verbatim ❛ ransom drysdale.

the dull whirring of the machine paired with your helpless whimpers created a sordid symphony that carries throughout the expensive abode. your thighs ache from your pelvis to your knees from straddling the humming contraption, they quiver in tandem with the rest of your muscles, pulled taut from relentless stimulation. with each ankle secured via a thin, steel bar tucked under the machine, and your wrists bound tight behind your back, it was utterly impossible to pull yourself off of the unit. you were hopelessly destined to endure the powerful juddering pace set by the man who has made it his duty to torment you, and by the simper on his lips when he enters to see you panting and moaning as his device assaults your vulnerable sex, he knows he’s won. 

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erised ⤑ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing jimin had anticipated when he’d followed you into the room of requirement was to find you, the demure little head-girl, in front of the mirror of erised. moaning his name. 〞hogwarts au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: slytherin head-boy!jimin x hufflepuff head-girl!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mild angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 29k 🥴

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, possessive!jimin, sub!reader, virgin!reader, female masturbation, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, minor thigh spanking, fingering, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, corruption kink, biting, orgasm denial, orgasm control, begging, pussy slapping, marking, object play? he teases her with a vibrating wand, praise, object insertion, clit spanking, crying, begging, overstimulation, clit torture, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting, manhandling, spanking, minor anal play/teasing, power play/dnyamics, virgin sex, wet & mess sex, unprotected sex, once again jimin has a ᵖʰᵃᵗ cock, kneeling doggy style (kind of oath sex position), mild pain kink, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, brief cum play

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sol writing a jimin au? truly, it must be a miracle,,,,, this really was supposed to only be a 5k commission,,, but i thot if i need to suffer and write for jimin,,,, perhaps i should suffer and write him an entire au with plot,, just like he deserves 😌

⏤ commissioned by @opaljm​​ in exchange for a blm donation // beta read the these lovely people: @yeoldontknow​, @luffles424​, @peekaboongi​, @sunshinekims​, @inthecrescentmoonight​, @tricethecharm​, @jjungkooksthighs​, @dontaskshhhhh​ and @nervouskiwi​!!

⏤ disclaimer: in order to ensure all characters are 18+, i’ve tweaked the hogwarts curriculum to include ‘apprenticeships’ and ‘masterships’, essentially wizarding equivalent of graduates/post-grad, and as a result, yn is 21 and jimin is 22!! // additional disclaimer: i know absolutely fuck all about tarot cards and readings and therefore thank you to the lovely @yeoldontknow​ for picking which cards to use as well as giving me the explanations/details of the reading!

⇥ this ones for all my kinky virgins out there, hope y’all stay freaks 😤

Hidden in the private dorms of the Potions Apprentice Quarters, you sit on the floor in the common room. Large, arched windows litter one side of the room, charmed - just like the Great Hall’s ceiling - to reflect the weather outside of the castle. Though, unlike the Great Hall, the charm could be turned off at will - allowing a magnificent, if not eerie, view of the underwaters of the Black Lake and all of its creatures. Currently, the charm is off, and the lake’s murky waters cast a dark hue to the room, bathing everything with a dark-teal tinge. Dark, crushed-velvet curtains drape down from the ceiling, the velour fabric only adding to the ominous scene of the Black Lake.

Despite the dismally grim sight of the lake, the rest of the common room is pleasant, and homely - if a little cold. With the space shared by all Potion’s Apprentices, from years eight to ten, regardless of the house, the interior is decorated in shades of black and grey rather than Hogwarts House colours. Dark, almost black, wenge wood furniture litters the room: from the large beams that run across the ceiling - holding onto the chandeliers, to the towering bookcases that fringe one wall of the room - brimming with rare potion tomes; as well as the glass-lined cabinets that cluster one corner of the room - teeming with vials and flasks of all sorts of potioneering ingredients.

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Sweater Weather: Ransom x Reader

Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader

After watching Knives Out and seeing the giant floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of Ransom’s house, I basically turned into a hoe and couldn’t stop thinking about him walking around his house naked, in plain view of the windows. Or him walking around in only a sweater with his dick out. This fic is the result of those thoughts.

