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MaggiesAngel

@maggiesangel

Fangirl. Fanfic writer. Sister of Morriggann. Figuring out Tumblr still - not all that good with technology! Will try to post my fics as I figure it all out!
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Relish

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,077 Summary: Ransom gives in to his desire and you happily go along for the ride. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. A fucked up verse where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people. Pet play elements. Implied past violence. Traumatized!Reader. Cranky but soft CEO!Ransom. Lies, deceit, gaslighting. Angst. Size difference/kink. Oral sex (m receiving). Almost panic attack. Lots of praise. Virgin!Reader. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming.

A/N: Hoe'kay, let's return to Pound Town, shall we?! Next up is a direct continuation of Ransom's first part. Please enjoy and take a moment to comment when you finish!

"Mmmm, there you go, such a good girl," Ransom purred, his voice smokey with desire as his hand moved to cradle the back of your head and hold you still over his lap. "Relax your throat for me, omega."

You did as he instructed and Ransom groaned as you swallowed around him, rutting his hips until his cock was nestled just a little bit deeper in your throat.

He held you there over him, his eyes fluttering at the exquisite, sinful sensation of his cock in your mouth and halfway down your throat, until he felt your small fingers fisting his slacks, your only tell that you needed air as you otherwise let him use you exactly how he wanted.

Ransom guided your head up, humming that you were, "Such a good omega taking care of her alpha," as you gasped for air and gazed up at him with big, glassy eyes.

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biteofcherry

Some alpha!Steve and his omega shenanigans for Monday 😂 It’s just a short thingy I wrote on a whim

“You shouldn’t be doin’ that.” Your attempt at stage whispering went comically bad, your voice carrying through the house quite loudly. 

Your hiccup echoed through the hallway.

“Shouldn’t I?” Steve asked calmly, not pausing in his steps as he carried you up the stairs.

“I have an Alpha.” You revealed. “A true mate Alpha.”

Steve pressed his lips together, but the corner of his lips curved upward in an amused smirk. 

You were a hilarious drunk. Very adorable. And quite a handful. 

He stepped outside when Natasha drove you off from Amita’s birthday party, which - as he learned - turned into a six omegas’ rave through the city. Four bars, two dance clubs, and a college dorm party into which you got invited by some frat betas who you met in one of the pubs. 

Steve was surprised you were able to make the two wobbly steps from Nat’s car and into his arms. 

He picked you up. You were warm and pliant, soaked in mixed scents out of which alcohol seemed to be prevalent. He had to wrangle your shoes out of your hand before you managed to poke him, or yourself, with your stilettos. 

“A true mate Alpha, you say? Wow.” He chuckled at your drunk derail from reality.

“Yeah.” You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “He’s big and beefy. An would rip yah head off, if he caught you touch’n me. Poof! No head.”

Steve had to admire your conviction of his possessiveness even in your woozy state. Because yes, if anyone dared to touch you, he’d be cutting them short a limb or two. 

Your hand slid across Steve’s chest. He almost snorted when you squeezed his pectoral over his tee and then started poking and squeezing his biceps.

“You’re beefy too.” You slurred, digging your fingers into corded muscles. 

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you to notice.” Steve couldn’t hold his laugh no longer. 

“Mhm. Not as huge as him.” You waved your arm around, poorly exaggerating size proportions. 

“An he smells better.” You took a long breath in, scrunching your nose in mild disgust. “You smell like vodka and sweat.”

“No, wait-” you frowned as your head lolled to the side, your cheek resting on your own shoulder now- “That’s me.”

Steve snorted, kicking the door to his bedroom open and carrying you inside. 

“Don’t worry, sweet brat. We’ll get you cleaned up and bundled in nice scents in a moment.” 

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Same

what happened here?

Jack (the horse) is 28 years old and instead of putting him in a turnout pen during the day we just let him roam the property. He usually sticks around the barn, grazing or just standing around. But his favorite thing to do is lay down in various random spots that he feels are comfortable. Every morning after they drag the arena footing he goes and flops down in the soft dirt. Whenever we get a new shipment of shavings you better believe Jack is right there rolling in them once the truck leaves.

This was one of his ground-softness-testings. The aisle is all rubber so it’s not hard but I doubt it was very comfortable. Jack would beg to differ.

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redheadedxqh

this makes the picture 100x better. what a happy old man.

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johnskylar

Well, that’s the horse’s excuse but that cat had better get back to work.

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parrtykiller

Anti-Joke Thor & So-Done-With-This-Shit Tony

I’m printing out that first one and putting it on the outside of my door.

help me

Died at the horse one. Laughing still for like five solid minutes…

A voice emerges from the distance, “THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

I have one to add. “What do you call an eight legged horse?” “Nephew”

“ONE. TIME!”

😂😂😂

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roguex1979

LOL!

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maggiesangel

Please vote for CM Peters here - Chris and Liam Hemsworth!!!! <3

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Women in The Night Manager have a tough time keeping their clothes on around Hiddleston — they’re doing well if they can get through an entire scene fully dressed, while he keeps giving that same hilarious James Bond “oh, all right, if you insist” grimace.
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The Hand Porn Positions (demonstrated by Tom Hiddleston)

The Finger Touch and Scroll  The Chocolate Halt 

The Pencil Twist

Full Circle

The Neck Rub

Surrender

Mind Blown

The Loki Feels Jumble

The Cigarette Caress

The Ten-Fingered Illustration

Belt Fix

The All-Favorite Hair Sweep

The Collar Fix

The Hiddles Gesture

The Collar Rub

The Loki/Thor Impersonation

The Palm of Your Hand

The Bottom Lip Slip

The Inclination of the Viewer

The Nail Bite

The Hair Tussle (not to be confused with the Hair Sweep)

Jaw Swept

The Pen Snap

The Hiddles Chest Touch

The Spider Legs Twitch

The Finger Lock

WOO!

To and Fro

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You’re welcome.

loricameback

Important science @munchkin80

and every single one is LETHAL

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maggiesangel

OFFS Thomas!

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