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Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’

Title: Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’ – [13 chapters posting weekly from 18/3]

Author:@becassine/becassineand@kocuria

Rating:Explicit … eventually 

Pairings:Steve Rogers / James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe

Summary

Dear Readers,

Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.

This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…

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When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.

Chapter Two is up!

Chapter Three is up!

becassine:

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Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’

Title: Love isn’t always a ‘coup de foudre’ – [13 chapters posting weekly from 18/3]

Author:@becassine/becassineand@kocuria

Rating:Explicit … eventually 

Pairings:Steve Rogers / James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Tags / Warnings (these will be added to with chapters: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Stucky - Freeform, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Omega Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Arranged Marriage, But by themselves, Sort Of, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Courting Rituals, Weddings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pretty Much Covers It, Declarations Of Love, After a while, Amazing outfits, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Slow Burn, 19th century slow burn, Brock Rumlow is an idiot, Illustrations, NSFW Art, mpreg exists in this universe

Summary

Dear Readers,

Today is the day. The day that all Debutantes dream and fear in equal measure, in which they meet the Queen and are Judged ready or not for their presentation into Society. The Presentation Room is always awash with Scents, with those unmated forbidden from any sort of Scent Deception—as is only right.

This year, we have many a scion of Old and Noble Houses attaining their majority. I am sure that, like me, all will be watching with breath that is bated…

::

When Steve Rogers is presented at Court as a desirable Male Omega to the world, he has no idea what to expect. But after meeting the sought-after Duke of Buchanan through a chance encounter, his life is forever turned upside down.

Chapter Two is up!

Chapter Three is up!

leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid:

So I’m laying in bed, getting baked, and listening to Rihanna. It’s Russian Roulette playing and I’m just hit with this idea for a fucked up Winchester serial killer au.

The reader is being trained to kill with her brothers.

The first verse is her first kill with Dean. She has to kill this person to impress her big brother.

She’s nervous and shaky but she does it and pulls the trigger. Dean is quick to sweep her up into a frenzied display of affection.

Second verse is her turn with Sammy and Sam likes being hands on.

The warmth of fresh blood spilled with a flick of a wrist, silver blade severing flesh, it gets him off and little sister needs a taste too.

She closes her eyes and blindly stabs her tied victim listening to Sam’s words of paise beat as steadily into her grey matter as her kill’s heart slows. The bloody corpse bears witness to the incestuous tango on the crimson coated concrete.

The third verse is where the reader really needs to decide who lives and who dies as jealousy between brothers is tearing the triad apart.

She has to choose, someone has to go, it can not be a triad, it’s always been and always was meant to be a duo. She grabs Dean’s gun and fires, ending her own life.

leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid:

So in the next week or so I have a bunch of challenges that are due. Plus one that’s not due yet but is completely planned out. What I need from y’all is to read the summaries below the cut and decide which one gets worked on next. (All will be written and posted before the month is over) I already have a fic that will be posting the 14th as a gift to a certain person but besides that present I’m not sure where to focus. Help me out and vote y’all. (All titles are working titles and subject to change once I’ve written them.)

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leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid:

So in the next week or so I have a bunch of challenges that are due. Plus one that’s not due yet but is completely planned out. What I need from y’all is to read the summaries below the cut and decide which one gets worked on next. (All will be written and posted before the month is over) I already have a fic that will be posting the 14th as a gift to a certain person but besides that present I’m not sure where to focus. Help me out and vote y’all. (All titles are working titles and subject to change once I’ve written them.)

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justplainwhump:

Mark and Gemma get a Pet, p XXIII

Tag list: @painful-pooch@for-the-love-of-nsfwhump@abitefullofwhump@whumpinggrounds

Cw for BBU, pet whump, lady whumpee and lady whumper, referenced noncon (male whumper), caning. All towards the scene’s end.

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Despite Mark, despite his idiocy and dumb stubbornness and despite her own rightful anger, Gemma still was a professional. She’d cried in the car a bit, after she had pulled into the garage at work, granted, but then she’d pulled out her kohl pencil, adjusted the rear mirror, and fixed her eyeliner. 

She’d aced her presentation. The numbers were flawless, her slides were well prepared, she’d been able to answer every question and even that stoic Richard from legal affairs had nodded in approval.

Anger was still seething under her skin, but it was slowly smothered by deep, exhausting disappointment. Gemma excused herself, asked for the afternoon off, and her bosses didn’t ask. She listened to some variants of “Of course, you deserve it,” and then she was outside again. She drove over to Vincent’s Cafe, where for the first time she tried their Cherry Cake instead of her usual order. It had been great, even better than the chocolate cake. That wasn’t the reason why she cried, though, despite what she told the waiter.

This time, she didn’t bother fixing her make up in the car. She checked their joint bank account instead, hoping to see a second payment to Vincent’s, desperately hoping Mark had had the common sense to go over there and buy her another piece of chocolate cake. Maybe not a piece, but a complete cake, and he’d say sorry and explain himself and she could forgive him.