Note on timeline: this takes place before the events of Knives Out. It doesn’t really have spoilers, but would probably be better if you’ve seen it anyway.

Word count: 5565

Warnings: NSFW content (18+), explicit smut, exhibitionism/voyeurism, female masturbation, rough oral, throat fucking, Ransom being an asshole in general

Author’s note: After a quick google search on the filming location for Ransom’s house, I discovered that it recently went on sale. There were a bunch of pictures on the realtor website that I use in this fic. The furniture in the staged pictures is different from what they used in the movie, but that’s what I decided to use to describe the interior of the house anyway. If you’re curious to see the rest of the house, I’m sure you can lookup the pictures online as well.

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hiiii i wrote this awhile ago but took it down because i was 👉🏼👈🏼 embarrassed about it (because i do not have the skill to pull off peter parker) and sorta still am but everyone’s been so nice to me about it i thought the best way to repay the kindness by posting it for those who did like it 😅 (originally inspired by spider man 2 with andrew garfield but loosely set in the 2018 issue of the amazing spider-man.)

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Despite being twenty-one years old; a proper adult who lives with his high school sweetheart, a photographer doubling as a seven-year veteran vigilante in the dangers of New York, Peter Parker is still considered as a super-powered amateur to his seasoned peers. 

Nonetheless, given his success in countless battles in the state, country, world and even galaxy-wide, he more than qualifies to hold the title of Avenger; it’s official now. A laid-back induction ceremony and his very own identity card: a sturdy rectangle, shiny with full clearance and all. Yet, as an official member, his teammates still treat him like he’s that same goofy, out-of-his-depths sixteen year old.

To be fair, yes, his style of heroism isn’t the most serious. He favors levity in the face of danger, a cheeky flare with smart quips and an infuriating grin. Even after taking a beating from the worst of foes, his demeanor never wavers because in the end, he wins. The villains are slayed and the people are saved, even comforted by the boyishly confident way he works. 

But beyond that persona, he has grown into a skilled warrior. On that note, he wants to be regarded as such—at least, to a certain extent. The jokes and teasing, poking fun at his age or the shenanigans he gets himself into, don’t bother him. No, his playful wit handles it with relative ease, and he’s a good sport about it. The only thing that he’d want to see change is some recognition that he isn’t a naïve kid anymore and is fully capable of taking charge when needed.

With his recent acceptance into the gifted pantheon, he’s intent on making that known. The jesting can continue but he wants it to be with an understanding of his capabilities. Luckily, a perfect opportunity has presented itself to showcase his abilities: a training session. 

He’s late. And yes, he knows that’s probably not a good impression to make.

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wall to wall (m.) 02

— female reader x hoseok

— smut, porn star!au

— sex work, insecurity, jealousy, slut shaming/objectification, role played scenario that includes: d/s dynamics - dom!hoseok, anal sex, sex toys, face fucking, double penetration, erotic massages, humiliation, degradation, porn star level dirty talk, squirting, lots of cum (and oil!)

— 19.4k 

author’s note | part 2 is finally here ! ! ty to jordan who has encouraged me literally every step of the way and to ella for supplying a never ending amount of hoseok gifs and pics when i most needed it :’) i’m sorry again for cutting the chapter into two parts but seeing as this entire chunk only amounted to 1/3 of my outline for part two it’s safe to say i would have never finished this fic otherwise ;;

(!) if you are particularly sensitive to humiliation/ degradation then maybe u should skip the smut scene bc jdjffjkfkddkd cries in tears of heaux 

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Misguided

Summary: After hearing some pretty disturbing rumours about one of his students, guidance counsellor Steve Rogers wants to get to the bottom of it, but her unapologetic response has Steve taking a more hands-on approach to get through to her.

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers x Student!Reader.

Words: 1430.

