrons regard your sickly complexion with aversion.
It’s Mek who alerts Silco of the situation after a meeting with one of the chembarons.
Silco huffs in annoyance before stalking towards you.
Like most things, this is for @bieddiediaz <3 also @bedhadakdiaz because we talked about this and I combined both headcanons into this monstrosity dajsklj. The AO3 version has an embedded image so I recommend reading it there!
Eddie knows how that sounds. Everyone thinks their wedding to the love of their life is…well, perfect. Just for getting tobewith the man he loves most in the world, celebrating it with his son and the other people he holds close, Eddie thinks it ranks pretty far up there on the scale of perfect moments.
But what he knows for sure, is that everything outside of Buck and Christopher’s presence didn’t just getto be perfect on its own.
They had issues with just about everything, from the venue to the flowers to the centerpieces to the seating arrangements and an appearance from Clipboard Buck didn’t exactlyfixmatters.
(And Eddie won’t ever admit this out loud, but Clipboard Buck is one of his favorite versions of his husband. There’s something about how bossy Buck gets the minute he gets a clipboard that’s always gotten under Eddie’s skin.)
Maybe it was their fault for getting married within six months of dating, and booking all the venues last minute, but there had been a checklist of things to do, and none of them had come to fruition. At the end of the day, they chose to have a quick ceremony in the fire station parking lot before a small reception in Tía Pepa’s backyard. There were no fancy centerpieces that cost more than the furniture in their home, no flowers that would make Buck and Christopher sneeze, and no frills to make their pockets hurt.
Eddie doesn’t think it could’ve gotten better than that.
But it does, because one night, a week after the wedding, Eddie stumbles across a crumpled sheet of paper shoved into the kitchen writing desk.
Or rather,multiplesheets of paper.
He furrows his brow as he presses the papers flat against the table, trying to smooth out the wrinkles as best as he can before looking over the words.
And then he freezes.
Because some of these words might be familiar, but the handwriting is more familiar to Eddie than his own — scrawled across the calendar haphazardly hung outside, printed across erratic Post-Its on the fridge, scribbled in the corners of random notepads. Some of Eddie’s books have this same handwriting annotating it, absent thoughts written in the margins.
One of his most prized possessions is his favorite book annotated just for him in this same handwriting.
It’s Buck’s, clear as day. He’d obviously hidden the crumpled pieces of paper in the drawer so Eddie didn’t see them when he took the trash out, but must’ve forgotten to toss them out later.
Happiness Begins - Jared’s younger sister agreed to help out for a few months when one of Supernatural’s makeup artists takes her maternity leave. Trying to juggle her new job and her burgeoning brand, she turns to Jensen for comfort. Can their relationships survive Jared finding out that his best friend slept with his baby sister? (Complete)
Happiness Continues- Jensen and Y/n are about to embark on their most important journey of all time. How will life, family, and fans disrupt their plans? (A sequel to Happiness Begins, Complete)
Warnings: Slow burn, mutual pining, the usual combo of fluff and angst. More severe warnings will be included in individual chapters. And there are severe warnings. This story isn’t what it looks, I can promise you that much ;)
Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.
Summary: When bad weather puts a pause on your road trip, Paz asks you to do something a little bit more adventurous. (takes place in the Trip of A LifetimeUniverse)
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader
Wordcount:4.2k
Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: explicit sexual content, taking pictures during sex, consensual somnophilia, oral sex (m receiving), dom!Paz, dirty talk, slight degradation (reader being called a slut and good girl), cream pie, cum play
@huliabitch blessed me with a very filthy rt!Paz ask and had the patient of a saint for how long I worked on this lol Please heed the warnings with this one and – as always – let me know what you think!
The little apartment you had spontaneously rented turned out to be a safe haven.
You were not sure where exactly you were on the route to Din and the little one but as the radio announced some heavy weather, Paz was quick to take the nearest exit and you were already googling available over night spots for the foreseeable future.
HOW DID I MISS THIS OMGGGGGGG Maybege this is actually perfect, Paz is so fucking hot and sexy in this and just perfection!!! They way he talks to reader both so soothing and the degradation is spot on like I could ramble for hours on how his words always make my brain break like I have to read it a few times usually because I just like error message from how hot it is UGH your fics are just perfection and ily
Pairing:Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7,383 Summary: A partnership on the brink of ruin (and not the fun kind); Andy’s in denial; Ari’s girl gives him just what he needs; and Ransom looks into the destruction of his girl’s cafe. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Mob elements including violence, kidnapping, torture, betrayal, arson, and murder. Gun violence. Death of a minor character. Unprotected sex. Mild angst. Oral sex (m & f receiving). Hand job. AU. 18+ only!