There was no new transaction.

Weiterlesen

justplainwhump:

For@whumpawoman Angstpril; prompts are Whumper-Run-In,Panic Attack, and maybe even Revenge.

This arc is a collaboration with @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump​ , Damiel is hers and in this universe, they’re married to Ira. Also - this is a piece of writing I’m very proud of, and I hope that you like it.

Cw panic attack, referenced captivity, referenced lady whump, referenced death of a loved one. Not much whump, yet big on the angst.

Emma is pulling at Isaac’s hand, and he almost has to jog to keep up with her short legs. “Your uncle is an old man, Emmy,” he says, half joking. He’s not old, but he can’t walk fast. Not since he’s had a bullet lodged in his hip, in the night that cost him everything. 

“But I can see the playground already! Can I go? Please?“ 

He can see it, too. A big wooden pirate ship, some swings, a handful of other adults and kids wrapped into warm clothes on this sunny day in late fall. It’s just some meters, he tells himself. It’s safe. Still, it takes him some seconds to force his fingers to open and let his niece’s gloved hand slip out of his, as she races off. There’s something to the way she runs. Despite the childish joy to her movements, the somewhat clumsy way she sets her feet, he still thinks of Sophie. Sophie, who can’t be here, who has never met her niece, and whose laugh he misses every single day. The last thing he’s seen her do was run. Run by his side, to safety, to freedom. It had been so close. They could’ve been together. They should be.

They aren’t. He’s alone.

On the playground, Emma has reached the pirate ship and is already climbing up, gloves dropped on the ground, hands and booted feet steady on the small climbing grips. Sophie and him have always wanted kids. They’d talked about it often enough, before they went to bed. Two, at least, one boy and one girl, maybe. He wonders, if they’d ended up with the light brown curls Emma shares with him, or maybe more of the straight black hair from Sophie’s side. 

He’ll never know.

Weiterlesen

justplainwhump:

This is a character intro for a new whumper, Nik, head of security to a very mean man (courtesy of @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump). Pretty much a new AU.

Cw for creepy whumper POV, lady whump, referenced recorded torture. No whump happens, but it is thought about and the intent is rather nsfw.

Looking after the guests at a gala event is definitely one of the more boring tasks Nik fulfils for his boss. But even those nights have their moments. Watching arrogant, filthy rich Danielle Hammond stumble and fall over her own feet in an otherwise empty corridor is one of those. Her shining, silvery dress has slipped up a bit when she leans forward to grasp her ankle, revealing even more of these smooth long legs than she had been showing off for free.

“Ms Hammond!” He rushes over to her in an instant, steadies her as she looks after her foot, muttering curses that contradict her perfect image but only make him hornier. “Let me see,” he mumbles and runs his finger over her leg, feeling for her ankle. Her skin is as smooth as it looks.

From up close, he can see the barely healed gash in her brow, carefully smoothed over with makeup. Probably in the shape of Agron Shkreli’s signet ring. Nik’s seen it in the video, the punch to her face, right before she went all mellow and -

She whines and flinches under his touch, and he snaps back, realizes why he’s here. She may be hurt. He’s checking on her. His job. He clears his throat, trying not to think to hard about that little noise she’s just made. “Do you think you can stand up?” He asks, trying to give his voice nothing but professional courtesy. If she can’t, he’d have no choice but to lay her down on some bed, carry her there, with his hands slipped under her. He can see the curve of her ass under the dress. He’s seen more of her, on tape. He wonders, if she knows. If she can imagine just how many people in the city’s underworld have seen her like that. She doesn’t behave like she does. But then again, she just behaves as if nothing has happened to her at all.

“Let me try,” she says, and he feels like there’s a tiny edge to her voice. She brushes his hand off her shoulder, scrambles away the tiniest bit, before she puts some weight on her foot. He likes the pained grimace on her face. Her nod is almost disappointing. “I… I think I can,” she whispers and pulls herself up, steadying herself on one of the columns. Her other hand pulls down the hem of her dress, almost instinctively. “I, uh. I’d like to sit down?”

“Sure,” Nik hurries to reply, and gestures to a seating area. “I’ll help you.”

She leans onto him, after all, and when he puts his arm around her back, smells her expensive perfume, feels her warmth radiate through the delicate silk of her dress he can’t help but smile.

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dorxvn:

@al-ways-trouble I found this! We should try it some time!!

It made a whiz noise ?

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admissions (in the dead of night)by@kryptidfoxwrites (596 words, rated G)

“Tell me something no one knows,” Harry whispers.

“I think,” Malfoy says quietly, a wisp of air in the night. “I think I love you.”

This morsel of sweetness flitted by on my dash tonight and was perfect. I love the tenderness and whispered confessions. Sometimes what feels like cowardice is actually quiet bravery.

You’ll love this as much as I did. Give yourself a little treat tonight. And if you love it like I did, be sure to leave a kudos or a comment.

❤️ Lots of Love and Happy Friday ❤️