Warnings: teacher/student relationship, age gap relationship, dirty talk, size kink, oral sex (male and female receiving), very light spanking, masturbation (female receiving), slight dub-con, coercion, smut.

A/N: Inspired by a video I watched on “Pure Taboo” recently, ha. This is basically just porn with very little plot Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics two weeks before Tumblr.

Rapping on the door gently, you wait for his soft but deep voice to permit you entry. You push it open a fraction, craning your neck around the door and clock him sitting at his desk surrounded by paperwork. He looks up and when he notices it’s you and his lips split into a wide smile.

“Your email said you wanted to see me Mr. Rogers?” You question.

“Ah yes Y/N, come in, take a seat,” he says, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. As you walk over, he stands up and waits for you to be seated before settling himself back down again. Always such a gentleman.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I asked you here,” he states and you nod. “Well… I’ve been hearing some rather troublesome rumours about you recently.”

“What kind of rumours, Sir?”

“You’ve been,” he coughs awkwardly, “for lack of a better word, um, handing out favours to some of your fellow students.”

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because it was my love kat who requested this, i had to make this as intense as i possibly could. :^) also this is my first time tackling loki so please be nice!

@angel-fire asked: loki as best friend’s ex + enemies to lovers I am vibrating

in which loki does the classy thing at his ex’s wedding—and fucks her best friend: you. (includes best-friend’s-ex!loki, loki’s pov, reader’s pov, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, overstimulation, mild choking, mild creampie kink, mild knife kink, unprotected sex.)

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“You know, when I found out her wedding was here, I wasn’t sure if I’d do something. Maybe start a fire, call in a bomb threat, smash the cake. But, I concluded all of those considerations are classless,” Loki Laufeyson breathes in your ear, surprisingly controlled despite the roughness he uses to wrench you against the wall, pinning you between his front and the hotel’s vertical surface. 

One hand is twisted in your previously up-done hair, harshly reeling your head back onto his shoulder, while the other is releasing his belt buckle with a loud clink and ziiiiiip. Once the heavy steel straining against the metal is freed, he’s shoving your expensive gown up and hooking your panties to the side. 

“Fucking you, however—” With a wicked smirk you can’t see, eyes casted on the ceiling, two fingers split your labias, and he slams in. No preparation, other than a few libertine whispers in the lobby to seduce you into coming back here, he propels his formidable length inside you until he’s practically nudging your cervix; a sword sheathed inside your hilt. “—is not.” 

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jackrabbit⤑ jjk | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 on a university-wide easter egg hunt, jungkook decides to educate you on just how wrong you are about him. 〞hybrid au. university au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: easter hare hybrid!jungkook x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: crack ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 8.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: shy boy turned hard kinda mean dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, brat!reader, reader runs her mouth to make a shy hare snap, and boy does he snap, manhandling, jungkook pins reader down multiple times, public sex, sex in a forest/field thing? but also on campus; i.e. its a forest/field on a university campus, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, panty play? kinda, fingering, use of sex toys, did i mention jungkook is a tease?, gagging - but with fingers, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, so much foreplay, like so so much, reader is such a fucking brat, pussy slapping, dildo sucking/cleaning?, cum eating, low-key clit torture, anal play, ass fingering, pussy licking, spanking, clit sucking, so much edging she starts to cry, begging, praise, doggy style, unprotected, rough sex, multiple orgasms, jungkook literally fucks like a hare - aka hard and fast, hair pulling, creampie, cumplay, reader literally doesn’t learn her lesson and taunts him again yeehaw,

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: this is literally the story i’m going to show satan to secure my place in hell as the queen, god bless

⏤ thank you to @peekaboongi​ and @shadowsremedy​ for beta reading this for me, and also @strawbxxymilk​ who just desperately wanted some furry porn,,, also to @guksheart​ who said and i quote ‘hybrids are just advanced furries’ when i said he’s not a furry

⏤ Part of The Cursed Series.