A/N:H’oekay, my pretties, a quick note on this part in case you don’t pick up on it in the chapter, we are jumping ahead about two months in the timeline. I wanted Ari more on the mend and focusing on what comes next rather than focusing on his recovery, and also Cafe Queen needed some time to process and heal, ja feel? Enjoy! ❤️
I was right there with Ari and Ransom, nodding along with everything they said, which now has me rethinking and questioning EVERYTHING. Poor Andy is just breaking my heart. He loves her so much and I honestly think it will destroy him if she is behind everything. But also, couldn’t this be solved if he’d just TALK TO HER? Men, I swear. ♀️
(Also, what’s in the envelope?)
I loved the cameo at the end with Ransom and the OFI lieutenant! He’s one of my favorites and when I read that I legit squealed.
For reals, bravo on such an amazing chapter. I’m on the edge of my seat with this series.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count:10,268 Summary: Ransom does a very un-Ransom thing; the Barbers lend support where they can; and Ari fights for his life. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Reference to dub con. Angst. Lots of feels! Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Reference to mob elements like gun violence/shooting and arson. Shoddy medical descriptions and info lolol. (I tried to do some research, but I’m not a doctor, ya’ll so lean into the fiction, mmmkay?) AU. 18+ only!
I was SOBBING while I read this. Omg, so much is happening! SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT.
First off, Ransom and his cafe Queen. RANSOM. I hated him so much 2 chapters ago and my heart broke for him last chapter but this one! When he was so desperate to get to his girl, and how hearing her screams set him in motion, then he saves her but gets hurt and when he quickly comes to the realization that he’s about to die, and tries to make her leave so she won’t see it– just inject that into my veins pls. WAS THIS ONE NECESSARY?
Me: *insert unintelligible squeals* And just rip my heart out with the “Ransom knew now what he wished he would have known 3 weeks ago—that he’d do anything for you.”
BUT SHE KISSED HIM! He finally got kisses and they absolutely 100% made love and the payoff was *chef’s kiss.*
And Ari’s little hissy kitty turning into a purring kitty! I was so relieved when he woke up, immediately being the smart ass we all know and love. I’m so glad he’s okay and she’s opening up. And they love each other.
BUT WWHHHHHY is Mrs. Barber so sus?! What is she doing and why do I have the terrible ominous feeling that she might just be the puppet master here? Can you imagine: sweet little innocent clueless daughter of the mob boss turned sweet wife of a mob boss, only to be revealed she’s the biggest BOSS ASS BITCH herself?!
I mean, I’m just ruminating here. I can’t wait to see what happens next!
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count:10,150 Summary: Ransom tries to apologize; The Barbers take baby steps; and Ari can’t stay away from his girl any longer. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Reference to dub con. Reference to blackmail and coercion. Angst. Lots of feels, trying to navigate emotions, and relationship stuff. Reference to having children. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Dirty talk. Reference to oral sex (f receiving). Reference to mob elements like gun violence/shooting and arson. Mentions of blood. AU. 18+only!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Heavy angst, mention of past cheating (brief), arguing, language, emotional breakdown, mentions of past drug use.
Summary|Ransom Drysdale thought you made a clean break from him after your failed marriage. After a run in at a coffee shop, it appears that it wasn’t as easy as he thought.
Up until twenty minutes ago, you were holding it together. Anything regarding Ransom and that therapy session had been filed away to be rehashed at a later date. The moment you open the door to Andy’s office and he stands, you feel your resolve crumbling once again, the tightness in your chest returning as he motions at the chair in front of his desk. Your feet carry you there but you aren’t sure how. Every inch of you feels like lead, sinking down into the plush leather chair as he leans against his desk in front of you. He looks disappointed, even as he tries to give you a smile.
“Thanks for meeting me so quickly,” Andy begins, his hands on either side of the desk. “I know you had your reasons for leaving. Are you alright?”
Three little words shatter your strength, hands covering your face before every single emotion you’ve bottled up on the drive to his office bubbles up to the surface, the painful sob echoing in his office before you feel the box of tissue placed on your side, strong arms bringing you to his chest. Your tears soak into his suit jacket, inhaling his woodsy cologne with every short inhale.