With a sigh of relief, you shuffle further into the dense thicket of trees. Dropping your bag to the ground, you press your back against the tree before slowly sinking down - taking a seat against the roots. Ideally, you’d have been on the train home for Easter break by now - but sadly, your best friend, Park Jimin, had somehow convinced you to join him on the University’s Easter Egg hunt. If you’re being completely honest, you have no idea why you agreed to it: Jimin always got too far into the competition.

Thus, you find yourself here - in a small closed-off field at the back of your university. The little enclosure is surrounded by thick trees and plush grass - little daisies and weeds sprouting around you. It’s a welcome peace from the chaos of the scavenger hunt you had just been part of: a whole throng of students wildly searching for as many of the plastic easter eggs as they could. Really, you’ll never understand what it was about the words ‘Free Pizza’ that has university students losing their minds. Well, you understand the appeal - but still, there’s no need to act like animals over it. Even if a fair percentage of them were, indeed, hybrids.

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Siren

Author’s Note: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s pre code movie writing challenge. Reader is married with a young son and working at a popular nightclub in the 1930′s. Her husband is terribly sick and his new treatments are swiftly draining their meager savings. Desperate, she struggles to make ends meet with her waitressing job. Until a dangerous wealthy powerful up and coming politician named Loki Laufeyson becomes a regular patron. The unimpressed reader soon catches his eye and he offers her a way out of her money troubles. But how far is she willing to go to save her husband? This fic is very loosely inspired by the 1932 movie “Blonde Venus”.

Contains: coercion, extortion, implied noncon, dubcon, implied sexual content

“What are you saying Doctor?” You ask in a wavering voice as you hug Johnny to your chest. The unaware toddler mumbles quietly and plays with the ends of your hair with strawberry stained fingers. Down the hall, you can hear the assault of ragged wet coughs followed by horrible wheezing and you bite your lip in dread. The balding middle aged doctor gives the pair of you a look of sympathy before solemnly continuing.

“It seems like his condition has taken a turn for the worse. The infection has spread to his lungs and I fear your husband is not long for this world.”

You shake your head, refusing to believe it. “No please! There has to be something we can do! He has to get better. We-” you voice hitches and you feel your eyes water with desperation.

“The medical field has recently developed a new treatment for pneumonia called Sulfapyridine that may work to fight the infection. But it may be too late to help him. His symptoms have only worsened and it’s…rather expensive.” You don’t miss the brief albeit haughty glance around your homey yet common apartment. You bite your tongue at his callousness, wincing as Johnny yanks on your hair.

“Whatever it is, we’ll pay it. I’ll find a way if I have to work day and night.”

The doctor nods and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Very well. I will write up a prescription and return in five days to administer. And I will leave you with the bill for today. Just…try to keep him as comfortable as you can. I’ve given him something to help him sleep so he should be out in a few minutes. Keep giving him fluids and monitoring him. And keep the little one away.” He punctuates this last line with a half-hearted ruffle through Johnny’s black curls. You can hear it in his voice. To him, Richard, is already dead. A lost cause and a waste of valuable resources. You don’t bother showing the doctor out, offering only a curt nod as he grabs his medical bag and walks out of your apartment.

You sigh and lean your head down to bury your nose in Johnny’s hair, being slightly comforted by the smell of talcum and baby powder. You feel him begin to sag in your arms as exhaustion begins to overwhelm him. Perfect timing because it was almost time for your next shift at Louie’s. You set Johnny carefully down in his playpen and go get dressed.

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“Mabel, I can’t thank you enough for watching Johnny for me,” You say flustered as you gather your belongings for the night. Your sweet elderly neighbor waves you away with warm dismissal.

“Nonsense, dear, I’m happy to help. And little Johnny is just a delight.” She carefully picks the two year old up, her wrinkled face suddenly etched with worry. “What did the doctor say?”

You answer with a glum shake of your head. “It’s…not looking good. I have five days to come up with the money for a new treatment but…it sounds like the doctor has already given up on him.”

Mabel reaches out and places a small wrinkled hand on your shoulder. The metal from her many rings is cold on your bare shoulder.

“Oh you poor thing. I know it seems bleak, but I’m sure everything will work out.”

You give her a strained smile as you grab your clutch. “Thank you. I’m going to see if Louie will let me work a few extra shifts to cover the costs. I’ll send word if I have to work late. The doctor gave Richard something to sleep it off so he shouldn’t wake before I get back. Just peek in on him when you can.”

“It is no trouble at all. You do what you must for your family.” Mabel replies with an unusual finality. 

You nod, gesturing to the oven. “I made you your favorite blueberry muffins as a thank you. It should go off any minute.”

Mabel gives you a wry smile. “And you wonder why I’m always happy to help you.”

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Sultry jazz music seeps through the walls as you carefully apply another coat of red lipstick to your lips. Your eyeliner is thicker than usual and your lashes are curled and prominent around your eyes. You almost don’t recognize the woman in the reflection. But ever since Richard got sick, you’ve relied on tips just to make ends meet. The prettier you look, the friendlier you are, the more tips you get.

You straighten up and adjust the knee length black cocktail dress and carefully fix your hair. You pick up your tray and spread your painted lips in a wide approachable smile. In the dim light, no one will notice that it doesn’t reach your eyes. The evening crowd was just starting to drift in and you have a lot of schmoozing to do. 

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Woooooaaah, I didn’t see that coming at all!

property of the king. ➼ ivar

you didn’t want to be there, not even a shred of you was happy to be sitting next to Ivar on the thrones, watching him completely ignore you and, instead, drink and laugh with his to-be raiding pals. you had been utterly ignored the past few weeks, as he readied Kattegat and himself for the voyage, your intimate relationship with him taking a massive hit. 

you were never ignored, not by Ivar. 

he had given you everything; all of his attention, and whatever you asked for. he stared at you from his perch on the throne. he held your hand while he spoke. Ivar the Boneless did not ignore his queen. until now. 

you were touch starved and lonely, even if he lay right beside you in bed; it didn’t matter. he hadn’t kissed you, or ran his fingers over your body, or fucked you in weeks. you were sick of it, you were sick of him putting everything else before you. it wasn’t the Ivar you knew. 

you only wanted your husband back. you hadn’t concerned yourself with what the consequences might be if you made him a little bit jealous, only that it would certainly get his mind back on to you. 

the great hall was bustling with bodies, a mighty feast, and the warm glow of the fires lit. you remained seated, puffed up like an unapproachable porcupine, on your throne, Ivar hopelessly oblivious to his own negligence, and your grand scheme to bring his attention back where it should be. 

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lost in the funhouse (m)

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⇥ warnings: psychological manipulation, spitting, slight blood play, oral (both receiving) unprotected sex (y’all know to wrap it right), impregnation risk, cream pie, dirty talk, name calling, Daddy kink

tldr; prisoner Namjoon is here

⇥ a/n: if you had any plans for the Valentine’s Day weekend, throw them all out the window. Happy Valentines Day from yours truly 💌

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peach parfait II | ksj

⏤ 𝚜 𝚞 𝚖 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚢 : you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts. enemies to lovers au

⏤ 𝚙 𝚊 𝚒 𝚛 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 : seokjin x reader

⏤ 𝚐 𝚎 𝚗 𝚛 𝚎 : fluff, smut, slight angst

⏤ 𝚠 𝚘 𝚛 𝚍 𝚌 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚝 : 18k

⏤ 𝚠 𝚊 𝚛 𝚗 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 𝚜 : intense make out session, some heavy petting, public foreplay, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!Jin, biting/marking (hickeys), food play, use of peach syrup where it shouldn’t be used (don’t do that), slight nipple play, pussy eating, cum eating, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, bbc seokjin aka bIG beautiful cock, creampie, cum play

⏤ 𝚊 / 𝚗 : hello children,, look at this fucking bullshit? u see that 18k smh. that means altogether peach parfait is like 37k yikes but anyway!!! hope you enjoy!!! unedited because its 5:30am and that shit is 8k yikes

⏤ Part I | Part II ⇥ complete

Two days later, you find yourself still locked up in your apartment. Thankfully, you had a two-week-long break before the inevitable final exams that were rearing its head. You quickly glanced at your calendar, anxiousness settling into your bones as you realised your final exams were only three weeks away and then you’d be done with your training and hopefully a fully qualified chef. The single rose catches your eye and a different type of nervousness settles deep within your abdomen, your stomach flipping. You turn back to the bowl of batter sitting in front of you, thoughts of Seokjin once again running through your mind. Just as you’re about to scoop batter into the cupcake tray, there’s a knock on your door.