“Let it out,” Andy says against you. “I’m sorry.”
Head pounding, you aren’t sure how long stand there, wrapped in his arms as he holds you tight. There’s no hand movement on your back to provide a distraction. Just a cocoon to keep you upright.
Safe.
There aren’t many hiding places left for you to go and this one isn’t a location you would think of.
There is an unspoken acknowledgement when you finally move, your long shudder of breath at the dams of your emotions closing – temporarily as you know it will be - Andy’s hands falling back at his sides before you turn to pluck the tissues from the box, nodding while he waits for you to sit down before he speaks again.
“Laurie called me,” he informs you, his tone tinged with irritation. “Dr. Gray said that you left therapy. She was concerned. I assume whatever happened in that session was hard for you.”
You don’t like the long pause or the way his hand slides down his beard.
“What is it?”
Andy’s slow hiss as he exhales doesn’t make you feel better.
Warnings:18+ ONLY, angst, language, mentions of therapy, jealousy, some self-destructive behaviors, mentions of a past toxic relationship, angst, upcoming smut.
Summary|A bad breakup lands you in the office of Dr. Curtis Everett, who seeks to help you further at the request of your local therapist, due to his renowned talent in his niche profession.
Summary:You give Bucky a blow job for the first time.
Warning: Fluff.Blowjob. Man receiving. Cock Worship. Tit fondling. Cum Swallowing. Smutty words. Slight Angst. Un-betaed.
Word Count: 2000 words
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“Just a minute,” you whispered. “I love this song” Gently, you reached across Bucky’s muscular chest to the other side of the bed and raised the volume on his stereo.
“Is that right?” Bucky chuckled as his vibranium fingers skimmed across your outstretched arm, his nose nuzzling your armpit, while his lips pressed fleeting kisses against every bit of exposed skin he could reach. It’s gentle. Delicate. As though anything else would cause you to shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Ever the gentleman Bucky was adamant that you’d take things slow. So slow, in fact, that nine dates and god knows how many late-night movies laid up in his room wrapped in each other’s arms had not moved you past third base.
The man had eaten you out repeatedly (In fact, no other man has ever been so devoted to making your pussy purr), and yet he would not move past going down on you. Not even your sweet kisses and honeyed words begging him to fuck you could deter him from breaking his chaste promise. But you were determined to move your relationship further. Tonight you would get your hands on that big burly body of his. Tonight you would get a taste of him.
The deep male voice accompanied by a woman weaved its way through the speakers and chanted words like a velvety mantra. It is soft and sensual, adding to the sexually charged energy flowing between you and Bucky.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, angst, language, HEAVY violence (mentions of a beheading but in passing conversation, gun violence), assault, minor character death, mentions of murder, a surprise character appearance, major character injury.
Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader
Frank Adler x Right Hand Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Summary|Being Bucky’s right hand gets complicated when he decides to marry a girl from a questionable family that provides no answers to his decision, only more questions.
Pierce overlooks the sea, well aware of the woman that is emerging from his en suite, tying the silk robe around her middle.
Word travels fast.
Bucky Barnes’ right hand is gone. The sun creeps through the wall to wall windows, reaching his bare feet while the rest of the bedroom is still shrouded in darkness. His lips twitch at the thought of what Barnes will do now. You were his moral compass. Without you, he’s a powder keg. Judging by the frantic texts that Helena sent before she went silent, Pierce is aware that they are at Barnes’ mercy. He stretches, standing while he feels two warm hands on his sides.
“You’re still here,” he muses, turning his head at the blonde, her eyes going wide in surprise.
“I can go,” she murmurs, her arms falling at her side. “I thought you wanted company.”
He smiles in her direction. Professional. Polite.
“I did. For a night. It’s morning.”
There’s only a quick nod before her soft footsteps fade away. There’s still the matter of where you are. Someone had to have shown him those pictures and he’s willing to bet it was you. Jealous females do desperate things to keep their men around, right hand female or not. Under the surface of his calculation, he’s not sure it’s you. It’s the first thing he thinks of, since you had given up your post and disappeared.
A smile comes to his face when he thinks of how he’ll narrow it down. There’s two outside his orbit that have been unusually quiet.
I’m so hooked on this story!! You got me with what was said when she saw the picture. An audible gasp. I’m honestly on the edge of my seat biting my nails in anticipation of what’s next!