“It’s open,” you call as you return to your task of scooping the batter into cupcake cases.

“Kind of stupid to just leave your door open don’t you think? Any stranger could walk in and I don’t know… murder you,” Jungkook says as he enters your apartment, Taehyung and Jimin following in toe.

“Woah, is everything okay?” Jimin asks as he steps into your kitchen. You look up at the boys, your hair a mess, stray hairs everywhere and looking marginally frazzled.

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photobooth | knj

Summary: You never knew fucking in a photobooth, while all your friends are on the other side, could be this sweet. University AU! Porn with like 30% plot.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Jaebum

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: excessive swearing as usual, namjoon being soft and cute as shit because that is a warning in itself, jealous possessive sex, also a jealous namjoon, soft dom namjoon, sub reader, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, joonie with his sinful mouth aka dirty talk, joon’s giant schlong, camera sex, technical porno-graphy (they take pics of them fucking), finger sucking, joon’s wicked tongue aka eating pussy, blowjob, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum eating, cum play, handjob, degredation (use of slut), cum swallowing, gagging + choking (on cock), riding, penetrative sex, slight? pain kink, namjoon with A* stamina, creampie, cum feeding

A/N: There is actually only about 30% plot in this, I did the math. But also, please don’t ask me where this depraved fantasy was bred from because honestly, I have no words or excuses for the complete filth I just wrote.

It’s not very often that you find yourself partying. It’s not that you didn’t have an interest in it; it was more than you were partied out. Kind of sad and pathetic for someone who was still in their third year of university but it was the truth. You had practically exhausted yourself (and your bank account) during your first two years of university, attending every club night, house party and drinking related college event that you could. You were still known across campus as the first year girl who downed an entire bottle of tequila before stealing some traffic cones (causing several issues with traffic the next day) just so you could use the said cones as party hats for the various statues littered around your campus.

That day had practically gone down in history.

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😮😮 oh she bold

I forgot all about this 😂😂😂

We bout to die…..

Oh dear

sebastian icon credit: @wolveknight

 W E T : THE PORNSTAR NEXT DOOR.

   written by: doll (@thewritingdoll) / pornstar!sebastian stan au / playlist / nsfw, 18+ only.    status: in progress.    taglist: open, please send me an ask to be tagged in this series.

i don’t know what’s more unbelievable the fact i haven’t done this already or it took this long for someone to request it. s/o to the anon who did!! and im always one for bonus points ;) *unedited/proofread

anonymous asked: could u write a sugar daddy! bucky fic? bonus points if you include cockwarming :)

in which your sugar daddy needs you to keep him warm during a poker game. (includes sugar daddy!bucky, voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, cockwarming, unprotected sex.)

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“Baby,” your pet name is drawled through the line, a husky voice of subtle authority. “Did you get my gift?” 

Nestling your ridiculously expensive cell phone between your ear and shoulder, your manicured hands unbox an ornate package: laminated with a frilly pink bow. The contents reveal to be neatly folded garments, fine fabrics of silk and lace, soft and smooth to the touch.

Your fingertips graze over it, shivering at the feel and the reinforced reality it’s all yours. You pluck them carefully and marvel at the elegant racy mood outfits. The price tags aren’t on them, but you’re aware the skimpy outfits cost more than your loft’s rent—which is also paid for. 

“Yes, it’s gorgeous,” you answer breathlessly, knowing as you question, “it’s all mine?”

“As always.” He chuckles, fondly amused of the way you enjoy the reassurance. “Now, I want you in that lil’ number, right here with me,” he tells you. “There’s a car waiting outside for you.” 

Excitement hitches your breath, a flicker of your gaze proves a familiar black SUV parked patiently outside your window. “But, I can’t,” you goad innocently, draping the lingerie against your body in the adjacent mirror. Talk about timing, you were seconds away from calling your licentious benefactor to entertain you. “I’m in the middle of something.”

Another chuckle rumbles through the phone, this time with a darker quality that has a shiver slithering down your spine. “That’s cute. You think it’s a request,” he retorts, almost cooing, and you can imagine the quirk of his red lips. “But we both know whatever you’re doing that isn’t me isn’t worth your time. See you here, baby. And make it quick, or else.” 

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in which there’s nowhere to sit and bucky offers his lap—then, subsequently, his cock. (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.)

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There aren’t any seats.

On the one day you arrived late to class, suddenly everyone is so concerned with attendance. It’s not even like there’s an exam or anything. In fact, the reason you thought arriving ten minutes after the lesson began would be okay is because of what your professor has on the agenda.

And yet, more people than you recall on the first day have packed the lecture room stands. All seven tiers from the bottom to the highest are occupied with students, some with snacks and drinks on their respective spaces; every stare is unified on the projector and its loading screen despite your professor giving her preamble.

At her side, her teaching assistant, Steve, catches your helpless gaze flitting for any vacancies. Sympathy shines in his sky-colored eyes, easily spottable through the distance, and he immediately diverges from her side to climb the steps to your position near the door.

Although you aren’t the best at making friends, he’s so nice that you can manage it without much worry about your innate awkwardness. Sometimes though, you think, he’s too nice—the way he looks at you and the way other girls look at him has you suspecting there might be something more there that isn’t mutual.

Nevertheless, you feel reassured as he closes in on you. You clutch your books to your chest and lean against the wall; hope flutters in your chest while you ignore the few questioning glances casted over at you. You can’t imagine having to stand for the whole two hour period.

“Hey,” the blond greets in a low, soft voice. His brows pull up, and the corners of his lips push down contritely. “I tried to save you a seat, but Professor wouldn’t let me.”

Your optimism deflates. “O - oh,” you say and glance away, intention to mask the disappointment and trepidation restricting in your chest because you don’t want him to feel bad. But the reality that you’ll have to be the odd one out has you cringing.

He touches your shoulder. “I’m sorry. You know how stubborn and…” His voice fades as your attention draws to the exit door opening with a black leather-clad late comer.

Strolling in, Bucky Barnes’ combat boots cross the tile to an occupied chair at the end of the highest row. His stature remains broad and confident in spite of the crowded room, and he taps the inhabiting lower classmen’s shoulder; who, upon recognizing the infamous figure on campus, straightens and offers the now freed seat to him.

Bucky thanks him with a half-hearted hybrid of a handshake and hug. The brown haired boy—you now remember is named Peter—beams before taking a place on one of the stairs while Bucky relaxes his six-foot build in the blue chair.

As you divert your gaze, he glances backward to find you; in your peripheral, you see a smirk twisting up at one side of his lips. You ignore the feeling in your gut and zone back into the conversation you’re suppose to be engaged in.

“…irritating she can be. But, anyway, um, if you want, I could get the worksheet from her and we could just watch it together at my dorm?” Steve suggests with a convincing smile. “I know you don’t like being around a lot of people, and I just went grocery shopping the other day. I got popcorn and soda so we could make a thing about it, y’know?”

It’s sweet but you’d rather not. Crowds unnerve you but being alone with someone who might like you completely undoes you. You try to hide your grimace, forcing a smile to help soothe the impending rejection. “That’s - that’s nice of you, Steve, but uhm—“

“Kitten,” Bucky’s baritone voice drawls, half turned in his seat, tree trunk thighs spread wide and inviting. Within earshot of the conversation, he must be aware of your little predicament. His eyes bore into yours, coaxing you under his deviant spell. “Why don’t you come sit over here?”

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